• Biden wants you immobile

    March 27, 2024
    US politics, Wheels

    Charles C.W. Cooke:

    Like many Americans, I have all manner of problems with the Biden administration’s ongoing attempt to coerce us into electric vehicles over the next decade. I object to the federal government presuming that its role in our lives includes telling us what we may drive; I am unpersuaded that the law the White House is using accords Washington, D.C., the power to remake the car industry; and I am bothered by the false assumption that, because upper-middle-class people seem to like Teslas, the average citizen is yearning for his Ford Explorer or Toyota Corolla to be converted into a glorified golf cart. But, in addition to all of these more reasoned explanations for my opposition, I have another: I like cars.=

    Does that seem irrelevant to this debate? If it does, it shouldn’t. This is a free country, and one of the good things about free countries is that the people who live in them are allowed to decide how they want to live without apologizing for it. America is a complicated place, and it can be hard to put one’s finger on exactly what makes America so American, but, for me at least, one of the things that springs to mind when I try is that it is full of gasoline-powered cars. It is true that, if those cars went away, America would not instantly perish, but that is also true of baseball and jazz and hamburgers and the Rocky Mountains and rollercoasters and the Statue of Liberty, and that it is true is not an argument in favor of rapidly phasing those things out either. Properly understood, conservatism consists of a great deal more than reaction, but, within reason, there is a place for reaction within it. I like America, and because I like America, I do not wish to see America as it is currently constituted go away. Petrol engines are part of America. I wish to keep them.

    I do not believe that I am alone in this. Indeed, it is telling that, during his chat with Robert Hur, the primary architect of our glorious EV future, President Joe Biden, wanted so badly to talk about his 1967 Corvette Stingray that he resorted to making engine noises in the interview room. The setting aside, most of us understand this instinct. Automobiles make noises, and those noises are pleasing to us. At the most elementary level, they provide feedback that makes us feel at one with the vehicle; at a more exotic level, they help us to appreciate the engineering brilliance that has gone into the ride. Think about how many movies we make about high-end cars — Ferrari, Days of Thunder, Talladega Nights — and how instrumental the sounds are to their success. There is something visceral and appealing and real about gasoline engines that excites onlookers. When playing pretend, little kids say “vroom-vroom,” rising up through each note and then dropping down as they feign the changing of gears. Moving at high speed in the manner that we now do is unnatural, and the roar of the car keeps us aware of that. To take it away is to sterilize that experience in a way that consumers tend not to like.

    For some, however, that sterilization seems to be the point. I am by no means a Luddite or a technophobe — in fact, the opposite — but I am also not blind, and I have detected in the leading advocates of mandatory electrification a profound hostility toward cars and toward the people who like them. Nobody involved in this project much cares that a great culture will be lost if the EV brigade gets its way, because nobody involved in this project values that culture in the slightest. For some, it is an indulgence that pales in comparison to the importance of fighting climate change. For others, it represents antediluvian resistance to the necessary commodification of travel. Look at a 1965 Ford Mustang, and then look at the aesthetic abortion that is the EV that is now called the “Ford Mustang,” and you will see what I mean. One of them is a work of love; the other is an anodyne computer with wheels. If our self-appointed arbiters of taste get their own way, that shift will be universal.

    When pressed, the Biden administration insists that it is not banning petroleum cars. But this — in the long run — is a lie. The most recent federal edict demands that, by 2032, 69 percent of all new cars must be either entirely electric or plug-in hybrids or similarly green, but, of course, there is nothing special about that number. That a 31 percent market share would help to destroy the petroleum-car industry is both obvious and deliberate, but, even if it were not, the next stage would involve the raising of that threshold to 75, and then 85, and then 95, and then . . . kaput. Contrary to the bleating of the slippery-slope skeptics, “We already do X” is one of the most powerful rhetorical devices in modern political life. If Biden’s rules go into effect, the march toward prohibition will be ineluctable, and everyone involved with their promulgation knows it. In resisting, there will be time for objections that are practical and objections that are legal and objections that are rooted in a deep-seated discomfort with the micromanagement of private life, but, before we get to that, I wanted to speak up for an underappreciated virtue in the realm of regulatory policy: fun. I like gasoline-powered cars, and you’ll take my ability to buy them at will from my cold, oil-stained hands.

