Wednesday, January 21, 2009

RIGHT HOOK

RIGHT HOOK 

The ink is not yet dry on his Inaugural Address, and the sober but inspiring words breathed through the chill of a January afternoon and a collapsing economy have not yet entered the historic pantheon where they one day may reside. The afterglow of parties held long into the Inaugural night is not yet extinguished, as revellers recall their own celebratory dances with history and more than a few beers. And more or less as a bonus, we found out yesterday that The One can't just speak. 

He can also dance. 

Which is good. 

Because he's going to need all the moves he has. 

Lost in the banner headlines and generally favorable reviews on this post-Inaugural Wednesday is the right wing's game plan for return. It's not easy to find. George Will is today lauding President Obama's demure but no less direct admonition in his speech yesterday that we grow up as a nation and realize there are no free lunches. Put childish things aside, says the President quoting the Bible, and Will reads that as a not so subtle demand that everyone realize Washington cannot be all to all. Then Andrea Peyser of Murdoch's NY Post waxes positively eloquent from a bar stool in a working class part of New York City, telling erstwhile populist conservatives that, hey, the new guy gets it. With his praise for "the doers," a "graceful" and "humble" Obama won over the heart of a self professed "fierce skeptic" who, as she put it, "didn't vote for him . . . trust him . . . [or] support him." 

Wow. Maybe this whole Red/Blue thing is about to go the way of the dinosaur. 

Then I read Dick Morris. 

And my post-partisan love affair with the new bi-partisan bubble was burst. 

Morris is never subtle and today he did not disappoint. His headline had to be music to Sarah Palin's ears -- "The Obama Presidency: Here Comes Socialism." Underneath it, Morris catalogues the forced march to European style socialism he envisions us making over the course of the next four years. It starts with Obama's emulation of the last President who ostensibly took us on this trip -- FDR. According to Dick, Obama will rescue the banking system "by nationalizing it," with the government getting preferred stock in exchange for troubled assets, and then follow up with a wish list of spending programs running the gamut from alternative energy sources and technology enhancements to school renovations and infrastructure repairs. This will bust the budget at precisely that point in time when tax credits and other middle class tax relief measures have expanded the group of non-federal tax paying citizens to a "clear majority of the American population," leaving only the well off (or, as Morris puts it, Republicans) to shoulder the tax increases needed to replenish the treasury's deficit laden coffers. 

Meanwhile, in the world of Obama created by Morris, the imbalance between our demand for health care and the supply of available doctors, nurses and facilities will lead to price controls and rationing, the inevitable result of the President's supposed unwillingness to let medical prices increase so that investments can be made to increase supply. On the political side, Morris asserts that illegal immigrants will be given a "path the citizenship" and labor will get a check off system, the combined effect of which will be to turn red states like Texas into bastions of blue while union households (and therefore Democrats) proliferate as membership rises. Morris imagines the consequence of this putative parade of horribles will be that "Obama's name will be mud by 2012 and probably 2010," following which the "Republican Party will . . . regain much of its lost power." But the socialist die will have been cast. And it will be "too late to reverse." 

It's a shame this sort of stuff is advertised as non-fiction. 

Because Morris's diatribe mixes in equal parts deceit and conceit. As well as the usual dollop of fear. 

The deceit is both historic and contemporary. Like most conservative revisionists, Morris believes that Roosevelt's New Deal was an economic failure. Designed to cure the Great Depression, FDR's program lowered unemployment from 23% when he was inaugurated to about 13% in 1937. Then it went back up to 17% in 1938, a sort of second Depression, and never got below 15% before World War II. Morris claims that Roosevelt's "policies of over regulation generated such business uncertainty that they triggered a second-term recession." Hence, Q.E.D. (it is demonstrated, for all you non-Latin scholars who weren't educated by the Jesuits) say the conservatives. The New Deal failed. 

 There is only one problem with this account. 

 It is wrong. 

 The New Deal didn't fail to end the Depression. It just failed to continue and the Depression was made worse as a result. FDR wobbled and for a time threw away his Keynesian compass. In his heyday of New Deal spending and fiscal stimulus, Roosevelt brought the unemployment rate down by ten points (which we would take in a heartbeat today). Unfortunately, after being re-elected in 1936, rather than increasing the stimulus, he tried to balance the budget and raised taxes to do so. This triggered a new recession, the child of pandering to conservative shibboleths that budgets must be balanced at all costs. What could have continued was thus abbreviated, and the country did not fully recover until the mother of all fiscal stimulus and spending plans was passed, which we know today as World War II. 

