<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975</id><updated>2011-10-09T22:42:06.194-05:00</updated><category term='Coulter anti-semite'/><category term='hoops Celtics NBA Brooklyn Boston'/><category term='election McCain'/><category term='economy &quot;creative destruction&quot; distribution'/><category term='Palin McCain lies'/><title type='text'>Gold Says</title><subtitle type='html'>I will (ir)regularly write about things that are important to me -- that I hope interest you.

Of course, since I see most things as being political, that will be most of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-8715539320314873456</id><published>2011-10-09T22:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T22:42:06.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was the Best of Times, IT was the Worst...</title><content type='html'>It's pretty scary out there, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing we can take away from the economic numbers is that it's not getting worse fast. A pretty small consolation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it seems that some people are waking up a little bit. The unsustainability of the approach of the last several decades -- itself a result of a combination of comfort and fear -- is revealing itself. The idea that the great American Dream has been perverted has become a little less alien. The idea that someday you or your children could 'have it all' was never supposed to be taken quite that literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see. Perhaps I spend too much of my time in an environment where market fundamentalism seems to be too silly a concept, somewhere between flat earthism and young earthism... Oh. Wait. I forgot the last survey numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty scary out there folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-8715539320314873456?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8715539320314873456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=8715539320314873456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/8715539320314873456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/8715539320314873456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2011/10/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst.html' title='It Was the Best of Times, IT was the Worst...'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-4633345319901268811</id><published>2011-06-01T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T18:36:36.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A note in response to Krugman's 7/3/09 column: "That ’30s Show" (written 7/3/09)</title><content type='html'>A note in response to Krugman's 7/3/09 column: "That ’30s Show"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Artie Gold on Friday, July 3, 2009 at 10:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real question at this point is "will we get to 1937?"&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the problem is that 9.5% unemployment is something we've seen before; a quarter of a century is but one generation. Yes, things are bad -- but to many, it's a restoration of "the way things are supposed to be" (hideous wealth distribution, the commoditization of labor and everything else). The big difference is that our expectations have changed to such a great extent. After all, the last time we saw unemployment at these levels it preceded a pair of decades of considerable growth (the second better shared than the first, to be sure -- and even then medians barely touched the pre-oil-shock levels).&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the first thing we need to do is to un-massage the unemployment numbers; if the "real" number were promulgated (is it 13%? 14%? more, using the pre-Reagan standard?) Of course, the "other side" would immediately demagogue that issue too -- happily comparing apples to oranges...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, what must happen is to drive a stake through the heart of the trickle-down worldview that got us into this mess. There's a somewhat creepy predestination-type argument that keeps being made, that the whole problem was that people got loans who didn't deserve them -- indeed who were not WORTHY of them -- and THAT'S what brought things down.&lt;br /&gt;No, dammit, the fact is that a consumer-based society coupled with a consistently upward-redistributable (read: "low tax") economy is, by its very nature, unsustainable.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my prescription:&lt;br /&gt;Raise the minimum wage by 30% over two years.&lt;br /&gt;Institute a sharply progressive income tax for incomes over, say $400000, up to, say, 60% for incomes over 1500000 and 75% over 5000000.&lt;br /&gt;Establish a living wage, at likely 150% of minimum wage; wages paid below that create a corporate tax liability of 25% of the difference (against profits).&lt;br /&gt;Fund the shortfalls of the states.&lt;br /&gt;Create a significant fund for very low cost loans for education.&lt;br /&gt;Pass a reasonable form of Universal Health Care.&lt;br /&gt;Might all this be inflationary? Yes. Most likely. Truth is, inflation has been artificially low for decades now. Capital has had its party. If we are dependent upon consumption, money has to be placed in the hands of those who will use it to consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the party (finally) gets started -- and goin' pretty good -- *then* you take the punchbowl away. But not until we cut unemployment by half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm not an economist, nor am I an MBA (many of whom are wonderful people, but as a group -- in terms of their overall effect -- not so much). I am, however an observer of the scene and have been around the block likely a few more times than I have left. Still, it seems pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we make the stated policy goal to eclipse the former high in real median income by 10% we'll be all right. Otherwise it's gonna be a long slog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-4633345319901268811?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4633345319901268811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=4633345319901268811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4633345319901268811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4633345319901268811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2011/06/note-in-response-to-krugmans-7309.html' title='A note in response to Krugman&apos;s 7/3/09 column: &quot;That ’30s Show&quot; (written 7/3/09)'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-6594416147425431220</id><published>2011-06-01T16:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T17:14:49.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to Say?</title><content type='html'>Nothing to say? Well, hardly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just find myself using other forums these days. Whether it be quickie tweets or slightly longer form status line musings -- or comments on those of others -- my comments have either been quick one-offs or parts of a longer conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be the time thing. After all, I just realized that I hadn't made a blog entry since we became a family of five. A family of FIVE!! After all that's transpired, it's a particularly remarkable thing. And now, little Eliza has a new trick! Mobility!!!! Four wheel, well, erm, limb, drive and a pretty powerful little motor, and it's off to the races. No item is safe from her potential grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the big guys are doing what you'd expect. Getting bigger. Not so big that they're ready to get out of my pocket and into the world -- Paul's only maybe, perhaps, halfway there -- but bigger, nevertheless. And Alex is now a first grader. It's official.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Summer has begun, summer vacation, to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;So, until late August, we'll have to be more entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we may be able to handle it! I hope so, anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-6594416147425431220?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6594416147425431220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=6594416147425431220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/6594416147425431220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/6594416147425431220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2011/06/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to Say?'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-4603312590182594423</id><published>2010-07-07T15:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:49:18.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad.</title><content type='html'>A little less than 68 years ago my father, just nineteen years old and having completed basic training in the US Army, found himself on a ship to an unknown somewhere, looking forward to an unknown fate. Being a sharp, streetwise city kid, he found his way to a craps game on board. Within two days, the $23  he originally had in his pocket had ballooned to about $1500, enabling him to buy the best berth for sleeping, buy food from the sailors (being a British ship, the rations for the enlisted men were particularly bad) and, in general made the journey as pleasant as possible. As he told me, he would pay $5 for a roast beef sandwich, a not inconsiderable sum in 1942; it was not exactly an environment, though, that fostered long range financial planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why mention this particular story? Well, it just always seemed fitting that he had gained that particular windfall shooting dice, After all, he &lt;b&gt;was&lt;/b&gt; born on the seventh day of the seventh month (for the record, his brother was born on the eleventh day of the eleventh month). So today he would have been 87 years old (though sixty was as far as he got).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Dad..,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-4603312590182594423?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4603312590182594423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=4603312590182594423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4603312590182594423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4603312590182594423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2010/07/dad.html' title='Dad.'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-4622526779026722082</id><published>2009-12-12T16:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T16:40:15.