Economic demagoguery

Politics is my favorite spectator sport. It’s often amusing, a little like watching monkeys at the zoo. But when politicians tinker with the economy they’re downright scary. The continuing recession (or recovery, depending on which party is talking) means that the economy will be a political football until the November election.

Most of us don’t fully understand the economy. I sure don’t. But the economic causes and solutions we’re hearing from the politicians set off my bullshit alarm practically every day. Every government attempt to fix the economy, especially in recent years, seems to result in unintended consequences. The only certainty seems to be that you get more of what you subsidize and less of what you tax.

The economists are no help. Every approach to the economy, however loony, is supported by at least one professor of economics. Want to starve a bunch of economists? Lock them in a room until they agree on a pizza order.

So we hear economists and politicians urging the kind of central planning and government spending that is bankrupting Europe. Some want us to emulate China, where a planned economy is headed for a crash and the high-speed trains already are crashing. Others urge a return to Reaganomics, which grew the economy in the 1980s but resulted in leveraged buyouts, junk bonds, and the migration of talent from productive business to the financial sector. All of this politico-economic blather is filtered through the lens of a mostly partisan news media.

A political campaign ought to focus on ideas about the economy and the government’s role in it. Can we reform the tax code to tax entrepreneurs at a lower rate than hedge-fund managers? Must energy policy and environmental protection remain mutually exclusive? Can a targeted job training program help unemployed workers qualify for all those unfilled manufacturing jobs? How can government and the banks team up to allow the housing market to hit bottom with a soft landing for homeowners?

But we’re not going to hear any ideas, are we? Instead, the economy will be fair game for demagoguery such as the attack on capitalism by Republicans who claim to support a free-market economy. Newt Gingrich and Rick Perry in particular revealed their ignorance of business and disdain for the private sector when they attacked Mitt Romney for Bain Capital’s corporate reorganizations. Just think what we’ll hear from the Democrats.

As I understand it, Romney did the same thing my neighbor does when he flips houses. This neighbor bought the crappiest house on the block and invested in a major rehab. In the process he scrapped the inefficient furnace and outdated cabinets, and that sounds like what Bain Capital did to turn around failing companies. Wonder if the executive branch of the federal government could use some remodeling?

The vulture-capitalist schtick is only the beginning. We’re going to hear that Democrats want a socialist system that will bankrupt the economy, and that Republicans want to help millionaires oppress the middle class and cancel Grandma’s Medicare.

It’s going to be a long, depressing campaign. What few economic ideas emerge will be written in crayon.

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I’m dreaming of a Black Friday

It’s Black Friday and I have not set foot in a single store. My objective is to avoid shopping malls and big-box chains until 2012.

Christmas shopping is intended to get everyone into the holiday spirit. Not me. My shopping is strictly utilitarian:  enter store, find what I need (or not), exit store. The only store I actually browse is Home Depot. Christmas shopping in crowded stores, especially under pressure to find something (anything!) for a hard-to-buy-for loved one, is a bah-humbug experience. I can’t enjoy the holidays until the ordeal of shopping is over.

My aversion to Christmas shopping is nothing new. When the Navy sent us to Japan in 1966, my wife and I were looking forward to a non-commercial Christmas in a mostly non-Christian country. To our dismay, the Tokyo merchants had recently discovered Christmas and were embracing it with same manic enthusiasm the Japanese bring to manufacturing and baseball. Every store in the Ginza pulsated with decorations. Christmas carols blared from loudspeakers. One memorable sign read: “Melly Xmas.”

My holiday outlook has not softened over the years. I’m even grateful I do not have grandchildren at Christmas time, because the obvious delight of watching grandkids open presents might not compensate for the traumatic feeding frenzy of a Toys”R”Us store.

Last year I did Black Friday for the first time to get a sale price on something I needed. I stumbled into the store at dawn, found what I wanted in five minutes, and then spent an hour in the longest checkout line I’ve ever seen. Never again.

This year I needed to buy a couple of items of clothing for the holidays, so I anticipated Black Friday by visiting a Kohl’s store just before Thanksgiving. The store didn’t have what I wanted in my size but Kohl’s web site did. Paying $6.95 for shipping beats an hour in the checkout line.

What gets me in the Christmas spirit is the Internet. Ho-ho-ho to you, Al Gore. Amazon.com has been my family’s Santa for years. The kids and I post our wish lists on the Amazon web site and finish our holiday shopping in minutes. I’d set out milk and cookies for Amazon.com if I could.