    Rich Lowry adds:

    One of Joe Biden’s notable digressions when getting deposed by Special Counsel Robert Hur was about driving his beloved 1967 Corvette Stingray convertible.

    Which wasn’t surprising — the president genuinely loves his car. And why not? It’s a thing of beauty and, for its time, it was a splendid feat of engineering.

    A paradox of the Biden administration is that the old-school car enthusiast is — in the name of the future and of saving the planet — waging a war on the internal-combustion-engine cars that he so admires and that have helped define American life over the past 100 years.

    The internal-combustion-engine automobile ranks as one of the modern world’s most transformative innovations. Prior to the advent of trains, travel by land was an absolute misery, even for the wealthy and privileged. Then, the car, in effect, took the train and put it in the hands of individuals.

    It was a revolutionary leap ahead for personal freedom and mobility. It changed where we live (catalyzing the growth of the suburbs) and how we work (making it easier to commute). It obviously made it possible to go more places and gave rise to new types of businesses catering to a newly footloose population, including motels and fast-food restaurants. It knit the country together via a road network that facilitated untold economic activity and created the auto-manufacturing industry, as well as industries providing parts and fuel for cars.

    To an unusual extent, people feel bonded to their cars. There are car enthusiasts, but not enthusiasts for other 20th-century implements that changed our way of life. No one speaks wistfully of the refrigerator they owned 40 years ago, or reads fan magazines devoted to plumbing. Even for consumers who aren’t devotees of cars, what to buy is an intensely personal choice; this is a why there is a dizzying array of brands offering an immense range of choices.

    The Biden administration push to get people into electrical vehicles is running directly into the chief advantage of internal-combustion-engine cars, which is the sheer convenience.

    One area of resistance to electric vehicles is “range anxiety,” or the fear that an electric vehicle will run out of its charge. That’s often exaggerated; electric cars have acquired more range now, and most people aren’t driving 300 miles in a single trip. Nevertheless, there are reasonable concerns about the ability to find a charging station and how long it will take to recharge the vehicle compared to filling up at a gas station.

    Gas stations already exist (about 145,000 of them with a million gas pumps), and no one had to subsidize their creation. They are convenient, cost-effective, and make economic sense.

    Making charging stations available on a comparable scale will present formidable obstacles. As Mark Mills of the National Center for Energy Analytics points out in a paper on electric cars, transporting the large amounts of energy at the necessary scale using electric energy via wires and transformers is much more expensive than doing it with oil via pipelines and tanks. Installing the super-chargers necessary to make charging somewhat rapid — but still slower than gassing up — will require “a grid power demand comparable to a small town or steel mill.”

    This isn’t to say electric cars aren’t attractive to some consumers, especially those with their own garages for overnight charging and with the resources to spend on a fun, interesting second or third car. Tesla has made major inroads in the upscale category. Good for them. More choice is better.

    An all-electric-car future is very far off, though, and internal-combustion-engine automobiles aren’t embarrassing artifacts of the past. Their cost, convenience, reliability, and size — more than half of automobiles sold in the U.S. are SUVs — make them hugely appealing. They are also getting constant upgrades. According to Mills, since 1975, “the average automobile today has 100 more horsepower, weighs 1,000 pounds more, and has doubled in fuel efficiency.”

    Joe Biden’s Corvette is now an antique, but the basic technology is as important, and incredibly user-friendly, as ever.

     

     

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  • Presty the DJ for March 27

    March 27, 2024
    Music

    Today in 1958, CBS Records announced it had developed stereo records, which would sound like stereo only on, of course, stereo record players.

    The irony is that CBS’ development aided its archrival, RCA, which owned NBC but also sold record players:

    For similar reasons NBC was the first network to do extensive color. NBC was owned by RCA, which sold TVs.

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  • Presty the DJ for March 26

    March 26, 2024
    Music

    The number one British single today in 1956 is an oxymoron, or describes an oxymoron:

    Today in 1965, Rolling Stones Mick Jagger, Brian Jones and Bill Wyman were all shocked by a faulty microphone at a concert in Denmark. Wyman was knocked unconscious for several minutes.