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Letter to Tiger Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mr. Woods:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your recent difficulties and admissions have pained me -- not because of the particular actions, but because of the nature of the reaction that has been triggered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you did a series of bad things. Violating the bounds of marriage -- particularly such a public one (despite your best efforts) -- is not to be taken lightly. However, in a very significant way, either it or something that would would be similarly perceived was just bound to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You began to become a star when the mere act of walking was still a novelty. Your progress through the ranks of junior and amateur golf is the stuff of legend. The record is well known. Soon after, not long into merely your third decade you leapt upon the scene as not only an accomplished professional in your chosen field, but as a singular figure, a brand -- a brand at the dawn of the age of serious personal branding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And through all this you were hothoused. You were described by both your late father and others as "the chosen one" from whom much is expected. A level of maturity befitting one much older was not just expected but assumed. And you played the game, quite brilliantly in fact. The indiscretions of youth? Those things most of us do at one time or another, those small indiscretions from which we learn how to conduct ourselves over the course of our lives? Nope. No time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single mindedly, you pursued your goals rapidly, so rapidly, ascending the ranks of the best who ever played the game and almost single handedly raising the profile of the game (and with it its possible rewards) on an international basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But living in that bubble has its consequences. You were on a fairy tale path. You gave much of yourself and received rewards that would not have been possible in any previous era. And with those rewards came a certain complacency about the way of the world, about the rockier path that most must take to get where they're going, if they get there at all. It's understandable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as you're in your fourth decade, the path to the historical top of your profession secure if not assured it seems you have fallen off the rather narrow path that got you there. Indeed, when the path has been so long narrow, the diversions from it are likely to be great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As both a star and a brand the opportunities are ample. Being appreciated by millions is one thing, being "appreciated" -- and having the consistent opportunity to be "appreciated" in a deeply personal way -- is a more deeply human emotional need. And, there came a point, I imagine, where saying "no" got old. I can't imagine doing that myself, but at the same time, I can't imagine being a consistent position of having to make that decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say you're taking an indefinite leave from the game. I think that's a bad idea. The game is your office. The pursuit of the next major, the next championship, the next hole, the next swing is what you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving the promotional stuff behind for a while? Absolutely. The corporate outings? Yes. The various appearances for this or that. No doubt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not the game. If you're serious about this, it seems the two places you need to be spending time are at home, repairing the relationships with your family, and on the course -- the place that has given you all the opportunities you have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Devoting yourself to those two things will give you the chance to make up for the fact that you never really grew up in a human sense. Understand that I don't say this in condemnation. Not at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You just never had the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At not yet 34 years of age, now you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sincerely wish you the best of luck in all endeavors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-4622526779026722082?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4622526779026722082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=4622526779026722082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4622526779026722082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4622526779026722082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/12/open-letter-to-tiger-woods.html' title='An Open Letter to Tiger Woods'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-2785468451093304930</id><published>2009-08-12T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:47:28.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coulter anti-semite'/><title type='text'>Horns? Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quite amazingly, there are some people in this world, after sinking about as low as a person can go, suddenly acquire the ability to go lower. Here's this tidbit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px; font-family:arial, Georgia, 'Century Schoolbook', 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then there's Barry Lynn, alleged "Christian minister," whose stock in trade is to denounce any mention of religion anyplace, anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Look, I'm a Christian minister, but even I have to admit that the sight of a kindergartner praying is terrifying to most folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; (The first person to post Barry Lynn's bar mitzvah photos or birth announcement (mazel tov!) wins a free copy of my latest book...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So let's see, since Mr. Lynn is not the type who would be part of, say, an Inquisition, he must be damn &lt;b&gt;Jew &lt;/b&gt;or something -- is &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; what you're trying to say, Ms Coulter? (If it weren't for the fact that I'm reasonably sure that there's at least one person out there who's reading her screed and saying, "Yup, that's right. Uh-huh." I might not be so offended. But I am.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', Georgia, 'Century Schoolbook', 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', Georgia, 'Century Schoolbook', 'Palatino Linotype', 'Book Antiqua', 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 10px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 10px;font-size:medium;"&gt;Ms Coulter, I implore you to attempt an action that's generally believed to be physically impossible. But please &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-2785468451093304930?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2785468451093304930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=2785468451093304930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/2785468451093304930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/2785468451093304930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/08/horns-really.html' title='Horns? Really?'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-4035773352831765868</id><published>2009-03-06T14:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:39:01.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Kowtow!!!!</title><content type='html'>I am so damn tired about the perceived need to kowtow to the people who explicitly make their money off other people's labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, such folks serve a necessary function in our economy -- indispensable, even. But still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stock markets are bad indicators of the overall health of an economy. Essentially they are at their highest when two things occur in tandem: Growing corporate revenues and growing corporate margins. The first of these &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; indicate health; the later, not so much. The two times when the percentage of corporate revenue that went to the bottom line (profits) were the highest? 1929...and 2007.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and another thing: When the usual suspects complain about how much of the tax bill the top 1% shoulders, why is it that they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; complain about the amount of the overall &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; they have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-4035773352831765868?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4035773352831765868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=4035773352831765868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4035773352831765868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4035773352831765868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-to-kowtow.html' title='Time to Kowtow!!!!'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-5408804440458172490</id><published>2009-02-25T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:11:22.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paranoid Style in American Politics -- always worth a read.</title><content type='html'>This article, first published in the November, 1964 edition of Harper's Magazine remains as timely today as on the day it was written.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://karws.gso.uri.edu/jfk/conspiracy_theory/the_paranoid_mentality/the_paranoid_style.html"&gt;The Paranoid Style in American Politics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-5408804440458172490?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://karws.gso.uri.edu/jfk/conspiracy_theory/the_paranoid_mentality/the_paranoid_style.html' title='The Paranoid Style in American Politics -- always worth a read.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5408804440458172490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=5408804440458172490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/5408804440458172490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/5408804440458172490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/paranoid-style-in-american-politics.html' title='The Paranoid Style in American Politics -- always worth a read.'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-1663755861540068287</id><published>2009-02-24T14:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:42:40.737-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy &quot;creative destruction&quot; distribution'/><title type='text'>Looking Backwards -- and Forwards....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;Though it is clear that we need -- and will likely continue to need -- some significant government spending in order to avoid the direst of potential consequences, that is at best a medium term fix. What really needs to be repaired (at least once we get past neglcted bridges and tunnels and roads and schools and all the rest) is the way the fruits of labor are distributed within our society.