Wednesday, May 12, 2010

You know what's stupid?

I was sitting here applying for unemployment insurance coverage and the thought occurred to me that my car insurance was unaffected by my job loss.  It has no idea that whether or not I have a job.  Yet my life, health, and dental insurances were all lost once I was asked to not show up to work.  That's a pretty stupid system that we've got there.

You know what else is a pretty stupid system?  The War on Drugs.

I had mentioned last week that the video of the drug raid in Missouri really pissed me off.  Well, on that subject, Radley Balko has an outstanding piece ("A Drug Raid Goes Viral") which makes the interesting point that "despite all the anger the raid has inspired, the only thing unusual here is that the raid was captured on video, and that the video was subsequently released to the press. Everything else was routine."

The closest I've ever been to illegal drugs was when I would drink beer before I was 21.  I've never done marijuana, meth, crack, etc.  It's just not my style.  With that said, one of the greatest failures of the 20th and 21st Centuries has to be the War on Drugs.  Prohibition never has and never will work.   With the War on Drugs, the cure has been far worse than the disease.  And the video of the "routine" drug raid in Missouri should give every citizen pause to think about what we're really doing here.  As Balko points out,
According to surveys of police departments conducted by University of Eastern Kentucky criminologist Peter Kraska, we've seen about a 1,500 percent increase in SWAT deployments in this country since the early 1980s. The vast majority of that increase has been to serve search warrants on people suspected of nonviolent drug crimes. SWAT teams are inherently violent. In some ways they're an infliction of punishment before conviction. This is why they should only be used in situations where the suspect presents an immediate threat to others. In that case, SWAT teams use violence to defuse an already violent situation. When they're used to serve drug warrants for consensual crimes, however, SWAT tactics create violence where no violence was present before. Even when everything goes right in such a raid, breaking into the home of someone merely suspected of a nonviolent, consensual crime is an inappropriate use of force in a free society.
The overwhelmingly negative reaction to the video is interesting. Clearly, a very large majority of the people who have seen it are disturbed by it. But this has been going on for 30 years. We've reached the point where police have no qualms about a using heavily armed police force trained in military tactics to serve a search warrant on a suspected nonviolent marijuana offender. And we didn't get here by accident. The war on drugs has been escalating and militarizing for a generation. What's most disturbing about that video isn't the violence depicted in it, but that  such violence has become routine.
As horrifying as the video from Columbia, Missouri, is, no human beings were killed. The police got the correct address, and they found the man they were looking for. In many other cases, such raids transpire based on little more than a tip from an anonymous or confidential informant. Nor is it unusual for raids just as violent as the one depicted in the video to turn up little in the way of drugs or weapons. (Whitworth wasn't exactly an outstanding citizen—he had a prior drug and DWI conviction. But he had no history of violence, and there were no weapons in the home.) Surveys conducted by newspapers around the country after one of these raids goes bad have found that police only find weapons of any kind somewhere between 10-20 percent of the time. The percentage of raids that turn up a significant amount of drugs tends to vary, but a large percentage only result in misdemeanor charges at worst.
Shooting the family's dogs isn't unusual, either. To be fair, that's in part because some drug dealers do in fact obtain vicious dogs to guard their supply. But there are other, safer ways to deal with these dogs than shooting them. In the Columbia case, a bullet fired at one dog ricocheted and struck another dog. The bullet could just as easily have struck a person. In the case of Tarika Wilson, a Lima, Ohio, SWAT officer mistook the sounds of a colleague shooting a drug dealer's dogs for hostile gunfire. He then opened fire into a bedroom, killing a 23-year-old mother and shooting the hand off of the one-year-old child in her arms.
The Columbia raid wasn't even a "no-knock" raid. The police clearly announced themselves before entering. The Supreme Court has ruled that police must knock and announce themselves before entering a home to serve a search warrant. If they want to enter without knocking, they have to show specific evidence that the suspect could be dangerous or is likely to dispose of contraband if police abide by the knock-and-announce rule. As is evident in the Columbia video, from the perspective of the people inside the home that requirement is largely ceremonial. If you were in a backroom of that house, or asleep, it isn't at all difficult to see how you'd have no idea if the armed men in your home were police officers. The first sounds you heard would have been gunfire.
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The militarization of America's police departments has taken place over a generation, due to a number of bad policy decisions from politicians and government officials, ranging from federal grants for drug fighting to a Pentagon giveaway program that makes military equipment available to local police departments for free or at steep discounts. Mostly, though, it's due to the ill-considered "war" imagery our politicians continue to invoke when they refer to drug prohibition. Repeat the mantra that we're at war with illicit drugs often enough, and the cops on the front lines of that war will naturally begin to think of themselves as soldiers. And that's particularly true when you outfit them in war equipment, weaponry, and armor. This is dangerous, because the objectives of cops and soldiers are very different. One is charged with annihilating a foreign enemy. The other is charged with keeping the peace.
To me, one of the most disturbing aspects of the video from Missouri is how the officers are dressed.  They are wearing every available piece of armor and equipment imaginable.  They are in full riot gear (minus the shields) over marijuana.  This is what it has come to, a weed is so important that we must be at war with it.