I won’t avoid all the stores, of course. In a week or two I will spend a leisurely evening on Albuquerque’s luminaria-bedecked Old Town plaza and pick up a few artsy stocking stuffers in tiny, adobe-walled shops. And as I speed past the gridlocked shopping centers I may murmur “Melly Xmas.”

 

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Occupying attention

It must be tough for this season’s new TV shows to compete with the soap opera of the Occupy Wall Street protests. Tents! Drums! Anarchists with iPhones! Convoluted speeches and loony signs! Celebrities and the homeless! Liberal mayors unleashing the cops! You can’t make this stuff up.

What’s nearly as entertaining as the Monty Python antics of the protesters is the strained attempts of the news media and politicians to take them seriously. The consensus seems to be that the occupiers are similar to the Tea Party as an expression of economic discontent, which is like comparing Spring Break to a Realtors’ convention.

Tea Party envy may be driving union bosses and liberal politicians to gingerly embrace the occupiers. There also may be some nostalgia for the anti-war protests of my generation that changed the world and elected Richard Nixon. (I missed out on those because I was in Vietnam.)

Albuquerque’s protest, with a distinctive New Mexico spin, is called (Un)Occupy Albuquerque in recognition of New Mexico’s historic occupation by the Spanish and Anglos. This implies that the place actually belongs to the Indians, but no Native Americans appear to be participating in the protests. Perhaps they’re busy running their casinos.

To better understand the protesters’ demands, I checked the movement’s web site — http://www.occupytogether.org/ — and learned that the occupiers blame corporations for all the ills of the world. They do not advocate any specific solution, such as electing a president who will unleash the power of government to defeat the corporations. Didn’t we already do that?

There are some legitimate issues in there somewhere that many of us might support, but at this point the protesters are not saying much about the economy. Instead, the protest itself has become the cause as occupiers fight for their constitutional right to sleep in the park. This strategy has been a spectacular success in mobilizing the homeless. Why stay in a boring shelter when you can hit on college students, get free food and maybe get on television?

In Albuquerque, the protesters wore Day of the Dead costumes (big holiday here) to mourn the death of their civil rights. One protester claimed they were standing up for their First and Second-Amendment rights (which is a little odd because New Mexico does not require gun registration). Another got on every newscast by announcing a hunger strike until the university president meets with him. The whole issue may wind up in court because the protesters have lawyers. Is this a great country, or what?

All of this is great theater, but whether it can change the course of the nation remains to be seen. The Tea Party had the right idea: They came, they protested and then they went home. Now they occupy the House of Representatives.

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Don’t rain on my fiesta

I never fully appreciated rain until I moved to New Mexico. Needless to say, it’s dry here in the semi-desert.

How dry is it? (rimshot) It’s so dry that the weather forecasters measure precipitation in hundredths of an inch. So dry that wildfires burn tens of thousands of acres every year: A few months ago a car blew a tire, struck sparks on the pavement and started a brushfire that burned for a week. So dry that we water our gardens with drip irrigation systems that dribble water on individual plants. And everybody carries lip moisturizer and a bottle of water.

Precipitation is a routine fact of life in most places but is practically an obsession here. Every TV weather report has the latest drought statistics. Disputes over water rights have kept lawyers employed for a couple of centuries. Folks worry about the chile pepper harvest in the summer and snowfall on the ski slopes in the winter. We worry about our water bills, too.

So nobody complains when it rains. Except during Balloon Fiesta. The fiesta every October is the biggest event of its type in the world. Hundreds of hot-air balloons take to the skies in a spectacular mass ascension at dawn. The week-long event is our biggest tourist draw with 100,000 visitors who pump millions into the local economy. Albuquerque is ideal for ballooning because the wind pattern is just right and the weather is nearly always perfect.

Balloon landed next to my house

Not this year. After a relatively dry summer monsoon season (when we get most of our rain) the heavens opened during Balloon Fiesta and it rained for days. There was still plenty of ballooning – one actually landed in my neighbor’s yard – but some of the major events were rained out.

Most places would consider this an unmitigated bummer, but the rainout was greeted with mixed feelings in Albuquerque. The local newscasts followed every solemn report of event cancellation and dampened tourists with a barely suppressed smile and the comment: “but we REALLY needed the rain.”