    The number one British single today in 1967:

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  • Commie Bernie strikes again

    March 25, 2024
    US business, US politics

    Jonah Goldberg:

    Bless Bernie Sanders’ heart. I think his proposal for Americans to work less is kind of adorable. It’s so retro, so old school, I feel like he should follow up with calls to enforce the Kellogg-Briand Pact—“Stop this war or we’ll shoot!”—or for the abolition of private property.

    “It is time to reduce the stress level in our country and allow Americans to enjoy a better quality of life,” Sanders insists. “It is time for a 32-hour workweek with no loss in pay.”

    Kevin Williamson or Scott Lincicome are probably better equipped to illustrate why this is such a cockamamie idea. But I’ll give it a whirl. Imagine if Sanders proposed that every business in the country—large and small—give every American an extra day’s pay without requiring an additional day of work. That’s like a 20 percent raise. (I say “like” both because math is hard and because I have no idea if you should count the value of health benefits and stuff like that. But if the standard workweek is five days, paying for a sixth day looks like a 20 percent bump to me).

    This would put a lot of people out of work. But there is an upside, of course: These people would now have a seven-day weekend to relax.

    Even for businesses that could afford this, the rise in payroll would be an onerous tax, the cost of which would have to be passed on to consumers. When labor costs suddenly go up, either people have to be fired or prices have to go up.

    The same concept applies to Sanders’ proposal. I don’t want to get super technical here, but businesses—all businesses—basically sell things. These things might be widgets, they might be inflatable romantic companions, they might be nuclear reactors or GI Joes with a Kung-Fu grip. Those are what some economists call “goods.” The other things businesses sell are called “services,” a category that includes things like haircuts, car repairs, bookkeeping, heart surgery, and companionship of the non-inflatable variety (which may come with a Kung-Fu grip, too). When you mandate that the labor inputs for goods and services be reduced by 20 percent while the compensation remains the same, you are imposing costs on businesses. A restaurant that in effect loses 20 percent of its staff will have to hire more people to work “weekends.” If the restaurant wants to stay open, it will either hire additional workers or buy machines that replace workers. Either way, the owner will have to pass the costs of that on to the customer. That won’t do wonders to fight inflation.

    I could go on. There’s a fun philosophical point to be made here. Things that are true are true for many reasons (Plato talks about this somewhere). Two plus two equals four because the sum of two and two equals four. But “two plus two equals four” is also true because one plus one plus one plus one equals four. Two plus two equals four because two times two is also four.

    Conversely, things that are wrong are also wrong for many reasons. Two plus two doesn’t equal a duck, because ducks aren’t numbers. And for a bunch of other reasons. Trust me.
    Sanders’ suggestion that it’d be easy to suddenly reduce the number of days worked without also reducing the compensation is a cathedral of wrongness built upon a foundation of error, held together with the mortar of ridiculousness. It’s wrong from every angle I can think of and probably for many more that I can’t think of. Set aside the impropriety of the state telling businesses to pay people not to work. Set aside the inflationary aspects. Think about the effects such a move would have on productivity.
    Now, you might think some productivity isn’t that important. Who cares if it takes businesses longer to produce the next iPhone or TV show? Well, I do. But maybe you don’t. Fine. But what about the next cancer treatment? Sending researchers home every Thursday instead of every Friday has consequences. That’s 52 Fridays out of the year. Granted, I don’t know a lot about cancer research, but I suspect removing 52 days a year of looking at microscopes and Petri dishes would slow things down a bit.
    Now, none of this is to say that businesses can’t—or shouldn’t—offer shorter work weeks. My only point is that if employers want to do that, they shouldn’t be forced to because an 82-year-old socialist thinks he has a firmer grasp of their balance sheet than they do.
    I mentioned last week that I recently gave a talk about how we live in a philodoxical age and I can’t really get the idea out of my head. Philodoxy means the love of opinion, and Eric Voegelin used the term to illuminate the purpose of philosophy. Philosophy is the love of wisdom, and wisdom depends on truth. Untrue wisdom is an oxymoron. So philosophers deal with truth. Philosophy that doesn’t deliberately engage with truth isn’t philosophy. Intellectual projects based on falsehood or opinion untethered from wisdom and reality are philodoxical—or BS, if you prefer. The philosopher tries to understand and describe reality; the philodoxer plays games with words, feelings, opinions, and myths that might tickle our intuitions and feel truthy, but aren’t actually true. From Voegelin:

    The term philosophy does not stand alone but gains its meaning from its opposition to the predominant philodoxy. Problems of justice are not developed in the abstract but in opposition to wrong conceptions of justice, which in fact reflect the injustice current in the environment. The character of the Philosopher himself gains its specific meaning through its opposition to that of the Sophist, who engages in misconstructions of reality for the purpose of gaining social ascendance and material profits.

    For Voegelin, philodoxy—again, love of opinion—is a way to escape what he called “the tension of existence.” Now, I’m no expert on Voegelin. I’m at best a dabbler. But what I take from this is that people find comfort in falsehood, myths, ideologies, ideas, opinions, or what Alexis de Tocqueville described somewhere as “clear, but false ideas.” It gets a bit more complicated for Voegelin, because what people really crave is a goal or end or eschaton that gives them a sense of purpose and transcendent meaning.

    But I’m going to pull up on the yoke before I crash this plane into a mountain of philosophical verbiage. We live in a moment where reality is a matter of opinion, where the “ought” crowds out the “is,” and where opinion is a substitute for what is real.

    At the highest level, our discourse is driven by what you might call intellectual aesthetics—only pretty or pleasing ideas are allowed. Facts that run counter to opinion are like pebbles in the soup or rubber bands in the ice cream. Get them out of there or eat around them.
    Bernie Sanders believes the economy ought to work the way he wants it to, so he’s going to just proceed as if it does. Electric vehicles fit the Biden administration’s narrative about how we ought to live, so let’s just ignore the costs—environmental and economic—and put the pedal to the metal. Hell, let’s just act as though Americans will eventually like them. Nuclear power would fight the “existential threat” of climate change far better than windmills, but nuclear power is aesthetically icky while windmills are lovely. Inflation is pissing people off, but the idea that reckless government spending might be responsible is discomfiting, so let’s blame corporate greed.

    Indeed, Joe Biden is a victim of a generation of liberals who believed that inflation was a kind of myth, a dead metaphor, rather than an economic reality. Three years ago, Rick Perlstein thought he was really on to something when he came up with the searing hot philodoxical take that the inflation of the 1970s was nothing more than a “moral panic:”

    So, you have to ask: What were these people really talking about when they talked about inflation?

    The conclusion I’ve drawn is that this was a form of moral panic. The 1970s was when the social transformations of the 1960s worked their way into the mainstream. “Inflation spiraling out of control” was a way of talking about how more permissiveness, more profligacy, more individual freedom, more sexual freedom had sent society spiraling out of control. “Discipline” from the top down was a fantasy about how to make all the madness stop.

    See? People weren’t really mad at high food and gas prices. They were pissed at “sexual freedom!” Nixon imposed wages and price controls to reassure people freaked out by licentiousness and libertinism.

    The right, for what it’s worth, is hardly immune to philodoxical nonsense of its own. House Speaker Mike Johnson is open to a commission to study the national debt, but only if it refuses to consider raising taxes or cutting Social Security and Medicare. I’m open to a commission that addresses the problem of bears defecating in our national forests, but only if it mandates that bears be taught to poop in empty picnic baskets. Everything about Donald Trump is philodoxical now. His lovers cannot tolerate obvious facts, nor can his haters. With Trump, to borrow a phrase from The Man Who Shot Liberty Valence, the rule is always to print the legend.

    The glorification of opinion over reality helps explain why so many people of authority do not want to do their actual jobs. To do your actual job means dealing with the messiness of facts and risks that most terrible of consequences: “accountability.” We don’t need to cut spending or raise taxes, we can grow out of all of our problems or simply take a scythe to “waste, fraud, and abuse”—not because this is true, but because it has become a widely held opinion and asks nothing of people.