It's called "mission creep" and it is as reliable as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west.  Every government program starts with the greatest of intentions (and everyone knows what the path to hell is lined with).  "It's for the children," they'll say.  Or, "think about our society."  Or, "it's for the public good," or every other platitude that politicians sling about year after year.

And as a government program creeps along, the tentacles of it's mission stretch deeper and deeper into the lives of the citizenry, until one day, 30 years later, it's become "ok" for militarized cops to break down a door, fire a couple of rounds into a dog or two, and terrorize a man's wife and child, only to find that the "tip" they received about a man being a drug distributor was a bit of an exaggeration.  And I'm supposed to believe that the man with the "drug paraphernalia" is the bad guy?  That the man with the marijuana is the danger to society?

That's stupid.

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SONG"Hip To My Heart" by The Band Perry  --- great song (with a fairly lousy video) from a great new band with an odd band name.  It should also be noted that the rest of their debut EP is really great.

LOOKING FORWARD TO:  Watching two of my siblings graduate from their respective schools.  It's going to be great to see all of the family.  

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Things that have made me happy today.

  • The wife is officially done with her second year of law school!!!
  • I walked into the kitchen to find my dog's head buried deep into the trash can that I had mistakenly left out.  The look on his face after being caught red-handed was priceless.  We stood looking at each other, both dumbfounded at what the other is seeing, for a beat.  Then I said, "What are you doing?"  He responded by sending himself straight to timeout down in the basement.  It was flipping hilarious.
  •  Found a great deal on KC strip steaks at the local grocery store.  And they were delicious.
  • Got a call back for one of the jobs for which I've applied.  Alas, it's only part-time, so I'm not certain I'll take it.  Yet I was still pleased to get a nibble on one of the lines I've cast. 
  • I'm up $15,000 in play money on online poker.
  • Watching this video:
                                                                                              

    Things that have pissed me off today.

    I'm usually a fairly positive guy, but there were many things that pissed me off today.

    1)  Video of a SWAT raid in Missouri. As REASON's Radley Balko points out,
    SWAT team breaks into home, fires seven rounds at family's pit bull and corgi (?!) as a seven-year-old looks on.
    They found a "small amount" of marijuana, enough for a misdemeanor charge. The parents were then charged with child endangerment.
    So smoking pot = "child endangerment." Storming a home with guns, then firing bullets into the family pets as a child looks on = necessary police procedures to ensure everyone's safety.  Just so we're clear.
    2)  The reason I found out about this story is because I was able to read most of today's tweets on Twitter.  The reason I was able to read most Twitter tweets today is because today was the first day of my new job search.  I had to make up a resume and have sent out about two dozen applications.  That pisses me off.

    3)  As I was listening to sports talk-radio, one of the hosts announced their poll question of the day:  "Should Cinco de Mayo be a national holiday?"  Are you freaking kidding me?  Seriously?  There are people want to make a national holiday out of a date that gets limited (at most) celebration in Mexico?!?!  I imagine that these same people who would make it a U.S. national holiday are the same ones who mistakenly believe that May 5th is the Mexican Independence Day.  Those idiots piss me off.

    4)  While I'm in that same ballpark, another thing that pissed me off today was that ‘Los Suns’ Join Protest of Arizona’s New Law.  From the NYT,
    The Phoenix Suns delivered a powerful statement Wednesday night with a relatively subtle gesture: a three-letter addition to their uniforms.
    Their jerseys said “Los Suns” — a Spanish-English combination intended to acknowledge the Cinco de Mayo holiday and, more broadly, to express opposition to Arizona’s new law dealing with illegal immigrants
    You have got to be kidding me.  I'm sure that the people who see this act of solidarity by the Suns would be completely horrified if the owners of the Washington Wizards had pulled out their old "Washington Bullets" jerseys to show solidarity after D.C.'s handgun ban was struck down in the Heler case.  Bringing politics into sports pisses me off.  Can't I have one escape from politics?

