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Rep. Bob Brady

The attempted assassination of Rep. Gabrielle Giffords really did rattle Washington. It took an entire day before someone reacted by proposing new, horrible legislation.

That someone is Rep. Bob Brady D-Pa., who told CNN Sunday that he’d draft a bill making it a crime to use words or images that looked violent or threatening to public officials. “You can’t put bull’s eyes or crosshairs on a United States congressman or a federal official,” Brady said. “The rhetoric is just ramped up so negatively, so high, that we have got to shut this down.” The solution: Expand Title 18, Section 871 of the U.S. Code so that more public servants would be protected from written threats.

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Would it be rude to point out the problem with this? There’s no evidence—none—that violent pictures or words inspired the violence in Arizona. In its complaint charging Jared Lee Loughner with murder and attempted assassination, the FBI found a letter confirming Loughner’s attendance at a 2007 event with Giffords (he’d told a classmate that he found her to be “stupid”). That predates, by three years, Sarah Palin’s election map of 20 congressional districts ripe for Republican takeover, marked with white and red targets. And Palin’s map was the target—if I’m still allowed to say that—of Brady’s bill. (“Someone is feeling a little guilty,” he told CNN, asking us to read “Palin” between the lines.)

This is Brady’s idea, but he’s not alone in obsessing over it. In the aftermath of the Tucson shootings, liberals have scoured the Internet for evidence of Republicans talking violently, and conservatives have responded by finding Democratic maps festooned with targets. Time magazine pondered a “new era of political correctness,” because both parties were guilty—why, in 2008, candidate Barack Obama even riffed off the never-bring-a-knife-to-a-gunfight line from The Untouchables!

I’ll go ahead and predict that the New Era of Political Correctness will be shorter-lived than the “death of irony” we witnessed after 9/11. Brady’s proposed legislation is half unenforceable and half redundant. Threats against public officials are already illegal. A year ago, a Pennsylvania man was arrested because his interminable YouTube rants veered into threats against Eric Cantor, who’s now the House majority leader.

Loughner didn’t make any YouTube threats. Based on what we know from fellow students, he was becoming increasingly odd, asking “random, weird questions that didn’t go together,” but he never talked about buying a gun. He kept his assassination plan locked in a safe, not posted on Facebook.

I can see why Brady wants to pass this bill. I can see why Palin’s Web aide, Rebecca Mansour, has tried to convince a doubting world that the targets on Palin’s map were actually “surveying symbols.” This is a political story, and they need a political fix for it. They at least need to do something that feels like a political fix.

But there just isn’t any fix for this. We are starting to learn what Loughner actually thought about politics. In one of his Web videos, he asked “What’s government if words don’t have meaning?” A friend of Loughner’s told the AP on Sunday that the alleged killer “did not like government officials, how they spoke. Like they were just trying to cover up some conspiracy.”

That’s political paranoia, which is not the same thing as anger against politicians. We’re in a boom period for paranoia right now. One example: After Obama was elected president cheap herve leger, there was a run on ammunition, because gun owners worried he would ban weapons and gun sellers fed into the worry. In its May 2009 newsletter, the Arizona Civil Defense League—a gun-rights group that successfully lobbied for the state’s open-carry law—listed the possible ways national Democrats could restrict gun rights, illustrating this with an Obama “Yes We Can” sticker blotting out the Second Amendment. None of the restrictions they worried about actually happened.

If you distrust the government, you’ve got good instincts. You can also be wildly misled. Conspiracy theories are interesting, and doomsday scenarios are clarifying, and on the Web it’s easier than ever to find them. And more and more, if you are worried about one-world government or a North American superhighway, you can hear about them on some of the mainstream media you listen to—and they take on gravitas when they’re mixed in with the rest of the stories.

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My first crush was on a man wearing spandex pants and makeup. I was in primary school when I watched Labyrinth for the very first time, completely frightened of the red Fireys as they tossed their heads like footballs, yet entirely captivated by Jareth the goblin king as he danced around in tight pants whilst singing songs about babes. “Please kidnap me,” I used to think, hoping the goblins would fetch me from my room at night and take me to a goblin world where David Bowie would sing to me. Forget Tim Curry in The Worst Witch, this man was excitingly wicked. However Server 2008 Key, this was not the moment that made an impact on my life – this would come many years later in the New Mexican desert and Bowie would indeed play a significant role on this occasion.

It was the year 2001 and I was on the brink of turning 19. Living in the mountains of Santa Fe, I listened to Tom Petty, Wilco, and Patsy Cline whilst firmly rooted in the rhythms of Americana. I wore dirt stained jeans and cowboy boots badly in need of repair and had come to the realisation that it was time to make some solid adult decisions. “To hell with it,” I thought instead. I wasn’t doing anything useful, wasn’t moving towards anything productive. I was avoiding making any real choices about what to do next with my life, numb to the solitary and detached nature of my life up on the mountain. My friends and I were too young to buy booze Windows Vista Key, so our mischievous nature would send us driving into town at 1am to stock up on fizzy drinks, unhealthy treats, and cigarettes. It was said that the roads of Santa Fe were designed by a man riding backwards whilst drunk on his horse, and as we zigzagged our way across the dizzying narrow roads, we would sing along to Tom Petty’s Damn the Torpedoes, or try to sound like monsters whilst crooning along to Tom Waits, gargling every note.

We usually listened to CDs in the car, but during one particular midnight drive we left the radio on, turning the dial this way and that in an attempt to satisfy the tastes of each person in the car. Radiohead? No, the front seat passenger wanted the Nirvana song that we had skipped maybe five stations earlier, or had it been Soundgarden that they preferred? I wasn’t paying attention because I was too busy staring out the window. I always loved Santa Fe at night with its silence and eerie stillness. I sometimes felt that I was on another planet whilst trekking across the oddly twisting roads of the mountains, past adobe constructs and under endless sky above.

Suddenly, I heard what sounded like sonic beats or floating orbs of synth flashing in outer space, and then came a recognisable voice asking me if I remembered a guy that’s been in such an early song McAfee Product Key, and the voice so high and disconnected sang, “I’ve heard a rumour from ground control, oh no, don’t say it’s true.” It was David Bowie, except this time he was an astronaut and not a goblin king. My friends chatted away and I ignored them, tuning out their voices as I found myself entirely enraptured by a song that seemed to float outside of the vehicle itself and fill the entire night sky with its melody. The music was sinister, oddly creepy and cold with its slightly skewed synth beats and layering of sound. If outer space could sound like anything, it would sound precisely like this. Bowie’s voice pulled me into the night air, luring me into an alien expanse of feeling, and as his voice floated from a high pitch and descended to something low and sexy, I envisioned Major Tom the space man floating and tumbling within the rhythms of his song. “Ashes to ashes, funk to funky, we know Major Tom’s a junkie” went the chorus and I attached myself to the song’s melancholic space explorer.

