• Presty the DJ for Feb. 4

    February 4, 2016
    Music

    The number one single on both sides of the Atlantic today in 1965:

    The number one British album today in 1967 was “The Monkees”:

    The number one single on both sides of the Atlantic today in 1978:

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  • Praise from a liberal for conservatives!

    February 3, 2016
    media, US politics

    James Wigderson spotted praise for that bulwark of conservatism, National Review, from, of all people, John Nichols:

    National Review, the often-defining voice of conservatism over the past six decades, the favored publication of Ronald Reagan and of those who claim the Reagan mantle, has pulled out all the stops in the battle to avert the nomination of Donald Trump by the Republican Party.

    The magazine is fighting more than an electoral battle. It is waging a serious struggle to prevent the redefinition of conservatism as Trumpism — so serious, and so clear in its intent, that the Republican National Committee has disinvited National Review from a partnership with NBC on the party’s Feb. 28 presidential debate in Houston. The magazine’s publisher responded that exclusion from the debate was a “small price to pay for speaking the truth about The Donald.”

    The stakes are high, as the new issue of National Review illustrates. It’s an anti-Trump manifesto, from the “Against Trump” headline on the cover to the editorial declaration that “Trump is a philosophically unmoored political opportunist who would trash the broad conservative ideological consensus within the GOP in favor of a free-floating populism with strong-man overtones.”

    To drive their point home, the editors feature articles by almost two dozen of the nation’s most prominent conservative commentators, authors and activists, arguing variations on the theme of Erick Erickson’s piece: “Don’t let Trump define conservatism in his image.”

    Conservative elites do not want Trump to define conservatism. Good luck with that.

    There’s a fair debate to be had about whether Trump is imposing a definition of conservatism or merely amplifying themes that have been ever more present on the right fringe of a movement that has tried too hard to adjust itself to the demands of an angry tea party faction and an absolutist House “Freedom Caucus.” There can also be a debate about whether grass-roots Republicans, churned up by years of talk-radio ranting, are as put off by Trump’s bullying tactics as conservative elites seem to imagine.

    Whether the publication that has presented itself as “America’s most widely read and influential magazine and website for conservative news, commentary, and opinion” will play a part in derailing the front-runner for the nomination of the party it has so frequently influenced over so many years is open to question. The answer to that question will tell us a good deal about our evolving media and our evolving politics.

    It will also tell us something about who gets to define conservatism.

    The point of National Review’s intervention is to suggest that there remains a mainstream and reasonably responsible conservative tradition in American politics — and that Trump is not a part of it.

    National Review has intervened with this purpose before. The magazine’s founder, William F. Buckley Jr., challenged the far-right John Birch Society and its allies in the early 1960s, and he challenged anti-Semitism and crude nationalism in the early 1990s. I spent time with Buckley in that period, talking politics and ideology. We disagreed on issues, but I was always struck by Buckley’s sense of duty to defend conservatism as a clear and coherent ideology that did not bend too far to match the politics, or the fears, of any moment. He did not mind waging a losing battle that might clarify the ideals and goals of the movement, as he did with his 1965 New York City mayoral race on the Conservative Party line, and with his magazine’s decision on the cusp of the 1972 primary season to suspend support for Richard Nixon and endorse the insurgent primary challenge by Ohio Congressman John Ashbrook to the renomination of a sitting Republican president.

    Buckley liked to take stands. And he was proud to challenge false prophets of conservatism.

    So it was with some amusement that I read Donald Trump’s response to National Review’s response to Donald Trump. The billionaire tweeted: “The late, great William F. Buckley would be ashamed of what had happened to his prize, the dying National Review!”

    At a press conference in Las Vegas, Trump expanded on his attack: “The National Review’s a dying paper. Its circulation’s way down. Not very many people read it anymore. People don’t even think about the National Review. I guess they wanted to get a little publicity.”

    Trump is wrong on so many levels.

    First off, Buckley was a Trump critic in the years before the writer’s death in 2008. In 2000, when Trump was toying with a presidential run on the Reform Party ticket, Buckley warned:

    “Look for the narcissist. The most obvious target in today’s lineup is, of course, Donald Trump. When he looks at a glass, he is mesmerized by its reflection. If Donald Trump were shaped a little differently, he would compete for Miss America. But whatever the depths of self-enchantment, the demagogue has to say something. So what does Trump say? That he is a successful businessman and that that is what America needs in the Oval Office. There is some plausibility in this, though not much. The greatest deeds of American presidents — midwifing the new republic; freeing the slaves; harnessing the energies and vision needed to win the Cold War — had little to do with a bottom line.”

    Second, National Review has maintained credible print circulation numbers (around 150,000 currently), and it has adapted with notable success to the digital age.

    Third, National Review is a magazine, not the “paper” Donald Trump derides with his casual fallacy.

    I’ve heard Nichols talk, and I’ve dueled with him on Wisconsin Public Radio. You will not be surprised to read that John and I don’t agree on much. However, I’ve never heard Nichols say that opinions different from his don’t deserve a public airing. In fact, the conservative movement would be better off engaging people with views like Nichols’ views instead of retreating into the right-wing cocoon.

     

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  • The one thing most politicians can agree upon

    February 3, 2016
    US business, US politics

    Unless you’re a collectivist and communist (see Sanders, Bernie), or you have first world guilt (see your favorite environmentalist), nearly everyone should be able to agree that more economic growth is needed.

    The $19 trillion question (equaling the new level of our national debt — heck of a job, Barack) is how to do that.

    George Will presents an answer:

    Woodrow Wilson, who enjoyed moralizing about the mundane, called paying taxes a “glorious privilege.” In 1865, when there was a Civil War income tax, one taxpayer shared this sensibility, sort of. Mark Twain said that his tax bill of $36.82 (including a $3.12 fine for filing late) made him feel “important” because the government was paying attention to him. Today, Rep. Kevin Brady wants to change the way government pays attention to taxpayers.