    5)  My iPod pissed me off when it re-synced my entire library just as I was trying to get out the door to walk the dog with The Wife.  I about threw it across the room, I was so pissed.

    Honorable Mentions:
    • Only 4 people showed up for Tuesday night Volleyball, so we had to borrow players from other teams.  Freaking weak.
    • Our culture is so intrigued by "sex scandals" that even B-level celebrities like David Boreanaz get press for cheating on their wives. 
    • My best Facebook update/tweet of the week got very little reaction, which pissed me off because I thought I was such a genius for thinking of it: 


      I'm waiting for Alan Jackson to come out and say what everyone is thinking about the flooding in Nashville:  President Obama hates country music.


    Hopefully the rest of this week is better.  I feel that after identifying the items that are causing me to be in a pissy mood, I can get on with the rest of my life.

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    SONG:  "Sante Fe" by Drive-By Truckers --- I just got this album by DBT and I love it.  This band is what would have happened had Tom Petty been the lead singer of Lynyrd Skynyrd.  Great stuff.

    MOVIEYoung @ Heart --- this is probably the most powerful documentary I have ever watched.  Touching, inspiring, and entertaining.  Whether you rent, buy, or steal it, you must watch this movie.

    Here is the trailer to give you a taste of the Young @ Heart group:


    TELEVISION:  FRINGE: Season 1 -- The Wife and I have started watching this show on Netflix and it is very interesting and entertaining.  I knew I would want to watch this show one episode right after the other.  I knew I'd never be able to stick with it watching with a week between each episode, but back to back viewings are quite entertaining.  This show is a Sci-Fi version of Bones and/or House, which is a good thing.

    Sunday, April 25, 2010

    Draft Talk

    I'm not much of a football fan.  Don't get me wrong, I love to watch games and I root for the Broncos when they are on broadcast television, but I couldn't tell you who their left tackle is, nor could I tell you who is their offensive and/or defensive coordinator.  I don't follow the team (or any sports team for that matter) very closely.

    So, when I heard through Facebook and Twitter (no way I watch the draft, since it's both on cable television, which I don't have, and really boring) that the Denver Broncos selected Tim Tebow, the "controversial" quarterback from Florida, with one of their first round draft picks, I didn't really care one way or another.

    Some people were disappointed in this selection because apparently the Broncos already have two young quarterbacks (I only knew of the one quarterback, Kyle Orton, because he was there last year, but I have come to find out that somehow or other a fellow by the name of Brady Quinn is also a Bronco QB).  Since the Broncos are not desperate for a young quarterback, some people felt that the pick could have been used more wisely.

    Other people like the decision to take Tebow.  Some like his character and leadership characteristics.  Some like that he is one of the most athletically gifted guys to come out of this years draft.  Other people feel that this selection will create great competition at the quarterback position, which they hope will lead to the emergence of "The Next Elway".

    But me, I really didn't care one way or another.  At least I didn't care until I read this story in the Boston Herald:
    A Boston sports-radio host yesterday likened former Heisman Trophy winner Tim Tebow’s NFL draft party to a “Nazi rally,” a remark one media observer called an “amazing double standard.”
    Fred “Toucher” Toettcher said yesterday on 98.5 The Sports Hub, “It looked like some kind of Nazi rally. . . . So lily-white is what I’m trying to say. Yeah, Stepford Wives.”
    And I am now a Tim Tebow fan.  Did the sports jock misspeak?  I'm sure he did.  But anyone who can get some pissed-off liberal (I assume) sports-talk Mass-hole flustered just for being alive is a friend of mine.  I may be compelled to get a Tebow Broncos jersey just for the divisive properties such a jersey would hold.

    And it is especially fitting that the person who wore the #15 Broncos jersey last year, Brandon Marshall, was an amazing athlete but possessed and/or displayed little to no leadership abilities throughout the season, despite his being one of the most important offensive position players on the team.  So the Broncos traded Marshall and will be replacing his #15 with another #15 who is, in the minds of many, will be a greater leader/character than he will be an NFL quarterback, Mr. Timothy Tebow.

    Thursday, April 22, 2010

    The older I get...

    the more I wish I'd have been able to see George Carlin live.  This little bit of wisdom from the late, great genius seems fitting for Future Enviromentalist Indoctrination Earth Day.

    (And, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that you can expect some salty language in this piece.)

    Wednesday, April 21, 2010

    "An island unto himself, surrounded by water but dying of thirst."

