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The Art of Political Dragon Slaying

June 13, 2011

The “U.S. Deficit” is the most demonic term in the Republican vocabulary. Oddly, it was the Republican economic strategy that encouraged its growth. Why, then, would they create the very beast they decry?

Saint George: The Dragon Slayer

The freewheeling days of the Roaring Twenties came to an abrupt end because of business and capital market excesses. While it was fun for a few, it cast the United States into economic, political and social chaos. Then two things happened: The New Deal and the Second World War.

The first infused the country with jobs, wages, improvements to infrastructure, governmental regulation and programs to insure individual security. The second created the most powerful industrial complex in the world and assured the flow of a river of money from the government to private enterprise. A great irony is that the horror of the Great Depression and the horror of War combined to bring the United States economy and the well being of its citizens back to life.

The process, by necessity, generated massive debt. In 1945, according to the Congressional Budget Office, Franklin Roosevelt faced a national debt that was a crushing 117% of the Gross Domestic Product (GDP). Government spending without corresponding revenues does that; however, that crisis was addressed steadily over the following thirty years with taxes (as high as 50%) on swelling income flows that allowed most of the debt to be retired. It was vast government spending coupled with increased taxation that fixed the problems created by unbridled greed and an unavoidable war.

When Ronald Reagan took office in 1981 the national debt had been reduced to a respectable 32.5% of GDP. Yet the leaders and financial backers of the Republican Party had for two generations been longing for the good old days. They were prepared to begin their quest for the return of a pre-Depression free-market environment. The first order of business was freeing up money by cutting taxes. To sell the idea they asserted that government was a problem and that to grow the economy, taxes and government spending must be slashed. While revenues would suffer, they argued, the bulk of those lost tax dollars (retained by the wealthy) would “trickle down” to the middle and lower classes by creating jobs and stimulating economic growth.

At the same time, a full assault was launched on unions, governmental regulation and restrictions that kept American businesses from entering global markets. Money became a tool to solidify corporate power. It could be shifted away from the U.S. economy freeing it from government restrictions. Factories and jobs could be relocated abroad, thereby reducing domestic labor costs and eroding union strength. Unfortunately, the plan also had the effect of halting the steady rise of America’s median income, which stagnated as wealth moved upward and tax revenues fell.

This curious plan had one inevitable result. It reinvigorated the growth of our national debt. By the time Reagan left office, the national debt had exploded to 53.1% of GDP. It rose to 61.1% of GDP during the presidency of the first George Bush but fell to 56.4% of GDP during the Clinton administration. In fact, when Bill Clinton left the White House, the Congressional Budget Office predicted that during the ensuing 10 years the nation would generate a five trillion dollar surplus. It was a huge Democratic victory.

Unfortunately, the Democrats made a fatal error. They allowed the financial houses, banks and insurance companies, after years of lobbying, to re-write the laws controlling their own collaborations, mergers and growth. Federal regulations were discarded or ineffectively enforced. When George W. Bush took office, the scene was set for a perfect economic storm.

The winds began to blow with a series of tax cuts and code revisions that reinvigorated the flow of money away from mainstream America into the hands of wealthy individuals and corporate giants. Waves mounted when a national tragedy (the attacks of September 11) primed the administration for launching military engagements that were funded by debt not revenues. The storm broke the moment gigantic financial and insurance institutions, having had their way with shabby manipulations, suddenly imploded requiring unprecedented government expenditures to prevent domestic if not global chaos. The national debt soared to 83.4% of GDP as George W. Bush left office. The Congressional Budget Office predicted a ten-year loss of 4.7 trillion dollars in place of any gain.

Today, the outcry against the national debt is deafening but the Republican Party has seized upon it, embracing it as a rallying cry. It has become a chant in their political liturgy. But why? It was precisely their economic policies that nurtured its resurgence.

The answer is because the new mantra works to accomplish their second goal: dismantling what remains of the New Deal.

If consolidating wealth at the upper levels of the economic hierarchy is mission critical, then increasing taxes is counter-productive. Advocating a radical reduction in spending is the only alternative. Since the two largest segments of government spending are military expenditures and social welfare expenses, the choice is clear and the next step is certain. By harkening to deeply seated post-World War II fears of communism and the need for military might, the defense budget cash cow is secured and the portrait of the dragon is complete. Its face is the Democratic New Deal.

The GOP and its backers have armed themselves with a mighty sword. Our children and our future must be protected. Republicans are self-styled dragon slayers and their victory will be won by cutting out the dragon’s guts: Medicare, Social Security, social welfare programs, regulatory agencies, public education and workers’ rights.

