So call me churlish

I suppose it is churlish of me to do anything other than effuse with a star-spangled flourish over our glorious liberation of Iraq. Still, a couple of recent news items give me pause.

  1. Rumsfeld and right wing groups are already rattling their sabres at Syria.
  2. Remember the Taliban? They’re still around, and they’re killing aid workers.

As Stephen Colbert sneeringly said last night on the Daily Show, “Rebuilding is for losers!” Is it possible that, despite our regime’s administration’s often-repeated promises to rebuild Iraq that they’re really more interested in a permanent war?

What’s the opposite of deja-vu? I feel as if I can see history repeating itself.

Comics

I’m ready to sell my comic-book collection. Anyone who’s interested, I have a list of titles, issues, some comments on condition, etc. Except where otherwise noted, all are in very-fine to near-mint condition.

With some exceptions, most of my stuff doesn’t seem to be very marketable (judging by ebay). In some ways, this surprises me–a lot of my stuff is from smaller publishers, and is better quality than a lot of the mainstream stuff. Then again, mainstream stuff gets made into movies, which no doubt feeds demand. It was also interesting just looking over some of the issues in my collection for the first time in quite a few years, and being surprised at what passes for “good” in comic books. I suspect that the original artboards for a lot of these really are good, but between the shitty paper and awful print quality, only a faint echo of that comes through.

The Soup Peddler

The local rag has an article on the Soup Peddler, a business run by a friend, David.

David’s is an interesting guy. He holds a semi-regular shabbat dinner, but it’s probably the only one you’ll ever go to where a Muslim friend in attendance will offer you a beer. He quit his computer-programming job some time ago to become a yoga instructor. He created this soup business on the side, but that seems to be turning into his main gig.

Paraleipsis

Paraleipsis is the rhetorical device of mentioning something by saying that you won’t mention it. Not that I would stoop to using such a cheap technique, but The Onion gives us a good example of its use.

Swiss army knife time-shares

People like their Swiss Army knives. But in these troubled times, we can’t travel with them on airplanes. A simple solution: sell time-shares in knives. Set up offices at all the major airports; a traveller would pick up a knife after landing at his destination, returning it before going back home.

What’s the big idea?

Years ago, when he almost seemed more important than the president, Newt Gingrich said something like “the Republican party is the party of ideas.” Is that true? I wonder.

The current war grew out of a right-wing think tank that has been promoting the idea of a war for about ten years. Say what you will, stirring up a war certainly qualifies as a big idea. And of course, war on Iraq is just the first phase of the operation. The next phase, according to these guys, is Iran. (I’m not sure, but I’m guessing that they’ll go for the Axis of Evil hat-trick and invade North Korea after that.)

Don’t Democrats ever have big ideas? Clinton did: his nationalized health-care plan. Which was shot down in flames, of course. Is that as big as the war on Iraq? Depends on the metric you use.

In terms of expense, it’s hard to compare a one-off like a war with a permanent program, but George II has already asked for $75 billion as a first round of funding for the war (which, if memory serves me right, is supposed to cover six months of operation). For the rebuilding of Iraq (which may be paid for largely with Iraqi oil money), I’ve heard numbers from as low as $50 billion right on up to $1 trillion. Let’s be wildly optimistic and stick with the lower figure, but assume that the whole thing is paid by the USA. That’s $125 billion to prosecute a six-month war and rebuild the country.

I had a hard time coming up with clear-cut numbers on Clinton’s health-care plan, but a critical, right wing summary of the Clinton plan suggests that the plan would have cost somewhere in the range of $4 billion per year. That seems suspiciously low–I figured it must be missing something–it seems to cover only the cost to administer the program, not the actual cost of benefits. Other critics have suggested that the government would take over all medical spending, which would remain at existing levels–about $700 billion a year. Now that’s big. The real number is probably somewhere in between. In fact, from what I’ve heard, U.S. health insurers skim slightly over 1% out of the system, so thats $7 billion. If that were removed and replaced with the government sucking up $4 billion, that would actually be a savings of a few billion.