Ashes to Ashes became my personal soundtrack during a time when I feared coming down from a very high place, from atop the desert mountain where I had grown complacent, trapped in a familiar space. This song may not have impacted my life in an explicit way, but it accompanied me through an important part of it. It was that surreal, layered, and floating nature of sounds all intertwined, that carried me from a great height down to lower ground. I would put on my headphones and walk the hiking trail up to the water tower, lie on my back and look up at the dark sky, imagining myself wandering side by side with Major Tom towards an unknown and hidden pocket of space. Major Tom became my companion as he drifted through the galaxy and I drifted through a desert haze towards clarity. During this time in my life I had to make fundamental decisions, with the first being to move away from my detached existence on the desert mountain. “They got a message from the action man,” goes the song and it was time for me to take action of my own. I decided to leave Santa Fe and travel a great distance across the Atlantic to foreign soil. As the plane ascended and I departed from New Mexico, I listened to Ashes to Ashes and allowed the melody to pour into me as I floated away to a new solid ground.

A esta etapa de su carrera, el ex campeón mundial superwélter puertorriqueño Miguel Cotto puede darse el lujo de escoger a sus rivales. Con la gran demostración ofrecida el pasado 5 de mayo frente al gran campeón Floyd Mayweather, Junior, el borinqueño dejó demostrado que su ‘batería’ aún tiene carga y que con toda probabilidad la fila de boxeadores que desean pelear con él se va ir agrandando.

Creo que a la hora de escoger su próximo rival Miguel Cotto debe tomar en cuenta que el mismo le genere un buen ‘cascajo’ ($$$$) porque los años que le queden en el boxeo de paga tiene que aprovecharlos al máximo.

Aunque su próxima pelea pueda ser por un título mundial, si apareciere un contrincante que no sea campeón, pero que le deje buen dinero debería decidirse por esta última alternativa.

¿Qué boxeador le generaría una buena paga a Miguel Cotto? Aunque al momento no se hablado, una posible revancha con Floyd Mayweather, Junior no le vendría mal. Otro rival podría ser el guerrero azteca Saúl ‘Canelo’ Álvarez, campeón mundial superwélter del Consejo Mundial de Boxeo (C.M.B.)
Además de Mayweather, Junior y Álvarez, se podría incluir al extraordinario boxeador Sergio ‘Maravilla’ Martínez, siempre y cuando esté dispuesto a bajar a las 154.00 libras, porque a mi juicio Cotto no tiene nada que buscar en las 160.00 replica watches, ya que esa división le quedaría grande.

Por cierto, creo que la categoría superwélter no es para él replica watches, pero por otro lado tampoco le convendría regresar a los wélter porque sería mucho el sacrificio que tendría que hacer, entonces no queda otra que mantenerse en los superwélter.

Si con ninguno de los boxeadores antes mencionados pueda concretarse su próxima riña, no estaría demás que considerara a los siguientes candidatos (no necesariamente en el orden que aparecen):

1. Austin Trout (campeón mundial superwélter A.M.B.) **
2. Cornelius Bundrage (campeón mundial superwélter F.I.B.)
3. Zaurbeck Baysangurov (campeón mundial superwélter O.M.B.)
4. Vanes Martirosyan
5. James Kirland
6. Erislandy Lara
7. Paul Williams
8. Antonio Margarito
9. Demetrius Andrade
** El supercampeón es Floyd Mayweather, Junior

Como pueden ver replica watches, las opciones para Cotto están, todo es cuestión de poder escoger el boxeador adecuado y negociar lo mejor que le convenga. Mientras lo anterior se da, no nos queda otra que esperar noticias sobre el tema.

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During an interview with humorist Buck Henry for The Writer’s Digest, as we discussed our reading preferences, the actor-writer put forth this curious theory: “There are shrinks who say that the need to carry reading is a surrogate masturbatory act; a defensive mechanism to protect against continual masturbation… ” As tantalizing as it might be, I suspect sometimes an avid reader is just a cigar — which brings me to electronic devices. After much trepidation, I’m finally shopping for an electronic reader. (“They” are making it awfully attractive and appealing to own an e-reader). But, I ask, do I want to join the legion of hip New Yorkers on public transportation and nice streets, glued to electronic gadgets? Maybe. Before I take on a new obsession, I’d like to share the last few conventional books on which I turned the pages — the old-fashioned way.

Ponies and Rainbows — The Life of James Kirkwood by Sean Egan. James (Jimmy) Kirkwood was a friend. Once, at Ted Hook’s Backstage Restaurant, he said to me, “I bat a thousand. Everything I’ve ever written has been published, produced, or put on.” As a struggling, young writer, that was depressing to me. Recently, a British company released a biography on the late writer, a Valentine, really. And, I’ve seen little press on that effort. An opening quibble, there’s very little in the book on Kirkwood’s glitzy, Hollywood parents Tattoo Kits, both silent screen stars James Kirkwood Sr. and Lila Lee. (There’s a street called Kirkwood in Los Angeles. I’ve always wondered if it was named for Kirkwood Sr.). I did run across a slight online review of British writer Sean Egan’s effort on Kirkwood by Richard Seff for “DC Theatre Scene” dated March 8, 2012.

Noteworthy: James Kirkwood won the Pulitzer Prize in 1975, as well as the Tony Award Tattoo Guns, as co-writer of Broadway’s legendary A Chorus Line. That fortuitous co-writing assignment made him a millionaire. His other works include five published novels, four produced plays, and three non-fiction volumes. One semi-autobiographical novel, There Must Be a Pony, was made into a television movie starring Elizabeth Taylor and Robert Wagner. The Sean Egan biography, a product of 60 interviews, weighs in on recreational drugs, ample sex with both men and women, and other brief detours — which led him, ultimately, Egan reports, to a place on the “List of AIDS fatalities.” James Kirkwood Jr. died in 1989 at the age of 64 in New York of an AIDS-related illness. Wikipedia reads spinal cancer.