Apparently, the second President Bush is no villain: He’s Saint George.

Lunch at JJ’s

May 20, 2011

The true joys of Maine are hidden in the air. Invisibly, they surround us like a phantoms awaiting discovery.

Maine is a rare present, hiding it’s best delights from view. And while the images of her rugged northern coast, her sprawling southern beaches, her majestic lakes, rivers and forests draw tourists in droves, there are, for me, more stunning pleasures.

Today is a typical dreary, chilly day in that others call spring. Here, the coming of summer is heralded by mud, mostly. Yet the harbingers of summer are all around and they delight me as I walk through Old Orchard Beach – an ancient amusement town devoted to wretched excess and worldly pleasures four months of the year.

Excess is sometimes excusable.

A freight train rumbles slowly through the heart of town on brilliant steel rails that separate the beach from the business district. Cars are unceremoniously halted by the pier as if to invite their passengers to pause and admire the carousel being polished to a bright sheen and lubricated for the coming droves of children questing for golden rings. The sounds of the box cars’ clattering wheels blend with the calliope’s perky tunes and transport me back to my childhood.

Familiar smells swirl with the light breeze, alternating between clams and potatoes frying in deep fragrant oil and mud flats at low tide. A few brave souls (perhaps devoted is more accurate) wonder along Grand Avenue having come for a prelude to the magic that will soon arrive.

Their conversations mingle, a blend of languages and dialects which is, to me, not foreign but friendly. I remember my grandfather bringing me here in a now dim past and being wildly excited that the people were all so different and so happy.

There are no ties here. No pants with whales embroidered on them. Women dress to inspire and the men oblige them. Folks with airs about them are seldom seen. Laughter is a required accessory.

I imagine the coming season and the bustling chaos it will bring as I finish my chowder at JJ’s, a small tavern/lunch bar snuggled up next to the tracks. The last boxcar glides past my table. A large gull who’s been watching me eat is perched fearlessly on the low stone wall that separating us from the relentless vibrations of unimaginable torque and the strangely sweet smell of an awe inspiring diesel locomotive. When the coast is clear, with a piercing screech he spreads his powerful wings and lifts himself silently into the air. That silence is deafening.

And in that moment, I understand why this place is one of those great joys that I’ve treasured for so long.

P.S. – JJ’s has great chowdah

The Strangest Dream

April 19, 2011

It’s approaching 5:00 a.m. on a chilly spring morning and I’ve been thrust from a cozy bed to tell you about this dream:

I was swept through a rag-tag commune by a fierce wind blowing me betwixt people in

Old North Church, Boston, MA

colorful costumes. It was a Woodstock-like world of swirling fabric tents and pounded earthen floors where women and children crowded around artisans weaving intricate shawls and brewing wonderful teas and beer.

They spoke of poets and of ideas as diverse as the clothing they wore and each had a different story to tell. None shared the same message but each had an audience and received applause and good cheer as they recited their visions and hopes for tomorrow.

My hair was blond and longer in my dream, as it hasn’t been for years, and flowed with the wind that rushed me through small shops while my scarf of crimson, white and midnight blue entwined around the waists of women and the shoulders of men I’d known as enemies and bound me, briefly, to them until we smiled. As though the instant in which we’d let go of our anger released me to move on.

In the end, I paused to admire the goods upon a table made of pine boughs and topped by a sea-worn piece of schist with veins that flowed like waves glittering with bits of micas, like stars trapped in time. I recognized the vendor as a teacher I’d had long ago and asked, “May I buy these?”

She smiled, “No … they already belong to you. Just take what you fancy, but leave the rest for others.”

Throwing back the comforter, I stumbled out of bed and went to my deck to look out across the waters of the bay and sort through the illusions. From the distant shore, a single beacon from the Wood Island Light blinked once.

In that instant, I recognized the tapestry of the dream and its metaphor.

On a morning just like this hundreds of years now past, in the dim light of a chilly April dawn, the dream of engaging dispirit and desperate citizens in a common cause to forge a new community was born.

A silversmith rode swiftly through the countryside to awaken farmers and merchants and scholars and craftsmen to set aside their differences and join in a common cause.

Now, as the first rays of this new dawn illuminate the waters of the Gulf of Maine, I understand more than I knew when I retired last night and long for the dream to return.

Still The Way Life Should Be

April 3, 2011

A small lobster boat drifts along on the shores of Saco Bay this morning, the small crew searching to find that which they thought they’d lost in a freak storm.