    Congress is like a Calder mobile: Something jiggled here causes things to wiggle over there. When conservatives toppled House Speaker John Boehner (R-Ohio), they inadvertently propelled Brady into the House’s most important chairmanship, that of the Ways and Means Committee. Because revenue bills must originate in the House, Brady now wields Congress’s most important gavel, all because the committee’s previous chairman, Paul Ryan (R-Wis.), now sits in Boehner’s chair.

    If there is going to be growth-igniting tax reform — and if there isn’t, American politics will sink deeper into distributional strife — Brady will begin it. Fortunately, the Houston congressman is focused on this simple arithmetic: Three percent growth is not 1 percent better than 2 percent growth, it is 50 percent better.

    If the Obama era’s average annual growth of 2.2 percent becomes the “new normal,” over the next 50 years real gross domestic product will grow from today’s $16.3 trillion (in 2009 dollars) to $48.3 trillion. If, however, growth averages 3.2 percent, real GDP in 2065 will be $78.6 trillion. At 2.2 percent growth, the cumulative lost wealth would be $521 trillion.

    Brady, however, would like to start with the approximately $2 trillion that U.S. corporations have parked overseas. Having already paid taxes on it where it was earned, the corporations sensibly resist having it taxed again by the United States’ corporate tax, the highest in the industrial world. “[The $2 trillion] won’t just naturally fly back to us,” Brady says. Measures should be taken to make it rational for corporations to bring money home. And to make it rational for corporations such as Pfizer, which recently moved its headquarters to Ireland for tax purposes, to remain here.

    Or, more recently, Johnson Controls, whose merger into Tyco International will have its headquarters on the Emerald Isle as well.

    In the past 30 years, Brady says, more and more taxes have been paid by fewer and fewer people. And fewer and fewer businesses have been organized as corporations: Three-quarters of job-creating entities are not paying corporate taxes.

    “You can’t,” Brady says, “ask people to make big changes, leapfrogging our global competitors, just to get to average.” But making big changes “is why we all came to Congress.” And the benefit that comes from something unfortunate — the fact that there are so few (perhaps fewer than 40) competitive House seats — is that members can take risks. Presidential engagement is necessary for tax reform, and Brady says that will require a new president who understands that “just a little respect goes a long way up here [on Capitol Hill].”

    Which takes Sanders and Hillary Clinton off the list, as well as …

    All Republican presidential candidates have tax reform proposals, but only one candidate proposes increasing the cost of government for every American. Here, at last, Donald Trump actually resembles a Republican. Unfortunately, it is a Republican from 125 years ago, when the party stood for big government serving crony capitalism with high tariffs.

    As Steven R. Weisman demonstrates in his splendid history of American taxation, The Great Tax Wars, the GOP’s tariffs were indirect, hidden sales taxes that crimped consumption by Americans with small incomes. In 1913, the first year of Wilson’s presidency and the year the 16th Amendment and the income tax arrived, the glorious privilege of paying taxes was enjoyed primarily through tariffs: They provided nearly half of federal revenues, with most of the rest coming from tobacco and liquor taxes, which also were hardest on people of modest means.

    Trump, who works himself into a lather because Nabisco is making some Oreo cookies outside the country, is obsessed with the United States’ trade with China. “We’re going to get Apple to start building their damn computers and things in this country,” he says, aiming to raise the price Americans pay for Apple products that today are assembled in China, which, according to trade attorney Scott Lincicome, makes about $6 by assembling an iPhone from parts (many of which China has imported).

    Trump favors a 45 percent tariff to protect customers of Walmart and similar retailers from the onslaught of inexpensive Chinese apparel, appliances and food. He can explain the glorious privilege of paying taxes-as-tariffs when he makes his next visit to a Walmart, perhaps the one in Secaucus, N.J., just seven miles from his Fifth Avenue penthouse.

    Economic growth you can actually notice, driven by the private sector and not government (how’s that stimulus working for you?) is imperative now because of what the cheerfully named Economic Collapse Blog reports:

    We have not seen global economic activity fall off this rapidly since the great recession of 2008.  Manufacturing activity is imploding all over the planet, global trade is slowing down at a pace that is extremely alarming, and the Baltic Dry Index just hit another brand new all-time record low.  If the “real economy” consists of people making, selling and shipping stuff, then it is in incredibly bad shape.

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  • Presty the DJ for Feb. 3

    February 3, 2016
    Music

    Today in 1959, one night after their concert at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa, Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and J.P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson got on a Beechcraft Bonanza in Mason City, Iowa, to fly to Fargo, N.D., for a concert in Moorhead, Minn.

    The trio, along with Dion and the Belmonts, were part of the Winter Dance Party Tour, a 24-city tour over three weeks, with its ridiculously scheduled tour dates connected by bus.

    Said bus, whose heater broke early in the tour, froze in below-zero temperatures two nights earlier between the scheduled concert in the Duluth, Minn., National Guard Armory, and the next scheduled location, the Riverside Ballroom in Green Bay.

    Holly’s drummer had to be hospitalized with frostbite in his feet, and Valens also became ill. The tour got to Green Bay, but its scheduled concert in Appleton that evening was canceled.

    After the concert in Clear Lake, Holly decided to rent an airplane. Holly’s bass player, Waylon Jennings, gave his seat to the Big Bopper because he was sick, and Valens won a coin flip with Holly’s guitarist, Tommy Allsup. Dion DiMucci chose not to take a seat because the $36 cost equaled his parents’ monthly rent.

    As he was leaving, Holly told Jennings, “I hope your ol’ bus freezes up,” to which Jennings replied, “Well, I hope your ol’ plane crashes!”

    Shortly after the 12:55 a.m. takeoff, the plane crashed, instantly killing Holly, Valens, the Big Bopper and the pilot.

