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The Campaign Daisy Chain Election Complex

Dwight D Eisenhower finished his Presidential run in the early days of 1961. A military hero, he is consistently ranked among the top 10 Presidents of the United States by people with more research ability than me.

On the eve of his leaving Presidential office, he dropped a bomb on America. Though he spent a good swath of his adult life in the military, his military-industrial complex speech is among his greatest, his most poignant, because it likely cost him dearly to give it. You can read the complete transcript here.

I’m not writing a post today about the Military-Industrial Complex. We Americans have lost that war. Our generation’s rising specter is the Campaign-Daisy Chain Complex, thanks in part to the rulings surrounding Citizens United (AKA Corporations are people.)

As of this writing, OpenSecrets.org reports that the amount of money spent on this election cycle is $5.8 billion for the 2012 Presidential and Congressional elections, $2.5 billion for the Presidential election alone. Close to $800 million on paid television advertisements in key battleground states, almost all of them negative, according to the Washington Post. Spending per voter has jumped from $18 per in 2000 to $42 per in 2012.

Every decision we as Americans make about what is an important expenditure is a decision not to spend money elsewhere. Let me say that again: EVERY DECISION WE AS AMERICANS MAKE ABOUT AN IMPORTANT EXPENDITURE IS A DECISION NOT TO SPEND MONEY ELSEWHERE.

What could almost $6 billion have given us, if we inserted it into President Eisenhower’s speech?

  • The need to maintain balance in and among national programs – Which programs could have benefited from a $6 billion influx in revenue, not to mention the actual attention of our elected representatives?
  • Balance between the private and the public economy – How did the public economy benefit from this expenditure of $6 billion, other than by giving power to a certain few?
  • Balance between cost and hoped for advantage – What advantage did we as average American citizens gain by watching $6 billion be funneled into election campaigns, when few of us could give enough money to expect a return on our investment?
  • Balance between the clearly necessary and the comfortably desirable – What clearly necessary programs could have been funded with this $6 billion? Right now? Already?
  • Balance between our essential requirements as a nation and the duties imposed by the nation upon the individual – How much more will each individual citizen pay in taxes because of the expenditure of this $6 billion by shadowy entities that pay little-to-no tax?
  • Balance between actions of the moment and the national welfare of the future – How did the expenditure of $6 billion on collective campaigns benefit the welfare of the future?

In the Campaign Daisy Complex, the expectation is that every dollar dropped on a candidate will be repaid as legislative largesse for a lobbyist or a leveraged interest, thus begetting more campaign cash, in a cycle as insidiously patriotic as the menace that Eisenhower identified.

However this election turns out, I leave you with some final words from President Eisenhower’s speech. They are worth noting, given what we as Americans have allowed to permeate our political process.

“Good judgment seeks balance and progress; lack of it eventually finds imbalance and frustration.”

Corpse Reviver No. 2

August. A Saturday. It is 6am. Or thereabouts. I sowed my story, fought for my side. Even wrote some of the words that ended up in the newspapers. In the aftermath, I fled.

Adventure. Its prospect has always been my nourishment. The thing that made me something more than a hollow man. Adventure pours into that void. Fills it, until it overflows.

And so, I sit here. On this bluff, at sunrise. Overlooking dual runs of water. Joined, like two bodies doing the business. I seek the thrill, that sweet adrenaline that sets my mind aright. In the pink light on my face. In the sound of the river. In the music of birds and the rustling of leaves.

Those things don’t take me back to my pinnacle. My apex. Not today.

No.

They take me back to her.

How her legs pumped when she ran, screaming with laughter, along the bank of a creek. Her bare feet like aged leather. A face, unadorned, that made me quicken. She outran me. Every time. At the last second, she let me catch her. Fold her into my embrace. The nearest thing to love I ever knew.

So much like me. An adventurer, through and through. She took the best part of me with her when she died. And, I bide my time with corpse revivers. Trying to make sense of a life that shouldn’t be mine.

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Reader note:

A corpse reviver was a staple cocktail in the 1930′s. Recent mixology has revived such classics. Here’s a recipe, in case you want to give it a try. Combine all ingredients in a shaker with ice, except for lemon peel. Shake and strain into a martini glass. Garnish with lemon peel.

1 ounce gin
1 ounce cocchi americano
1 ounce fresh lemon juice
1 ounce Cointreau
Dash of absinthe
Shave of lemon peel

This post is part of the series Death Becomes Me. It is a series of fiction. If this is your first visit to the series, please click here to read the first installment, go here for the second, go here for the third,  click here for the fourth, go here for the fifth, click here for the sixth and go here for the seventh.

I Won’t Back Down

July. A Friday. I think it is Friday. Sometime between Thursday and Friday. The drink muddles time. Pathetic of me to admit that I’m drunk to my journal. Drunken fingers reveal too much from the depths of a mushy mind.

I’ve always been a leader. In spite of myself. Never sought it out, never asked for these damn appointments. These titles. These filthy little letters that say I’m someone to be reckoned with.

I try to live up to them. I do. Every time I leave the cocoon of this room. This haven where I hide.

I hate him for making me cower.

It happened again tonight. Debating some trivial matter. About ten of us, around a table. The air a film of smoke. Bottles empty. I made things plain. I intended to take the business of these people in one direction. One direction only. Proclaimed it as someone known to have led men. Saved lives. Faced fierceness dead in the eye. Squelched the urge to die.