    This is the analogy that Pete Landry used in his "The Masters - A Tale of Contrasts" post to describe Tiger Woods, and it is by far the best description of Tiger's personality.  Mr. Landry is the author of the great golf blog "Golf Grooves" and he attended this year's Masters tournament.  While at the Masters, he encountered two of the main people of Tiger's entourage, his caddy and his mother.
    As I meander behind the 14th green, looking up toward the clubhouse, I notice Steve Williams walking in my direction. In his trademark Valvoline blue tee-shirt, Tiger's caddie is checking on the course and taking notes in preparation for the final round of the Masters. We are, for a short moment, alone and in close proximity to each other.

    When Williams is only a few feet away, I say "good luck to you and Tiger today Steve"...

    With that, he brushes by me. He is obviously avoiding eye contact; close enough to shake my hand, but choosing instead to totally ignore me. Like a man raised in a barn, he did not acknowledge me or my words. A simple nod would have sufficed. Had it been someone else, I might have been insulted or surprised, but this is Steve Williams after all. What else would you expect? In my life, I've met heads of State, shared meals with Hall of Fame athletes, and had conversations with some of the top business people of our time. So, a snub from the guy who carries Tiger's golf clubs is certainly not a traumatic experience. I simply shrugged it off and chuckled at the ignorance of the man.

    Hours later, on that same 14th hole, I would be standing against the ropes nearly half way down the fairway, at a spot where you can see the players hit their approach shot and also clearly see the green. We had all just cheered a great iron shot by Fred Couples and were waiting for Woods and Choi to arrive, when I noticed Tiger's mother walking behind us. She was surrounded by her usual entourage and clearly looking for a spot from where she could see Tiger play the hole. I signalled to her bodyguard that she was welcome to stand on the rope in front of me. She is a tiny woman and wouldn't block my view, but I knew she wouldn't possibly be able to see Tiger from behind the crowd. At our invitation, she slipped in front of my father and I.

    Anyone who watched the Masters on Sunday will recall that Tiger had a rare brain cramp on that 14th green, three-putting from close range. When she saw that, Tiger's mother yelled "Oh! He is pissed off!" The moment was surreal.

    My father and I looked at each other in shock and amusement. You just wouldn't expect that kind of language from a tiny older lady... Then, as if she had been entitled, she left without taking a second to thank us for making room for her up front. In fact, just like Steve Williams had done, she basically ignored me and the people around her.

    All this to say that life has a way of repaying people for how they treat others. These are not major trespasses, but the way these people act shows a basic lack of upbringing and social grace. As the saying goes, money does not buy class.

    Despite the fact that I am not a fan of Steve Williams, I was courteous enough to wish him luck when I came across him. Having been raised to respect people and to yield to a lady whenever appropriate, I was only happy to make room for Tiger's mother. Both Williams and Mrs Woods repaid me with ignorance and bad manners. Surrounded by the likes of these people, is there any wonder that Tiger Woods is such a miserable man who feels a sense of entitlement and that the rules of decency do not apply to him?
    Mr. Landry then compares his encounter with the Tiger clan to how Phil Mickleson treated the fans as he worked his way to winning this year's Green Jacket.
    Faced with a potentially devastating miss that could have cost him the lead, Mickleson was gracious with fans, politely asking for the gallery to make room, thanking everyone and acknowledging his fans when he successfully hit the shot. In similar fashion, his caddie "Bones" was polite, saying please and thank you repeatedly. How difficult is that? For most civilized people, it is second nature to be courteous.
    While he has played inspired golf during this tough stretch of life, with his wife and mother both battling cancer, Phil Mickleson has taken the title of "Fan Favorite" on the PGA Tour.  It's a case of the underdog working his way into the hearts and minds of the average golf fan by pairing his great skill with a likable and pleasant attitude toward the fans.  For all the thanks and smiles that Phil gives to the galleries, they repay him double.  For being truly thankful for their support through his difficulties off the course, the fans double their support for him on the course. 

    Tiger was always the cut-throat competitor, and while he was always cold toward the crowds that followed him around the courses, the fans greatly respected him because of his awe-inspiring skills on the course.  But that was before his private life became tabloid fodder.  Now, Tiger and the people closest to him, are going to need fans if he wants to cement his legacy as the greatest golfer to ever live (rather than just being the most successful golfer of all time), and they'll have an easier time if they are using honey rather than vinegar.
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    SONG"On the Run" by Gangstagrass  (the theme song to the tv show "Justified")

    TELEVISION:  "Justified" on FX (and Hulu).  Timothy Olyphant plays a U.S. Marshall who returns to his childhood hometown and is attempting to clean up the town with a "shoot first, ask questions later" mentality.  It is an old western set in modern times.  Great, great show.

