Poly Sci 101

One of the fab things about living in Seattle is the high level of political literacy. This means I don’t have to argue with people who still think that the cold war is going on and that the worst threat to democracy is Communism, or as someone wrote on another blog “Communism’s limp-wristed cousin, socialism”.

First- the limp-wristed insult, to which I’d like to say “excuse me, your fox news education is showing”. Resorting to gay bashing doesn’t really make a point, but shows some serious levels of teh stoopid.

Second- here’s a little edumacation for those not so lucky to live in politically astute places.

Communism, democracy, theocracy, monarchy, anarchy, totalitarianism- these are all political systems. They tell us how we want to choose those who would have power over us,what laws they will use to govern and how we will limit their power. Ideally in communism, democracy and anarchy the people have direct control over power, but only anarchy and communism believe that eventually people’s best natures will show through and everyone will behave themselves. Democracy is a bit more realistic about people’s better natures and gives us a way to get rid of asshats through the vote.

Capitalism and socialism are economic systems. These systems tell us how we choose to allocate resources. Pure free market capitalism relies exclusively on competition, socialism relies on cooperation. Capitalism is not exclusive to democracy, quite contrary actually. Fascism is ACTUALLY capitalism attached to totalitarian political structure. Socialism is not anti-democracy either, quite the opposite. Socialism works best when people get to choose it.

Now I may come off as a pinko liberal commie,but I am not in any way, manner, shape or form a communist. I love democracy. I love being a part of shaping the government and I love that everyone in a democracy gets a chance to do that. I want more democracy, not less. I want national referendums and for every single citizen to get to vote easily- including people with criminal records. But when it comes to economics, I am actually a hybrid kind of girl.

For all my proggy tendencies, I don’t think all capitalism is bad. I like the stuff that capitalism produces, like the computer I am sitting at now and the vast array of shoes that currently fill my closets. Capitalism works best for items where the consumer can get near perfect information. I know how many pairs of shoes I need (and how many pairs of shoes I want)and what kind of shoes I want. I also know what I need my computer to do (music, videos, email, word processing, photo editing) and what I don’t need it to do (video games, TV or DVD watching). Competition insures that I can get what I want at a price I am willing to pay.

Then there are things I need that as an individual that I will never get perfect information for. Health care is one of those things. I don’t know if I will live to be 80 without ever suffering from an expensive disease or if I will get hit by a bus tomorrow. The uncertainty factor in health care makes it impossible for me to competitively shop for it. But governments can get near perfect information on health care. They may not know which individuals are going to get cancer or be hit by a bus, but they have pretty good numbers for how many individuals get hit by a bus or get cancer and how much treatment for those things will cost.

Then there are things where I know how much I’ll need and what price I can pay, but the difference in quality doesn’t just make for an unpleasant experience but for a life or death situation. These things include spinach, where i would like some guarantee that trying to get my Popeye on won’t land me in the hospital with kidney failure due to shoddy farming practices. Also, children’s toys. I may know just how good or bad the Kid’s been at Christmas, but taking a lead paint detector with me to the store is not very practical.

For situations like food quality and toy safety, relying on competition alone won’t work. We can’t afford to wait for people to die of ecoli before grocery shopping so that we know what brands of spinach are safe to eat. That is where government regulation comes in. I know in little libertarian fantasies there is no government regulation of anything because competition in the free market will eliminate producers of bad goods. I invite all libertarians to become my personal food and water testers if that dream comes to fruition. I’ll even make the delicious spinach salad with a bacon ecoli dressing, but they have to take the first bite.

I’ve been interrupted by students so many times writing this post that I can’t remember what the original point was. Oops.