Nor did FDR's legislative accomplishments create the kind of business uncertainty that led to a renewed recession. There was nothing uncertain about what the politicians had wrought, unless the captains of industry and finance in the '30s saw uncertainty in a hoped for return to the halcyon days of dog eat dog laissez faire where the aged and widows were poor, workers were broke, and gains from any productivity always migrated to the top. In fact, after World War II ended, there was real fear that a new Depression would emerge. And that was stopped by the GI Bill (which put cash in the pockets of veterans, educated a generation, and laid the groundwork for the productivity gains of the '50s and '60s), as well as the unionization FDR had heralded and Morris seems to lament. There is a reason the middle class emerged in the wake of the war. It is because the previous post-industrial imbalance between labor and capital had been addressed to some extent and productivity gains were thus more evenly distributed across the population. 

Having distorted history, Morris then tries to do the same to Obama's program. He begins with the claim that the President intends to "nationalize the banking system," which is an odd charge, especially in light of current realities. What Morris posits is that the government will finally get around to buying up (or insuring the banks against the losses from) toxic assets, principally bad mortgage loans and the paper created to securitize them. In exchange, the government will get preferred stock in the banks, which is just a fancy term for an IOU. Like any loan, it will bear interest. Because, however, the assets are so toxic and the debt will be so large, Morris claims that upon recovering their positions the banks will essentially be able only to pay back the government and the common shareholders will in effect get nothing. When the common stockholders realize this, they will flee. And voila, the government will in effect own the banks, which will then have been "nationalized."

"Nationalization," of course, is always a bad thing to true conservatives. It is basically their polite way of calling you a socialist . . . or communist. From time to time, conservatives in fact nationalize things. But usually they call it a national security emergency or a war of some sort. Back in the '50s, the conservatives helped "nationalize" American transportation by building the interstate highway system. But they called it the National Defense Highway Act and told us we needed the interstates so tanks could easily roll from Kansas to New York in case the Russians invaded. 

In any case, my first reaction to the nationalization charge was "So what." Then I realized this is exactly what Morris wants us east coast liberal Obama lovers to say. So my second reaction was to wonder what he would propose as an alternative. The government could always take the toxic paper in exchange for nothing. 

That would save the common shareholders.

But screw the American taxpayer. 

Which is probably not a good idea. 

Every other preferred stockholder gets a dividend on what amounts to a quasi-loan to the corporation whose stock he has purchased. Why should John Q. Public be any different? The answer is he shouldn't. 

The other answer is that Morris is overwrought . . . by a long shot. The notion that common shareholders in banks with toxic assets will be wiped out is neither certain nor likely. The whole purpose of recovery is to allow the institutions to function while they work off the debt. It may take awhile, but if the banks recover, so will the common shareholders, sooner or later. As the debt is lowered, the common shares will become more valuable. Thus, far from the Obama plan (assuming Morris's version is the one ultimately adopted) resulting in an inevitable "nationalization" of the banking system, the contrary is likely to be the case. 

Now to the conceit. 

The assumption throughout Morris's piece is that Obama is incapable of making hard choices. He will ration health care because he will not permit medical inflation. He will legalize illegals and unionize the workforce merely to insure the success of Democratic Party candidates. The first charge, however, is simply the result of a false choice. And the second assumes there are no good reasons for the policies, in which case the motive must merely be political . . . and cynical.

Nothing about this President, however, justifies these claims. 

The supply/demand imbalance in our health care system today is largely a function of three flaws. First, the present system disincentivizes participation. We have encouraged insurance companies to cherry pick, the result of having allowed health administrators to serve as gatekeepers in a system of managed care that saves money by denying coverage and excluding claimants. Whether we get to universal coverage via a single payer system or by mandating that everyone have insurance, either approach will pump more money into the system and allow more investment in doctors, nurses, hospitals, equipment and care. 

The conservative approach -- which generally relies on tax deferred medical savings accounts (MSAs) coupled with provisions for catastrophic insurance -- would disincentivize participation on an even larger scale because it would decrease the pool of those who pay into the system on a regular basis. The key to a sound insurance system is to get as many healthy people as possible into the pool. MSAs are only as valuable as the incomes which fund them, which means that the young (and healthy) or middle aged but not very well off are likely either to opt out or participate at levels insufficient to generate sufficient cash to cover Morris's investment gap; at the same time, an insurance regime limited to catastrophic care creates a dangerous incentive to avoid preventive care in favor of later catastrophic care, which is neither good for America's health nor particularly helpful in reining in medical inflation. 

Second, the health care "market" is not free and hasn't been since World War II, when wage controls forced employers to give employees health insurance (which was then cheap) in lieu of prohibited cash. When the health care market was free, people did not get care and died as a result. That is a policy we could return to, and without admitting it, Morris and his followers seem to get there by default. Nevertheless, assuming we believe minimal care is a right people enjoy, not a commodity they can avoid, the market in health care is like the market in electricity. It has to be organized efficiently on the assumption that everyone needs it, all should get it, and we need not go broke providing it. Part of the way to do that, and this is the third problem with the present system, is that we have to use technology effectively, computerizing record keeping and generating user friendly outcomes based data bases so that providers everywhere can have access to the best research and treatment protocols and administrators are not endlessly duplicating patient data and billing files. 