    Crime in Washington, D.C., has soared in recent years, but in 2022, per the Washington Post, “federal prosecutors in the District’s U.S. attorney’s office chose not to prosecute 67 percent of those arrested by police officers in cases that would have been tried in D.C. Superior Court.” Earlier this year, D.C. Attorney General Brian Schwalb told an angry community meeting that, when it comes to crime, the city “cannot prosecute and arrest our way out of it.” He went on to talk about the need to deal with crime by “surrounding young people and their families with resources.”

    This is a widely held opinion. It might even have some truth to it. But hear me out: Maybe, just maybe, it’s not an opinion that the capital’s chief law enforcement officer should hold. It’s a bit like having an underperforming salesman telling shareholders, “Look, we can’t solve all of the company’s problems by increasing sales.” But asking Schwalb to do the job he has would force him to deal with the pebbles in the soup. Better to reject wisdom—i.e., truth—and simply invoke an opinion that skirts the teeth-shattering facts.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for March 25

    March 25, 2024
    Music

    Today in 1964, the Beatles made their debut on the BBC’s “Top of the Pops”:

    The number one single today in 1967:

    The number one single today in 1972:

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  • Presty the DJ for March 24

    March 24, 2024
    Music

    Today in 1945, Billboard magazine published the first album chart, which makes Nat King Cole’s “The King Cole Trio” the number one number one album.

    The number one British album today in 1973 was Alice Cooper’s “Billion Dollar Babies”:

    The number one single today in 1973:

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  • Presty the DJ for March 23

    March 23, 2024
    Music

    The number one British single today in 1961:

    The number one single today in 1963:

    Today in 1973, the Immigration and Naturalization Service ordered John Lennon to leave the U.S. within 60 days.

    More than three years later, Lennon won his appeal and stayed in the U.S. the rest of his life.

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  • Presty the DJ for March 22

    March 22, 2024
    Music

    Today in 1956, a car in which Carl Perkins was a passenger on the way to New York for appearances on the Ed Sullivan and Perry Como shows was involved in a crash. Perkins was in a hospital for several months, and his brother, Jay, was killed.

    Today in 1971, members of the Allman Brothers Band were arrested on charges of possessing marijuana and heroin.

    The number one single today in 1975:

    The number one album today in 1975 was Led Zeppelin’s “Physical Graffiti”:

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  • It’s good advice (or not) that you just can’t take

    March 21, 2024
    media, US politics

    Kevin D. Williamson:

    Graciela Mochkofsky, dean of CUNY’s graduate school of journalism, has a proposal for the education of new journalists. Headline: “One Way to Help a Journalism Industry in Crisis: Make J-School Free.”

    Writing in the New York Times, Mochkofsky implores: “Research shows that towns that have lost sources of local news tend to suffer from lower voter turnout, less civic engagement and more government corruption. Journalists are essential just as nurses and firefighters and doctors are essential.” And from that, she concludes: “And to continue to have journalists, we need to make their journalism education free.”

    Nobody ever thinks he is part of the problem—even such obviously well-meaning people as the dean. There is an even simpler solution than making journalism school free: making journalism school history. That would be tough on the deans of journalism schools, but it would be the best thing for the business. Making journalism education “free” would have precisely one benefit: It would align the price of the product with its value.

    I spent many years in the trenches of the local—and hyperlocal—journalism Mochkofsky is concerned about, from Lubbock, Texas, to the Philadelphia suburbs to rural Colorado. During all those years, I never once intentionally hired anybody with a journalism degree—and, if I did hire a j-school graduate, it was an oversight that I’m sure I should regret. Undergraduate journalism education is an entirely worthless endeavor, and journalism majors would be far better off studying almost anything else, from economics to French novels; graduate journalism education is a mostly worthless endeavor, and the real value of prestigious programs such as Columbia’s is in signaling and networking. As I said a few years ago in a speech hosted by the journalism school of a major university: The news business, the people who work in it, and the people currently studying journalism in college would be better off, on the whole, if we closed down the journalism schools tomorrow. There are very few areas of life about which I am a burn-it-down guy, but, when it comes to journalism schools, I’ve got the matches and the gasoline ready to go.

    Let me add some nuance to the arson.