Gmail’s chat feature is killing me

It’s way too easy to chat this way. I used to avoid chattiness but now i am having conversations like this all day

me: exactly
I need a nap. it’s a damn shame having to come to work after getting a massage

Sylvia: I need a nap too.
But I am gonna try to send out an application to the Seattle Aquarium!
Yeay, fishies!

me: YAY! You could tell them about how you were teaching about sharks and a student said :Ms. J, are you part black”

Sylvia: lol!
Oh yes!
That would TOTALLY get me the job!

me: Can you put “rocking ghetto bootay” on a resume?

Sylvia: Prolly not…. Might not be as well recieved as I’d hope.

me: You never know. I am thinking my next resume should include something about my cougar skills

Sylvia: rerow!

Dear Australia

Congratulations on dispensing with your own right wing asshat, John Howard, in recent elections.

May I just say that I am insanely jealous that your election came a full year before ours and that we lowly yanks will have to suffer through one more year of Bush. I’ll be honest, our country is in such a state that whoever wins in 08 may not be able to save us.

So party on Aussies, and if any cute Aussie boys want an to marry an American girl so I can escape the coming doom, you know where to find me. (I’m also down with English, French, German, Spanish, and Canadian boys)

After

Many days of eating turkey, and turkey, and stuffing with turkey, and mashed potatoes with turkey, and salad with turkey and just plain turkey…

Tonight we had Ben and Jerry’s for dinner.

The little wheels are turning

Sometimes I feel like my brain is one of those whimsical Rube Goldberg machines and that it takes the longest possible root to the most elegant explanations. And sometimes inspiration lands on my like a piano out of a window.

I’m in the middle of a Rube Goldberg thing at the moment.

As a kid, politics was the religion of my house. We spent Sundays watching Meet the Press and reading the paper. My mom always told me that politics is not a spectrum from left to right, but a circle where the right and left eventually met in totalitarianism. It was her argument for the moderate middle, and I believed it for a long time.

But now I don’t see that it makes any sense unless you are arguing for moderation. I think that the left’s attempts to appear moderate have sent us running to the far right in an effort to keep at a constantly changing mid-point.

What I have decided is that there is a spectrum for policy and another, independent one for execution.

You can have lefty dictators (Stalin) though the nature of conservatism is one that is likely to limit access to power and policy making, there must be a few conservatives out there who actually respect the idea of pure democracy (just because I have never met one doesn’t mean they don’t exist).

That’s what I’ve got so far. Now all I need is a candle that burns through a string that then releases a spoon that launches an egg that falls in a hot skillet that catches on fire and sets off the smoke alarms that make the whole thing more clear in my head. Simple- no?

Belated Thanks

I am hungover and didn’t got to bed until 6amish. I threw out my back lifting the giant turkey in and out of the oven. It was an awesome night.

So things I am thankful for:

1) I have the awesomest kid on the planet.

2) I have really cool friends

3) 20-something year old boys. It was 2 young guys who stayed to clean up and watch Shaolin Soccer (and one of them who gave me -uhm 3 or 4 helpings of “dessert”. Actual line spoken last night “How about the guest bathroom, every time I brace myself on the counter I land in turkey juice”)

4) Chess pie. It’s like sugar in a creamy sugar filling with a sugar crust.

5) My friend Dave’s vegan zucchini bread. OH MY GOD! I have never had anything so delicious and it was vegan and gluten free. I have no idea how he did it.

6) Deviled eggs. I made 18 eggs, they were gone in under 10 minutes.

7) Spanish wine. we had a lovely Spanish rose, but it was the Cava that people were throwing down for to get a glass.

8) Singing with friends and family. I got a Woockie seranade of “You are so beautiful to me”, the Kid and I sang several rounds of ” The sun is a mass of incandescent gas” and the Naughty Proff dedicated “Fat bottomed girls” to Ms. J and I (Though Ms. J has the superior ghetto bootay)

9) Advil, advil, advil

10) Boys who will do a finger puppet reenactment of the Medici’s fight against Savonarola with me while arguing about how to pronounce Medici. I say it’s med-I-chi, he says it’s MED-i- chi