Morris,of course, mentions none of this. Instead, he avoids the problems, flinging around words like rationing and price controls with an abandon that in the end reveals him for what he is -- a health policy Wizard of Oz. There is nothing behind his curtain. 

Ditto on illegal immigrants and labor policy. With Morris, it's all fear and no fact. In his most responsible hour last year, John McCain recognized that the present immigration system is a joke. Our borders are porous; our outrage is hypocritical; and our policy is unfair (both to those who are here and those who want to be). One need not be in favor of rationalizing that system merely to increase the votes obtained in the next election. McCain certainly wasn't motivated by that, and it is unfair to assume Obama is either. 

The same is true of labor reform. In the '30s and beyond, unions were critical to equalizing the economy's distribution of productivity gains and making the middle class possible. Since the conservative ascendancy of the late '70s, there have been enormous productivity gains but they have by and large gone to the top 10%. If labor is strengthened and collective bargaining re-emerges as a real economic force, the likelihood is that any future gains will be distributed as they were when the Greatest Generation came of age, not as they were when that generation began to die. 

When I listened to him yesterday, I heard a President Obama inviting us to change, warning us that change would not be easy, advising us that old approaches and resentments would be dangerously counterproductive, and asking -- as had his 16th predecessor -- that we unleash the "better angels of our nature." 

Dick Morris apparently missed that show. 

Too bad.

'Cause this guy can dance.

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

I have been thinking about Christmas this week. 

Actually, I have been thinking about Christmas Eve, which is today. And which, it seems to me, captures more of the essence of Christmas than even the day itself. 

Christmas is about anticipation. About what will happen, not what has occurred. It's about the future, whether that future is mere hours in the offing or a millenia away. And it unites, in perhaps a way that no other holiday can or does, the pedestrian with the profound. In fact, it makes the pedestrian profound. 

Kids will go crazy tonight. Most won't be able to sleep. Those not afraid of some cosmic retribution will sneak a peak out the window or down the stairs in search of Santa Claus. Others will become inveterate Holmes-es (Sherlock, that is), carefully processing every errant sound from a squeaky baseboard to determine if he has come down the chimney, with care or otherwise, along with a satchel of goodies. A few years ago, a friend told me his son had come into his bedroom in the middle of the night, swearing to his father that "Rudolph was in the driveway." 

Two thousand years ago, it was all about anticipation too. We have encrusted that day with layers of theological speculation, so much so that we are now almost in need of theo-archaeologists to carefully remove the layers without destroying the initial insight. It was, after all, about the future, about hope -- cosmic and otherwise. Lots of us call it salvation, and tonight or tomorrow, when many of us cross the church threshold (some for our biennial visit, others for the second time this week), we will hear the ancient story of the incarnate One and be told it was the day we were saved. 

Which has, of late, got me to wondering. 

What for? 

And the best answer I can come up with is . . . 

Tomorrow. 

And so that's what Christmas is about for me. Tomorrow. All the endless tomorrows. With their hopes and dreams and disappointments. Their risings and fallings. And tears and laughter. Even on the day I die, when tomorrow will be unpredictably exciting. In fact, especially then. 

A friend recommended a book earlier this year by a theologian named John Haught. In it, Haught talked about the need to square Christian theology with the fact of evolution. One point he made is that theology should never compete with science, that the truths of the latter are not to be denied by the former, and vice versa. So the earth and all its inhabitants weren't created in six days, the universe (or multi-verse, we really do not know) is billions of years old, the human story represents hardly a nanosecond in this evolutionary time line, and the possibility of intelligent life in spheres beyond our third rock from the sun is hardly remote. The one thing certain is that, whoever and whatever we and our world are, it will not be the same tomorrow. 

In fact, in the deep time of our evolutionary tomorrow, it's gonna be very different. 

Which brings me back to Christmas. Or more precisely Christmas Eve. The one day when we think about nothing but tomorrow. And really look forward to it. 

I am ready this year. All the presents are wrapped. The house is clean (I vacuum). Charles Darwin and Jesus Christ have become bosom buddies in my mind, the former telling me that nothing is forever as the world and its inhabitants constantly morph into newer forms, the latter teaching me that this in itself is a good thing and that somewhere over this evolutionary rainbow there is still a tomorrow that embraces us all. 

And I have a shovel ready. 

In case Rudolph leaves something in the driveway besides a missing sleigh bell

Merry Christmas.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

BLAGO AND ME

BLAGO AND ME

So now we have spent the better part of two weeks with the news that Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevitch was trying to trade Barack Obama's vacant Senate seat for political contributions and some up front money. 

All the usual suspects showed up. The earnest prosecutor professing shock at the sight of a sitting public servant arranging an apparent bribe. The editorialists bemoaning the state of a state where corruption appears endemic. The other politicians running for cover, with those caught on "the tapes" arranging hastily called press conferences to explain that they too were duped by Blago into thinking those "interviews" for the Senate seat were on the up and up. And the defense lawyer telling an incredulous world that his guy is innocent. 