    Partly, the issue at hand here is the fundamental organizational problem of higher education in the United States: our national unwillingness, inability, or refusal to distinguish between higher education and job training. Partly the problem is in the social peculiarities of the media business, in which the content-producing side is dominated by would-be social-reformers and do-gooders who don’t understand the business side (and who often hold it in contempt) while the business side is dominated by ad salesmen and accountants who don’t know what a newspaper is for (and often hold it in contempt). Journalism schools make the situation worse on both sides of the issue by acting as incubators of groupthink and conformism and as a quasi-credentialing apparatus, which diminishes the overall quality of reporting and commentary in our news pages by chasing innovative people out of the business, and, in doing so, exacerbates the economic challenges. Journalism schools are the primary party responsible for transplanting the insipid culture—and lax work ethic—of the American college campus to the newsroom.

    Students in law school spend time studying the work of James Madison, who never sat a day in law school in his life (his alma mater, Princeton, to this day somehow gets by without a law school) but who spent a great deal of time studying Latin, history, and literature, and somehow managed to produce the Constitution without the blessing of his local bar association. For most of the history of newspapers, journalists were some combination of entrepreneur, printer, reporter, essayist, and agitator, and there was no such thing as a journalistic credential—the work either passed the test of the reading public or it didn’t. Subjecting future reporters to the careful attention of the dean of journalism, the dean of students, the career counselor, etc., was supposed to elevate the standards of the profession.

    Credentialism did not elevate journalism—it neutered it.

    Consider the case of the Dallas Morning News, which is typical of the struggling big-city daily broadsheet. With more than 600 employees (according to its most recently published annual report) and $150 million a year in revenue, it is a big operation. Do you know how many news stories its news staff produced on Tuesday, when I wrote this? Ten, by my count. (I’m counting everything but sports and opinion.) My college newspaper routinely put out a bigger daily report than that. Much of what the Dallas paper produces is boring boosterism, and almost all of it is touched by the kind of bland, unreflective progressive sensibility that flourishes in the journalism schools. I subscribe to the Morning News (along with several other newspapers) and I almost never read anything in it that makes me say: Holy heck, I didn’t know that! And most of what I see in the Dallas paper that is of any interest I can read in the other papers I subscribe to: the New York Times, the Wall Street Journal, the Washington Post, etc. I’ll leave unremarked-on the fact that a Dallas Morning News digital subscription costs more than a basic New York Times digital subscription except to note that that’s a heck of a price for a cold boiled chicken of a newspaper.

    But, back to school.

    A four-year liberal-arts education is a wonderful thing in and of itself. And the less “practical” such an education is, the better, in my view. College students should be studying Latin and reading Lord Jim and learning about sociolinguistics and astronomy even if—especially if—they don’t plan scholarly careers in those areas. Yes, some subjects can’t help but be a little bit useful—but even the math-and-science types should be getting educations that are mainly educational, not vocational. That’s what universities are for. Giving young people a first-class liberal education is an expensive undertaking whose relationship to economic gains is tangential and very difficult to show. That’s one of the reasons we shouldn’t try to give too many young people that kind of an education. The other reason is that most young people don’t have what it takes to benefit much from such an education and/or don’t want one. What the majority of them need and want is something different: job training.

    There are jobs that require a great deal of education, including graduate education. Doctors, lawyers, certain kinds of scientists and engineers, and, of course, academics are examples of such occupations. The job of a reporter is not among these. If you want to teach an 18-year-old how to be a reporter covering the city council in San Bernardino (and I’ve reported on that ghastly organization), then you don’t need to charge him any tuition at all. In fact, you can reverse the direction of cash flow entirely and give him a paycheck—hire the kid to work as a reporter for six months or a year. If he likes the work anzd has some ability, then he’ll be able to learn on the job as an apprentice and should be reasonably capable in no more than a year. If he isn’t any good at it or doesn’t like the work—and it isn’t for everybody—then you’ll know pretty quickly, and you can do him and yourself the favor of not wasting everybody’s time and money by pretending that this kind of work requires four years of educational preparation—and, possibly, a master’s degree, to boot. The basic work of reporting isn’t easy, but it isn’t complicated.