    The scheduled concert that evening went on, with organizers recruiting a 15-year-old, Robert Velline, and his band the Shadows. Bobby Vee went on to have a good career.

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  • Obama, then Trump

    February 2, 2016
    US politics

    Whose fault is Donald Trump’s run for president?

    Ed Rogers blames the man Trump would replace:

    More than any other single factor, the rise of Donald Trump is attributable to the failed Obama presidency. It is wrong to suggest the Trump phenomenon is a Republican Frankenstein. Trump’s rise is mostly fueled by the extraordinary failure, uncertainty and fear wrought by the Obama presidency.

    I wrote in September that there would be a market in 2016 for a candidate who is stylistically different from President Obama. I wrote, “Trump is by far the most visible, well-known, truly anti-Obama actor so far. He is crass, loud, brash, insulting, vulgar and demeaning — and I think that contrast is what has gotten everybody’s attention.” Even I didn’t know how true that was when I wrote it; that there would be such a desperate appetite for a candidate who is opposite from Obama in every way that a character like Trump could flourish.

    While all the Republican candidates can make the case that they are wildly different from Obama, starting with their philosophical approach, let’s face it: Some are more different than others. And undoubtedly, the other campaigns regret that they did not realize earlier that the “anti-Obama” personified by Trump should be taken seriously.

    Back in September, I thought perhaps a guy like Mike Huckabee could emerge as a plausible candidate who would offer a sharp contrast with Obama, but part of what I missed was how angry Republican voters had become. As conservative as his policy positions may be, the former Arkansas governor just isn’t what many Republicans want to see in the way of a fist-shaking, blow-up-the-house, curse-your-enemies style that suggests a complete break from all things Obama. As proof of this hypothesis, I ask: After Trump, who comes across as the most angry among the Republicans? Answer: Probably Sen. Ted Cruz (R-Tex.). Who is the least angry? Probably Jeb Bush. Anyway, Obama’s imperial presidency has gone beyond “Washington knows best” — he has effectively declared “Obama knows best” — and has repeatedly circumvented the law and Congress with his dictates and executive actions. It has created a rage among voters that a candidate with classic good skills and reasonable conservative positions cannot pacify.

    Obviously, many rank-and-file Republicans are discouraged that Republicans in Congress haven’t been able to dictate policies to Obama, or govern as if the White House doesn’t exist. But it is anger and fear at what Obama has done that are driving campaign 2016, more than anything the Republicans have (or have not) accomplished.

    Meanwhile, among the Democrats, Hillary Clinton, the only Obama administration alumna in the race, has problems that start with the fact that there is no call for a third Obama term. Democratic voters also want something different. And if you had to set a contrast with Obama but still keep a Democratic patina, Sen. Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.) is the most vivid alternative for those who are looking for something new. Clinton has twisted her campaign to where rather than becoming a fresh contrast, she has to embrace Obama to try to hang on to his most loyal voters, particularly African Americans — and in doing so, she pledges to be the keeper of his flame, which makes it hard to claim she is anything other than an Obama third term. Obviously she has other problems, but her weakness starts with the fact that she cannot break from Obama.

    Strange but true: If Barack Obama had been a better president, Donald Trump would be weaker and Hillary Clinton would be stronger.

    Actually, that’s not strange at all. George H.W. Bush was elected president in large part because he was Ronald Reagan’s vice president. The voters were sick of Bill Clinton by 2000, so Al Gore was not elected to replace him. The voters were sick of George W. Bush by 2008, so no Republican was likely to be voted to replace him.

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  • Good morning. It’s all your fault.

    February 2, 2016
    Culture, US politics

    Give points to Matt Walsh for being provocative, at least:

    When deciding who to blame for the current state of affairs in our country, we always run through a familiar list of shadowy villains: the “system,” the “establishment,” politicians, lobbyists, the schools, the media, etc. These are fine suspects in their own right, but I find it ridiculous that, somehow, we skip right over the first and most dastardly culprit: ourselves.

    We never blame us, do we? We always get off the hook. All of the misery and misfortune in our culture have been hoist upon us from Washington, D.C. and Hollywood and Ivory Towers, and none of it from us, we claim. We’re victims. We had no say in any of this at all, according to us.

    Well, at the risk of alienating literally every single person reading this, I’d like to suggest that you are an adult and a voter, and this is your fault. And mine. And your mother’s. And your neighbor Jim’s. And all of our accomplices who generally make up the club known as “We The People.”

    Here’s what I know: If you and me and your mother and your neighbor Jim and the rest of them were prudent, rational, resolute, wise, well-read, morally courageous and intellectually engaged, we wouldn’t be in this fix. What’s more, we wouldn’t have the same sort of politicians because we wouldn’t vote for those sorts of politicians, and we wouldn’t have the same sort of media because we wouldn’t watch that sort of media. Right on down the line like dominoes, everything would change if we changed. Everything.

    But there is no accountability. We all say we want accountability, but what we really mean is we wanteveryone else to be accountable. Very few people will actually hold themselves accountable for anything. Our Republic crumbles while we all sit around pretending we’re victims of a culture we’re actively creating and politicians we actively vote into office. We put torches to our own home and wonder why it’s on fire.

    And then, surveying the destruction we wrought upon ourselves, we weep like damsels in distress, crying out for a white knight to save us. Inevitably, a charlatan in a suit of armor comes along and promises to do just that. We faint and fall into his arms, and he proceeds to immediately betray us. Then we weep again for another white knight to save us from the last one, and another comes along, and he betrays us, and we weep again, and another one comes, and so on and so on and so on and so on unto infinity.

    In the midst of all of this, nobody ever says: “Hey American people, STOP IT YOU FOOLS.” Instead, even the people who know better continue making patronizing excuses for us. They pontificate about how the “blue collar workers” and the “middle class” are feeling quite sad and angry at the moment, and we can’t very well be expected to take charge of our lives and make better decisions when we’re feeling this way.