A better metric would be the value to the American people. A nationalized health-care plan would instantly (ok, perhaps not instantly) solve a major problem for 35 million Americans who have no insurance, and many more (like me) who are worried about their ability to afford insurance long term, or feel chained to a bad job so that they won’t lose their current benefits (pre-existing conditions are a bitch). The war on Iraq will benefit manufacturers of military hardware, giant construction companies like Halliburton, and armchair generals (psychologically, at least). The rest of us need to put up with increased harassment by the government in the name of security, increased risk of terrorism, a weaker economy overall, concern for friends in the military, and so on. Our troops have much bigger problems to contend with, of course, and a few of them aren’t coming back.

Politispam

I’ve been spammed by the Will Wynn campaign. I wonder how I got on their mailing list. Guess who I’m not voting for.

I greatly appreciate you allowing me to contact you electronically, and update you on the progress of our campaign. This e-newsletter lets us keep you and your family informed of the latest developments, and also saves us scarce campaign funds. Thank you!

It has all the hallmarks of spam–it pretends to have my permission. It contains extensive HTML markup and images. Of course, we’ve seen this kind of thing before.

[Later] Now I’ve gotten politispam from Glen Maxey on behalf of Howard Dean. I like Howard Dean. This is disappointing.

A night of surreal sights and sounds

The Alamo Drafthouse was having a “stag night” downtown. Gwen and I thought this sounded like fun, so we hied ourselves on down. There were a couple layers of difference between what I was expecting and what we saw. I was expecting, you know, stag movies. Grainy black-and-white porno shorts where the guy’s eyes had black bars across them. In fact, what they had planned to show was a more conventional porno movie, Fantasex Island (not even in the IMDB, but hey, look, it is in the Adult Film Database, mysteriously listing Holly Near in the credits!).

Well, it turns out that, according to the jackbooted thugs at the TABC, establishments that serve alcohol cannot show porno. So the people putting on the stag show edited it down to the non-pornographic parts–about five minutes (which, frankly, was enough)–and ran that.

For the main feature, they showed something much stranger: Sinful Dwarf, AKA “The Abducted Bride.” This was an English-language Danish horror movie, where a depraved dwarf and his hideous, washed-up showbiz mother lure young women into their attic, get them hooked on heroin, and use them as sex slaves for hire. Part of the schtick was that the sound was turned off, and a crew of four (?) live performers in the room took over all the voices, sound effects, and music. As near as I could tell, they stuck pretty closely to the original dialog, adding in a few of their own zingers along the way.

[Later] It turns out that none of the people in this movie have a Bacon number higher than 4. Amazing.

So, okay, that was weird. Watching it, we wondered two things: 1. What ever made anyone think that the movie had any artistic or commercial merit? and 2. How in the hell did somebody in Austin ever find this stinker and decide it would be fit to show in public?

After that was done, we then headed over to the Ritz for a night of ukulele music. The opening act was Sonic Uke (a great name that unfortunately appears to have been taken already). The three members all work at Cafe Mundi, so they were more or less familiar to me. The guy singing was doing a Bill-Murray-Lounge-Singer routine, and the chick had on a bizarre wig (as did Carl, on the uke). Most of their material was pretty weird, but not unpleasant–they do have musical talent, and they weren’t going out of their way to conceal it.

They were followed by Shorty Long, which always puts on a good show. The Ritz was filling up at this point, and not a lot of people really seemed to be into them, for some reason.

The third act was probably what most people came for: Petty Booka. A couple of Japanese chicks who cover a wide range of pop and country numbers in their quasi-Hawaiian style (along with some original numbers). I’d heard their stuff before, and appreciated it for the novelty value (which is high), but seeing them live, I realized that they really had serious musical talent, singing in harmony that reminded me a little of David Seville and a lot of a 60s girl-group like the Ronettes. I expected to see just the two of them–in fact they were backed up by a standup bass, guitar, and a very young-looking but talented Mexican guy on a slide reverb guitar. They covered everyone from the Ramones to Patsy Cline. Great show.

There was a fourth act on the bill, the Meat Purveyors, but I’ve heard them and it was already pretty late, so we left.

Jennifer Government

Just finished reading Jennifer Government by Max Barry, a blackly satirical story that answers the musical question “what would happen if Ayn Rand had her way?” The book has inspired an online game and is evidently being adapted to the screen.

It would actually make a good comic book, and I don’t mean that in a negative way. It’s a fast read, and suggests visuals that would be a lot of fun.

The story is fun but improbable, the characters are a bit sketchy, the plot moves quickly. Joe Bob says “check it out.”

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