Hello! 

Is any of this really news? We live in a country where it costs, at a minimum, $500,000 to run for a seat in the House of Representatives. If the district is anywhere near a major media market, the cost rises into the multi-millions of dollars. If one wants to run for statewide office in a place like Illinois (or a dozen other big states like New York or California), the cost is in the tens of millions of dollars. If you win, more than half your time while in office must be spent raising money for the reelection. 

Over time, this lunacy has produced three sorts of candidates and public servants. 

The really rich. 

The really famous. 

And the really stretched. 

The chances of any ordinary upstanding Joe -- even a very talented ordinary upstanding Joe who becomes, say, a Rhodes Scholar -- climbing this greasy pole have become exceedingly slim. For every Obama who works a miracle, there are dozens stymied in a lost Congressional district or a City Council seat from which they will never rise. And even the City Councilmen (and women) are spending all their time raising money in the hopes that lightning may strike.

In 2000, before Hillary Clinton came to New York and told us she wanted to be our Senator, the odds on favorite to run in a Democratic primary for Sen. Moynihan's soon to be vacant post was Westchester County Congresswoman Nita Lowey. That, of course, never happened. What did happen, however, is that, upon news of Lowey's interest in the Senate, three multi-zillionaires sought out the then chair of the Westchester County Democratic Party and told him they were each willing to put up $1 million of their own money to contest Lowey's seat. That could not have been music to the ears of the two dozen County Legislators, town Mayors, Assembly people and State Senators who might have credibly entertained the notion of running for the office, all of whom came from backgrounds that were decidedly modest relative to today's entry fee for a vacant Congressional contest in the New York City suburbs. 

It also shouldn't be music to our ears. Because the present system costs us a lot more than money. 

It costs us talent. 

 Harry Truman was a County Judge (the equivalent of a County Executive) in Independence, Missouri before he became a US Senator during the New Deal. The Prendergast political machine made him a Senator because they thought he was not smart enough to be the state tax assessor. In 1944, FDR made him Vice President and in 1945 be assumed the Presidency upon Roosevelt's death. In the '30s, a guy named Thomas P. O'Neill was elected to the Massachusetts General Court, where he served for almost two decades. In 1952, he ran for a Congressional seat in Cambridge, Massachusetts because the sitting Congressman (a guy named John F. Kennedy) had just been elected to the Senate. After serving for more than two decades there, O'Neill became Speaker of the House. 

In their time, Truman and O'Neill were instrumental in creating and preserving the modern day middle class, not to mention saving the entire free world. 

And neither of them could become President or Speaker of the House in the current political environment. 

Today, New York City is being run by a billionaire. He's a nice guy and a very competent Mayor. But he isn't Fiorella La Guardia. Or Ed Koch. Neither of whom could win today either. Across the river in New Jersey, another billionaire is running that state. He is also a nice guy and appears to be a competent Governor. But he isn't Robert Meyner, New Jersey's Governor in the '50s and the guy who actually beat that era's millionaire candidate, Malcom Forbes. He isn't even Bob Torrecelli, who came up the hard way to become New Jersey's US Senator in the late 1990s. And resigned amidst a scandal involving illegal campaign contributions. 

Which brings us back to Blago. 

There are two basic problems with Rod. One is that he is broke. The other is that he can be corrupt. It is unclear which problem came first, though one suspects there are and have been many politicians over the years who have had their hands in the cookie jar in part because the bill collectors were knocking at the door. This is no excuse, and for every Bagojevich without scruples there is a Chuck Schumer (who is very middle class, rooms with two other Senators in DC, and has never attracted the hint of scandal even as he became a prodigious fundraiser)who proves that morality in the midst of temptation (and an unpaid mortgage) is still possible. As Warren Rudman famously remarked in another context to Oliver North, "Not all of us do it." 

But, c'mon, do we have to make it so hard? Millions to win. Millions more to continue to serve. Multiple residences (which is not something your average middle class guy or gal can afford). A fundraising system that requires you to beg at the feet of the rich. And the de riguer perfect family, with of course the two kids, both of whom will have to go to college. 

In New York today, we are being treated to the daily spectacle of Caroline Kennedy running to be the (appointive) US Senator once Hillary resigns. Some are huffing and puffing that she isn't "qualified." Others are claiming (correctly) that she would have no chance but for her last name and genealogy. Still others are rebutting the huffers and puffers, noting her philanthropic work, her authorship of multiple books on Constitutional law,and her expertise in education policy in the wake of service as a dollar a year employee of the new NYC educational system (where she has received high marks). But the real question is . . . 

Who can raise $70 million for the 2010 election and the 2012 reelection effort, lest the Senate seat be lost to the Democrats? 