    Nonsense. It’s all nonsense.

    Any notion that we’re victims of some mysterious outside force rather than of ourselves should be laid to rest because of this election season. After everything we’ve been through as a nation, suffering the incompetence, corruptions, and failures of one ruling regime after another, look at what we’re doing when given the opportunity to go in a different direction: flocking to Donald Trump or Bernie Sanders or Hillary Clinton.

    Some of us support other candidates, but, if polls are any indication, something close to a majority are threatening to vote for one of these three. We could well be looking at a Trump-Clinton or even Trump-Sanders showdown for president. And whose fault will that be?

    Ours. Such an election would be a searing indictment not of Washington, D.C. or “the establishment” or any other vague entity, but of us. We the people.

    We vote for petty bullies, crooks, and charlatans. We vote for them. We select them. Our politics are a reflection of us. Just like the deterioration of the family, the divorce rate, fatherless homes, the moral bankruptcy of our culture, the decline of faith, collective apathy,  ignorance and intellectual laziness are manifestation of our choices, so is the political system. None of this was hoisted upon us by dark overlords or mystical sorcerers. We have made choices, we have done things, we have decided to be a certain way, and that way has proven poisonous to the future of our country.

    So whose fault is it when we form cults of devotion to populist con artists like Trump or Sanders? Whose fault is it when we treat politics like middle school girls treat a One Direction concert? Whose fault is it when we refuse to think? Who’s to blame when we make important decisions based on emotion rather than principle? Who’s responsible when a person’s only rationale for voting for a particular candidate is that candidate’s warm smile or motivational campaign slogan or entertaining showmanship?

    If you listen to most people, the answer is anyone but the people doing these things.

    Indeed, when discussing the Trump phenomenon with other non-Trump supporters, the conversation often becomes so nonsensical that you’d think I was actually talking to a Trump supporter. Usually it goes like this:

    Me: “Man, I really can’t stand how Donald Trump is a tyrant and fraud but his supporters follow him blindly.”

    Other person: “Yeah but you can’t blame his followers. This is the result of a corrupt D.C. establishment. People are angry!”

    Me: “OK, but why are they supporting an unapologetically corrupt man if they’re tired of corruption?”

    Other person: “This is happening because of the system.”

    Me: “How is the system forcing people to vote for a candidate who will perpetuate what they don’t like about the system? There are other options. Why don’t they try someone who at least has a chance of not being an egomaniacal crook?”

    Other person: “People are angry!”

    Me: “Yeah, you said that. So why are they choosing more of what makes them angry?”

    Other person: “Look, you have to understand, the ruling class brought this on itself.”

    Me: “HOW DOES THAT EXCUSE PEOPLE WHO ACTIVELY AND PURPOSEFULLY SUPPORT A BLATANT CHARLATAN?”

    Other person. “…People are angry.”

    And eventually the conversation ends, not because we reached a conclusion but because I have a brain aneurysm.

    People are certainly angry, but anger only excuses ludicrous behavior when you’re a toddler or insane. If I walk into the room and see my daughter writhing around in the corner chewing on a shoe or something, it would make sense if my wife explained, “Oh, she’s just angry because I told her she can’t have a cookie.” She’s two. When two-year-olds are angry, they’re expected to communicate it in ways that make no sense and may in fact only exacerbate their original frustrations. But if I walk into the room and see an adult in the corner heaping praise on Donald Trump, the anger excuse is utterly preposterous. They might as well be chewing on a shoe. They’re grown ups. They should know better.

    Besides, what’s shallowly buried in this “don’t blame the voters who support bad candidates, blame the system” stuff is the implication that, essentially, people are incontinent morons who cannot be held responsible for their own actions. Weak-kneed apologists who agree that Trump/Sanders/Clinton/whoever is atrocious but insist that their supporters can’t be criticized, are claiming to be smarter than those supporters. When they say, “Yes, I see that this candidate is an insidious despot but you can’t blame the people who don’t see it,” what they’re really saying is, “Yes, I see that this candidate is an insidious despot but you can’t blame the people who don’t see it because they’re stupid.”

    So while I’m accusing the American public of wreaking havoc upon their own country, I’m not actually the one insulting the public. I do not believe that people are, by and large, stupid. And if people are stupid, I don’t believe I’m among the small minority of smart people. My access to information and my capacity to understand that information is about on par with everyone else. Yet, while I must claim responsibility for my share of this country’s decline, I’m at least not intent on voting for a socialist, a reality TV game show host, or a criminal.

    Why is that? Do I have mental capabilities that exceed those who support these reprobates?

    No, I don’t think so.

    If a lack of intelligence were at the core of our nation’s problems, it might be true that our dear leaders in government, media, and education are solely to blame because they’re the smart ones taking advantage of a bunch of drooling imbeciles. But I don’t believe that to be the case. I believe at the core of our nation’s problems — especially our electoral problems, but also everything beyond that — are a collection of common vices, not mental deficiencies: laziness, apathy, greed, pride, envy, hatred, etc.

    Our sin is our undoing. I’m as irritated with “the establishment” as you are — or at least I would be if I knew what that phrase meant — but “the establishment,” whatever it is, isn’t responsible for your sloth and your selfishness. Although nobody will acknowledge it, there is indeed a profound selfishness in the person who interjects himself into the democratic process yet refuses to think deeply, evaluate all the evidence, listen to opposing arguments, and scrutinize the principles, character, and integrity of the candidate he supports. To plug your ears and put on your blinders and plunge determinedly into the voting booth, having spent months aggressively refusing to apply any serious and considered thought to your decision, is an act of supreme self-centeredness. Even more so in the case of the people who vote for the politicians who promise to give them money appropriated from their fellow citizens. That’s greed and self-indulgence, not mere gullibility. In fact, these people are anything but gullible. They know exactly what they’re doing.