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consider the loud, triumphant headlines much of the past decade, for example: "Productivity rises again!" "Corporate profits up!" Now step back for a moment and consider what this really means. We'll start with productivity. Let's see. When productivity rises, it means that more "stuff" is produced for a lower cost. Naturally, some of this can be attributed to the efficiencies created by investments in technology, but almost certainly not all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, there's something else at work here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real wages have effectively remained static at best over the course of the last several decades -- all during a time when the economy, in aggregate terms, has grown rather significantly. Even worse, the "real wages" mentioned above are aggregates themselves; for many within our society, to have kept up -- or even close to it -- would have been a great improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; increased greatly over that time? Two things, mostly: Asset values in general (even when you take the last several months into account, for example, the overall price of housing in real terms has increased greatly). The kinds of things that enable the kind of class mobility that is so loudly and often said to be at the root of the "American Dream", things like healthcare, college tuition and the like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No wonder we're leveraged to the hilt as a society -- and no wonder the blip in home values has brought us down so low, so fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really simple. When an ever larger proportion of the overall income of a country is placed in ever fewer hands it can't all go back into the economy. So it goes into assets, raising the demand for same, and hence raising their relative valuation. Since homes are the one kind of such asset that a significant percentage of people own -- and the only thing that kept up with the expansion of the overall economy (as opposed to wages) -- people will tap that asset to maintain a lifestyle. And then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Creative destruction" is the oft-heard term, something that is important for a capitalist system to keep on developing. And it's true. But, just as it is healthy for the growth of aggregates within an economy, the insecurity it produces among people is destructive. And, at a moment like this one, where unemployment rates are rising, the natural (and correct) inclination is to rein everything in, which, of course feeds upon itself. Given the dominant business philosophy of the recent decades, one where labor is a necessary evil at best, all this is unsurprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's plenty of work to be done. Increasingly, there are plenty of people to do it. Unless and until those people find themselves in a situation where there's some reasonable confidence that they can make ends meet, put a little away and be able to do so on a consistent basis, every little bump in the road has the potential of turning into a large-scale calamity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time to renew that American Dream -- again for the many, not just the few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-1663755861540068287?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1663755861540068287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=1663755861540068287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/1663755861540068287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/1663755861540068287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/looking-backwards-and-forwards.html' title='Looking Backwards -- and Forwards....'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-9221608123505058334</id><published>2009-02-23T10:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:49:12.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Commandments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's pretty simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mensch"&gt;mensch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;2. Don't be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=chazer"&gt;chazer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest? The rest we'll get to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-9221608123505058334?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9221608123505058334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=9221608123505058334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/9221608123505058334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/9221608123505058334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-commandments.html' title='The Two Commandments'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-5113752862525299473</id><published>2009-02-23T09:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T10:18:58.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse of the Bourbons</title><content type='html'>They still don't get it. And it amazes me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching Gov. Sanford of South Carolina continuing to spew the same old line about how government should tighten its belt when things get a little bit tough economically. It's as if the kind of social spending that states (typically not exactly the most progressive of institutions; in general they can't be, it's too easy to move across state borders) engage in is some kind of luxury. You know all that over-the-top stuff: Libraries. Firefighters. Health clinics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, as I've stated before, the way for government to behave is exactly the opposite; when things get tough it is government and only government who must step up to the plate. When things improve, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is the time to start cutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Explicit government for "the gots" -- coming to a state near you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-5113752862525299473?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/5113752862525299473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=5113752862525299473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/5113752862525299473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/5113752862525299473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/curse-of-bourbons.html' title='Curse of the Bourbons'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-3806237987452134888</id><published>2009-02-17T23:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:03:34.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;[A friend of mine on Facebook, posed a question about why one might be a fan of one team but not another; the following was my reply. I kind of liked it, so I reproduced it here (oh, and just for context, I'm a Yankee fan)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ah. What makes someone a fan of team A and not team B...one of life's eternal questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I think it was two things: First of all, I became aware of baseball in 1961, when there WERE no Mets. The other thing, as time went on, was the fact that the Mets were sort of the suburban team, the urban redneck team; they played way out in Queens, almost Long Island, out where city folks had run to to escape the changing demographics. It was the whole, "Well you can't go to Yankee Stadium, it's in the SOUTH BRONX!!!" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, of course, as they became successful again (remember, they won no pennants between '64 (when I was 7) and '76 (when I was nineteen and in my senior year at Columbia) the Yankees had become a strange amalgam of NY high class and distinct urban funk while the Mets had remained, well, the Mets. The former, for many reasons was more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dodgers played their last game in Brooklyn right about the time I turned nine months old, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so my only connection to them was that the greed of O'Malley had stolen what should have been a significant part of my youth -- and the soul of the place of my birth. Strangely, as I cried my way through the '63 World Series sweep, the old relatives would say, "What's wrong....the home team's winning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a quick note - both of my uncles on my mother's side, Brooklyn boys both, were Giants fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In early days I was a Jets fan; I liked the "upstart" nature of the AFL. Once they lost that and became more part of the Mets kind of universe, I went to the Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing about it, though, is that the beauty of being a sports fan is rather like the beauty of playing the game -- it's the most important thing in the world and utterly meaningless at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but despite the fact that intellectually I know well what George Steinbrenner and now, his sons represent, the NY and the pinstripes just brings me back to first seeing them on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the old black and white and then on the hallowed departed grounds (7/28/62) in full flesh and color against what seemed like more green than I'd ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these times of performance enhancing drugs, billion dollar franchises and centimillionaire ballplayers can I justify it? Of course not. Fortunately, I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sit back and share the same thing with my boys that my father shared with me...times at the ballpark watching some improbable occurrence or another, great performance or unimaginable blunder, times in front of televisions or by the radio either cheering for or yelling at men who can't hear you trying to do their jobs, playing a game at a level I never could -- at least if you exclude my dreams, day- or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that sum it up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-3806237987452134888?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3806237987452134888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=3806237987452134888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3806237987452134888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3806237987452134888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/being-fan.html' title='Being a Fan'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-3036603609026575350</id><published>2009-02-06T22:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:25:15.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposite behavior</title><content type='html'>I realized something. The right way for government to act in terms of spending is simple: Just do the opposite of what would be prudent for individuals! When things are good, rein it in, cut it back. When things are not so good, go to town!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some people will never get it. You know, the "a government should be run like a business" types. There's another name for them. But I won't use it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shhhhh. It starts with an "R".....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-3036603609026575350?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3036603609026575350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=3036603609026575350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3036603609026575350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3036603609026575350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/opposite-behavior.html' title='Opposite behavior'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-1165532384216975826</id><published>2008-11-29T14:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:33:38.