    As reporters continue into their careers, they often will specialize, and that is where some additional formal training can be very useful. But what they need to study isn’t journalism. What they need is specialist preparation. For example, Loyola’s “Journalist Law School” program seems like the kind of thing that would be very, very valuable to a young reporter. A similar program that taught young reporters how to read corporate financial statements and the like would be useful. And that raises another reason we should get rid of journalism-degree programs entirely: Undergraduates majoring in journalism aren’t majoring in economics, biology, history, Arabic, engineering, literature—or anything else that makes them more useful and productive as journalists.

    Yes, practicality has a way of sneaking in. But that reinforces the point; The least important thing for a journalist to study is journalism.

    If we are to continue having programs at universities, I think we should raise the tuition as much as we can—it would discourage future journalists from wasting their time and taking in too much pabulum.

    Williamson may be one of the few conservative writers who sees the value of a liberal arts education. That is an increasingly minority viewpoint in conservatism, perhaps because of what liberal arts seems to have metastasized into, where “liberal” has a political meaning that was not intended.

    The journalism dean commits a giant logical foul when she claims that journalists are as important as firefighters and doctors and therefore journalism school should be free. Firefighters have to go to technical colleges (at least in Wisconsin) to get firefighter training (usually from firefighters) that either the firefighter or his employer must fund. Medical school is absolutely not free.

    As a journalism school graduate myself, I once said that the way to improve historically poor journalism salaries was to close journalism schools for five years to reduce the number of journalists under the rules of supply and demand determining salaries. The paradox now is that in many media outlets jobs go unfilled, but at the same time media-outlet employment has dropped significantly, in part due to closings of publications (including, as you know, business magazines), technology allowing work to be done by fewer people (particularly in broadcasting), and other business reasons.

    Thomson formerly owned most of the Wisconsin daily newspapers that Gannett now owns. Before Thomson exited the newspaper business it decided to create what it called the Reader Inc. Editorial Training Center, The Chicago Tribune did a story that noted that “Thomson’s program is deeply rooted in its own economic logic, driven in part by the company’s reputation as being more financially than journalistically sound.”

    Thomson’s premise was also based on the British model of journalism being a trade school subject rather than a four-year university program. Despite libel being a criminal offense in Britain, British newspapers are, shall we say, interesting reads.

    I am pretty sure I wrote a derisive opinion about Thomson’s venture, which didn’t last long in part because not long after this Thomson exited the newspaper business, selling all its Wisconsin dailies to Gannett. One of its first graduates apparently became a published author. (Of fiction, because one of his books apparently was a murder mystery where the hero is a reporter. That’s how you know it’s fiction.)

    I know a number of journalists who didn’t get journalism degrees. English is a common major. I’ve also had young reporters and freelance writers work for me, and usually I enjoyed the experience of showing them how to do their jobs and watching them progress. You start with the five Ws and the H — Who, What, When, Where, Why and How — and progress from there. I can rewrite anybody’s work (including the work of people in my line of work who should write better than they do), and I can tell them what information they need and how to go about getting it.

    Journalism totaled about one-third of my credits when I graduated from UW in 1988. (Ditto poli science, my other major; I also minored in history.) Many J-school students wondered why a journalism degree featured so much non-journalism class work. That was what was called “breadth” back in the day, part and parcel of a liberal arts education where you learn how to learn.

    If I were Williamson I would be more concerned about what is taught in journalism school than their existence. His issues with the Dallas Morning News are likely with its management, which may have witnessed the death of the Dallas Times Herald and everything else happening in the industry, and the fact that Dallas is pretty small-C conservative. Journalism is one of those lines of work where you learn by doing, and hopefully in the process your work is professionally judged. (Two of my best instructors were a New York Times reporter and a Madison TV news anchor, both of whom were still working while they were teaching.) At some point, after Watergate, some people in my line of work decided they wanted to change the world instead of reporting and not being part of the story. Too many journalists also want to be cool and/or “in,” which explains their uncritical coverage of government when said government matches their ideological bent. And no one has apparently been told to stop reporting about celebrities.

     

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  • Trump, truth and lies

    March 21, 2024
    US politics

    National Review asks a good question:

    Donald Trump routinely provides plenty of fodder for his critics, raising the question of why they still feel compelled to lie about him.

    Take his now-famous rally in Ohio last weekend. He saluted the anthem of the J6 choir at the outset and then called the imprisoned J6 rioters “hostages” and promised to pardon them.