    Ignorance, especially, can no longer be the stock explanation. We all carry around little devices that grant us access to all of the information in the world. The sum total of human knowledge is contained tidily in our pockets. We may choose to use this godlike tool to watch porn and take pictures of our own faces, but the fact remains that none of us have an excuse to be ill-informed. We continue to make reckless and shortsighted decisions as voters not because we lack information, but because we’ve seen the information and don’t care, or perhaps because we don’t care about seeing the information. In both cases, again, the fault is ours and ours alone.

    We’re living in the country that we made for ourselves, though I suppose there are some who remain truly blameless. Children, first of all. We’re giving this society to children who’ve done nothing to deserve such a punishment. Beyond them, there may well be a small minority of people who’ve been truly engaged and thoughtful citizens, selfless community members, great parents and spouses, and have all around done everything they possibly could to create a better world. But I know these folks are not in the majority because if they were, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.

    You might be in this group, but you’re probably not. And I’m not. I have my own flaws as a man and a citizen, and I don’t want anyone to tell me they aren’t flaws, or they aren’t my fault, or I can’t be blamed for them because I’m a middle class worker fed up with politics as usual. I don’t want to be pat on the head, given a lollipop, and assured that I’m a victim of everything and everyone. I want to be blamed when I am to blame, because to blame someone else is to rob me of my free will.

    That said, my flaws notwithstanding, I’m not at all tempted towards the same trap as Sanders fans and Trumplings and Obamabots. I’ve no inclination to mindlessly fawn over a politician. I’ve never in my life taken it personally or become violently angry because someone criticized a candidate I support. I’ve never been a “fan” of a politician. I may find one I can tolerate, but I always remain a fair weather supporter. If the weather turns ugly because of the politician’s own ineptitude or dishonesty, I’ll ditch him on the side of the road without hesitation and look for someone else.

    I don’t view my relationship with a politician like I view my relationship with my wife. I’ll vote for someone in the primary, but I’m not bound to him for a lifetime. I haven’t sworn my allegiance to him in sickness and health. He’ll be useful so long as he upholds the Constitution and conducts himself honorably. The moment he stops doing that, he’ll no longer be of any us to me at all. Politicians are utterly disposable and temporary. Actually, they ought to be quite a bit more temporary than they are.

    The cultists and Kool-Aid drinkers on both sides of the aisle have a very serious flaw, and this flaw — their propensity towards blind allegiance to political figures — makes them dangerous. In fact, it makes them far more dangerous than the political figures themselves. After all, the worst thing about having Donald Trump or Bernie Sanders or Hillary Clinton as president is living among people who would choose to have Donald Trump or Bernie Sanders or Hillary Clinton as president.

    Our bad choices and our flaws and our sins have brought us here politically, culturally, and in every other sense. That’s the truth. So if you want things in this country to improve, stop whining about the system and look in the mirror. We aren’t the victims, we’re the cause. If America is ever going to be “Great Again,” it has to start with a little personal accountability.

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  • Presty the DJ for Feb. 2

    February 2, 2016
    Music

    First: I have been asked to say that it’s a great day for groundhogs. Thus, a decades-long tradition is not only maintained, but expanded online.

    (By the way: If a groundhog near you predicts six more weeks of winter, you are authorized to kill the groundhog to prevent that prediction from ever happening again. The fact that winter in Wisconsin lasts more like 12 weeks from now regardless of groundhog predictions is beside the point.)

    Today in 1959, Buddy Holly, Richie Valens and the Big Bopper all appeared at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa.

    That would be their final concert appearance because of what happened after the concert.

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  • Trump’s America

    February 1, 2016
    US politics

    With the Iowa caucuses today, Christian Schneider asks about what Donald Trump’s supporters support:

    Donald Trump’s candidacy is one wholly defined by its contradictions. He is the candidate of strength, but runs shrieking when confronted by the possibility of answering a question from Fox anchor Megyn Kelly. He claims he is the best candidate to defeat Hillary Clinton, but spent years supporting her both financially and rhetorically. Trump shouts that he will revive America’s economy but his companies have filed for bankruptcy four times.

    Yet there is one overriding paradox that colors Trump’s run. If his supporters, as their rallying cry so succinctly states, are so serious about “Making America Great Again,” why are they so effusive in backing an unserious candidate?

    Try to think of the presidents his supporters likely think are great — Lincoln, Reagan, etc. — mocking disabled people, banning specific religions and getting mixed up in juvenile public spats. (It’s actually a little known fact that Thomas Jefferson’s early drafts of the Declaration of Independence guaranteed the “right to life, liberty and the pursuit of not getting schlonged.”)

    Perhaps the slogan itself provides a window into what really bothers Trump’s army. “Make America Great Again” presumes that America is not currently great — that the country has devolved into a place unrecognizable to older Americans, who support Trump at a rate twice that of younger voters.

    It’s possible these disaffected voters view America as a lost cause. They see gay people getting married and transgender people accepting awards. They are afraid illegal immigrants are stealing jobs. They watch protesters run riot in their own cities to protest legitimate police action. They dread college campus-style political correctness spilling over into their own lives.

    When all these things are taken into account, they likely see an America not even worth saving. The Trump candidacy essentially is a funeral for the life they fear now will only exist in history books — and soon, those history books will be written by transgendered Mexicans.

    Even Bernie Sanders — a Socialist for goodness sakes — is running a deeply moving ad extolling our country’s wonders. As a backdrop, the TV spot uses Simon and Garfunkel’s song “America,” which is about the journey to find the country’s virtues, not mourning their passing.

    That’s not to say there isn’t plenty about which to be cantankerous. One doesn’t have to be an avowed member of the religious right to be horrified at the selling of aborted baby parts. But it is disconcerting to see many people of faith being driven into the arms of Trump, a thrice-married supporter of partial-birth abortion with a relationship history that, in the words of Morrissey, might make Caligula blush.