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phrase of the Day</title><content type='html'>Today's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Phrase of the Day&lt;/span&gt; refers to those folks who see the bogeyman of "class warfare" whenever anyone dares to bring up the maldistribution of wealth in our society, the ones that willfully ignore the fact that much of the economic progress we made as a society in the decades after WWII has been lost, the ones who believe that human toil is nothing but a commodity to be used and abused as those who take (typically false) risks see fit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the spirit of Safire and Agnew, I offer today's entry:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beware the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Enemies of Economic Equity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-1165532384216975826?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/1165532384216975826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=1165532384216975826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/1165532384216975826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/1165532384216975826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/phrase-of-day.html' title='Phrase of the Day'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-8171663958409128579</id><published>2008-11-05T16:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:08:45.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole World is Watching....</title><content type='html'>A little over forty years ago, the whole world was watching the events taking place in a park in Chicago. I know I was. And it profoundly changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, the the whole world was also watching the events taking place in park in Chicago. The difference is that this time they were smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, too. And with any luck it will change all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-8171663958409128579?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/8171663958409128579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=8171663958409128579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/8171663958409128579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/8171663958409128579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/whole-world-is-watching.html' title='The Whole World is Watching....'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-3506835650721081744</id><published>2008-10-04T11:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:52:34.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombings, History, McCain, Ayres and all that...</title><content type='html'>from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New York Times, October 3, 2008&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In a televised interview last spring, Senator &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/m/john_mccain/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about John McCain."&gt;John McCain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, Mr. Obama’s Republican rival, asked, 'How can you countenance someone who was engaged in bombings that could have or did kill innocent people?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Of course, at the time he was referring to William Ayres, a founder of the Weather Underground nearly forty years ago, now a long time Professor of Education at the University of Illinois, Chicago.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hmmm. Let's see. "Someone who was engaged in bombings that could have or did kill innocent people." Does Bill Ayres fit that profile? Yes. Undoubtedly. Though exactly which bombings he actually participated in is something known only by Professor Ayres himself and likely a handful of others, the likelihood that he was involved in bombings that had the possibility of killing innocents is at least reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, though, the exact same phrase describes one of the candidates for president as well. After all, what exactly was John McCain doing in the summer of 1967? Say what you will about the intentions of the war in Vietnam, the Cold War and everything else; looking at it through the lens of history is not my intention here. Still, given his commentary, there's an obvious question: What, after all, is the likelihood that, in his twenty three bombing missions over North Vietnam, no innocent was killed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-3506835650721081744?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3506835650721081744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=3506835650721081744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3506835650721081744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3506835650721081744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/10/bombings-history-mccain-ayres-and-all.html' title='Bombings, History, McCain, Ayres and all that...'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-3225332519063706456</id><published>2008-09-29T11:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:50:07.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have they done with John McCain?</title><content type='html'>Back in the day, though it was clear that he "played for the wrong team," John McCain at least seemed to have a basic integrity. Yes, he was always clearly a Reaganite (not even remotely a compliment in my book), but he was also more than willing to buck the Republican base orthodoxy when conditions required it. In the 2000 primary campaign he was viciously pilloried for that lack of orthodoxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened. He decided that, as an old man, he wanted to add "POTUS" to his resume. And the only way to do that in the world of the GOP was to kiss the rings of those who comprise the darkest of the dark side. And kiss he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In watching a campaign appearance just now, there he was, spewing lies and half-truths, giving a speech that seemed to come directly from the Rovian playbook (page 27, I believe). When in doubt, as the playbook goes, go directly to the fear card. Truth is secondary. Say it often, say it loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In referring to Barack Obama, the following tidbits (all paraphrased):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's naive. He doesn't understand the world stage!" (As if the &lt;i&gt;realpolitik&lt;/i&gt;/neocon bunch have been so amazingly successful.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's going to raise your taxes!" (Well, yes, if your income is over $250,000 -- in other words, if you're among those who have benefitted most from the gutting of the middle class during the current administration -- you're going to pay more to assist in getting our national finances back in order. Since this was not a fund raising gathering of what President Bush used to refer to as "his base", I suspect a suitably small percentage of those present fall into that category.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the "man behind the curtain" to whom we are to pay no attention, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-3225332519063706456?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3225332519063706456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=3225332519063706456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3225332519063706456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3225332519063706456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-have-they-done-with-john-mccain.html' title='What have they done with John McCain?'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-4532231954194516576</id><published>2008-09-15T10:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T11:15:54.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin McCain lies'/><title type='text'>Vapidity Rules</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Sarah Palin doing a stump speech in Golden, Colorado -- and the vapidity is absolutely stunning.  There she goes, talking about the current financial turmoil -- and railing against the effects of all the financial deregulation that has been the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantra&lt;/span&gt; of Republicans for decades now. Of course, after mentioning that, she spent an equal amount of time celebrating sports figures who ply their trade in Colorado who have Alaska roots. At least.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing. Can &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; actually buy this nonsense? How long can the lies continue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be afraid. Be very afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-4532231954194516576?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/4532231954194516576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=4532231954194516576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4532231954194516576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/4532231954194516576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/vapidity-rules.html' title='Vapidity Rules'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-2410284555874959698</id><published>2008-09-08T11:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:41:33.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palin McCain lies'/><title type='text'>War is Peace. Slavery is Freedom. And more....</title><content type='html'>In my several decades of following the political scene (I got an early start on that one) I have never been moved to rage quite as quickly as has been the case over the last week or so. And I mean &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rage&lt;/span&gt; -- unbridled, vocabulary limiting, screaming &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rage&lt;/span&gt;. The abject lies and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mischaracterizations&lt;/span&gt; that have been flowing from the newly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anointed&lt;/span&gt; St. Paul duo have been just astounding. "Change!" they bellow. "Change!" What kind of change are they proposing? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have an economy that's rapidly declining. Why? How could this possibly be the case when we continue to hear stories of how the productivity of the American worker keeps rising? Wouldn't that "rising tide raise all boats," as the three decade Republican mantra says? Well, no. Think of what "productivity" really means. It means that goods and services are delivered with less labor cost. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;. "Less labor cost." In other words, people are getting paid less to do more. the increased number of overall dollars are being funnelled to fewer and fewer pockets. And we wonder why "the consumer" is tapped out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, at the same time, we've experienced a time when &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; the kinds of monies that are flowing into the fewer pockets are taxed at a lower rate than regular income. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have they said word one about how they're going to change that? Well, no. Of course not. That's exactly the kind of thing they believe in. There will be much talk about "earmarks", with easy candidates like basic science ("three million dollars for studying the DNA of bears.....") -- and making the assumption that all earmarks are things like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more point: In a speech by Gov. Palin, she says something along the lines of: "Our opponents say they will fight for you. Well, of the four of us, only &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; has truly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt; for the American people...." alluding to Sen. McCain's military record. Fine. We respect his service. But "fought for me"? Dropping bombs from great height, many of which fell on innocents? All in the name of fighting a nationalist movement halfway around the world? No. I'm not buying that one either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-2410284555874959698?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/2410284555874959698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=2410284555874959698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/2410284555874959698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/2410284555874959698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/09/war-is-peace-slavery-is-freedom-and.html' title='War is Peace. Slavery is Freedom. And more....'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-9072269060451962848</id><published>2008-06-18T16:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T16:46:38.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoops Celtics NBA Brooklyn Boston'/><title type='text'>Celtics Win!!!</title><content type='html'>I am not a Celtics fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day, when I was growing up, you were either a Russell fan or a Wilt fan. I was a Wilt fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the 'eighties, you were either a Bird fan or a Magic fan. I was a Magic fan. Besides, outside of his wonderfully arrogant artistry on the court, every time I see that white "33" on a green tank top, I think of the white guy in "Do the Right Thing" saying "I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;born&lt;/span&gt; in Brooklyn!" (I was, too, by the way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that embrace between Kevin Garnett and the aforementioned Bill Russell (who won his first championship &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;51&lt;/span&gt; years ago) -- well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was good stuff!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, however, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt; to not be a Celtics fan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-9072269060451962848?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/9072269060451962848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=9072269060451962848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/9072269060451962848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/9072269060451962848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/celtics-win.html' title='Celtics Win!!!'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-594900485237212652</id><published>2008-06-11T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:33:51.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the horse!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a theory about the Belmont Stakes last Saturday. Sad to say, I have to make the assumption that some kind of chicanery was going on. Yup, it was crooked. The race was thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither the ownership, the trainer nor the jockey was involved. Nor was any other human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have to say it. Big Brown threw the race all by himself. Faced with the prospect of making a lousy quarter on every dollar he bet, he tanked. Gave it up. Took a dive. Basically, he bet the field and made a mint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another reason; had he won the race, he would have hit a track just once more, at the Breeders' Cup in the fall. Now he gets one additional start, in Saratoga later this summer. After all, once his racing career is over what does he have to look forward to at the tender age of three? An endless supply of high strung athletic fillies? What's the fun in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: No research was done in preparation for his post.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-594900485237212652?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/594900485237212652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=594900485237212652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/594900485237212652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/594900485237212652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-horse.html' title='It was the horse!!!!'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-6338042021497475858</id><published>2008-06-10T16:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:35:59.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election McCain'/><title type='text'>Fish and fowl and....</title><content type='html'>Can it be done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can John McCain be fish and fowl and beef and tofu and whatever other protein food group you might care to mention? Can he be a "maverick" and adhere to what has become the standard Republican &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mantra&lt;/span&gt; all at the same time? Can he simultaneously satisfy the religious hard right and the swing voters? Will perceived "national security" issues trump choice? Can a traditional Republican "spend less" (and tax rich folks less) approach fly in a time when rising prices and the lack of the old-time union "wage floor" will be putting a serious squeeze on the largest swath of the American public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-6338042021497475858?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6338042021497475858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=6338042021497475858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/6338042021497475858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/6338042021497475858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/06/fish-and-fowl-and.html' title='Fish and fowl and....'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-3696210583847882943</id><published>2008-01-09T08:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:34:11.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can't vote for the brother?" "No, gotta vote for the sister!"</title><content type='html'>Much has been made about the fact that the late poll numbers -- both the independent polls and those conducted by the campaigns themselves -- were way off the mark on the Democratic side of yesterday's New Hampshire primary. The answer, it seems, is really quite simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the Bradley effect. It was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; a case of primary voters walking into the voting booth, closing that curtain and saying to themselves, "Here in the booth, alone with my thoughts, I cannot pull the lever/mark the box/whatever for the black man." [note: This is in contrast to the more public forum of the Iowa caucuses.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was not a case of "can't vote for the brother." What it was, on the other hand, was a case of women going into the booth and thinking: "Gotta vote for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;!!!" Simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it: I've become an Obama supporter. Not a hugely strong one, but that's the button I would push were the Texas primary to be held today. I like his resume (community organizer, president of Harvard Law Review). I like the break with the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically though, from a policy perspective, the differences are not huge. And, given the history, I can certainly understand the late Hillary vote. [It's not anything like voting for "one of your own" who's clearly a member of the "other side" -- the prospective "Condi effect" as it were.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early -- and the beat goes on. As John Edwards said: "Two states down, forty-eight to go!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-3696210583847882943?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/3696210583847882943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=3696210583847882943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3696210583847882943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/3696210583847882943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-vote-for-brother-no-gotta-vote-for.html' title='&quot;Can&apos;t vote for the brother?&quot; &quot;No, gotta vote for the sister!&quot;'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-6067757525637143317</id><published>2007-12-28T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:16:12.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearance Time!!!</title><content type='html'>For some strange reason, I get all the "offer" emails that NewsMax sends out. [I suspect at some point I signed up for one of their somewhat interesting financial newsletters -- from the "Gold bug" subsidiary].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're having a big clearance on various items; it's an end of year thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most startling thing I saw, however, was the "George W. Bush Mug" -- a list price of $14.95...and a clearance price of....wait for it... $.99!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Tells ya something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-6067757525637143317?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/6067757525637143317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=6067757525637143317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/6067757525637143317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/6067757525637143317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2007/12/clearance-time.html' title='Clearance Time!!!'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-114030707124426711</id><published>2006-02-18T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:42:34.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Synchronicity</title><content type='html'>I've always been fascinated by combinations of events that are totally unrelated, yet share a bit of a common theme. Today I had just such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon time, I was sitting in my living room with CSPAN-2 on the television and my nearly ten month old doing his Robo-baby act on the floor. Two unrelated events, right? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CSPAN-2 piece (it's Saturday, so it's BookTV) was a rather predictable Cato author with the rather predictable complaint about dastardly federal regulation of business. As is usually the case these days, the regulation that was drawing the ire of the author and his syncophants was Sarbanes-Oxley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all this was going on, Robo-baby was busy trying to stuff a little board book into the microwave of the little toy kitchen in the corner of the room -- with limited success. Finally, with virtually no fanfare, he gave up and moved on to the next little bit of discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it: A baby boy trying to cook the books, failing and moving on and an august group of principled businessmen complaining that regulations were not allowing them to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-114030707124426711?