Footnote: I do think $32.95 is way too much to ask for the book.

One of the most filmable novels ever written is James Baldwin’s impelling Another Country. As he would have it, Baldwin stipulated in his iron-clad will: None of his twenty or so creative efforts were to be made into films and his heirs have respected his wishes — thus far. But the world won’t let go. The intense Another Country, completed in Istanbul on Dec. 10, 1961, still gets press and continues to attract new fans. The New York Times recently featured the novel two consecutive Sundays citing Mad Men as its impetus. Another Country is a touching tale that rummages through sex, incest, suicide, jazz, homosexuality, adultery, bigotry, work, and more (what’s left?). The story is chocked full of life and forces the reader to feel something on every page. Heck, even actress Rosie Perez selected it as one of her most loved books in the New York Post’s “In my library” column not long ago. We haven’t heard the last word on Another Country.

From The New York Times’ Big City Book Club: Our next selection is James Baldwin’s 1962 novel, “Another Country,” which chronicles the descent of jazz drummer Rufus Scott. Baldwin recreates the world of Greenwich Village bohemians for an examination of race, emotional denial, professional rivalry, tortured marriages and other subjects.

Another page-turner that falls into the category of ‘it should be a movie’ right now is Daniel Silva’s Rembrandt Affair (Putnam Publishing). Succinctly, the many-layered narrative includes selling sophisticated military secrets to Iran and a plot twist that could have been snatched from today’s headline. Rembrandt Affair is a spy thriller immersed in works of art, World War II, Nazis stealing masterpieces, and the selling of “centrifuges” to Iran by a truly evil, but stylishly attractive, powerful Swiss millionaire — a model citizen who is known for his good works. The centrifuges MacGuffin would make Hitchcock cheer. I was intrigued by every page, every complex character. I hear Johnny Depp owns the rights and can’t confirm that. Published in 2010 and a New York Times bestseller — again, I asked: Why isn’t this on the screen today? I hope they don’t wait too long.

Not to everyone’s taste, but delicious with every salacious detail: Full Service, My Adventures in Hollywood and the Secret Sex Lives of the Stars, by Scotty Bowers with Lionel Friedberg. The photographs alone are worth the price of admission. I first heard about this tell-all in The New York Times. It got ample coverage there, and not in the book section. The Times said: an “… unorthodox life… pretty shocking… a ribald memoir… lurid… no detail too excruciating…” The preface of the 287-page memoir tells us the Scotty Bowers was discharged from the U.S. Marines at the end of World War II and moved to Hollywood. He got a job in a gas station and in that preface he boasts he “knew Hollywood like no one else knew it.” He reminisces about “dear and wonderful friends… Kate, Spence, Judy, Tyrone, George, Cary, Rita, Charles, Randolph, Edith, Vivien… ” On page one, we’re in Los Angeles, it’s 1946 and Bowers is a handsome 23-year-old ex-Marine. On page two Tattoo Guns For Cheap, he’s “approached” by “none other than actor Walter Pidgeon” (“Mrs. Miniver”).

And, we’re off: He soon drops Gore Vidal’s name. Then, subsequently, he backtracks to shore leaves in 1944 when he had what he calls “flings” with Cary Grant and Randolph Scott, and reports he saw “Marion Davies… again.” Soon, he reveals composer Cole Porter could take on several ex-Marines at one time and that Porter had a passion for oral sex — could do twenty guys in an evening. In a chapter called “Star Treatment,” the book heats up with director George Cukor’s take on Katharine Hepburn and her short haircut, “boyish… wearing a suit and trousers… masculine…” and, for bad measure, throws in Cukor’s initial dislike of Katharine Hepburn. Next, Cukor’s description of Judy Garland: “That dreadful woman!” And, for bad measure, surprising (shocking?) news about Tyrone Power. He claims Cary Grant and Randolph Scott — he calls Randolph Scott “Randy” — shared a house together, Grant at 40; Scott at 46.

Katharine Hepburn gets it again. He goes on to say Hepburn and Spencer Tracy were not having an affair — that Tracy actually found her “rude.” Yes, Bowers procured girls for Hepburn — nice young dark-haired, not too heavily made up. Hepburn had a blemished face, he reveals, twice. Howard Hughes makes an appearance about now, and Bowers arranged ladies for Hughes who hardly ever had sex with them as “the tiniest blemish or pimple put him off.”; also Errol Flynn, who was “dashingly handsome” but, Flynn drank so much the “very young” girls procured for him rarely got any action. He found Rita Hayworth, “a very beautiful woman” and cheap. Her brother Eduardo, delivered papers in the Hollywood Hills in a “beat up old World War II Jeep” and Rita neither contributed a dime to his welfare nor much-needed Jeep repairs. Bowers describes Rita Hayworth as a “hardheaded woman… with a mean and stingy streak… ” Jumping ahead to Chapter 13: Scotty Bowers bartended a party for Cary Grant and “Randy” Scott at their place behind the Chateau Marmot.

Another leap forward, Scotty Bowers trots out Wallis Simpson and Edward, The Duke and Duchess of Windsor. He said Edward was a classic case of a bisexual man; he refers to Edward as Eddie and Wallis as Wally, and, he adds Wallis was “a dyke.” It’s in the book! Pressing forward, a Section called “Myths,” we’re back to hapless Spencer Tracy and an evening where Tracy downs several bottles of Scotch. Other than Errol Flynn, he never saw anyone consume as much as Tracy in one evening. The night in question, Tracy happened to be reading a script for a feature he was about to make with Hepburn called Pat and Mike. During the course of the evening, Tracy complained about Hepburn and other slurred topics. Ultimately, the two men wound up in bed where Tracy nibbled on Scotty’s “foreskin.” And, despite Tracy’s state, they had about “an hour… of good sex.” In the middle of the night, Tracy woke up and couldn’t find his way to the bathroom and urinated on the drapes as well as into an open closet. The next morning, none of the previous evening’s shenanigans was mentioned. They remain drinking buddies.

Succinctly, Who’s who and who isn’t — Laurence Olivier and Vivien Leigh; Bowers procured girls for Bob Hope; he spent time with Noel Coward; Maxene, of the Andrews Sisters, came into a party with her girlfriend; Bowers aided Kinsey with his landmark report by supplying pornography. Edith Piaf. Charles Laughton. Rock Hudson “drank too much,” and hated James Dean who misbehaved abominably at a party. Alfred A. Knopf. Monty Clift. Anthony Perkins. Tab Hunter. Roddy McDowell. Malcolm Forbes. And, alas, Somerset Maugham: “bisexual and heavily into voyeurism.” J. Edgar Hoover. Brian Epstein (The Beatles’ manager). And, finally: the end, and, maybe, only the beginning.