Maine is, by area, the 39th largest of the United States and 38th by density, yet it doesn’t have a single city that even shows up in a list of the top 300 U.S. cities by population. Mainers like to think of themselves as different in their attitudes about most things. Not so quick to hop on the bandwagon for things “new” and more careful about throwing out stuff considered by others “old-fashioned.” Perhaps it’s in the blood, but I fancy it’s in the air because it’s a trait caught quite easily by folks who come here from where we call “Away” looking for a place that’s more emotionally sustaining in their lives … searching to find a life the way it SHOULD be.

Michael Townsend and his daughter, Lily, in 1998

That slogan,”The Way Life Should Be,” was used by the Maine Office of Tourism in an ad campaign conceived by a former New York ad man named Michael Townsend some years ago. The story of its genesis isn’t unique, but Michael tells it well. A sign bearing his words still welcomes all who cross the Piscatauqua River from New Hampshire at our southern border.

Maine has just weathered another of our famous “Nor’easters” and the crew of the Salty Bay is scouring the waters for lobster traps (called “pots” here) torn up from the ocean floor by massive waves. Similarly, the people of Maine are scouring the wreckage from an economic storm recently past and doggedly putting back the pieces of their lives.

The lobstermen of the Salty Bay will find some of their pots and reuse them. Others they find will belong to different boats and will be returned to their owners. In Maine, poaching someone else’s lobster pot is an unofficial capital offense. What is no longer suitable for its purpose will be discarded unless a new use for it can be devised: perhaps a few dollars from a tourist who visits this summer looking for a keepsake.

Mainers are a resourceful lot. Neither this week’s Nor’easter nor the storm of our recent economic past have ruined our coastline or our spirit. And while there is certainly much cleaning up to do, we will sort through our frustrations with all the cantankerous grumbling that defines a family squabble and return to where we began.

Maine: Still The Way Life Should Be.

[N.B. The above photograph has been used without the formal the consent of copyright holder or the approval of Michael or Lily Townsend, which have been requested. Michael is presently the Director of Creative Services for the public relations firm of Perry & Banks in Portland, ME, having believed his own copy and relocated here with his family from New Jersey.]

The Chorus is Sounding a Bit Sour

April 2, 2011

I love Maine, and in an odd way, I am grateful that Paul LePage is who he is and that, for a time, he has served as it’s Governor.

Maine Governor Paul LePage

LePage has, with no hesitation, illuminated some very basic questions about who and what the people and the State of Maine are. They are questions that have lingered in my mind for many years behind our appearance of tranquility, concern and calm independent thought.

We’ve told the country for years that we represent the Way Life Should Be. Like every other state, we have struggled for generations with the normal problems of any society: faltering economies, the dilemma of preserving natural resources in the face of needed development, and the challenge of incorporating increasingly diverse populations into the proud and coherent mix we call Americans. Through it all, we’ve proclaimed that “We Lead the Way.”

Crushed by the same unexpected disaster as the rest of the nation (and the world), unimagined anger exploded from the core of our collective political conscience. Everyone had a finger to point, usually at whoever happened to be in an elected office, but too often at whoever looked different, thought differently or lived differently than they did.

Governor LePage was elected by a “minority landslide,” a fluke of the plurality voting mechanism we employ in our state. Nevertheless, he was a perfect choice to sound the voice of collective anger. And he has.

In three short months, he has led Maine to the front of the national stage in a role we never wanted to play. Rather than displaying the leadership, prudence and compassion of political icons like Republican Margaret Chase Smith and Democrat Edmund Muskie, the character of Paul LePage has cast us in the role of the schoolyard bully. Today, even his supporting Republican chorus has realized that the melody they’ve been singing is a bit sour and the lyrics are colored with fear and disdain. Tomorrow, we’re told by the Portland Press Herald, nearly half of Maine’s Republican Senators will release a public statement criticizing the manner in which Governor LePage has led the way for Maine.

The play, of course, will continue, but Governor LePage’s current vacation has given Mainers a chance to pause, to look back on the past several months and consider whether his version really portrays their vision of The Way Life Should Be.

A New Dance in Maine

March 24, 2011

There’s a dance sensation that’s sweeping the nation: The Republican Stomp!

Starting in Wisconsin, the craze caught on in Florida, Ohio, Iowa and finally, it’s the all the rage right here in Maine. Notwithstanding our state motto, Dirigo (I lead), our governor, Paul LePage, was late to the dance and needed to scope out the room before hitting the floor to show off his stuff.