    That, together with his frequent references to the 2020 election being stolen, would seem perfectly adequate material to catalyze several news cycles of outrage, and understandably so.

    But no, sticking to what was unambiguously said and meant wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. As we all know, the press and hostile commentators had to insist that Trump had directly threatened political violence by referring to a “bloodbath” if he doesn’t win election in 2024.

    It’s one thing to initially see a misleadingly edited clip of Trump’s speech and conclude that he was literally promising blood in the streets, and another to be aware of the context and blow right through it anyway.

    To take just one prominent example: Joe Scarborough passionately declared the other day that “bloodbath” meant literal bloodbath, context notwithstanding. The key tell for him was that Trump said “that’s going to be the least of it.” That’s a fairly obvious reference to there being other economic and policy disasters in a Biden second term. But Scarborough believes that even if Trump meant a metaphorical bloodbath in reference to the auto industry, he meant a literal bloodbath in reference to everything else.

    This is terrible exegesis, but his panel earnestly agreed. “There’s no need to parse this,” said Ed Luce of the Financial Times.

    So why does this happen? Why can’t Trump’s enemies hew to truthful critiques of him?

    Part of it is sheer partisanship. The Biden operation pushed out the idea that Trump was promising violence, and a lot of commentators were going to go along no matter what. Then, there’s the dopamine rush of new Trump outrages. He had called the J6 prisoners hostages before, so that didn’t rate anymore. It had to be something new, worse, and more exciting, something pleasingly apocalyptic, something that makes for grim-faced alarm on cable TV and self-righteous rants.

    More fundamentally, there is a belief among Trump’s haters that he must be a Nazi, and everything that can be used to portray him as one is fair game — indeed, fully justified.

    Timothy Snyder, the Yale historian who wrote a best-selling book on America becoming an autocracy under Trump, argues that we shouldn’t let the context distract from the fascist narrative about Trump.

    “Focusing on the cars,” he writes on his Substack, “has the effect of casting away the fascist overture and rest of the speech, and all of the other contexts. Those who speciously insist that Trump had in mind an automotive bloodbath never mention that he had just celebrated criminals, repeated the big lie, dehumanized people, and followed fascist patterns.”

    There you go, “bloodbath” is fake but accurate; technical accuracy is unhelpful to driving the larger message about Trump.

    This is the kind of thing, when it doesn’t serve an approved narrative, that is condemned as “disinformation.”

    Norm Eisen and Ruth Ben-Ghiat made much the same argument in a piece for MSNBC — the context is Trump’s authoritarianism, so please don’t bother us with the prattle about cars.

    The ever-thoughtful Amanda Marcotte wrote a piece headlined, “Trump’s call for a ‘bloodbath’ was literal — let’s not waste time pretending it was ambiguous.”

    She threw in Trump’s supposed dehumanization of immigrants as part of her fascist bill of particulars: “He also underscored the fascist ideology he was espousing by declaring that immigrants are ‘not people,’ and sneering, ‘But I’m not allowed to say that because the radical left says that’s a terrible thing to say.’ One doesn’t need a doctorate in history to recognize this blunt dehumanization is typically used to justify genocide and hate crimes. Frankly, most people who stoke racist violence tend to be more subtle than Trump with the dehumanizing rhetoric.”

    Never mind that Trump was talking about hypothetical MS-13 gang members jailed in foreign countries, context that has been left out of every news report and piece of commentary, as far as I can tell. This may already be one that has been repeated so often that many people may simply be unaware of the context — not that it matters when there’s a narrative to serve.

    If Trump is a Nazi, he must be portrayed as saying Nazi things. The truth, of course, is that sometimes overheated rhetoric about what will happen to the automotive industry is just overheated rhetoric about what will happen to the automotive industry.

    As has been observed many times, “bloodbathgate” and similar episodes hurt rather than help the anti-Trump case. His enemies still seem not to know or to care that, by so plainly distorting Trump’s meaning, they discredit themselves and legitimate criticisms of him.

    That’s the instrumental case against what they are doing. The more fundamental one is that the truth should matter, even when commenting on Donald Trump.

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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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    • 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
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    • 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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