Wrap: a). After all that, one wonders what really happened to the unpublished manuscript with Tennessee Williams’ take on Scotty Bowers. Was it secretly incorporated here? b). And how is it Scotty Bowers never got paid for his procuring talents but was rewarded for sex, as well as bartending and handyman-ing. Is it not downplayed to avoid the IRS’s ire? To make him look like a good guy? Or, did he hook people up out of the kindness of his heart? c). Bowers admits to having foreskin and expresses pride in his three-piece set, but there is never any discussion of STD’s or ED (Scotty could have sex multiple times a day), let alone (gulp) crabs… Or, abortion. Or, contraception.

Foot Thought: While he was bartending a Hollywood party, Lucille Ball sashays in and slaps Scotty Bowers in the face. (Bowers matchmaker-ed for Desi Arnaz). One wonders why he wasn’t hit more often. On the other hand, I, for one, would like to shake his hand. Before moving on, it is seductive to note that the original manuscript of Full Service was vetted by libel lawyers and “information” deleted. It’s hard to imagine anything more jaw dropping than this book, but apparently there’s more. So, if the last word isn’t in, will there be a sequel? Hold the Phone! A documentary is in the works.

Book five is more about the writer and falls into the category of news. Literary giant-cultural and literary critic-teacher, and openly gay writer Edmund White, had a stroke.

Upfront Note: White was recently included in a weighty new compendium on the world’s better homosexual writers Eminent Outlaws by Christopher Bram. So, Edmund White is among the best. White recovered quickly from the setback and word is, his brain was not affected. For a few hairy days in December 2011, he was incapacitated and “flat on his back.” Repeat: He is now OK. White’s twelfth novel, Jack Holmes and His Friends has been well received and widely reviewed. Entertainment Weekly magazine reviewer Adam Markovitz said White’s “prose is always most alive when it sneaks underneath the sheets.” Right on. Jack Holmes and His Friends has a newly explored theme: It’s a moving, witty, insightful and complicated account of unrequited love and friendship between two men, one gay, one straight, spanning two decades, a Harry Met Sammy, if you will. Can these two guys be friends? Possibly. For sure, it’s a titillating tale. Apropos of nothing: Here’s a quote White gave a young writer who asked his advice: “To sleep with older writers is a good idea.” Amen. Meanwhile, Edmund White is in good company here.

Eminent Outlaws: The Gay Writers Who Changed America by Christopher Bram (Hachette Books) critically chronicles the lives of homosexual poets, novelists and playwrights from Gore Vidal to Tony Kushner to Truman Capote to Tennessee Williams to Edward Albee, and lastly but not last, James Baldwin. It’s well worth a look.

Having said all that — the true quandary here is: To buy an electronic reader or to not buy an electronic reader, and if so — Kindle, Nook or iPad? For now, I prefer books made of paper, parchment, pulp, new, recycled, used, hard cover, paperback. But, I’m comparative shopping for an e-reader and it makes me feel so young.

Runners have marathons, trekkers have Kilimanjaro or the Himalayas, and poets? Poets have NaPoWriMo Tattoo Ink Sets, otherwise known as National Poetry Writing Month and I have been taking part for the second year running. The challenge is to write a different poem every day throughout the month of April, finishing up with 30 poems in 30 days. It was started by American poet Maureen Thorson nine years ago and now there are hundreds of poets taking part. They are mainly from the US, so if there are any other British poets doing it I’d love to hear from you.

Last year my friends asked me if I was doing it for charity, so this year I decided to get people to sponsor me. I chose four charities seemingly with little in common, but all of them in some way work towards breaking down barriers people have when it comes to education or reading. The Royal National Institute of Blind People Tattoo Tools, the National Literacy Trust, WomanKind and The National Autistic Society.

Some of these are personal choices too. Two of my nephews are diagnosed autistic and face their own challenges daily. As does everyone whom these charities help. To me reading and learning are two of the most important things in life and not to have full access to them can take away from the quality of life. Whether it be through lack of human or gender rights, lack of sight or any other reason.

To write a poem every day you have to get your ideas where you can. The news is often a good source. This one was on the day Aung San Syu Kyi won her by-election in Burma. It’s a Triolet, a form with certain lines repeated.

The people of Burma are happy today,

what we take for granted they fought for.
Although true democracy’s still far away,
the people of Burma are happy today.
The army should harken what they have to say,
raw power for decades they sought more.
The people of Burma are happy today,
what we take for granted they fought for.

From The World Today in Triolet
I also wrote this sonnet because I was impressed with how Ashley Judd spoke out about media preoccupation with how women ought to look.

NaPoWriMo does take over your life for a while. It takes me three to four hours to write a poem and on top of a full time job this doesn’t leave much spare time. I even found myself sitting at separate tables to my friends in pubs to write. But as a way of growing creatively its very effective Tattoo Machine Supplies, and you feel yourself developing your techniques within a very short time-frame. I’ve also been picking up tips from The Academy of American Poets.

I try to make them as different as possible, but the ones I enjoy writing the most are the narrative poems that tell a story. Some are Science Fiction:
And so in time the cats and dogs
learnt from their human masters,
the power of speech, the use of tools,
and philosophic answers.

From The Human God’s Lament
While this one has a horror theme with a repeating style known as a Pantoum:
Deep inside a dreadful forest,
where the angels hid their breathing.
There once stood a house immodest.
They who made it left it screaming.

Where the angels hide their breathing,
there’s a creature made in error.
Those who made it left it screaming
and their lives are full of terror.

There’s a creature made in error,
who regrets that they existed,
and their life was full of terror,
for of spirit they consisted.

From The Phantom Pantoum

I completed NaPoWriMo on the 30th April and I’m now looking forward to sitting at the same table as my friends again.

Some press accounts and various advocates have labeled the Regional Greenhouse Gas Initiative (RGGI) as near “the brink of failure” because of the recent trend of very low auction prices. Likewise, commentators have recently characterized the European Union Emission Trading Scheme (EU ETS) as possibly “sinking into oblivion” because of low allowance prices. Since when are low prices (which in this case reflect low marginal abatement costs) considered to be a problem? To understand what’s going on, we need to remind ourselves of the purpose (and promise) of a cap-and-trade regime, and then look at what’s been happening in the respective markets.