And with that, Caroline is suddenly looking very "qualified." 

In a strange way, Blago and Sweet Caroline are opposite sides of the absurd political coin we are constantly flipping. We want to avoid the rich and famous in favor of the modest but qualified. We make it impossible for anyone but the rich and famous to get the jobs and then keep them. And then when that rare modest man or woman of little means comes along, we expect him or her to turn political somersaults in the form of expert governance by day, fundraising shakedowns by night. 

And, oh, by the way, don't neglect the wife (or husband) and the kids. Or the mortgage. 

That there are Blago's out there should not be surprising. 

That there aren't more of them should be. 

In the '90s, I twice ran for Congress and lost. According to the reviews, I gave some great speeches and was very good on the retail side. The press loved me and I even have my "impressively knowledgeable attorney" accolade from the New York Times editorial that I will frame and someday give my kids. I am, however, not a Congressman principally because I couldn't come close to raising the money needed to be competitive, let alone win. 

I'd like to think I am not Rod Blagojevich for reasons that have to do with character. But there is at least one other reason I am not Blago. 

It's that . . . 

I am not a Congressman.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

SENATOR "ANYONE"

SENATOR "ANYONE" 

New York needs a Senator. 

Actually, if you listen to the politicians, it needs an Hispanic woman from somewhere north of the Bronx and east of Buffalo who can appeal to independents in the Adirondacks while still winning the boroughs. This ubermensch (or preferably womensch) must have what New Yorkers call "star" power, an asserted requirement in light of who she succeeds both immediately (Hillary Clinton) and historically (Bobby Kennedy). And she (or he, if we are still kidding ourselves) must also be able to raise gajillions of dollars, this the result of the specific need to run for election in both 2010 (to fill out the remainder of the Clinton term) and reelection in 2012 (because, unlike in Delaware, New Yorkers do not believe in caretakers). 

This is a big decision for David Paterson, the state's current Democratic Governor. 

For those of you who do not remember, and all you others who have chosen to forget, Paterson is the guy who replaced the state's prior Democratic Governor, Eliot Spitzer, who had to resign when his dating habits became public. Since then, running the show has been no can of beans. The state has no money, and it's biggest taxpayer is Wall Street, so right now it has no prospect of coming into money anytime soon. Consequently, Paterson has been running around the state explaining to anyone who will listen that cuts are coming. These audiences have praised him for his candor and marvelled at his performances (which are laced with funny asides and mind boggling budgetary detail, all committed to and delivered from memory because the Governor is more or less blind as a consequence of an early childhood disease). He is also asking Hank Paulson and Barack Obama for money, both of whom have promised to get back to him and are themselves working through a rather long list. Now, David Paterson must find a Senator to replace Hillary Clinton. 

In most places, this would be viewed as the rough political equivalent of being forced to play the fiddle while Rome burns. In other words, not such a big deal relative to what else is going on. Delaware has already picked Joe Biden's replacement, and Illinois is so overjoyed by Barack's ascension (and Chicago's place as the new western White House) that picking his Senate replacement appears to be a back pager at best. 

But not here. In New York, finding a Senator is front page news. And so far, the mentionees include two Kennedys, one Cuomo, a County Executive, three Congresswomen . . . 

And me. 

I am not kidding. 

A friend of mine on the Democratic National Committee (or "DNC" to the initiated) called me late one night a few weeks ago to ask whether I had seen the news that Hillary was slated to become Secretary of State. I had and said so. He had too. And was sitting in a bar in Washington talking to other political operatives, all of whom were out of work following the general election and desperately looking for something to do. So they decided to speculate on who David Paterson would appoint and -- being political consultants -- decided it would have to be someone who would otherwise primary Paterson for Governor. This narrowed the field appreciably, the consultants concluding that Andrew Cuomo would get the nod. Andrew, however, being Andrew, was not deemed particularly popular, and in any case, more drinks were being consumed. So the consultants decided that "anyone" who ran against Cuomo in a primary might beat him. 

My friend then said he happened to know an "anyone." 

In New York. 

And that's how I made the list. 

 So I have been thinking seriously about this idea. 

There are, of course, a number of negatives. I am not a woman, or Hispanic, or from upsate New York. I do not even speak Spanish. I do speak French but Quebec unfortunately is still part of Canada. I am an Irish Catholic male who lives in Westchester County, making me on the surface sound more or less like a Republican, which is a type that generally does not win a Democratic primary. Then, of course, my putative (and, I am instructed, desired) opponent, Andrew Cuomo, may not get the Paterson appointment. The women's groups in New York have been touting three Congresswomen. The Nassau County Executive was on the list because he too is interested in being Governor (but apparently not as interested as Andrew Cuomo, who the operatives say is "really" interested). 

