Jimmy Carter, Where Are You?

One of Jimmy Carter's momentous decisions during his ill-fated Presidency was his decision to leave the Shah of Iran to his fate, and stand by while Khomeni and company transformed the country into an Islamic republic.

His reasoning was that the Shah was a despicable tyrant who violated human rights, thus we must wash our hands of him.

Now, thirty years and a few hundred thousand deaths later, we see an Iranian regime that seems bent on both crushing its own people and developing the means to terrorize the region with nuclear weapons.

Oh, Mr. President, champion of Human Rights and Free and Fair Elections in all corners of the earth, could you please explain your silence about the show trials of Iranian dissidents now underway?

(Silence, broken only by the chirp of the cicadas in the summer heat of the Georgia evenings...)

Mr. President???

(Silence, broken only by the chirp of the cicadas in the summer heat of the Georgia evenings...)

Interestinger and Interestinger...Congress Hears From The Voters

My, oh my, oh my. It is getting interesting out there...

It's obvious Congressman Bishop is severely out of touch with life, and his voters know that he knows that they know he's a fraud.

Our local congressman, John Tanner, lacks the bollocks to conduct one of these, inviting one and all to participate in a 'phone-in' town hall meeting, at the end of August.

Pelosi, Geithner, and Himself can claim it's all getting better.

Problem is, the voters know better.

It's Friday!

It's Friday, when we all settle in for the weekend, and the bank examiners swoop down on the next group of failed banks.

Calculated Risk features 'BFF', or 'Bank Failure Friday' weekly. We're at 69 and counting, with the readers participating in a game of 'how many and which ones'.

Dan Hannan Visits D.C.

Dan Hannan in fine form!

Little need be added, just a strong encouragement to listen and take his words to heart.

1809 Was A Very Good Year

Cranmer is essential reading every morning.

This morning, he commemorates the 200th anniversary of Alfred Lord Tennyson's birth.

1809 was a very good year, and there is a bit of hope in the recalling of it.

The French Revolution had come and gone, spilling oceans of blood. In its wake arose Napoleon Bonaparte, who spilled even more, and in 1809, dominated the world stage.

It was not a good time, by many measures.

But, in a cabin in Kentucky, in a prosperous family of Leipzig, and in a vicar's family in Lincolnshire--three boys were born: Abraham Lincoln, Felix Mendelssohn, and Alfred Tennyson.

Their lives headed off in dramatically different directions, but what a contribution each made!

So, mom and dad--that little rug-burner tossing his Cheerios off the high chair holds infinite promise for us all. Nurture that kid--who knows what might happen?

So in honor of Tennyson, his elegaic Crossing The Bar:

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Three Minutes, Twenty-six Seconds of Inspiration

Another nominee for the Green Shoots Award.

Simon Rattle conducting the Berlin Philharmonic, an excerpt here provided from the final movement.

You don't have to love classical music to love this!

This group and conductor seem to all share the same heartbeat.
It doesn't happen often, and everyone deserves the opportunity to experience it.

About eighty virtuoso musicians, working together, each dedicated to creating a whole much greater than the sum of the parts...what would the culture look like if people learned how to do this on a regular basis?

Where the Recession Isn't

I'm allergic to shopping malls in general. Artificial, overpriced, all look the same, modern pagan temples to conspicuous consumption; and 'scuse me please, but the Victoria's Secret window displays are embarrassing.

But yesterday, I was in one, getting one of my kids fitted for a new pair of glasses via Lenscrafters--it was a good sale, and I took them up on it.

This mall was not dead, only a couple of empty spaces, but it wasn't hopping as in previous years.

However, the kid wanted to check in at the Apple Store to price an upgrade to his computer.

Holy Cow! This place had thirty customers in their modest space, at 8:00 pm. I saw little kids in strollers playing with iPhones. Pretty amazing...

The nice sales lady said they were gearing up for Tax Amnesty Weekend, when the State of Tennessee lifts its 10% sales tax finger off the retail sector for three days. She said the line outside the door would stretch to a three-hour wait.

To quote Jerry Springer: 'What have we learned here?'

Well, Apple makes products that really work, are great fun to use, and dramatically improve people's lives.

And, when the State ceases to punish people who engage in economic transactions--you know, making stuff, selling stuff, buying stuff--business blooms.

Hmmm...

Maybe, if the State were smaller, and taxed its citizens less, the citizenry would thrive better.

Maybe, if business could concentrate on making and selling stuff people really want, (unlike GM and Chrysler) people would buy their stuff without Mr. Obama paying them cash to shop.


Hmmm...

All He Wants To Do Is Dance, Dance...

George Stephanapoulis at ABC's This Week has an unenviable task: getting people in our political leadership to simply answer simple questions in a direct manner.

He himself is a master of the double-speak-spin-till-you-drop school of linguistic obfuscation, as Bill Clinton's former press secretary. Bill and Hilary operated by rendering the English language meaningless, wearing down friend and foe alike with a flood of sound that sounded sort of like English, but really meant inherently nothing.

Bill's classic line sums up his life: 'It depends on what your meaning of 'is' is.'

It will be counted a tragedy of our culture that he was allowed to get away with it, allowed to finish out his term, allowed to deconstruct the only thing we have to communicate ideas--language.

Tim Geithner learned the lessons of Bill Clinton well.

As you read the transcript of today's interview, notice how the Secretary begins to chatter verbiage at every juncture where a simple question is asked.

Questions like: Doesn't this mean a tax increase? Can you assure those Republicans that make the attempt to work with you that you won't betray them in the end?

At every juncture, every simple question is answered with a torrent of verbiage, that once read, really means very little. Secretary Geithner is attempting to run out the clock, while sounding erudite.

Meanwhile, back in the land of reality: An acquaintance needs to fill a secretarial position in a small academic department in a small college in a small town. 150 resumes to pore through. Another has a newspaper staff position to fill. 250 resumes, many with master's degrees, and more arriving every day.

For these people, words have meaning, even if they don't for the Treasury Secretary.

They live in the world he and his created for us...