The Purpose and Promise of Cap-and-Trade

A cap-and-trade system — if well-designed, implemented, and enforced — will limit total emissions of the regulated pollutant to the desired level (the cap), and will do this (if the cap is binding) in a cost-effective manner, by leading regulated sources to each make reductions until they are all experiencing the same marginal abatement cost (the allowance price). Thus, the sources that initially face the highest abatement costs, reduce less, and those sources that face the lowest abatement costs, reduce more, achieving system-wide minimum costs Replica Hale Bob Dresses, that is, cost effectiveness. So, the purpose and promise, in a nutshell, is to achieve the targeted level of aggregate pollution control, and — if the cap is binding — do this at the lowest possible cost.

RGGI Allowance Prices

The Regional Greenhouse Gas Initiative (RGGI) — a downstream cap-and-trade system for CO2 emissions from the power sector in 10 northeast states (Connecticut Cheap DKNY Clothing, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New York, Rhode Island, and Vermont, with New Jersey now in the process of withdrawing from the coalition), was launched with relatively unambitious targets, principally in order to keep prices down to prevent severe leakage of electricity demand and hence leakage of CO2 emissions from the RGGI region to states and provinces outside of the region (mainly from New York to Pennsylvania).

Emissions are capped from 2012 to 2014, and then, starting in 2015, the cap decreases 2.5 percent per year until it is down by 10 percent in 2019. This would represent a level of emissions 13 percent below the 1990 level of emissions. It was originally thought that this would be some 35 percent below the Business-as-Usual (BAU) level in 2019. Sounds good. What happened is not that the system performed other than designed, but that “business was not as usual.” That is, what happened is that unregulated power-sector (BAU) emissions in the northeast fell significantly. (See the graph below of the RGGI cap and historical emissions.)

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So, Why Did Emissions Fall in the RGGI States?

This happened for three reasons. First, because of increasing supplies in the United States of low-cost, unconventional sources of natural gas, prices for this fuel have fallen dramatically since 2008. (See the graph below of natural gas and coal prices.) That has meant greater dispatch of electricity from gas-fueled power plants (relative to coal-fired plants), more investment in new gas-fired generating plants, less investment in coal-fired generating capacity, and retirement of existing coal-fired capacity, all of which has contributed to lower CO2 emissions.

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Second, the worst economic recession since the Great Depression hit the United States in 2008, causing dramatic reductions in electricity demand in the industrial and commercial sectors, reducing emissions. (See the graph below of quarterly percentage change in U.S. GDP, 2007–2009.)

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Third and finally, moderate northeast temperatures have kept down CO2 emissions linked with both heating and cooling.

Low Emissions, Low Allowance Demand, Low Allowance Prices

So, for the three reasons above, BAU CO2 emissions from the power sector in the RGGI states are dramatically below what was originally (and quite reasonably) anticipated. The supply of RGGI CO2 allowances made available at auction is — by law — unchanged, but demand for these allowances has fallen dramatically, hence the fall in RGGI allowance prices. (See the graph below of RGGI allowance prices, 2008–2010.)

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Given that emissions are below the RGGI cap and — due to expectations regarding future natural gas prices — are likely to remain below the cap, there is no scarcity of allowances. Shouldn’t the price fall to zero? In theory, yes, except that the system has an auction reservation price of $1.86 per ton built in, thereby creating a price floor of precisely this amount.

Is RGGI a Failure?

So, the cap put in place by the RGGI system is being achieved, but it is not binding. RGGI may not be particularly relevant, but it is not thereby a flawed system; surely it is not a failure. Rather, a great environmental success has been achieved by the “fortunate coincidence” of low natural gas prices, economic recession, and mild weather. This is hardly something to be lamented.

True enough, the RGGI system does have flaws (such as its narrow scope limited to electricity generation, and its lack of a simple safety valve, as I have written about in the past). But the low allowance prices are evidence of a success outside of the RGGI market, not evidence of failure within the RGGI market.

If the RGGI states have the desire and the political will to tighten the cap in the future, then the system can again become binding, environmentally relevant, and cost-effective. That’s an ongoing political debate.

To be fair, I should note that the same outcome I have described here can be spun — perhaps for political purposes — quite differently. Recently, a self-described “free-market energy blog” commentator claimed — not without some justification — that RGGI is irrelevant or worse: “Bottom line, the program has raised electricity prices, created a slush fund for each of the member states, and has had virtually no impact on emissions or on global climate change.”

Phrased differently, due to exogenous circumstances (I’ve described above), the RGGI program is non-binding, and so has no direct effect on emissions, but its relatively low auction reservation price does lead to very small impacts on electricity prices, and produces revenues for participating states, revenues which those states would surely claim are of value for state-level energy-efficiency and other programs that indirectly do affect CO2 emissions. So, the real bottom line is that low RGGI allowance prices are not a consequence of poor system design or a fatal flaw of cap-and-trade systems in general, but rather a consequence of what are in reality some exogenous coincidences that have turned out to be good news for the environment.

Now, let’s turn to the European Union Emissions Trading Scheme (EU ETS).

EU ETS Allowance Prices

Unlike RGGI, the EU ETS has not been irrelevant. It has successfully capped European CO2 emissions, achieved significant emissions reductions, and it has done so — more or less — cost-effectively. (More about this hedging on cost-effectiveness below). Not surprisingly, like RGGI, the EU ETS has some design flaws (principally, its limited scope — electricity generation and large-scale manufacturing — and lack of a safety-valve), but as with RGGI, its low allowance prices should not be taken as bad news, but to some degree as good news, and certainly not as a sign of failure of the EU ETS.

Hand-wringing in Europe Over Low Allowance Prices

There has been much hand-wringing in Europe over the “failure of the system” because of low allowance prices. Indeed, Danish Energy Minister Martin Lidegaard said earlier this month that low carbon prices threaten the EU ETS.

Of course, he’s correct that EU ETS allowance prices are “low.” They are down from their historic average of about $20 per ton of CO2 to about $9 per ton currently (having reached an all-time low of $7.88 in early April). Here’s a graph of EU ETS allowance prices (EUAs) over the crucial period of change, January 2007 to January 2009.