Wisconsin’s Scott Walker had no such hesitation, he grabbed a union gal and promptly slammed her to the floor prompting observers to wonder whether he understood that she had a lot of friends who might not stand for his “my way or the highway” choreography.

Terry Branstad of Iowa followed soon after and Rick Scott of Florida and John Kasich of Ohio were soon throwing workers rights and union contracts about in something resembling a drunken Lindy.

Now, well into the chorus of this foot-tapping swing number, Paul LePage (after having gained a reputation for himself by telling the principal to “Kiss my ass,”) has strode onto the national dance floor with a swagger that puts John Travolta to shame.

After assuring and reassuring the workers of Maine that his political goals were not anti-union, he announced that the murals at the Maine Department of Labor (commissioned by the State only 3 years ago to celebrate Maine’s history of labor achievements and honor its icons) were to be summarily dispatched. In a brilliant hammerlock flip move, he explained that the reason for his decision was because the role of the Maine Department of Labor was now to be “Business Friendly!”

This sort of politics isn’t dancing. It’s mayhem. Rather than the give and take that advances the goal of compromising divergent interests to achieve common good, the new Republican Stomp establishes politics as a martial arts event.

In the 1890’s, Charles K. Harris’ “After the Ball” became America’s first platinum hit. The lyrics describe how arrogance and jealousy on the dance floor can lead to the destruction of relationships and bitter regret.

After the ball is over, after the break of morn,
After the dancers’ leaving, after the stars are gone,
Many a heart is aching, if you could read them all—
Many the hopes that have vanished after the ball.

No one benefits from autocratic decision-making or dance floor bullying. Paul LePage needs to be reminded that Dirigo means “I guide” not “I push you around.”

Voter Fraud: The little meteorite that wasn’t

March 22, 2011

I love action movies like “Deep Impact” and “Armageddon” where rogue interstellar bodies threaten to destroy the world unless mankind can find a way to protect itself.

They are elevating because the danger is real (or seems to be once you suspend disbelief) and the good guys always win. They figure out how to stop the potential carnage just in time.The Sky Is Falling - Or Is It?

Recently I’ve been reading a lot in the news about another threat looming in the American political skies: Voter Fraud! Yup, that’s right. In nearly 30 states (including my home state of Maine) the alarm has been sounded and heroic politicians are introducing legislation designed to save us from Deep Impact and Armageddon, at least in a metaphoric sense.

The particular details of their proposed defense shields vary slightly, but they have one announced purpose: to save the American way of life. From requiring already properly registered voters to produce photographic government issued ID cards at the polling place or eliminating provisions which permit legitimate voters to register up to (and in some states including) election day, proponents offer a single burning reason for these extreme measures. We must stop the menace of rampant voter fraud. The chant is usually delivered with the fervor of Ben Affleck.

Sorry, I’m not buying that ticket. Life isn’t a movie and before we get involved in huge expenditures of taxpayer dollars or foreclose the unquestioned rights of American citizens to participate in the most vital democratic process there is, shouldn’t we check the telescope?

I bumped into a very smart lady named Tova Wang recently while on line examining the political skies. She’s something of an expert on voting in the United States. Tova put me on to several independent research pieces concerning voter fraud in American elections and a recent article on the subject reported from Ohio. [N.B Go ahead: click and read it if you think I’m making this up]

Every day the earth experiences a hit by a meteorite or two. Most are the size of a grain of sand. Is the risk they pose to our survival enough to justify the expense of a global defense system that may not work? Depends on who you ask, but here’s the difference: a system to defend the earth from destruction is honestly debated. Anti-voter fraud legislation, on the other hand, isn’t and it has a covert motivation: to disenfranchise legitimate voters from casting ballots.

“How?” you ask.

Guess which party is introducing these bills. If you guessed Republicans, you’re right.

Now, guess which groups are most likely to be shut out of the polling places if they pass. Give up? The research is clear. Young voters (especially college students), the elderly and the poor are the ones most likely to be turned away at the polls.

Finally, guess how citizens shut out of those elections are most likely to be politically aligned. Sure enough, Democratic.

As I said, this isn’t a movie. It’s a calculated political deception. The charade might be entertaining as theater, but we’re talking real life, real disenfranchisement and real harm to our political system if we buy a seat for this show.

Check it out yourself. Go to independent sources and see how often voter fraud has actually been proven to have impacted an election in your state or any other. The Republicans are wagering that you won’t.