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/114030707124426711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=114030707124426711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/114030707124426711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/114030707124426711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2006/02/odd-synchronicity.html' title='Odd Synchronicity'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-112387528371426419</id><published>2005-08-12T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:34:43.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big guy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3193/605/1600/2005-05-21-crop-best-smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3193/605/320/2005-05-21-crop-best-smaller.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the big guy. A remarkable, thoughtful kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an example, the other day, while we were eating dinner he asked, "How far away is Saturn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Oh, I don't remember exactly, but I think it's about seven hundred million miles." (Actually, it's closer to nine hundred million, but I digress.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That has eight zeroes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you just have to sit back and smile. And not get too teary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-112387528371426419?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/112387528371426419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=112387528371426419' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/112387528371426419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/112387528371426419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2005/08/big-guy.html' title='The big guy!'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-112330643785169006</id><published>2005-08-05T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T14:17:17.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Reality</title><content type='html'>Your humble correspondent... (ahem;  let's start again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a long time -- and it was a great run while it lasted -- but, finally, it's time for me to put whatever skills and talents I have to work. And when I say `work', I mean something for which I will be remunerated sufficiently to keep this ship afloat.  Toward that end, as of late I've been involved with all manner of networking, figuring it may be one of my best chances to see if anyone's buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I took a country drive (well, more or less once you get off the Interstate) to Dripping Springs, attending the "&lt;a href="http://www.wizardacademy.com/"&gt;Wizard Academy&lt;/a&gt;" free seminar. I'm not fully sure why I went, marketing  and advertising being as far from both my experience and inclination as you could imagine, but someone I'd met along the way recommended it. Besides, it came with freebies and lunch (and nothing that resembled a sales pitch) -- so I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and it was intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relating neurophysiology, demographics and sociology with a little bit of (tastefully done, though a little off-putting) scripture, Roy H. Williams does his schtick. And it's great schtick. What's scarier, is that it recognizes what the small retailer knew for years, when that scale of business for general merchandise (i.e. the stuff you can get at any mall) was still feasible. You take good care of your good customers, the ones who buy regularly -- and often buy something extra -- and don't give you trouble. The ones who say, "I can get it a buck cheaper at such-and-such's a mere bus ride away", well, you're not terribly sad when they go. And then he goes on to give a `brain geography' lesson in explaining why radio -- or specifically sound -- is, in general, the most effective way to make the greatest possible impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He runs this Wizard Academy, a school for marketing and communications, in a facility carved (and being carved) out of a sloped piece of land in Dripping Springs, Texas. I'm not sure what any of this means yet, but maybe I'm half a step closer to my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-112330643785169006?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/112330643785169006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=112330643785169006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/112330643785169006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/112330643785169006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2005/08/finding-reality.html' title='Finding Reality'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-112309309951435992</id><published>2005-08-03T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:34:26.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fears for the Future</title><content type='html'>Austin, Texas -- 08/03/2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world today has me uneasy. I particularly fear for my two sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I fear terrorism? Well, not particularly. I've always been an adherent to the "small, finite chance" theory, i.e. there's always a small, finite chance of the most horrific possible thing happening. So I fear terrorism the same way I fear things like meteorites, pieces of forgotten communication satellites, lightning strikes -- all the, erm, stuff that, well, happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the events of September 11th, 2001, I've likened the battle against terror to the battle against roaches in an old New York City apartment (or my house in Austin, for that matter). Taking a certain series of simple actions -- whether it's taking the garbage out or actually washing the dishes that have accumulated in the sink -- will take care of most of the problem. Sealing possible entry ways will help further. Sure, there'll be the occasional scurrying exoskeleton, the occasional surprise, but significantly fewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem comes in when you try to completely eliminate them, kill every last roach in the place and never see another. There's only one way to do that: Poison. Lots of poison. Enough poison to get into every crevice, every crack. Enough poison to kill every roach as soon as it hatches, no matter how well hidden or protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the problem with this kind of regimen is that not only does it alter the behavior of the creatures you're trying to protect, i.e. the humans, but the effect upon the environment boomerangs as well. Roaches are both hardy and unconcerned with the plight of the individual. If a million die, there are a million more, just lurking deep within the walls. Eventually, if, indeed, the total elimination of the pests is the goal, it becomes necessary to make their world -- and the world of the humans with which they share space -- pretty toxic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 11th, approximately three thousand perished. An act of terror, to be sure. A tragedy of unimagined proportions. An event that some say has changed things forever. In the same year, however, how many died on the nation's highways? Could we eliminate all of those potential deaths? Probably not. Could we reduce them to a mere handful? Well, sure -- all you'd have to do is reduce the speed limit on the roads to, say, ten miles per hour. That would pretty much do it. Well, why wouldn't we do such a thing? I think the answer is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to terrorism though, my fear is that the equivalent approach may take hold, piece by piece. While more -- and better -- intelligence gathering would be a good thing, where does it stop? A little more surveillance? Sure. But how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of 2001, I picked my wife up at the airport; it was the first time I'd been in such a facility since the 9/11 attacks. No longer could you get near a gate to greet a loved one. And there, at the top of the escalator, was some crew cut kid, decked out in the finest the DoD can muster, with a watchful eye and a gun that could certainly have wreaked more than a little havoc. And my first reaction was, sadly, "They've won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have not, however, become that drastic -- with the moderation of time passing. Well, not yet, anyway. Recent events in London -- in effect, another `It CAN happen here' moment -- have begun the institution of an increasingly intrusive security regime. Random searches on the New York City subway system is but one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two forms of security, the immediately obvious and the inherently covert. The former only works when it's visible; think the `cop on the beat'. The latter only works when it's invisible; the undercover cop who's visible isn't undercover at all -- and thereby fundamentally useless. When you get to the in between state, the idea that at any moment you could be being watched, things get a little bit uncomfortable. Despite assurances that it's only the `bad guys' who need to worry about it, the echoes of `If you have nothing to hide...' are hard to ignore. Once the infrastructure is in place, the kinds of things being looked for can begin to shift, imperceptibly at first, but shift nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that shift occurs, the natural thing is to look out for anything that threatens the status quo. Defending the status quo becomes paramount. And, given just how good we've gotten at looking -- with the advent of ever more effective technologies -- the status quo will be defended. Change will be supressed. Ultimately, virtually all of us are the poorer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if J. Edgar Hoover had modern surveillance techniques at his disposal. Consider the effect it sould have had on, say, the civil rights movement of the early sixties. Consider the effect it would have had upon any engine of social change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding `bad guys' is hard. They are typically well disciplined and specifically aware of both the people looking out for them and the techniques likely to be used. This makes the rest of us, those without any directly destructive intent, the low hanging fruit. And, after all, if the security regime doesn't find someone it considers to be `dangerous' once in a while, it can't sustain itself. Ultimately, freedom for most suffers more than the (relatively) few with true bad intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I fear? It's obvious. I fear the coming police state. Just like the frog in the pot of water that's slowly heating up, the changing conditions are easy to ignore -- at least until you're cooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-112309309951435992?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/112309309951435992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=112309309951435992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/112309309951435992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/112309309951435992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2005/08/fears-for-future.html' title='Fears for the Future'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-110343058247807698</id><published>2004-12-20T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T16:08:43.