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At this point in this essay, I probably don’t need to say that this pattern is partly explained by the global recession, which has hit Europe particularly hard (and now threatens a double-dip recession in a number of European nations). Lower European — and global — demand has meant decreased economic activity in Europe, hence lower energy demand, lower CO2 emissions, and therefore lower demand and lower prices for EU ETS allowances.

Even if we assume a growth rate of European CO2 emissions 1 percent less than the growth rate of GDP (represented by the dotted “counterfactual” BAU line in the graph below, which estimates what emissions would have been from 2005 to 2010 without the introduction of the EU’s Emissions Trading System), the evidence makes clear that the EU ETS has succeeded in reducing emissions significantly below what would be expected from the recession alone.

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This is where an important caveat needs to be introduced. Also feeding into this allowance price depression has been a set of national and regional energy policies, such as those promoting use of renewables, which have served to reduce emissions, demand for allowances, and hence allowance prices (while rendering the overall CO2 program less cost-effective by ensuring that marginal abatement costs remain heterogeneous). So, to the degree that the low allowance prices are due to so-called complimentary policies, the low prices are bad news about public policy (in cost-effectiveness terms), not good news. But this refers to misguided complimentary policies (which fail to bring about any incremental emissions reductions — under the cap-and-trade umbrella — and drive up aggregate cost), not to any design flaw in the EU ETS itself.

Multiple Goals Typically Require Multiple Policy Instruments

No doubt, Minister Lidegaard is aware of the allowance price impacts of the recession, and I hope he’s aware of the allowance price consequences of these other energy and environmental policies. The problem arises, however, because he sees the fundamental purpose of the EU ETS as somewhat broader than what I described at the beginning of this essay (namely, achieving emissions consistent with some cap, and doing so cost-effectively — if the cap is binding). For him — and many other European observers — “the purpose of the ETS was to cap CO2 emissions in the E.U. and ensure clear economic incentives for investment in renewables.” So, the hand-wringing is not about a failure to achieve emissions reductions cost-effectively, but to have prices high enough to achieve other goals — in this case, greater use of renewable sources of energy. For others, the “other goals” have involved allowance prices high enough to bring about some targeted amount of technology innovation.

As I have written at this blog in the past, having multiple policy goals typically necessitates multiple policy instruments. For example, if the goal is a combination of reducing emissions cost-effectively and having prices maintained at some minimum (whether to bring about greater use of renewable energy sources or to inspire more technology innovation), then two policy instruments are needed to do the job: a cap-and-trade system for the first goal in combination with a carbon tax in the form of a price floor (as in RGGI) for the second goal.

Don’t Throw Out the Baby With the Bath Water

In other words, the EU ETS has not failed, but the design was inadequate (that is, incomplete) for what politicians now seem to want. If the Europeans want a price floor in their system (or better yet, a price collar, which would combine a price floor with a safety valve, i.e., price ceiling), then this is certainly feasible technically and economically. Likewise, if the EU member states have the desire and the political will to tighten the cap in the future, there are a variety of ways in which they can accomplish this, rendering the program more stringent and increasing allowances prices. But, in any event, the European Commission’s Energy division, Environment division, and Climate division should sort out the real effects of the “complimentary policies” that have contaminated the EU ETS, and which fail to bring about additional emissions reductions but drive up costs. Whether any of this is feasible politically is a question that my European colleagues and friends can best address.

David Sedaris

When Alex Heard tenderly busted David Sedaris in the New Republic last month for adulterating his nonfiction with many imagined settings, scenes, and dialogue, I expected journalists and others to rebuke the best-selling humorist. As for Sedaris, I expected him to acknowledge that he had erred by making up stuff, but those days were behind him.

I was wrong.

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Instead, Sedaris found many allies in the press. The Washington Post’sPeter Carlson called the New Republic piece “truly ridiculous,” and suggested that Heard launch similar investigations into the works of James Thurber, Mark Twain, and Bill Cosby. “Exaggeration and embellishment are what allow humor to suggest larger truths,” wrote J. Peder Zane in the Raleigh News & Observer. Columnist Jon Carroll agreed in the San Francisco Chronicle: “A humorist has lots of latitude because funny things don’t usually write funny.” Writing in his Webzine, RU Sirius, who mistakenly identified Tad Friend as the author of the Sedaris piece, warned against “judging creative, funny storytellers by the strict standards we should apply to politicians.”

Sedaris, for one, exhibited no regrets in his discussion with a Newsdayreporter at the end of March. “I still stand by what I wrote,” he said. He dismisses Heard without disputing so much as one of the article’s findings, saying, “I’m probably lucky the person who wrote it is so incompetent.”

Sedaris and company want to erect a penumbra that shields humorists from criticism when they blend fiction into their nonfiction but still insist on calling it nonfiction. The logic behind this is difficult to follow. If writing fiction is the license Sedaris and other nonfiction humorists need to get at “larger truths,” why limit this exemption to humorists? Let reporters covering city hall, war, and business to embellish and exaggerate so they can capture “larger truths,” too. I’m sure that Stephen Glass, Jayson Blair, Christopher Newton, and Slate’s “monkeyfishing guy” would back this idea, especially if applied retroactively.

Jon Carroll thinks humorists require “latitude” to make things funny, a notion I find bogus. I find stories that are absolutely true—like the time one of my neighbors, dressed up to party on Saturday night, fell into a 55-gallon drum filled with human excrement and urine—the funniest.

In one of the most sensible pieces yet published about the Sedaris affair, San Francisco Chroniclebook editor Oscar Villalon offered that Steve Martin and Woody Allen find a way to be funny while working under the fiction label. He seemed to be implying that if Sedaris wants to use his full-blown imagination on making people laugh Tattoo Supplies, he should go ahead and do it.

So, why has Sedaris added fiction to so much of his nonfiction? Villalon asserts that 1) nonfiction sells better than fiction and 2) believable fiction—never mind funny fiction—is incredibly difficult to pull off. The easiest way out for a writer is to spice his nonfiction with just a little fiction to sharpen the story and make it more entertaining. This appears to be Sedaris’ method. As Heard’s piece explains—some of Sedaris’ pieces aren’t funny unless leavened with fiction, notably “Giant Dream, Midget Abilities” and “Go Carolina” from Me Talk Pretty One Day. Writes Heard, “Indeed, if Sedaris hadn’t made up significant events and dialogue in these pieces, he wouldn’t have had ‘nonfiction’ stories to tell.”

