Wednesday, January 23, 2019

 

The unseen costs of the shutdown

For many, perhaps even most, people there is no tangible sign of the partial government shutdown. That's because little of what the federal government does is providing direct services. They inspect the meat rather than sell it, so when you go to the store you still see a lot of meat, but don't see the fact that inspections have been cut. And when you get sick, you don't know the cause.

The FBI Agents Association just put out a fascinating report on how the shutdown has impacted their work. You can read the whole thing here.

The most obvious consequence of the shutdown is that the agents are not being paid. But there is more:

-- forensic interviews in sex offenses agains children are being delayed.
-- counseling services for sex trafficking victims has been curtailed.
-- they can't fund local initiatives.
-- funding for some kinds of investigations has run out.
-- translators are unavailable.

I suspect there are many agencies with similar problems...

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

 

MLK Breakfast

Yesterday morning, I went to Minneapolis's gigantic MLK breakfast. 2500 people were there, including both Minnesota Senators, a bunch of Congresspeople, and a fun bunch of people from my school. The speaker was Don Lemon, who both like and kind of know a little bit.

I left the event glad for the time with my friends from school and the pretty good speech by Don Lemon, but disappointed, too.  Like many events celebrating King, the point seemed to be to reduce his message to the easiest, least controversial bits-- basically, "people should be nice to each other." It's a good point--in fact, it is the heart of Jesus's Second Great Commandment-- but it is also one that few people disagree with in principle and which has been articulated already by activists as diverse as Rodney King, Rodney Dangerfield, and Barney the Dinosaur. (I suppose this is one area where it really does not matter if a speaker is black, white or purple). There was, in fact, almost no discussion of race by any of the speakers.

It is at best an incomplete message. King's genius was to reveal deep ugliness in our society. There was an edge to what he said-- just like Jesus had an edge. He challenged convention, named names, and insisted on change in specific ways. He championed the poor. He condemned those who stood by the sidelines. He called out the "teachers of the law" and others who ignored human dignity.

 No one left uncomfortable. And that was wrong.

Monday, January 21, 2019

 

The Red Green Show

Sometimes, Haiku Friday introduces me to something I did not know. This was one of those weeks, and it was all thanks to this haiku by Gavin:

The Red Green Show, eh?
Canadian TV’s “best.”
SNL in plaid.


Sunday, January 20, 2019

 

Sunday Reflection: Not Yet at the Mountaintop


Tomorrow is MLK day here in the US. It's an important holiday, given that the legacy and present reality of racism is the defining challenge of our country. The day set aside to consider this, though, is increasingly being used to celebrate a false sense of "mission accomplished."

I co-authored a piece about it with one of my heroes, Nkechi Taifa, who has done more than anyone I know to address the racial disparities in our criminal justice system.  You can read the whole thing here. It begins this way:

As politicians and office-holders trot out their annual tributes to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., beware of a big lie that has too often been front and center in these speeches. In short, it is this: That there was racism in America, that Dr. King came and solved the problem, and now we are lucky to live in a post-racial America.


Saturday, January 19, 2019

 

So.... You think YOUR apartment is cramped?


Friday, January 18, 2019

 

Haiku Friday: Bad TV



The terrible New Years special highlighted here yesterday has had my mind buzzing about bad television ever since. Let's haiku about that this week! We all suffered through-- and sometimes loved-- some television that really just was not that good. Here, I will go first:

A nuclear war
Spared only Volvo drivers
What next, humankind?

Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable formula, and have some fun!

Thursday, January 17, 2019

 

The Worst New Years Eve Special Ever!



Sometimes I stumble across something so amazingly awful that I just have to share it. And that is the case with "First Night with Jaime Kennedy 2013," an event so riddled with technical issues, F-bombs, dead air and stoned/drunk/racist performers that it is usually considered one of the worst television shows of all time.  The whole thing comes to a fitting end when they get midnight wrong by ten seconds and then a fight breaks out on the stage during the credits.

In the video above you can literally jump to almost any point in the broadcast and find content that is both horrifying and oddly hard to stop watching, like a NASCAR race that is all crashes.  Or, if you are feeling lazy, here is a low-lights reel:





Wednesday, January 16, 2019

 

My First Piece in the Atlantic!


Yesterday, the Atlantic posted a piece I co-authored with Rachel Barkow and Mark Holden, titled The Clemency Process is Broken. Trump Can Fix It.  I hope you will read it!