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gesture of Assent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Austin, Texas 12/20/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our culture -- in most cultures -- we have numerous ways to wordlessly express our displeasure at the actions of another. Whether it be the one finger salute, the knife hand in the crook of the opposite arm or the forward stroke of the fingers along the bottom of the chin (or countless others) the gestures are unambiguous and well understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, sometimes people are civil; the oft-maligned `random acts of kindness' are more common than we sometimes think (or perhaps we've heard the whole `it's all going to hell in a handbasket' argument so often we just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assume&lt;/span&gt; that they're rare). As an example, my family and I was merging into a local expressway during afternoon rush hour and a BMW -- yes a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beamer&lt;/span&gt; -- moved over a lane to let us in. This was quite appreciated; unfortunately there is no single gesture of thanks in response that would be unambiguously understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A peace sign? No, some people might read it wrong. A simple `thumbs up'? No, not 'round these parts (it could be interpreted as `Gig 'em Aggies' so it wouldn't work here; in some places the interpretation would be even more challenging). A simple wave? Perhaps, but not sufficiently unambiguous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we had a way of expressing, "Gee, thanks. Your simple kindness is appreciated," we'd treat each other better. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-110343058247807698?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/110343058247807698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=110343058247807698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/110343058247807698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/110343058247807698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/12/gesture-of-assent.html' title='A Gesture of Assent'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-110221844542203937</id><published>2004-12-05T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:26:42.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning Has Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Austin, Texas 12/4/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jewish tradition there are two primary levels of mourning for a deceased member of one's immediate family. The first, lasting for seven days after the funeral is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt;, during which the mourner retreats from day to day life and is cared for by friends and other family members. The second, lasting until thirty days have passed is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shloshim&lt;/span&gt;, when the mourner begins the process of getting back to normal responsibilities but avoids things like wearing new clothes or atending social gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so has it been since the recent presidential election. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shiva&lt;/span&gt; period was -- as is always the case -- difficult and disorienting; months of hope, culminating in borderline euphoria as the initial exit poll results began to leak, had crashed down in the matter of a couple of hours as we watched helplessly. The future had suddenly become too bleak to contemplate. How could it be? How could it have happened? Had someone failed to speak the right incantations? We'd all (well, almost all) agreed to put specific concerns aside; there'd be plenty of time to deal with that later, after the moving vans had departed Washington for Crawford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was no time for thinking clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shloshim&lt;/span&gt; -- as expected -- was characterized by a more sober evaluation of what had transpired, as well as a more sober evaluation of what we might expect in the near future. The thinking was clearer, if not yet entirely clear. Recriminations, respectfully held back in the first days, were voiced. Major players blamed or were blamed, mostly both. Tactics that had been regarded as positives were considered to be negatives and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vice versa. &lt;/span&gt;But the time for useful reflection had not yet arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, finally, it has. And, as mourning has indeed broken -- and none too soon, I might add -- it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; time for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;useful&lt;/span&gt; reflection. Bury the recriminations in a little box. Hide the blame under the stairs. If it's about strategy or tactics, shred it. There's time for all that; it's just that that time is not now. As the great lurch toward the incumbent's second term continues, slowly but surely the mask will begin to come off. Political debts will be repaid. And the creditors will be quite clear about the kind of currency they will accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reflexive response will be to rail against these creditors. Again, now is not the time. These debts &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be repaid. There's nothing that can be done about it. And the current reaction to it does not matter either. What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; matter is what happens in twenty three months. Without the specter of (artificial) gains generated by further partisan gerrymandering, the next series of congressional elections will presage the state of politics in America for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward that end -- and at this particular time -- there are only three things that matter: Message, message and message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though there are two competing basic worldviews that dominate the current political landscape, the nearly down-the-middle split that could be inferred from the recent vote counts is an illusion. The fact is, we're winning. A large majority wants to be left alone in their personal lives while protected from the raw power of the few. It is only through the great skill -- all right, make that great &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;political&lt;/span&gt; skill; this game &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; called politics, after all -- of the other side in terms of crafting its message and image (though not in that order) that it's even a contest. Well, that and the fact that we tend to have an unfortunate habit of playing nice -- as well as a general inability to do a terribly good job at playing nasty (when it seems to be indicated). That can be overcome, but only by directing the major effort at message, as opposed to tactics or strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why hasn't that been done up to now? Because it's hard, particularly because the things we stand for do not easily admit to seven word phrases screamed at the top of one's lungs. Subtlety is a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is that message? Ah, if only I knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I shall hope to make some progress toward defining it in this space as time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-110221844542203937?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/110221844542203937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=110221844542203937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/110221844542203937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/110221844542203937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/12/mourning-has-broken.html' title='Mourning Has Broken'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-109946196905084157</id><published>2004-11-03T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:30:04.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Values</title><content type='html'>Here it is, nearly midnight, and it's looking like the whole shebang may be over before long. Florida has been decided. Ohio remains in doubt, but barely. Iowa, Minnesota, Michigan? Too close to call. No one wants to call the national race just yet, but the general discussion has begun the drift from "what's happening" to "what happened." And the word that keeps coming up is "values."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are these "values" of which they speak? What "values" are being deemed to be making the difference on this long election night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MSNBC just called Ohio and Alaska for Bush. For the moment, I can't continue writing. I'll revisit this when the dust has settled -- or begins to fly in earnest.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well, the dust has now settled -- and won't fly. Kerry has conceded, the senate races are decided (55-44-1) and now we move on. I'll revisit this post down the road a piece.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-109946196905084157?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/109946196905084157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=109946196905084157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109946196905084157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109946196905084157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/11/values.html' title='Values'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-109945004009620018</id><published>2004-11-02T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:47:20.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8:45 PM CST</title><content type='html'>Well, it's now 8:45pm C.S.T. and WSDKAFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, did you figure out the acronym yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida. Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida. Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida. Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the upper Midwest will tell us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; we didn't know months ago. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-109945004009620018?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/109945004009620018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=109945004009620018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109945004009620018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109945004009620018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/11/845-pm-cst.html' title='8:45 PM CST'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-109944595542992961</id><published>2004-11-02T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T19:39:15.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7:30 PM CST</title><content type='html'>Here we are, 7:30pm C.S.T. -- and we don't know much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Virginia too close to call&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;North Carolina finally called for Bush -- but it took a while&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Big exit poll numbers for Kerry from the under-30s&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;South Carolina Senate seat still up in the air.