Amidst the nodding heads, the persuaded looks, he spoke. A snarl from the back corner of the room. That course is doomed to fail, gentlemen. It’s not grounded. How can you listen to some dandy with stars in his eyes?

He launched a rhapsodic attack that lasted. Until an hour ago. I think. Questioning my management of everything – everything this confounded soul has worked so hard to fashion. Money. Decisions. Deals. Doing what’s best for the people I am charged to lead.

Who will believe he’s right about me?

I’m afraid he will destroy me before I finish, while the demon on my shoulder whispers Who are you kidding? You’re already finished.

It is his voice I hear. Even when I relax into the warm embrace of the drink. Like a little death. If it wipes away the gnawing murmur that he’s right. If it gives me the strength to wake up in the morning, take my story to the papers.

And fight.

This post is part of the series Death Becomes Me. It is a series of fiction. If this is your first visit to the series, please click here to read the first installment, go here for the second, go here for the third,  click here for the fourth, go here for the fifth and click here for the sixth.

It’s Political Poppycock

I was prepared to write a different post today. Mail delivery derailed me again. I opened my mailbox yesterday to find this inside:

Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen. It is a letter from one of my esteemed members of Congress, responding to my barrage of protests during the SOPA-and-PIPA Saga. I omit the name of this person who co-sponsored the PIPA legislation in the Senate. 

Oopsie.

I reproduce this person’s response below, with my commentary in red.

Dear Andra:
(Why are you using my first name? You’ve never met me. You had dinner with MTM once, but I didn’t attend.)

Thank you for contacting me regarding Internet privacy controls. As the Senate considers this issue, I will keep your comments in mind.
(What?  You readily admit YOU’RE STILL CONSIDERING IT? Even after 13 million people protested this legislation?)

I recognize your interest in maintaining the security and privacy of your personal computer. (Huh? PIPA sponsorship = you don’t care about my interests.) I believe in individual privacy rights, and I have supported legislation in the past that would create a “Do Not Spam” registry and enhance financial privacy. (Wow. A Do Not Spam registry. I’m bowled over. Would that work the same way the National Do Not Call Registry DOESN’T?) I was also proud to support the imposition of stricter limitations and penalties on the transmission of unsolicited commercial email. (Newsflash: Do you know how many unsolicited emails I still get in a day?)

My job as your United States Senator is to represent your interests. (That may be true 1. IF I have money, which I do not, and 2. IF I give a portion of my non-existent money to you via your PAC or designated Super PAC.) I can guarantee you I will give your thoughts and opinions the consideration they deserve. (Hello? No money to you = my interests deserve no attention.) Hearing directly from you about the problems facing our nation helps me better serve constituents like you, and the people of South Carolina as a whole. I hope you will always feel free to pick up the phone, write, or email about this, or any other issue, that comes before the Senate. (Why bother when I get responses like this one???)

If you are online, I would also encourage you to visit my website – REDACTED – as it will have information on the most recent activities before the Senate. While there you can also sign up for our e-mail newsletter, Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube pages which will provide the latest information, and my up-to-the-minute views on the major issues facing our nation. (Oh. My. God. You DID NOT just include an entire marketing spiel in this letter telling me how much you care about my interests, did you?)

Thank you again for taking time from your busy day to contact my office. I look forward to hearing from you again in the future and truly appreciate the opportunity to represent your interests in the United States Senate.

Sincerely,

REDACTED

Why Can’t We All Just Get Along?

Members of Rotary Friendship Exchange visit Rotarians in Northampton, England. June 2010.

People ask me all the time why I’m involved in a Rotary Club. Why, when there are so many other things vying for my time, do I devote hours per week to a boys’ club for tired old men?

I’m not going to wow readers with the litany of things Rotary does around the world. The list is too long. People don’t like to read. Things can quickly get overwhelming and bleed into other things.

My passion for Rotary is simple: Rotary promotes peace and goodwill among the nations of the world through service.

It took my involvement in Rotary to understand something fundamental about human beings.

We’re all the same.

Yep. That’s right. Regardless of what our divisive mainstream media would have us to believe, human beings, at our core, are identical. We need food and water. To survive, we require a form of shelter. Most of us wear basic clothing. However we protest, we all need love and crave the care of others. No matter our skin color, our beliefs about the hereafter, our ages, our accents, our backgrounds, our politics or our stations in life, we’re all in this together, working for the same shared necessities.

Thanks to Rotary, I manage to see the world that way *most* of the time. Embracing our common spirit made me curious of divergent points of view, and it forced me to see things through the eyes of others. It sucked me out of my comfort zone and compelled me to face my own prejudices. Rotary made me realize that giving shards of my time to another person is what transmogrifies rushing busyness into wholesome, unfettered peace, the fire that turns minutes into diamonds.

This year is going to be trying for many of us. It’s an election year in America. If you’re as sick as I am of opening your social media news feeds and reading lines-in-the-sand, division, blanket statements and rampant intolerance, try taking a portion of that time and flinging it into something like Rotary instead. Whether we can fix our country is still a question mark for me, but we can make an impact in the lives of others.

One investment at a time.

What do you do to better understand the people around you, Dear Reader?


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