Caroline Kennedy is now a mentionee and Bobby Kennedy Jr. was until he took himself out of the running. For the record, I endorsed Barack months before Caroline. But no one came to my press conference. In fact, I didn't even hold one. This undoubtedly was bad planning on my part. But I wasn't a mentionee then. The Kennedys, of course, worry me, as they would any interested candidate. They are very good at producing two things. 

Politicians . . . 

And babies. 

 RFK, Jr. is saying that if Caroline is appointed and runs, the state will see more Kennedys than it ever knew existed. And I believe him. At a book signing party for one of his sisters last year, his mother told me that she had "thirty two grandchildren, and one on the way." All those Kennedy kids have been producing their own . . . Kennedy kids. 

Lots of surrogates. 

But I have two advantages that could put me over the top. One is that, contrary to popular belief, this is not the first time I have been a US Senate mentionee. Back in 1994, fresh from having lost a Congressional primary by 27 points (which followed the loss of an earlier general election by 20 points), a supporter of one of my opponents said I "should run for the Senate." We were in a bar having a drink (I am seeing a pattern here). I thought she meant the state Senate and noted that there already was a Democrat running for that seat. She said, "No. You should run against D'Amato for the US Senate." I asked if I should do this with the "$40,000 I had been able to raise in the last primary, or the $150,000 I had raised in that losing general election." 

She kept drinking. 

But it was a mention. 

The other advantage is more significant. Given the list of mentionees, I think I can get Senator Schumer's endorsement. Schumer, who in 1998 did beat D'Amato, has been overshadowed here in New York ever since Hillary showed up in 2000. And he doesn't like it. Having run the Senate election arm of the DNC for the last two cycles, helping measurably in the process to turn a minority into an almost supermajority, the rumor is that this time Chuck Schumer wants to make sure New York's junior Senator is someone whose star power won't dull his own forever shining bright light. Someone who finally will let him give up those Sunday morning press conferences. In other words, he wants New York's junior Senator to truly be . . . a junior Senator. 

Which more or less eliminates everyone on the list. 

Except me. 

Senator "Anyone".

Monday, November 24, 2008

THANKSGIVING 2008

THANKSGIVING 2008

It's my favorite holiday. I love the colors, the food, the parade. 

And the fact that it's always on a Thursday. 

If a holiday falls on a Monday or a Friday, you more or less feel ripped off, the victim of some sort of boss-led conspiracy to eliminate the extra day off. It can make you so mad you start flirting with the idea of moving to France . . . just to take off the whole month of August. 

If a holiday falls on a Wednesday, you pretty much need a shrink. It creates a kind of downside schizophrenia. The work week stops just as it is about to start, so nothing gets done. And then it starts up again when it is supposed to have finished, so no one wants to do anything. Can anyone think of single thing the world has accomplished during a mid-week holiday week? Maybe we've created material for the next Woody Allen movie. But that's about it. 

Tuesday, of course, creates a whole other set of problems. Tuesday is sort of a backwards Thursday. You get the four day weekend but everything goes in reverse. No one really likes eating a huge turkey with all the trimmings on the last day of a four day weekend. And no one can get to work the next day when they do so. 

So Thursday it is. And this year Christmas falls on a Thursday too. It's 2008's version of a double mitzvah, as some of my ecumenically inclined friends would say. Two long weekends. Month to month. Holiday synchronicity at its best. 

And the truth is, this year, we really need them. Let's face it. Though Thanksgiving is a time for giving thanks, we just do not have time this year for the requisite thank yous. The "to do" list is way too long. Wars to win. Credit markets to unfreeze. 401k's to cry over. A stock market to revive. A few banks to take over. 

Washington DC itself is awash in job applications . . . and applicants. Apparently there are in the neighborhood of 35,000 plus jobs that can change hands now that a new Administration is coming to power. And at least 200,000 people who want them. In fact, there are now so many applicants that the Obama transition team may not even be able to take Thanksgiving off. And they can certainly forget about sleepin' in on the Friday after. That is a work day, which more or less refutes the notion that there is anything French about this crowd. 

Of course, it must be said that the folks applying for these DC jobs clearly do not have houses to sell. Because, if they did, my real estate broker friend tells me there are no mortgages to be had and thus no buyers to beguile. So, the Washington political job pool this time around is comprised of the really rich . . . and the really young. In other words, pretty much like what it was the last time we changed Presidents. 

How does a transition operation process 200,000 applicants? Not very well, it appears. The Obama team has a web site which tells anyone interested that they should send their application in on line, and that this is the best way to "insure" a response. This is not very encouraging. The President-elect is promising to get to you. But he's not giving you any deadline. Sort of like W's Iraq policy for the last five years. 

My own view is that the whole process should be outsourced . . . to the nation's colleges and universities. Year in and year out, these institutions deal with millions of kids who apply for admission to their schools. Within a period of no more than six months, and as early as one if you want, they review the submissions, interview the candidates, and make the decisions. They are also pros at saying no, which the Government generally is not. 