    LOOKING FORWARD TO:  Dinner and a show this weekend with The Wife to celebrate the end of her 4th (out of 6) semester of law school.  We are going to eat dinner at the Upstream Brewery and then are going to the Orpheum Theater to watch the off-Broadway production of "Legally Blonde: The Musical".  It should be a great night out with my pal.

    Sunday, April 18, 2010

    Baseball Card Bubble

    I'm not an economist, but I play one online.  One of the things about economics that fascinates me are "bubbles" within an economy. 

    My wife and I barely got out of the recent "housing bubble" just before it burst and the housing market went to hell.  While we ended up losing around $2000 (if not more, I don't remember the numbers at this moment) on our house, at least we got it sold before we came out to Omaha.  We got lucky and we made a wise decision, because in all reality, we could still be the owners of a home in different state than the one in which we are living.

    So, while I have a little bit of life experience with regard to "bubbles", I should probably have more.  I missed (or wasn't paying attention) to the "Tech Bubble" of the late 1990s, nor did I feel much pain within the current financial recession/bubble.  With that said, there was one "bubble burst" that occurred during my lifetime that has had a lasting and impacting effect on me personally:  The Baseball (and, in my case, Basketball) Card Bubble Burst of the 1990s.

    Last month, Slate printed an excerpt of Dave Jamieson's book Mint Condition: How Baseball Cards Became an American Obsession.  While Mr. Jamieson's book focuses on the baseball card bubble, I can attest that the same thing was happening in the basketball card market, which is where me and my friends invested our money during our preteen years, and, unfortunately, we had entered the market when it was in its decent during the mid-90s.

    By the '80s, baseball card values were rising beyond the average hobbyist's means. As prices continued to climb, baseball cards were touted as a legitimate investment alternative to stocks, with the Wall Street Journal referring to them as sound "inflation hedges" and "nostalgia futures." Newspapers started running feature stories with headlines such as "Turning Cardboard Into Cash" (the Washington Post), "A Grand Slam Profit May Be in the Cards" (the New York Times), and "Cards Put Gold, Stocks to Shame as Investment" (the Orange County Register). A hobby bulletin called the Ball Street Journal, claiming entrée to a network of scouts and coaches, promised collectors "insider scouting information" that would help them invest in the cards of rising big-league prospects. Collectors bought bundles of rookie cards as a way to gamble legally on a player's future.
    Unfortunately for investors, each one of those cards was being printed in astronomical numbers. The card companies were shrewd enough never to disclose how many cards they were actually producing, but even conservative estimates put the number well into the billions. One trade magazine estimated the tally at 81 billion trading cards per year in the late '80s and early '90s, or more than 300 cards for every American annually.
    Precious few collectors seemed to ponder the possibility that baseball cards could depreciate. As the number of card shops in the United States ballooned to 10,000, dealers filled their storage rooms with unopened cases of 1988 Donruss as if they were Treasury bills or bearer bonds. Shops were regularly burglarized, their stocks of cards taken as loot. In early 1990, a card dealer was found bludgeoned to death behind the display case in his shop in San Luis Obispo, Calif., with $10,000 worth of cards missing. A few weeks later, Bob Engel, a respected National League umpire, was arrested for allegedly stealing more than 4,180 Score baseball cards, worth $143.98, from a Target store in Bakersfield, Calif., and attempting to steal another 50 packs from a Costco.
    (...)
    In 1989, the Upper Deck Co. would transform the industry with flashy, high-priced cards aimed at investment-minded collectors. As the sales of new sports cards swelled to more than $1 billion a year, children began to flee the hobby, turned off by the pricey packs and confounding number of sets. The baseball strike of 1994 ushered in an industrywide hangover that still hasn't ended. Revenues from new sports cards have fallen to around $200 million a year, roughly one-seventh of what they were at their peak. While vintage cards like the T206 Honus Wagner and the 1952 Topps Mickey Mantle have continued to soar in value, baseball card's boom times produced no such valuable merchandise. Those 1988 Donruss cards, once considered a savvy investment, can now be bought in bulk for around 1 cent apiece.
    {Emphasis mine}

    Mr. Jamieson brings up some very important points that take me back to my card collecting hayday.

    He says that "unfortunately for investors, each one of those cards was being printed in astronomical numbers."  Even as a kid, I had figured out that many of my cards could be worth more money if it they weren't so easy to come by.  I would open pack after pack of cards, only to end up with maybe one or two unique cards and a boatload of duplicates. 