Tuesday, January 15, 2019

 

You won! Now you get every kind of burger...



Last night at the White House, President Trump hosted the Clemson Tigers football team, who just won the national championship over Alabama. That's an old and good tradition.

Things did get a little weird, though. It appears that instead of setting out the usual spread or calling over to his hotel a few blocks away, Trump sent out for, basically, every kind of fast-food hamburger and a few pizzas. It seems to have something to do with the government shutdown, but that is a little murky.

Apparently, Trump thought that cold hamburgers are what football players eat. "I think we're going to serve McDonald's, Wendy's, & Burger King, with some pizza. I would think that's their favorite food," Trump said before the event. My own hunch is that elite athletes probably pay some attention to nutrition at least some of the time, but that's a guess.

In fairness, if you look closely I think there is a tray of salads in plastic clamshells on the table, too. And Trump reported that he paid for the spread himself, so that's good.

Still... probably another first for the White House.







Monday, January 14, 2019

 

Haiku on brothers



Wow! I like what people did with this one.

The Spanish Medievalist offered this:

Somos hermanos,
Pepe y yo, gemelos de
Distintas madres.

Which, according to the online translator I used, comes out in English this way:

Sleeping brother
Pees on your gemstones
Disinfecting them.

Meanwhile, we had this offering from Susan Stabile, which made me want fresh fruit:

My only brother
loves Harry and David pears.
So I send him some.

And Jill Scoggins sent this, which is either about a brother in Puerto Rico or Public Relations:

My P.R. brother 
from another mother. We
clicked at first phone call.

My favorite was the most poignant, from Megan Willome:

I don't even know
who you are anymore. But
you are my brother.






Sunday, January 13, 2019

 

Sunday Reflection: On withdrawing

There is this tension among many people of faith-- of many faiths-- between being engaged with the world and being withdrawn from it. You can't make a difference without being engaged, but withdrawing from the world ensures a kind of purity by avoiding all the mess that comes with engagement.

I have met people who have almost completely withdrawn from mainstream society because of its "corruption." They live in a remote place and stay there. They tell me it comes from their deep sense of Christianity.

I would never choose that. Christ called us to engagement, after all; it is at the heart of the Second Great Commandment, since you can't love your neighbor unless you know them.

And there is also my favorite story, just about, in all of the Gospels. The Apostles, or many of them, withdraw after the death of Jesus. They head out to the Sea of Galilee and fish. The resurrected Jesus, though, finds them. He tells Peter, the most enthusiastic of them, to "feed my sheep."

And we know what happens next. Peter engages with that broad world, the beloved creation, this big remarkable society we are all a part of. It's messy. But how could it not be? It is where we are meant to be.



Saturday, January 12, 2019

 

Unruly

If you look at the photo in the post below, you will notice that my hair is pretty unruly (particularly in contrast to my brothers, which is much more ruly than mine). And, honestly, that was probably an above-average day.

I'm not sure why (probably genetics), I have a lot of hair and not much control over it. The introduction of some gray hair has compounded rather than solved the problem. The barber schedules extra time for me, and then when he is done it still looks pretty goofy. There's just not much that can be done.

Like a lot of people with a problem, in the the absence of any way to solve that problem I like to imagine that it is secretly a strength. If I go into a meeting, for example, it probably lowers the expectations of others when I look like I might be homeless or (at best) some kind of mad scientist. Then if I say something halfway intelligent, it seems surprisingly worthwhile!

Or, maybe it is just time to start wearing hats more often.

Friday, January 11, 2019

 

Haiku Friday: Brothers


Everyone, just about, has a brother of some kind. Biological, spiritual, adopted in the best part of your imagination-- maybe all three. 

I lucked out in the brother department. He is someone I both love and admire. And if you know Will, you probably do, too.

Let's haiku about brothers this week. Here, I will go first:

We come from one place
Brothers of the same mother
Different; the same.

Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern, and have some fun!


Thursday, January 10, 2019

 

Political Mayhem Thursday-- the Shutdown


While President Trump is off visiting the border today, the partial government shutdown enters its 20th day-- one day short of the modern record, according to the New York Times (which also provided the photo above, of the President heading up to meet with Republican legislators).

The Shutdown is affecting many people in a very real way. In a nation where even many middle-class workers live paycheck-to-paycheck, the lack of a paycheck matters.