I took seriously Peter Carlson’s sarcastic suggestion that Heard next investigate the work of Thurber, Twain Tattoo Supplies, and Cosby for evidence that they made up stuff by looking into Thurber’s work. After a little puttering around in Nexis, I confirmed that members of his family objected to the treatment they received in the nonfiction pieces he wrote about them for The New Yorker in the early 1950s. Oblivious to the “latitude” humorists require or the “larger truths” they hunt, Thurber’s kin protested. Before the pieces were incorporated into 1952’s The Thurber Album, the humorist pacified his family with changes, writes Robert Gottlieb in a Sept. 8, 2003, New Yorker essay.

Sedaris has long insisted that his nonfiction stories are both true and exaggerated, which when you think about it is impossible. But you’ve got to give him credit for choosing the word “exaggerated”—it gives a writer all the indemnification he needs against charges that he’s fabricated. Made-up dialogue? It’s an exaggeration. A made-up scene? It’s just an embellishment. An altered setting? Hyperbole!

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The first time Herb Hyman spoke with the rep from Starbucks, in 1991, the life of his small business flashed before his eyes. For three decades, Hyman’s handful of Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf stores had been filling the caffeine needs of Los Angeles locals and the Hollywood elite: Johnny Carson had his own blend there; Jacques Cousteau arranged to have Hyman’s coffee care packages meet his ship at ports around the world; and Dirty Dozen leading man Lee Marvin often worked behind the counter with Hyman for fun. But when the word came down that the rising Seattle coffee juggernaut was plotting its raid on Los Angeles, Hyman feared his life’s work would be trampled underfoot. Starbucks even promised as much. “They just flat-out said, ‘If you don’t sell out to us, we’re going to surround your stores,’ ” Hyman recalled. “And lo and behold Buy Karen Millen Dresses, that’s what happened—and it was the best thing that ever happened to us.”

Ever since Starbucks blanketed every functioning community in America with its cafes, the one effect of its expansion that has steamed people the most has been the widely assumed dying-off of mom and pop coffeehouses. Our cities once overflowed with charming independent coffee shops, the popular thinking goes, until the corporate steamroller known as Starbucks came through and crushed them all, perhaps tossing the victims a complimentary Alanis Morrisette CD to ease the psychic pain. In a world where Starbucks operates nearly 15,000 stores, with six new ones opening each day Buy Chloe Dresses, isn’t this a reasonable assumption? How could momma and poppa coffee hope to survive? But Hyman didn’t misspeak—and neither did the dozens of other coffeehouse owners I’ve interviewed. Strange as it sounds, the best way to boost sales at your independently owned coffeehouse may just be to have Starbucks move in next-door.

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That’s certainly how it worked out for Hyman. Soon after declining Starbucks’s buyout offer, Hyman received the expected news that the company was opening up next to one of his stores. But instead of panicking Buy DKNY Clothing, he decided to call his friend Jim Stewart, founder of the Seattle’s Best Coffee chain, to find out what really happens when a Starbucks opens nearby. “You’re going to love it,” Stewart reported. “They’ll do all of your marketing for you, and your sales will soar.” The prediction came true: Each new Starbucks store created a local buzz, drawing new converts to the latte-drinking fold. When the lines at Starbucks grew beyond the point of reason, these converts started venturing out—and, Look! There was another coffeehouse right next-door! Hyman’s new neighbor boosted his sales so much that he decided to turn the tactic around and start targeting Starbucks. “We bought a Chinese restaurant right next to one of their stores and converted it, and by God, it was doing $1 million a year right away,” he said.

Hyman isn’t the only one who has experienced this Starbucks reverse jinx. Orange County Discount Karen Millen Dresses, Calif., coffeehouse owner Martin Diedrich started hyperventilating when he first heard a Starbucks was opening “within a stone’s throw” of his cafe, yet he reported similar results: “I didn’t suffer whatsoever. Ultimately I prospered, in no small part because of it.” Ward Barbee, the recently passed founder of the coffee trade magazine Fresh Cup, saw this happen scores of times. “Anyone who complains about having a Starbucks put in next to you is crazy,” he told me. “You want to welcome the manager, give them flowers. It should be the best news that any local coffeehouse ever had.”

Now, lest we get carried away with the happy civic results of Starbucks’ global expansion, I hasten to point out that the company isn’t exactly thrilled to have this effect on its local competitors’ sales. Starbucks is actually trying to be ruthless in its store placements; it wants those independents out of the way, and it frequently succeeds at displacing them through other means, such as buying a mom and pop’s lease or intimidating them into selling out. Beyond the frothy drinks and the touchy-feely decor, Starbucks runs on considerable competitive fire. Consider Tracy Cornell, a former Starbucks real-estate dealmaker who found and locked up a staggering 900 North American retail sites for the company in her decade-plus career. “It was sort of piranha-like,” Cornell told me of her work for Starbucks. “It was just talking to landlords, seeing who was behind on their rent. All I needed was an opening like that, where the landlord wanted out. I was looking for tenants who were weak.”

As much as independent coffeehouse owners generally enjoy having a Starbucks close at hand, most of them seem to have a story or two of someone from the company trying to undercut them. And occasionally a new Starbucks will hurt a mom and pop—even drive them out of business. For example Chloe Dresses sale, in 2006, cafe owner Penny Stafford filed a federal antitrust suit against the company, alleging a nearby Starbucks illegally sank her Bellevue, Wash., coffeehouse. Starbucks employees were passing out samples right outside her front door, Stafford claims DKNY Clothing sale, even though the company’s nearest outlet was over 300 feet away.

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“A Bad Case of the Brain Fag Syndrome: And other mental problems you probably won’t get in America,” by Jesse Bering. Never heard of koro or Old Hag Syndrome? That’s probably because they fall under the “culture-bound” category in the Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. But don’t be fooled, these disorders are more global than we thought. Take, for instance, the Brain Fag Syndrome. It’s a widespread “somatic manifestation of the rather sudden Westernization of African education,” causing headaches and inability to study.

“Debtors’ Prison: How Republicans backed themselves into a corner in the debt debate,” by David Weigel. Just like Joker’s scheme to confuse Batman and the police in The Dark Knight was unsuccessful, so is the Republicans’ current attempt to mold the debt debate, writes the author. Until now, Republicans have succeeded in controlling the terms of the rhetoric game, but now there are too many players—Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, Michele Bachmann, Sen. Mike Lee—out in the field. Still, Weigel says there’s no question about who will win this battle.