    I collected basketball cards fanatically for about 4 years in the mid-90s, and the fruits of that labor has been distilled into one shoe box of cards that I consider to be worth keeping around.  I continue to drag that box around mostly because of sentimental value and not because I hope that one day they may become monetarily valuable.  (Ah, who am I kidding?  Of course I hope that I'll be able to take that box to the Antiques Road Show and be surprised when one of those cards is appraised at thousands of dollars.  Every kid who ever collected cards has this hope deep down inside of them.)

    And, as Mr. Jamieson points out, I was one of those children who fled the card collecting market because I was being priced out of the market.  And, looking back, it kind of pisses me off that that happened.  In the years before I left, the lure of finding a "gem" of a card (rookie, autograph, etc.) was the driving force when buying pack after pack of cards.  By the time I'd left collecting, the trading card companies had taken all of the work out of getting these cards by pulling them out of the standard packs, and instead sold packs of cards that were "guaranteed" to contain one high priced card.  But, the catch was that these packs of five to ten cards cost $20 or more.

    In addition to being priced out of the "unique" cards of the time, the market was also getting completely saturated with card companies.  During Michael Jordan's rookie season, there was one card company, which meant that there was one Michael Jordan rookie cards, which meant that it was a rare and valuable card.  However, ten years later when Kobe Bryant was a rookie, there were at least six major card companies (and each with countless different branches/brands within a company) putting out Kobe Bryant rookie cards, which meant there were literally hundreds of different Kobe Bryant rookie cards in the market.  And it was like that for every other player in the league. 

    As I've mentioned before, my favorite player in the NBA was John Stockton, which meant his cards were the ones I sought out the most.  I have a couple hundred unique cards of his, and I didn't even collect during the final 10 years of his career.  (I have however picked up a few of his later cards in the past few years.)  The only cards that I would actively seek to purchase would be one of his rookie cards or an autograph card. 

    One advantage to collecting his cards and not those of, say, Michael Jordan or Kobe Bryant or Lebron James, is that I would hypothesize that his smaller fan base lead to a reduction of John Stockton cards in the market.  Where everyone who has kept their cards over the years made sure to keep their Jordan/Bryant/James cards, if they ever did throw out cards, 2nd tier players would have been the first to be thrown away.  And every Stockton card that is taken out of the card collecting community makes mine that much more valuable. 

    Just as in baseball cards, the basketball card market tanked in the late 1990s due to over-saturation and artificially high prices ("unique" cards that weren't really that unique) and a dwindling fan base.  I would say that there was a correlation between my fandom of card collecting and my interest in the NBA:  when I stopped collecting cards, I stopped caring about the NBA. 

    It's a terrible shame, but a great lesson in economics: the card companies were short sighted and thought that interest in their product would continue forever.  Rather than building their industry with the idea of "life-long collectors", they sought to increase their current sales no matter how it affected their futures. 

    Getting away from the business side of card collecting, I wonder if the internet has improved or ruined the personal aspect of card collecting.  When I was a kid, the only people who I could trade cards with were the only two other people I knew who traded cards, my friends BJ and Eric.  We would haggle, barter, and trade cards for hours at a time.  I wonder if anyone does that anymore when you can put your cards online for the world to bid on.  Then again, it has never been easier to get into contact with other collectors, even if they never come face to face.

    I will admit that writing about my card collection has lead me to go dig them out of a box in the garage.  So, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to relive my youth for a few moments as I look through my inventory. 

    Wednesday, April 14, 2010

    The Taxman Cometh

    As you tuck yourself into bed this Tax Day Eve and lay there staring at the ceiling already thinking ahead toward next year's Tax Day, worry not.  According to the Washington Examiner's Grace-Marie Turner, ObamaCare will make every day feel like April 15th.
    New taxes on investments, taxes on medical supplies, taxes on drugs and health insurance, and taxes on you if you are just breathing… the list of taxes Americans will face just got a lot longer thanks to ObamaCare.
    The health overhaul plan just enacted represents the largest tax hike in U.S. history - $569 billion over 10 years through a dizzying array of taxes and fees that promise to frustrate taxpayers at every turn.  ObamaCare will make every day feel like April 15th.
    And despite President Obama’s campaign promise that no one making $250,000 or less would see a tax increase, Congress’ Joint Committee on Taxation confirms that these tax hikes will hit millions of middle- and working-class families who are struggling to make ends meet.
    She goes on to explain how these different taxes to which we will soon become accustomed will affect our day to day lives.