    But Trump’s people have watched the stature of the office of president shrink before their eyes during the last seven years. They blame a feckless Congress for not having improved their lives in any measurable way. Since they’re pretty sure it doesn’t matter who they elect to office, why not vote for a pompous windbag who is at least going to keep things entertaining?

    As the campaign grinds on, we’ll hear more informed candidates talk about what happens in Middle East countries when their leaders are deposed; often, dictatorial megalomaniacs rush in to fill the vacuum when there’s an absence of leadership. But with the rise of the Trump nihilists, countries such as Syria and Libya may start to worry about us.

    Perhaps relying on people who revel in shoveling dirt on America’s grave will be enough to get Trump through a few primary states. But in the long term, it is poison to a party that is typically powered by optimism. Trump’s unserious, dyspeptic platform appeals strictly to a shrinking bloc of voters and, if successful, will mean the end of the GOP as a functional party. Republicans need to persuade their disaffected brethren that America’s strength isn’t in its president, but in the people who elect him.

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  • Trump vs. Trump

    February 1, 2016
    media, US politics

    I’m not a fan of Stephen Colbert, but you must admit this is funny:

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  • Presty the DJ for Feb. 1

    February 1, 2016
    Music

    Today in 1949, RCA released the first 45-rpm record.

    The seven-inch size of the 45, compared with the bigger 78, allowed the development of jukeboxes.

    The number one single today in 1964:

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The thoughts of a journalist/libertarian–conservative/Christian husband, father, Eagle Scout and aficionado of obscure rock music. Thoughts herein are only the author’s and not necessarily the opinions of his family, friends, neighbors, church members or past, present or future employers.