I will not be among the 200,000 applicants. Because I have a mortgage. And two children about to be in college at the same time. That, however, does not mean I will not be sending in an application. The way I see it, Barack may get to it mid-way through his second term. 

By which time, my kids will be out of college . . . 

And houses may again be selling. 

Happy Thanksgiving.

Friday, November 14, 2008

PARDON ME

PARDON ME 

I guess bailing out the banks was not enough. Because now he wants to bail out himself. 

No kidding. 

There are rumors flying around Washington that outgoing President Bush plans to issue "blanket pardons" to preclude the prosecution of anyone for crimes arising out of acts of torture (euphemistically, but falsely, called "enhanced interrogation techniques") authorized by his Administration. According to reports, the incoming Obama team, torn between the notion that violators should be prosecuted now to the fullest extent of the law on the one hand or that prosecutions should be deferred pending the creation of a Congressionally sanctioned non-partisan commission to investigate alleged abuses on the other, is now faced with the unpleasant prospect that any decision made by it might, as it were, be moot even before it is made. 

But here's the beauty part. In issuing these blanket pardons, President Bush will even pardon himself. 

Wow. I guess we were right to forgive the Supreme Court eight years ago. Counting on it (forgiveness, that is), they ignored two hundred plus years of precedent to give us the pardoned reality of an unelected President. And eight years later, he gets to ignore two hundred plus years of precedent to give us the unelected reality of a self-pardoned President. Move over Jerry Ford. You've just been usurped. You too Mr. Clinton (you pardon amateur). 

In his 62 years, Bush's habit of "leaving messes for others to clean up" has been raised to an art form. As a college prankster and young adult, his family routinely intervened to save W from himself. As a would-be entrepreneur running businesses into the ground with other people's money, he regularly rang up enormous losses for his investors. As Governor of Texas, Bush left his state in a financial hole. And now as President, he leaves us despised abroad, and at home . . . broke. 

This latest gambit, however, clearly takes the cake. 

From the moment he assumed office, Bush II's was an in your face Presidency. I couldn't tell if it was inherent in his personality or just the predictable consequence of feared illegitimacy in the wake of having been shoehorned into the White House by five people who got to vote twice. Whatever the source, the Bushies regularly bulldozed their way to victory, from tax cuts for the rich that sank the surplus to a war of choice sold on false pretenses. Whether it was covering up the authorization of torture in the war on terror or moving the Supreme Court hard to the right, they literally never gave an inch. 

And they are going out the same way they came in. 

If he follows through on blanket pardons -- one for himself included -- President Bush won't be leaving a mess for Obama, he'll be sweeping that mess under the most impregnable of historic rugs. We will never know the full truth about torture . . . or WMD . . . or Gitmo. There will be no accountability. And Dick Cheney's dark side will remain forever hidden. 

Can we do anything about this? 

The short answer is (pace Sarah Palin) . . . You betcha'. 

The President's power to pardon is plenary and unreviewable. There is no recourse against a chief executive who exercises that power, at least none if the goal is to reverse the pardon. But that doesn't mean there is no recourse against Bush himself. He is President for sixty seven more days. He can still be impeached. More importantly, the new Congress will be sworn in on January 1, 2009. For nineteen days, therefore, Bush will be President while the Democrats enjoy enormous majorities in the House of Representatives and numbers somewhere between six and eight votes short of a two-thirds majority in the Senate. As we know from recent history, it takes a simple majority for the House to impeach and a two thirds majority for the Senate to convict and remove a President following a bill of impeachment

What would be the grounds for impeachment? The Constitutional standard is simple. Presidents are impeachable for "high crimes and misdemeanors." My guess is that the authorization of torture qualifies; at the very least it trumps lying about oral sex in the oval office. Between now and Inauguration Day, we obviously do not have enough time to subpoena witnesses and gather evidence sufficient to prove that Bush actually did this. But the reality is we need not do so. 

Because President Bush will have admitted his guilt. 

When President Ford pardoned Richard Nixon, Ford made much of the fact that acceptance of a pardon constitutes acknowledgment of guilt. When challenged, Ford regularly pulled from his pocket excerpts he kept from a Supreme Court decision which said exactly this. Let's test that proposition. If Bush pardons himself, we can impeach and convict him on the theory that the pardon is an admission. And we could literally do all this in hours. 

As for the need for six to eight Republican Senators to get the two thirds needed to convict, 2010 is an election year as well, and of the thirty five seats up that year, a disproportionate number are again held by Republicans. Look for the votes in that group and start with Pennsylvania's Arlen Spector. Pennsylvania went hard blue last week and hates W. Spector knows torture is illegal and was rolled by the conservative right when he chaired the Senate Judiciary Committee. When motivated by a grudge, one Senator can get a lot done; when motivated by a principled grudge, he or she can move mountains . . . or at least seven votes. 

So, go ahead Mr. President. 