“Harry Potter Virgins: Two muggles who never read a page of J.K. Rowling watch the last movie,” by Jessica Grose and John Swansburg. Grose and Swansburg may not know a horcrux from a Blast-Ended Skrewt, but the duo is still pretty sure they understand at least a few Potter particulars. Harry has two buddies Replica Herve Leger v neck, “the ginger and Hermione.” The characters attend a school called Hotchkiss, right?  Oh Replica White Herve leger, and Dumbledore is gay. Ahem. Cringe and cackle as two Slate editors share their pre- and post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows impressions.

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“Murdoch to Buy the Daily Prophet: The dark lord of media has his eyes on a magical property,” by Jack Shafer. After the epic downfall of News of the World, Rupert Murdoch is looking for a way to save his empire. While most believe Murdoch’s next doomed takeover plan will involve the daily muggle tabloid The Sun, Shafer’s media sources reveal the real scoop: The Daily Prophet, the “most widely read newspaper in the wizard community,” will become Murdoch’s next horcrux.

“Men Are From Cuddle, Women Are From Penis: A new study supposedly says women want sex but men want cuddling. Don’t believe it,” by William Saletan. The Kinsey Institute says promiscuity leads to melancholy and men prefer cuddling. Is it true? Only if you think cuddling means being “sexually touched and caressed by your partner.” After a thorough and cynical inspection of the data Replica DKNY Clothes, Saletan concludes that the roles of women and men have not miraculously reversed, and sexual relationships are as complex as ever.

“Trial by Fury: Jury trials aren’t always satisfying, but they’re better than angry mobs Discount DKNY Dresses,” by Dahlia Lithwick. The right to trial by jury – a central tenet of American democracy — is under attack. Why? Juries acquitted Casey Anthony for the killing of her two-year-old daughter and didn’t side with alleged rape victim Jamie Leigh Jones. Juries may not get it right all the time, but they still beat “trial by crazed mob, by the media, or by the crown,” Lithwick writes. The criminal trial isn’t simply about seeking justice for the victim. It’s about protecting innocent defendants.

“How Facebook Saved My Son’s Life: My social network helped diagnose a rare disease that our doctors initially missed,” by Deborah Copaken Kogan. For days, the author traveled from doctor to doctor with her sick kid. Strep throat, said one. Scarlet fever, diagnosed another. As her son’s condition worsened, the author made an unconventional move: She posted his picture to her Facebook profile. Remarkably, her Facebook “friends” recognized the symptoms of a rare heart-related disease before the doctors did.

“Smile, You’re On Everyone’s Camera: Ubiquitious facial-recognition software is coming,” by Farhad Manjoo. Soon, police officers will begin using facial-recognition software. But don’t worry, they’ll only employ it if “officers suspect criminal activity and have no other way to identify a person.” Yeah, right. Don’t believe it, warns the author. It’s only a matter of time before thrusting an iPhone into a stranger’s face will no longer be socially taboo: Once facial-recognition software is commercially available, we can kiss anonymity good-bye for good.

“Malta: 10 Days, 6,000 Years of History Replica DKNY Clothing,” by Happy Menocal and John Swansburg. Tiny Malta, an island flanked by neighbors Sicily and Libya Buy Karen Millen Dresses, is “somewhat tacky.” But don’t let the smallest member of the European Union fool you: It has a history of contrast and contradiction dating back 6,000 years. The authors spent ten days exploring Malta’s overwhelming dedication to Catholicism (divorce is illegal), raging parties, obsession with fireworks and Odysseusian visits.  Their adventures are recorded in this illustrated five-part series.

George W. Bush

What is it with George W. Bush and his insistent demand for the gratitude of foreigners?

In São Paulo, Brazil, last week, on the first day of his Latin America tour Discount Christian Audigier Clothing, the president said, “I don’t think America gets enough credit for trying to improve people’s lives.”

The complaint was reminiscent of earlier expressions of pique.

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In his memoir of his year in Baghdad as head of the Coalition Provisional Authority, L. Paul Bremer recalled that President Bush once told him that the leader of a new Iraqi government had to be “someone who’s willing to stand up and thank the American people for their sacrifice in liberating Iraq.”

Bremer noted that Bush made this point three times in the course of a single conversation and further insisted that the president of Iraq’s first interim government should be Ghazi al-Yawar, an obscure Sunni Arab businessman, because Bush “had been favorably impressed with his open thanks to the Coalition.”

It was no coincidence, therefore, that when Iyad Allawi, Iraq’s first American-handpicked prime minister, held his maiden press conference in June 2004, he broke into English to say Hale Bob Dresses sale, “I would like to thank the coalition, led by the United States, for the sacrifices they have provided in the … liberation of Iraq.”

President Bush, at his own press conference soon afterward, drew attention at least twice to Allawi’s gratitude.

In September 2004 Buy Chanel Dresses, when Allawi traveled to Washington to speak before a joint session of Congress, one of his opening lines (recited from a speech written mainly by the White House) was: “We Iraqis are grateful to you, America Discount Karen Millen Dresses, for your leadership and your sacrifice for our liberation and our opportunity to start anew.”

Just this past January, in an interview with CBS’s 60 Minutes, President Bush returned to the theme, this time annoyed that the people he’d liberated seemed so unappreciative.

“I think the Iraqi people owe the American people a huge debt of gratitude,” he said. “I mean … we’ve endured great sacrifices to help them Emilio Pucci Dresses sale,” and the American people “wonder whether or not there is a gratitude level that’s significant enough in Iraq.”

There’s a skewed view of the world reflected in these remarks. Does Bush really fail to recognize that even the most pro-Western Iraqis might have mixed feelings, to say the least, about America’s intervention in their affairs—that they might be, at once Discount Herve Leger gown, thankful for the toppling of Saddam Hussein, resentful about the prolonged occupation, and full of hatred toward us for the violent chaos that we unleashed without a hint of a plan for restoring order?

Bush may have had a political motive in making these remarks. He may have calculated that Americans would be more likely to support the war if the people for whom we’re fighting thanked us publicly for the effort. By the same token, their palpable lack of gratitude, and the war’s deepening unpopularity at home, might have heightened his frustration and impelled such peevish outbursts.

But this peevish imperiousness is precisely what’s most disturbing about Bush’s incessant concern with the proper level of fealty. The word that he repeatedly uses when discussing what he wants from nations he thinks he’s helping—”gratitude”—implies a supplicant’s relationship to his lord.

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