A couple of my relatives visiting from Chicago bought VIP tickets to the fiesta, stayed at a classy hotel and left without seeing a single balloon. I commiserated with them and apologized profusely for my city’s weather. But at the same time I was thinking: “My lawn really looks great!”

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Antitrust and déjà vu

The feds filed an antitrust suit to block AT&T’s acquisition of T-Mobile. The Department of Justice claims the merger will limit consumer choice and raise prices for cell phone service. My local state regulatory commissioner welcomed the suit because it will keep AT&T from “monopolizing” cell service.

Here we go again. I worked for the Bell System when the feds brought the last antitrust suit against AT&T in the 1970s, ostensibly for the same reasons. Except it wasn’t really about consumers: Start-up competitors wanted a piece of the lucrative business market in data communications and large businesses wanted more choice in telephone equipment.

Suddenly it was open season on AT&T. Dozens of start-up companies entered the long-distance business and immediately filed their own antitrust suits. Even though consumers were highly satisfied with their own phone service, consumer organizations joined the hue and cry because, well, AT&T was just too damned big.

That antitrust suit was settled when AT&T spun off its two-dozen local phone companies in 1984. I tracked public opinion as Illinois Bell’s survey research guy and noticed a sudden shift a couple of months before the divestiture took effect. Consumers who had overwhelmingly favored breaking up AT&T had an epiphany (and a cow) when they realized how the change would affect them: You mean I have to have different phone companies for local and long distance service? I have to buy my own phone? What a dumb idea! Why didn’t someone tell us about this? They were even more disappointed when the overall cost of residential phone service did not come down and the cheap phones from Best Buy kept breaking.

After the breakup federal and state regulators created “competition” by forcing AT&T and the Baby Bells to sell service at a discount to wholesalers who would resell the service to consumers, essentially carving up the market. Long distance companies like MCI and Worldcom (remember Worldcom?) built their own networks, but anyone with a lawyer and a pulse could start a company to resell phone service with minimal investment. Dozens of government-anointed “competitors” went into the telephone business, failed to attract customers and died like corporate fruit flies. The lawyers did okay, though.

It was technology and the marketplace, not government regulation, that ultimately brought genuine competition to telecommunications. Today I can get telephone service from a wireline phone company, a cable TV company or any of the six cell phone providers in my city. The Internet has made long distance service, once the cash cow of telecommunications, virtually free and wireline service is disappearing. Consumers have a dizzying array of choices and there’s an app for anything you can dream of communicating.

All of this innovation and competition makes it hard for the feds to find monopolies from which to protect the public, so they have to settle for taking down market leaders instead. Hence the antitrust suit to block AT&T’s merger with T-Mobile even though the battle cry of “monopoly” rings a little hollow. It’s more like suing General Motors to protect Studebaker.

If increasing competition and consumer choice were the objective, the government could easily free up more radio spectrum for telecommunications entrepreneurs. Instead, the feds are taming the unruly telecommunications marketplace by picking winners and losers for us. In this case the winners are Verizon and Sprint, which clearly have the best lobbyists. The designated loser is AT&T, which unwisely retained its monopoly-tainted moniker when it was acquired by SBC and should have spent more on lobbyists.

In another solution looking for a problem, the Federal Communications Commission is proposing to regulate the Internet. So it’s déjà vu all over again. The silver lining is that whenever the government tries to regulate technology, technology invariably wins. The lawyers do okay, too.

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Middle-class warfare

Another election campaign is starting, and that means politicians will be telling us that they are standing up for the middle class (and that the other politicians are not). Knowing what class you’re in is important these days because class warfare has become a standard feature of political campaigns. The middle class clearly is the place to be unless you’re Warren Buffett or Bill Gates.

Problem is, the definition of the middle class keeps changing. When I studied sociology in college the middle class was defined specifically as people who had acquired education and specialized skills and worked as professionals, small business owners and skilled tradespeople. Sociologists conducted elaborate studies to further stratify the middle class into upper-middle, lower-middle and the ever-popular middle-middle. Still, everyone agreed that Ward and June Cleaver were middle class and Ralph Kramden was not.

Those tidy class distinctions have eroded. Auto assembly-line workers began identifying themselves as middle class once they could afford Winnebagos. Now the middle class has been hijacked by the politicians.

During the 2008 election the middle class suddenly expanded to practically the entire population from just above the poverty line to the six-figure-salaried. It was a little like Garrison Keillor’s Lake Wobegon, where all the children are above average.