I see a few ways this may end:

1) The President declares a national emergency that allows him to use military funding to build the wall, then re-opens the affected agencies. This may end up being a fine outcome, since it is possible and even likely that a court will enjoin the emergency order, the government will re-open, and nothing really will change.

2) The President may find some other way to declare victory, such as announcing that since the Wall will be funded indirectly by Mexico through foggy math and trade agreements, it doesn't matter and he can re-open government.

3) Mexico could just decide to pay for the wall as Trump always promised. Frankly, at this point a lot of people would not blame Mexico for building a wall to keep Americans out given the way our society seems headed.

4) Democrats could decide to call it a day, give Trump the money he wants, and explain that the wall won't actually be built for many years, if ever. Just obtaining the land in many areas will be a challenge, and if you have been to the Southwest Texas border, you know how hard it will be to build anything there.

So... what do you think will happen? And when?

Wednesday, January 09, 2019

 

I'll just leave this fact right here....

African-American members of the House of Representatives

1933: 
Democratic - 1
Republican - 1

2019: 
Democratic - 51
Republican - 1

Tuesday, January 08, 2019

 

Best Concert



Every once in a while, someone will ask me what the best concert I ever went to was. Actually, it is nearly always IPLawGuy who asks me this question. I tell him that it was the Ramones in 1996, and he usually says something like "Incorrect," as he takes a long sip of peach schnapps from someone's  Hello Kitty water bottle. "The correct answer is the Skip Castro Band at the Wigwam in 1982."

I kinda understand his position. He is just sore that I didn't take him to that Ramones show, which was in DC. I can't remember why-- probably it was a last minute thing, or he was off in Switzerland or something. I was there for DOJ training. Anyways, the show was weird and amazing. For some reason, it was in an old warehouse in Anacostia, a big un-air-conditioned space which was a strange choice in August in DC.

But, somehow, that made it better. It was steamy and hot, people were dancing all over in that bouncing-up-and-down way, and they played for two hours straight through wearing leather jackets the whole time. And they were on. The gap between songs seemed to be two or three seconds, max, and then there would be the countdown and they were roaring again. I'd love to see it again.

And you?

Monday, January 07, 2019

 

Book talk....

I love books. And I loved these two haiku about books...

First, we have Jill Scoggins just tellin' the truth!

What’s the best book? One
that makes you crazy sad when
it ends, wanting more.

And then there is the Medievalist, laying out a sad reality about himself (but one which could be easily remedied!):

I never read it,
To Kill a Mockingbird, Scout,
Jem, Atticus, Boo.

Sunday, January 06, 2019

 

Sunday reflection: A day is a thousand years...

This morning I will be giving the sermon at First Covenant Church in Minneapolis. If you can, come by-- the service starts at 9:30.

The passage is from 2 Peter 3, and includes the idea that to God, one day is like 1,000 years, and 1,000 years is like a single day. It's a confounding thought--like wearing a microscope on one eye, and a telescope on the other-- and scary in both directions.

After all, if one day is like 1,000 years to God, that means that he sees everything, like "bullet time" in the movies. His eye is indeed on the sparrow-- and on us. We are intimately known, and no secrets are hid. That's terrifying! Few of us really want to be truly known; we imagine that we can cabin away at least small, secret parts of ourselves.

And what of 1,000 years being like a single day?

That describes a God that spans the universe-- who is beyond our comprehension. And that means that we do not know more than a tiny fraction of what God does.

What does that unsettle? Certainty.

And from what I have seen, it is certainty--about who is favored and who is abhorrent to God, about which political party is right (according to God), and about who is going to Hell-- that has been at the root of the worst things done in God's very name.

Saturday, January 05, 2019

 

2014 was a long time ago...

The Baylor team I still root for is Kim Mulkey's Lady Bears, and they did something remarkable this week: defeated the UConn juggernaut. It was UConn's first regular-season loss since 2014.

That's a pretty remarkable streak, especially given that UConn always plays a tough out-of-conference schedule, and is in a decent league. Baylor is ranked #8 in the country, but I suspect they will be moving up!

Friday, January 04, 2019

 

Haiku Friday: Books!


I love books. Mostly writing them: my third came out last year--the picture above shows my sister Kathy holding the second one). Of course, sometimes I like reading them, too. Lots of people got books for Christmas; others put together reading lists for the new year. So, with books on the mind, let's haiku!

Here, I will go first:

The store overwhelms
So full of wonders. I stroll
Hours pass quickly.

Now it is your turn! Just use the 5/7/5 syllable pattern and have some fun!


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