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    • About, or, Who is this man?
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    • Adventures in ruralu0026nbsp;inkBack in June 2009, I was driving somewhere through a rural area. And for some reason, I had a flashback to two experiences in my career about that time of year many years ago. In 1988, eight days after graduating from the University of Wisconsin, I started work at the Grant County Herald Independent in Lancaster as a — well, the — reporter. Four years after that, on my 27th birthday, I purchased, with a business partner, the Tri-County Press in Cuba City, my first business venture. Both were experiences about which Wisconsin author Michael Perry might write. I thought about all this after reading a novel, The Deadline, written by a former newspaper editor and publisher. (Now who would write a novel about a weekly newspaper?) As a former newspaper owner, I picked at some of it — why finance a newspaper purchase through the bank if the seller is willing to finance it? Because the mean bank lender is a plot point! — and it is much more interesting than reality, but it is very well written, with a nicely twisting plot, and quite entertaining, again more so than reality. There is something about that first job out of college that makes you remember it perhaps more…
    • Adventures in radioI’ve been in the full-time work world half my life. For that same amount of time I’ve been broadcasting sports as a side interest, something I had wanted to since I started listening to games on radio and watching on TV, and then actually attending games. If you ask someone who’s worked in radio for some time about the late ’70s TV series “WKRP in Cincinnati,” most of them will tell you that, if anything, the series understated how wacky working in radio can be. Perhaps the funniest episode in the history of TV is the “WKRP” episode, based on a true story, about the fictional radio station’s Thanksgiving promotion — throwing live turkeys out of a helicopter under the mistaken belief that, in the words of WKRP owner Arthur Carlson, “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST01bZJPuE0] I’ve never been involved in anything like that. I have announced games from the roofs of press boxes (once on a nice day, and once in 50-mph winds), from a Mississippi River bluff (more on that later), and from the front row of the second balcony of the University of Wisconsin Fieldhouse (great view, but not a place to go if…
    • “Good morning/afternoon/evening, ________ fans …”
    • My biggest storyEarlier this week, while looking for something else, I came upon some of my own work. (I’m going to write a blog someday called “Things I Found While Looking for Something Else.” This is not that blog.) The Grant County Sheriff’s Department, in the county where I used to live, has a tribute page to the two officers in county history who died in the line of duty. One is William Loud, a deputy marshal in Cassville, shot to death by two bank robbers in 1912. The other is Tom Reuter, a Grant County deputy sheriff who was shot to death at the end of his 4 p.m.-to-midnight shift March 18, 1990. Gregory Coulthard, then a 19-year-old farmhand, was convicted of first-degree intentional homicide and is serving a life sentence, with his first eligibility for parole on March 18, 2015, just 3½ years from now. I’ve written a lot over the years. I think this, from my first two years in the full-time journalism world, will go down as the story I remember the most. For journalists, big stories contain a paradox, which was pointed out in CBS-TV’s interview of Andy Rooney on his last “60 Minutes” Sunday. Morley Safer said something along the line…
  • Food and drink
    • The Roesch/Prestegard familyu0026nbsp;cookbookFrom the family cookbook(s) All the families I’m associated with love to eat, so it’s a good thing we enjoy cooking. The first out-of-my-house food memory I have is of my grandmother’s cooking for Christmas or other family occasions. According to my mother, my grandmother had a baked beans recipe that she would make for my mother. Unfortunately, the recipe seems to have  disappeared. Also unfortunately, my early days as a picky, though voluminous, eater meant I missed a lot of those recipes made from such wholesome ingredients as lard and meat fat. I particularly remember a couple of meals that involve my family. The day of Super Bowl XXXI, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and a group of their friends got together to share lots of food and cheer on the Packers to their first NFL title in 29 years. (After which Jannan and I drove to Lambeau Field in the snow,  but that’s another story.) Then, on Dec. 31, 1999, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and Jannan and I (along with Michael in utero) had a one-course-per-hour meal to appropriately end years beginning with the number 1. Unfortunately I can’t remember what we…
    • SkålI was the editor of Marketplace Magazine for 10 years. If I had to point to one thing that demonstrates improved quality of life since I came to Northeast Wisconsin in 1994, it would be … … the growth of breweries and  wineries in Northeast Wisconsin. The former of those two facts makes sense, given our heritage as a brewing state. The latter is less self-evident, since no one thinks of Wisconsin as having a good grape-growing climate. Some snobs claim that apple or cherry wines aren’t really wines at all. But one of the great facets of free enterprise is the opportunity to make your own choice of what food and drink to drink. (At least for now, though some wish to restrict our food and drink choices.) Wisconsin’s historically predominant ethnic group (and our family’s) is German. Our German ancestors did unfortunately bring large government and high taxes with them, but they also brought beer. Europeans brought wine with them, since they came from countries with poor-quality drinking water. Within 50 years of a wave of mid-19th-century German immigration, brewing had become the fifth largest industry in the U.S., according to Maureen Ogle, author of Ambitious Brew: The Story of American Beer. Beer and wine have…
  • Wheels
    • America’s sports carMy birthday in June dawned without a Chevrolet Corvette in front of my house. (The Corvette at the top of the page was featured at the 2007 Greater Milwaukee Auto Show. The copilot is my oldest son, Michael.) Which isn’t surprising. I have three young children, and I have a house with a one-car garage. (Then again, this would be more practical, though a blatant pluck-your-eyes-out violation of the Corvette ethos. Of course, so was this.) The reality is that I’m likely to be able to own a Corvette only if I get a visit from the Corvette Fairy, whose office is next door to the Easter Bunny. (I hope this isn’t foreshadowing: When I interviewed Dave Richter of Valley Corvette for a car enthusiast story in the late great Marketplace Magazine, he said that the most popular Corvette in most fans’ minds was a Corvette built during their days in high school. This would be a problem for me in that I graduated from high school in 1983, when no Corvette was built.) The Corvette is one of those cars whose existence may be difficult to understand within General Motors Corp. The Corvette is what is known as a “halo car,” a car that drives people into showrooms, even if…
    • Barges on fouru0026nbsp;wheelsI originally wrote this in September 2008.  At the Fox Cities Business Expo Tuesday, a Smart car was displayed at the United Way Fox Cities booth. I reported that I once owned a car into which trunk, I believe, the Smart could be placed, with the trunk lid shut. This is said car — a 1975 Chevrolet Caprice coupe (ours was dark red), whose doors are, I believe, longer than the entire Smart. The Caprice, built down Interstate 90 from us Madisonians in Janesville (a neighbor of ours who worked at the plant probably helped put it together) was the flagship of Chevy’s full-size fleet (which included the stripper Bel Air and middle-of-the-road Impala), featuring popular-for-the-time vinyl roofs, better sound insulation, an upgraded cloth interior, rear fender skirts and fancy Caprice badges. The Caprice was 18 feet 1 inch long and weighed 4,300 pounds. For comparison: The midsize Chevrolet of the ear was the Malibu, which was the same approximate size as the Caprice after its 1977 downsizing. The compact Chevrolet of the era was the Nova, which was 200 inches long — four inches longer than a current Cadillac STS. Wikipedia’s entry on the Caprice has this amusing sentence: “As fuel economy became a bigger priority among Americans…
    • Behind the wheel
    • Collecting only dust or rust
    • Coooooooooooupe!
    • Corvettes on the screen
    • The garage of misfit cars
    • 100 years (and one day) of our Chevrolets
    • They built Excitement, sort of, once in a while