That definition is slipping, however. The government workers who disrupted Wisconsin claimed that they are the middle class, which implies that the ordinary taxpayers who voted Republican are not. Then there’s the 50 percent of the population that pays no federal income tax: Are they middle class? And how do we categorize the Tea Party people and the illegal immigrants? It’s all very confusing.

It gets worse. The traditional middle-class definition includes doctors, business owners and lawyers, some of whom earn more than $250,000 a year. Are these folks still in the middle class, or are they now on the other side of the class divide along with those millionaires and billionaires who ought to pay higher taxes?

The 2012 election campaign is just beginning, and new and exciting definitions of the middle class are bound to emerge. It’s enough to drive a sociologist to drink.

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Three days on the stuttering planet

I went to my annual stuttering convention last month. That’s right, a stuttering… convention:  the annual conference of the National Stuttering Association in Fort Worth, Texas. Stuttering was a problem when I was younger but is not a significant issue in my personal life today, thanks in part to conferences like these.

Stuttering is mostly neurological in origin and often genetic. (Short answer: Our brains process speech less efficiently.) Folks used to think it was psychological because it comes with a lot of emotional baggage: fear of speaking, guilt and shame. Stuttering still is widely misunderstood, and at times seems to be the only disability it’s still okay to ridicule.

People have been trying to fix stuttering for years but there’s no cure. Traditional speech therapy addresses only the behavioral part of stuttering by changing the way you speak. That doesn’t work for most people: Imagine never uttering a spontaneous syllable. As a result many people who stutter have given up on speech therapy, and there’s a booming business in alternative treatments such as assistive devices that don’t work particularly well either.

What does work for most people is therapy that changes your attitudes toward stuttering in addition to helping you speak more smoothly. Some speech-language pathologists specialize in this kind of therapy but – because stuttering affects only one percent of the population –experts are hard to find. I was lucky enough to stumble across this kind of therapy years ago but most stutterers, especially kids in school, still get the old-fashioned, mostly ineffective kind.

Changing your attitude toward stuttering amounts to a cognitive makeover:  walking away from familiar beliefs, letting go of lifelong fear and shame, bringing your stuttering out in the open and accepting that it’s okay to stutter. That’s counterintuitive and downright scary when you’ve spent your life trying your damndest not to stutter.

That’s where the stuttering convention comes in. If you’ve grown up in silent shame and never talked with another stutterer about stuttering, imagine being in a place where stuttering is normal. With more than 800 people, the Fort Worth conference was like spending three days on Planet Stuttering. Some of us stutter a little, some stutter a lot and everyone speaks freely. There are workshops and social activities, but mostly we talk. And talk.

The conference changes the rules about stuttering and opens unimagined possibilities. There are people who are good communicators in spite of their stuttering, people who are succeeding in every career you can imagine, people who have the incredible courage to get up and speak in front of a group for the very first time. And amazing children who have reached levels of self-acceptance I did not attain until middle age.

A lightbulb moment at my first stuttering conference was hearing a presenter who stuttered. I had always assumed that fluent speech was a prerequisite for public speaking and was dumbfounded when this guy stuttered through his presentation, got his point across and drew applause. Finally it occurred to me:  I can do that. And I have.

For people struggling to come to terms with stuttering, three days of immersion in stuttering acceptance is a paradigm-shifting catalyst for change. The experience also forges a deep bond among attendees and many come back year after year.

I attend every conference, not just because I’m on the National Stuttering Association’s board but because I enjoy reconnecting with friends and charging my batteries. The parties are pretty good, too.

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Internet, Internet, make me a match

I’ve met some nice women on the Internet. Really. And I’ve had a few laughs as well.

When my wife of 40 years passed away I had few opportunities to meet people in a new city. So when I was ready to start a new chapter of my life I turned to the Internet. It’s been a strange, new experience:  dating again after decades of marriage, in a 60-something age bracket, and on the Internet.

On most dating sites you post a profile with your photos and information, browse the profiles of others and send a message to anyone who strikes your fancy. If you hit it off online the next step is a coffee date. I now know the location of every Starbuck’s in Albuquerque.

The web site also attempts to match you with likely prospects. Every few days I get a perky message such as: “ABQmomma is a perfect match… she likes cats, too.” Well, yes, but her profile says she also owns a Harley, has a passion for country music and likes men with tattoos. A few of these matches have been pretty close but most confirm the inherent limitations of computers.