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; Negatives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oklahoma Senate seat -- Coburn is a terrible candidate, but Oklahoma is a tough nut to crack.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pennsylvania still too close to call.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And, of course, it all comes down to Ohio, Pennsylvania, Florida -- just like we figured &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching these things since '64 (all right, I wasn't eight yet -- but pretty savvy) and I still find it among the most amazing experiences. Hang on, it's going to be a bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-109944595542992961?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/109944595542992961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=109944595542992961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109944595542992961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109944595542992961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/11/730-pm-cst.html' title='7:30 PM CST'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-109856946844129254</id><published>2004-10-29T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:02:23.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Board of Directors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Austin, Texas 10/24/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the federal government is a corporation with the President as its CEO (a flawed, but sometimes useful metaphor), the Supreme Court is its Board of Directors. They sit on the sidelines, out of the fray, but exert their collective will on the most important questions and disputes -- or at least the ones they consider to be most important. And, barring some sort of overt criminal behavior, they're there until retirement or death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, from a political standpoint, they can be the gift that keeps on giving; the lagging indicator of worldview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to be from my side of the political divide, that `lagging' served us well for several decades; the lagging culture was one that respected the public space. But now what happens if a second Bush administration ensues? Well, given their ideological outlook (for the President to say `no litmus test' would be rather like stating `no height requirement' when the field from which you draw is made up solely of NBA forwards) and the history of court appointments made by Republican administrations in the latter half of the twentieth century (Warren, Brennan, Stevens, Souter), you can be sure that whoever is nominated will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; well vetted, scoured for any presence of "incorrect" thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings up a different point -- and a confession. For years now, since the Nixon administration, the right has made much noise about wanting "strict constructionists" who won't "legislate from the bench". Ah, that elusive "strict interpretation of the law". The left has denied the charge. Well, here's the confession. They do. They &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; do. Left or right -- it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why it's so important. The Supreme Court justices appointed over the next presidential term (likely three, but only time will tell) are likely to be shaping American law at a time when my grandchildren are capable of following the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way, I have one child, a son. He's not quite two and a half.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-109856946844129254?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/109856946844129254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=109856946844129254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109856946844129254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109856946844129254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/10/board-of-directors.html' title='Board of Directors'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-109902203862023228</id><published>2004-10-28T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:24:00.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strict Interpreter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Austin, Texas 10/28/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The campaign is almost over and the great ad blitz is in full swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not talking about the presidential race; I'm not even talking about the various legislative races that are going on, filled with claim, counterclaim and hyperbole as they are (putting the most virulent of the national ads to shame, by the way). I'm talking about judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Texas, judges are elected. Most seats are not particularly contested (as I said, this is Texas), but the rhetoric still flies. And time after time, what you hear sounds something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He shares our values. He'll be tough on crime. He'll strictly interpret the laws, not legislate from the bench."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say in the land of my birth, "Gimme a break!" Judges, of whatever stripe, legislate from the bench all the time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the time. &lt;/span&gt;It's what they do. Left or right -- it doesn't matter. And, seriously, there's nothing wrong with that. It's the very reason &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; we even bother to subject judges to the political process (whether it be by election, legislative confirmation or any other method). Otherwise, we'd just have some faceless technocrat -- a legal engineer, as it were -- making these decisions. We don't; it's obviously too important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's high time we 'fess up on this, from both sides, at the very least in the name of honesty.  (We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; want honest judges, don't we? Oh wait, don't answer that). Wouldn't it be nice to hear something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When he's elected he'll make sure that every possible step will be taken to imprison people who you, the voting public, find scary&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no matter what the demonstrable facts are. He treasures the values of the common people -- who can tell who's guilty just by lookin' at 'em. He'll make sure to make things right for people like us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same message -- we've just broken the code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's cut out this "strict interpretation" stuff, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-109902203862023228?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/109902203862023228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=109902203862023228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109902203862023228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109902203862023228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/10/strict-interpreter.html' title='Strict Interpreter'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847975.post-109855135069363787</id><published>2004-10-22T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T13:27:00.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Days Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Austin, Texas 10/22/2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are. Eleven days left until the election. And the polls are as clear as mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great Lawrence Peter Berra said, "In baseball, you don't know nothin'." And so it is in this year's presidential race. Well, that's not entirely accurate. There are a few things we know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;George W. Bush will get at least 40% of the national vote. Even the proverbial dead girl or live boy wouldn't get him much below 35%.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;John Kerry will get at least 40% of the vote, similarly.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;George W. Bush will win with huge majorities in several states.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;John Kerry will win with huge majorities in several states.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;In some states, the error rate inherent in whatever particular voting system they use will exceed the margin of victory.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;No matter who has won by November 3rd -- if anyone -- a significant plurality of the American public will be angry. Really angry.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; In fact, we probably know about as much about the outcome of the election as we know about what the weather will be like -- right there where you live -- on November 2nd. And, given the nature of this particular election, the two may be inextricably intertwined. If there's one thing that most people seem to agree upon this year, it's that turnout will be crucial. And it's not only turnout, but exactly who turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will many who had previously not voted (therefore not showing up as "likely voters" in most polls) turn out? If so, which ones? Traditionalist evangelicals? The "Sex in the City" vote? The slacker vote? The inner city vote (particularly in swing states)? Does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; know? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can&lt;/span&gt; anyone know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even among the "likely voter" category, turnout is crucial. Whose kids will be sick? Whose car won't start? Whose bus will be late? Who will have an argument with a spouse/significant other? Who will get stuck in traffic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the weather. If there are storms will they hit Miami or Pensacola? Cincinatti or Toledo? Madison or Eau Claire? It may well come down to the weather map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two disparate groups are making forecasts concerning November 2nd. One of them, the meteorologists, make no particular claim concerning their accuracy -- eleven days out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8847975-109855135069363787?l=goldsays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/feeds/109855135069363787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8847975&amp;postID=109855135069363787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109855135069363787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8847975/posts/default/109855135069363787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goldsays.blogspot.com/2004/10/11-days-out.html' title='11 Days Out'/><author><name>Artie Gold</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14766383971406294271</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_p4AistF8_ZQ/SHIoq6XTyMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fjzwYri92Hg/S220/Picture+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