Make our day.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

BAD ATTITUDE

BAD ATTITUDE 

I am starting to worry about the bailout. Or bailouts. 

Not the economics of it, or them. I think I understand that as well as most Americans who don't run around with Ph.Ds in economics mounted to their walls.

Certain institutions are too big to fail in the sense that the consequences of failure for the rest of us are enormous and inequitable. Neither you nor I, for the most part, made the bad decisions at AIG or Fannie or Freddie, so it's not right that we should feel the potentially fatal pain of their incompetence. If, however, they fail, we will too. Because we shouldn't, the Government intervenes. In saving the big shots from their bad bets, we also save ourselves, which was the main idea in the first place. The big guys become what economists refer to as "free-riders," unintended (and undeserving) beneficiaries of the safety net erected to catch the rest of us. 

All of this, I get. 

What I am failing to understand is the sheer idiocy exhibited by many of those who now have become recipients of our forced largesse. And I am now worried about the fall out. 

Here' s what I mean. 

When I was a boy growing up in Brooklyn, there were really only two ways to get in trouble at home. At a minor level, my sister or I could blow off a chore or not make our bed or get a little too sassy for a ten year old. These usually resulted in, at best, a raised eyebrow (or a forced march back to the unmade bed). I call these minor infractions because they compared not a whit at the level of consequence to what was the only major infraction. 

Which was Exhibiting a Bad Attitude. 

The attitude offender was in big trouble in my Brooklyn. After notice, indictment, trial and conviction on the charge -- for which, I should add, I still received more due process than the detainees at Guantanamo -- the penalty was a sour look of despair, one that said you were still loved but for now not respected. This was a killer for me. Mostly because I really loved my mother. Who, I believe, pretty much wrote the book on Good Attitude. In truth, it wasn't all that hard to avoid the problem of bad attitude. Generally speaking, good attitude was more or less a subset of good manners and keeping one's ego in check. If you said please and thank you, shared the toys (or even better, gave one up), did the minimal chores with a smile on your face, and made sure there was desert left for someone else when you eyed your slice of the pie, you were pretty much home free. 

That, it seems to me, is what is missing from all these bailouts. 

We just gave Hank Paulson $700 billion in walkin' around money, his to dispense in an effort to unclog the artery known as credit which is threatening America and the world with an economic coronary. This followed an $85 billion infusion to AIG. We now know, however, that the banks aren't lending nearly enough of the $250 billion they already have mainlined, and that AIG is still showering its executives with overwrought compensation and other goodies, and charging us for the privilege. 

This is bad attitude run amok. And it is catching. 

Today, the newspapers announced that GM's CEO, Rich Wagoner, was demanding a federal bailout for that company. GM apparently does not have enough cash (or cash equivalents) left to meet its operating expenses through the end of the year. The right and the left have now assumed their regular positions, the former arguing it's all the unions' fault, the latter pinning the blame on a management that wasted its time lobbying Washington to kill higher fuel economy standards while Toyota and Nissan were designing and building hybrids. Ford and Chrysler can't be far behind. Neither is profitable. And both endorsed the same failed business plan (if you talk to the left) or entered into the same union contracts (if you talk to the right).

In truth, both sides have a point . . . and are missing one. 

The business plans were stupid. They relied on the notion that oil would forever flow at $60/barrel or less, that climate change was a hoax, and that investing in a Congressman was better than investing in a plug-in. The labor contracts have now become unsustainable, but this is not because they are unfair. Rather, it is because the auto companies themselves have become so unprofitable. To lay that lack of profit at the feet of labor, moreover, is false. Toyota and Nissan aren't making more money just because they locate plants in right to work states and negotiate better deals with their workers. They often do neither of these things. 

The truth is, Toyota and Nissan are making better cars. 

They also are paying less in health care costs. When she was running for President, Hillary Clinton noted that GM was really a health care provider that happened to manufacture automobiles. And she was right. The solution, however, is not to blame the UAW for negotiating health care benefits for its members (or to praise Toyota and Nissan for having the foresight to avoid union contracts which could have required the same deal). It's to provide national health insurance. Unfortunately, when Hillary tried that in the mid-'90s, GM -- to use the language of my kids -- did not have her back. 

Americans are pissed. They did not give AIG $85 billion so that it could continue to run a toga-party at the public's expense. They were not interested in sending $250 billion to the banks so their CEOs could dither on lending the money while worrying about pools for executive compensation. And they don't want to give GM whatever it says it needs so that Detroit can lobby Washington to kill health care for all while it builds another gas guzzler no one buys. 

So here's my advice. 

Before Rich Wagoner goes hat in hand to a lame duck Congress and a now-I-am-worried-about-moral-hazard lame duck President . . . 

Before AIG spends another dime on an executive cruise . . . 

And before the banks hoard (rather than lend) another penny they get from Paulson . . . 

They need to talk to my Mom. 

'Cause these guys have a bad case of bad attitude.