    And if, after all of these new taxes are put into place, you feel like you're still not quite contributing enough dough to Uncle Sam, worry not, for there is also talk of bringing a Value Added Tax (VAT) to the U.S. economy.  As Veronique de Rugy explains at REASON Magazine,
    Widely used in Europe, the Value-Added Tax (VAT) has always seemed a non-starter in the United States. That may be changing given apparently insurmountable structural deficits and fear that the financial collapse of Greece could happen here if revenue isn't increased. These days, the VAT is being taken seriously even by pro-market conservatives and libertarians. A VAT is a consumption tax which is levied at each stage of production based on the value added to the product at that stage. 
    So, along with the many, many, MANY other taxes we pay every day, we might also get to look forward to paying taxes on all of the products we consume.  They are going to get us coming and going.  Sheesh, it's like these people want to take from each according to their abilities and distribute it to each according to their needs. 

    So, this April 15th, I hope that the Taxman is kind to you and yours, and remember:

    Let me tell you
    How it will be.
    There's one for you,
    Nineteen for me,

    'Cause I'm the taxman.
    Yeah, I'm the taxman.

    Should five percent
    Appear too small,
    Be thankful I don't
    Take it all.

    'Cause I'm the taxman.
    Yeah, I'm the taxman.

    If you drive a car,
    I'll tax the street.
    If you drive to city,
    I'll tax your seat.
    If you get too cold,
    I'll tax the heat.
    If you take a walk,
    I'll tax your feet.

    Taxman!

    'Cause I'm the taxman.
    Yeah, I'm the taxman.

    Don't ask me what I want it for,
    (Uh-uh, Mr. Wilson.)
    If you don't want to pay some more.
    (Uh-uh, Mr. Heath.)

    'Cause I'm the taxman.
    Yeah, I'm the taxman.

    And my advice to
    Those who die.
    (Taxman!)
    Declare the pennies
    On your eyes.
    (Taxman!)

    'Cause I'm the taxman.
    Yeah, I'm the taxman,
    And you're working for no one but me.
    (Taxman!) 


    Through a Dog's Eyes

    Be sure to set your DVR on April 21st (and probably grab a box or two of tissues) because this documentary on PBS is sure to be a gem.

    (And be sure to check out their website.)

    Tuesday, April 13, 2010

    I'm on a Highway to Lipitor*

    Sometimes I wonder if the internet is healthy for me.  Sure, I've learned much more information from online sources than I ever learned in school, but then I encounter such items as the ones following, and I'm certain my blood pressure doubles, which can't be healthy.

    (*And yes, I know that Lipitor is for cholesterol and not blood pressure per se.  But I couldn't find any recognizable name brand blood pressure medicines that would work for my title.)

    First, I watched this video today.



    This must be some footage from an Iranian protest, right?  Or maybe it's file footage of Socialist Soviet abuse of it's citizenry?  Well, if not those, then it must be video of protesters or rioters from some foreign, third-world nation?

    Actually, according to the Washington Post:
    The FBI is investigating an incident last month in which three Prince George's County police officers in riot gear used their batons to beat an unarmed University of Maryland student after a basketball game -- an event captured on video and aired nationwide on Tuesday. 
    (...)
    The FBI probe is the third investigation by authorities into the beating and the criminal charges filed against John J. McKenna, 21, and Benjamin C. Donat, 19. Charging documents filed against the two students are contradicted by the video. Prosecutors have dropped assault charges against both.  
    Are you freaking kidding me?  SERIOUSLY?  Assault charges were brought against the students?  Why, did they break one of the officer's batons with one of their skulls?  Did one student's face break one of the officer's hand?  Did one of the officers throw out his back while slamming his riot shield into the obviously dangerous and threatening student who happened to be skipping by?  And, yes, prior to being turned into a modern day Rodney King, that student was skipping down the sidewalk.  Oh, the horror.  Thank God the police were there the squelch the madness.

    I've watched that video a handful of times, and I just couldn't help but imagine what an uproar there would be had a group of the students cornered one of those cops and put an equally punishing beating onto him.  It would be a national scandal of epic proportions. 

    Un-freaking-believable.

    So, my blood has been boiling all day.  And then I read this article from the Boston Review in which Colin Dayan discusses "breed bans, euthanasia, and preemptive justice" with regard to dogs.