    • A wagon by any otheru0026nbsp;nameFirst written in 2008. You will see more don’t-call-them-station-wagons as you drive today. Readers around my age have probably had some experience with a vehicle increasingly rare on the road — the station wagon. If you were a Boy Scout or Girl Scout, or were a member of some kind of youth athletic team, or had a large dog, or had relatives approximately your age, or had friends who needed to be transported somewhere, or had parents who occasionally had to haul (either in the back or in a trailer) more than what could be fit inside a car trunk, you (or, actually, your parents) were the target demographic for the station wagon. “Station wagons came to be like covered wagons — so much family activity happened in those cars,” said Tim Cleary, president of the American Station Wagon Owners Association, in Country Living magazine. Wagons “were used for everything from daily runs to the grocery store to long summer driving trips, and while many men and women might have wanted a fancier or sportier car, a station wagon was something they knew they needed for the family.” The “station wagon” originally was a vehicle with a covered seating area to take people between train stations…
    • Wheels on theu0026nbsp;screenBetween my former and current blogs, I wrote a lot about automobiles and TV and movies. Think of this post as killing two birds (Thunderbirds? Firebirds? Skylarks?) with one stone. Most movies and TV series view cars the same way most people view cars — as A-to-B transportation. (That’s not counting the movies or series where the car is the plot, like the haunted “Christine” or “Knight Rider” or the “Back to the Future” movies.) The philosophy here, of course, is that cars are not merely A-to-B transportation. Which disqualifies most police shows from what you’re about to read, even though I’ve watched more police video than anything else, because police cars are plain Jane vehicles. The highlight in a sense is in the beginning: The car chase in my favorite movie, “Bullitt,” featuring Steve McQueen’s 1968 Ford Mustang against the bad guys’ 1968 Dodge Charger: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMc2RdFuOxIu0026amp;fmt=18] One year before that (but I didn’t see this until we got Telemundo on cable a couple of years ago) was a movie called “Operación 67,” featuring (I kid you not) a masked professional wrestler, his unmasked sidekick, and some sort of secret agent plot. (Since I don’t know Spanish and it’s not…
    • While riding in my Cadillac …
  • Entertainments
    • Brass rocksThose who read my former blog last year at this time, or have read this blog over the past months, know that I am a big fan of the rock group Chicago. (Back when they were a rock group and not a singer of sappy ballads, that is.) Since rock music began from elements of country music, jazz and the blues, brass rock would seem a natural subgenre of rock music. A lot of ’50s musical acts had saxophone players, and some played with full orchestras … [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CPS-WuUKUE] … but it wasn’t until the more-or-less simultaneous appearances of Chicago and Blood Sweat u0026amp; Tears on the musical scene (both groups formed in 1967, both had their first charting singles in 1969, and they had the same producer) that the usual guitar/bass/keyboard/drum grouping was augmented by one or more trumpets, a sax player and a trombone player. While Chicago is my favorite group (but you knew that already), the first brass rock song I remember hearing was BSu0026amp;T’s “Spinning Wheel” — not in its original form, but on “Sesame Street,” accompanied by, yes, a giant spinning wheel. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi9sLkyhhlE] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxWSOuNsN20] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9U34uPjz-g] I remember liking Chicago’s “Just You ‘n Me” when it was released as a single, and…
    • Drive and Eat au0026nbsp;RockThe first UW home football game of each season also is the opener for the University of Wisconsin Marching Band, the world’s finest college marching band. (How the UW Band has not gotten the Sudler Trophy, which is to honor the country’s premier college marching bands, is beyond my comprehension.) I know this because I am an alumnus of the UW Band. I played five years (in the last rank of the band, Rank 25, motto: “Where Men Are Tall and Run-On Is Short”), marching in 39 football games at Camp Randall Stadium, the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome in Minneapolis, Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor, Memorial Stadium at the University of Illinois (worst artificial turf I had ever seen), the University of Nevada–Las Vegas’ Sam Boyd Silver Bowl, the former Dyche Stadium at Northwestern University, five high school fields and, in my one bowl game, Legion Field in Birmingham, Ala., site of the 1984 Hall of Fame Bowl. The UW Band was, without question, the most memorable experience of my college days, and one of the most meaningful experiences of my lifetime. It was the most physical experience of my lifetime, to be sure. Fifteen minutes into my first Registration…
    • Keep on rockin’ in the freeu0026nbsp;worldOne of my first ambitions in communications was to be a radio disc jockey, and to possibly reach the level of the greats I used to listen to from WLS radio in Chicago, which used to be one of the great 50,000-watt AM rock stations of the country, back when they still existed. (Those who are aficionados of that time in music and radio history enjoyed a trip to that wayback machine when WLS a Memorial Day Big 89 Rewind, excerpts of which can be found on their Web site.) My vision was to be WLS’ afternoon DJ, playing the best in rock music between 2 and 6, which meant I wouldn’t have to get up before the crack of dawn to do the morning show, yet have my nights free to do whatever glamorous things big-city DJs did. Then I learned about the realities of radio — low pay, long hours, zero job security — and though I have dabbled in radio sports, I’ve pretty much cured myself of the idea of working in radio, even if, to quote WAPL’s Len Nelson, “You come to work every day just like everybody else does, but we’re playing rock ’n’ roll songs, we’re cuttin’ up.…
    • Monday on the flight line, not Saturday in the park
    • Music to drive by
    • The rock ofu0026nbsp;WisconsinWikipedia begins its item “Music of Wisconsin” thusly: Wisconsin was settled largely by European immigrants in the late 19th century. This immigration led to the popularization of galops, schottisches, waltzes, and, especially, polkas. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yl7wCczgNUc] So when I first sought to write a blog piece about rock musicians from Wisconsin, that seemed like a forlorn venture. Turned out it wasn’t, because when I first wrote about rock musicians from Wisconsin, so many of them that I hadn’t mentioned came up in the first few days that I had to write a second blog entry fixing the omissions of the first. This list is about rock music, so it will not include, for instance, Milwaukee native and Ripon College graduate Al Jarreau, who in addition to having recorded a boatload of music for the jazz and adult contemporary/easy listening fan, also recorded the theme music for the ’80s TV series “Moonlighting.” Nor will it include Milwaukee native Eric Benet, who was for a while known more for his former wife, Halle Berry, than for his music, which includes four number one singles on the Ru0026amp;B charts, “Spend My Life with You” with Tamia, “Hurricane,” “Pretty Baby” and “You’re the Only One.” Nor will it include Wisconsin’s sizable contributions to big…
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    • “Super Steve, Man of Action!”
    • Too much TV
    • The worst music of allu0026nbsp;timeThe rock group Jefferson Airplane titled its first greatest-hits compilation “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane.” Rolling Stone magazine was not being ironic when it polled its readers to decide the 10 worst songs of the 1990s. I’m not sure I agree with all of Rolling Stone’s list, but that shouldn’t be surprising; such lists are meant for debate, after all. To determine the “worst,” songs appropriate for the “Vinyl from Hell” segment that used to be on a Madison FM rock station, requires some criteria, which does not include mere overexposure (for instance, “Macarena,” the video of which I find amusing since it looks like two bankers are singing it). Before we go on: Blog posts like this one require multimedia, so if you find a song you hate on this blog, I apologize. These are also songs that I almost never listen to because my sound system has a zero-tolerance policy — if I’m listening to the radio or a CD and I hear a song I don’t like, it’s, to quote Bad Company, gone gone gone. My blonde wife won’t be happy to read that one of her favorite ’90s songs, 4 Non Blondes’ “What’s Up,” starts the list. (However,…
    • “You have the right to remain silent …”
  • Madison
    • Blasts from the Madison media past
    • Blasts from my Madison past
    • Blasts from our Madison past
    • What’s the matter with Madison?
    • Wisconsin – Madison = ?
  • Sports
    • Athletic aesthetics, or “cardinal” vs. “Big Red”
    • Choose your own announcer
    • La Follette state 1982 (u0022It was 30 years ago todayu0022)
    • The North Dakota–Wisconsin Hockey Fight of 1982
    • Packers vs. Brewers
  • Hall of Fame
    • The case(s) against teacher unions
    • The Class of 1983
    • A hairy subject, or face the face
    • It’s worse than you think
    • It’s worse than you think, 2010–11 edition
    • My favorite interview subject of all time
    • Oh look! Rural people!
    • Prestegard for president!
    • Unions vs. the facts, or Hiding in plain sight
    • When rhetoric goes too far
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