I have learned to be more discriminating than the computer. I look closely for common interests and tend to bypass profiles that have more photos of dogs, horses and grandchildren than of the person. Not to mention motorcycles. Women need to be even more discriminating because the dating sites do not verify that members actually are single, and there are some creeps out there.

I get occasional messages from women on the dating site and that’s flattering, but many are out of my age range or in other states. A few are half my age, and I reply politely that I don’t date women younger than my kids and am not looking for a trophy wife.

I get a kick out of one dating site’s improbable ads targeted to my age, gender and location, such as: “Chinese women in New Mexico looking for mature men.” If there are that many Chinese women in New Mexico, why is it so hard to find a good Chinese restaurant? Another ad has provocative photos of nubile Russian women who, the ad claims, are eager to hook up with American geezers. Apparently socialized medicine in the former Soviet Union covers breast implants. You learn something every day.

In my college days, women went for good-looking athletes with sports cars and not nerdy scholarship students. The rules change as we age and women outnumber men. At my age it’s an advantage to be sober and solvent with all my hair and most of my marbles. An 80-year-old friend was a chick magnet in his age bracket because he could still drive at night. And everyone has baggage. I see the battle scars in the profiles of women who specify: “No cheaters! No alcoholics!”

Still, there are some nice people out there. I had a pleasant relationship with a woman whose daughters posted her profile on a dating site: Her first message to me actually came from her daughter. I have met several delightful women who actually were computer matches, which proves that even computers get it right once in a while.

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Getting in touch with my inner Boy Scout

When I retired to New Mexico I resolved to do more outdoorsy stuff and I’m finally getting around to it.

This is a novelty for me because I grew up in a Chicago neighborhood where we learned not to play in the traffic. My only childhood exposure to nature, other than barefoot summers with my grandparents in Mississippi, was the camping, hiking and canoeing I enjoyed as a Boy Scout.

When I raised my own family in the Chicago suburbs camping was a fun, cheap vacation that got the kids good and tired. However, most Midwestern campgrounds have the population density of Chicago and are nothing at all like Walden Pond. We were more likely to be awakened by a fellow camper’s country music than by soft birdcalls. So I was ready for a place where you can drive through miles of open country and see nothing but the occasional art gallery or Indian casino.

As I write this I am happily footsore after a 6-mile hike with a group I joined a few months ago. My hiking boots are nearly broken in and I am enjoying it, although part of me still asks “Are we there yet?” after the first couple of miles.

Last month I took a white-water kayaking class on the Rio Grande near Taos (where it’s a wild mountain river long before it dampens the backs of immigrants on the Texas border). I quickly learned that (a) there’s a reason why kayaking is an Olympic sport and (b) I may be too old for this. You have to sit in a scrunched-up position with knees against the sides while leaning forward to paddle, which can be painful for those of us whose joints are getting a little creaky. Perhaps I could master kayaking eventually but would make some chiropractor wealthy in the process.

White-water rafting is more my speed. A few days ago a lady friend and I took a half-day raft trip, paddling in reasonable comfort and getting splashed a lot while bouncing through the rapids. We even enjoyed the unplanned swim when an inexperienced guide capsized our raft. I will do this again and also hope to do some canoeing on a quieter stretch of river.

I have not yet tried camping in New Mexico. It’s quiet and pristine but there are bears out there.

 

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Cell phones cause cancer? So what?

The World Health Organization is making headlines with the pronouncement that cell phones just might possibly cause cancer. According to the Wall Street Journal, these are the same folks who warned us of the dangers of coconut oil, oral contraceptives, dry cleaners and coffee.

I’ve worked with cell phones since I handled publicity for their first customer trial in 1977. Shortly after cell phones were invented a plaintiff’s lawyer claimed they caused cancer and researchers have been churning out studies ever since. So far no study, including the one cited by the World Health Organization, actually proves that cell phones cause cancer. But because the cell phone industry has been unable to prove conclusively that cell phones DO NOT cause cancer the issue remains fair game for panic-peddling.

I’ve been skeptical of official health pronouncements since the government banned cyclamates, an ingredient of diet cola, in the 1970s. My mother-in-law was drinking diet cola by the case, so I figured she was a goner and began planning for her demise. She lived another 30 years and I stopped believing government health warnings.

If cell phones really do cause cancer, so what? The people most likely to be affected are the extreme compulsives who go through life holding their Nokias to their heads. Removing these idiots from the gene pool would be no great loss, especially if cancer gets them before their inattentive driving causes traffic accidents.

 

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