    I've always been a philosophically opposed to breed bans for dogs and Mr. Dayan makes some great points in his article.
    The seizures, detentions, and exterminations of pit bulls—sanctioned by laws in many states—expose the statutory logic for making preemptive justice constitutionally permissible: canine profiling supplies the terms for inclusion and ostracism, and even the suspension of due process rights. No criminal conviction of the owner is required for state seizure and destruction of property. In other words, the Constitution’s Fifth and Fourteenth Amendments, which prohibit the government from depriving anyone of “life, liberty, or property, without due process of law,” can be suspended for the public good without evidence, without trial, by classification alone.
    In legal rationales, realities are created. Old inequalities and radical discrimination are repackaged in unexpected forms. In breed-specific legislation, the taint and incapacity of the disenfranchised live on. At a time when our government is labeling certain persons as threats—alleged terrorists, enemy aliens, illegal immigrants, ordinary people who want to get on airplanes—we need to ask how the seizure and destruction of dogs deemed contraband becomes a medium for the intimidation and debasement of humans in turn. Who should suffer deprivation without redress so that we can live in reasonable—safe and secure—consensus? And who gets to decide?

    Those are some mighty fine questions. 


    And how did it get this way (at least, according to Mr. Dayan)?


    Pit bulls were once known as “America’s Breed”: RCA’s “Nipper” (pictured head cocked while listening to “his master’s voice”); Buster Brown’s “Tige”; “Pete the Pup,” part of the Little Rascals gang in the Our Gang comedies; and the pit bull pictured on the celebrated World War I poster proclaiming: “Land of the Free, Home of the Brave.” Sergeant Stubby, the most decorated dog in military history, fought for eighteen months in the trenches, saved several soldiers’ lives, and captured a German spy. Now the pit bull is the most demonized breed, the poster dog for dogfighting, the herald of criminality and drug-dealing, the mauler of children.
    In 1987 Rolling Stone, Sports Illustrated, and Time Magazine all ran articles featuring pit bulls. Rolling Stone’s “A Boy and his Dog in Hell” reported on pit bulls used in street fights by gangs in North Philadelphia. Valued as proof of their owner’s mettle, the dogs were subjected to unimaginable torture and death if they lost. The cover of Sports Illustrated showed a snarling pit bull with the headline “Beware of This Dog” and branded these dogs with the locking-jaw myth and “a will to kill.” It was bested by Time’s “Time Bombs on Legs,” which compared the pit bull to “the vicious hound of the Baskervilles.” According to the Time article, the pit bull “has seized small children like rag dolls and mauled them to death in a frenzy of bloodletting.”
    Since then the pit bull has been the media’s choice for horror stories about dogs labeled “four-legged guns” or “lethal weapons.” Citing pit bulls’ “vicious propensity,” hundreds of towns large and small throughout the United States have adopted the first ever breed-specific dog bans. Regulations vary from one city to the next, but once a ban has been enacted, any dog considered a threat to public welfare can be summarily seized and put down. This despite the fact that other breeds of dogs also bite, but we hardly ever read about them. “Dogs that bite people,” as Malcolm Gladwell has pointed out, “are vicious because they have owners who want a vicious dog.” That is, what predisposes a dog to bite is not its nature, but its environment. The most loyal dogs are the most abused. Ever ready to please, these dogs become victimized by those they love most. They are either the tools of human-initiated aggression or, as Karen Delise writes in The Pit Bull Placebo, the targets of “every type of positive or negative emotional and physical circumstance humans are capable of imposing on dogs.
     [Emphasis mine]


    Which is one of my biggest pet peeves, so to speak, about breed-specific legislation, the fact that these laws rarely take into account the bigger problem than a dog's genes:  shitty owners.  Many of these dogs are raised to be vicious.  It just turns out that the pit bull is the dog of choice for these horrible people who train, torment, and torture the dogs into fighting machines. 

    Mr. Dayan also walks through the legal history and case law with regard to dogs.  Are dogs property?  If so, what legal protections are they afforded?  Is a dog's breed the index for his disposition?  Or can we look past its looks and instead focus on its actions?  He notes that, "Nowadays, dangerous-dog hearings decide if dogs live or die. Vicious-dog law, or what some simply call “dog-bite law,” usually precludes any legal challenge—especially if the offending animal happens to be identified as dangerous simply because of the breed."

    (NOTE: while I am in agreement with much of the author's thesis throughout the piece, I must take issue with his decision to close the piece with an analogy that includes the word "Nazi" as it is way too much slippery slope/straw man argumentation for my taste.  That final paragraph nearly destroys strength within the rest of the article, and for some people it may undercut it entirely.)

    So, what's the point?  I guess I don't like it when police brutalize the citizens they are entrusted to "serve and protect".  I also don't like it when legislative bodies enact laws breed-specific dog laws that make judgments about "big schweeties" based upon their genes and not their behavior.  And now you know where I sit on these two extremely specific issues.