The Bush regime has done, and continues to do, enormous damage to America as a civil state. Almost everything has been corrupted: balance of powers, separation of church and state, fiscal and monetary policy, foreign relations, the electoral process, civil liberties, government openness, the rule of law, limitations to corporate influence, media independence. These are the bulwarks of a functioning civil state, and they are all teetering, threatening to fall and push America into economic chaos, massive civil strife, and right wing totalitarianism. I remain convinced that this disastrous undoing of the American democratic framework in just three short years has come about principally because of Bush’s sheer ignorance of the importance of these critical democratic institutions and balances, rather than from a deliberate desire to subvert democracy for partisan political advantage and hence risk destroying what was once the best model of liberal democracy in the history of human civilization.
But no matter what the cause, there is already a huge task ahead rebuilding the massive damage to the social, political and economic fabric that the Bush regime has wreaked. America cannot afford to wait to start planning the work that needs to be done to undo the misdeeds and errors of the past three year, the seeds of which had already been planted by lazy, greedy, ignorant administrations before the current unelected president seized power. Here is the tip of the iceberg: the five comprehensive, far-reaching programs that must be instituted quickly and effectively as soon as Bush has been ousted to begin to rebuild the structural damage, restore international credibility to the American politic, and prevent a recurrence of the abuses and ruin that have been inflicted jointly by a small group of ideological psychopaths and their cohorts in big business and in shady right-wing extremist organizations, with astonishingly little outcry and outrage from the American public or those whose job it is to represent and protect their interests.
(The drawing above, entitled ‘Working Together’, by Sioux artist Ioyan Mani, is one of a stunning collection of drawings available for viewing and purchase here) |
August 21, 2003
POST BUSH: REBUILDING THE AMERICAN CIVIL STATE
August 19, 2003
SUPPORT THIS COMIC
New from Christopher Baldwin, creator of the world’s wordiest and most ornate comic strip Bruno, comes Little Dee, a much simpler strip with four characters, a bear, a dog, a vulture and the title character, a little lost girl. Simpler, but works on several levels, and it’s very charming. Take a load off your soul and enjoy. Links to the complete set to date on my sidebar. |
SEVEN DEADLY SINS
I blew up today. I mean, I got really mad. People who are unreasonable can do that to me. So can people who are unfair, cruel, dishonest, greedy, intolerant, or relentlessly negative. I suppose those are my seven deadly sins of other people, the qualities I just can’t bear in those I deal with personally or professionally. I won’t bore you with the trivial details, except to say I got threatened with bodily harm, threatened with arrest, and almost run over by a tractor.
While trying to cool down, I compiled my own list of seven personal deadly sins. I’ve resolved at various times in my life to overcome these character flaws, but so far without success. I suspect I’m in good company with many of them. If anyone has any self-improvement ideas for these, please let me know:
I don’t think my personal deadly sins are as bad as the seven I can’t abide in others. But thanks to personal deadly sin #7, that’s small consolation. Anyway, I’m calmed down now. (Can’t remember where I snatched this remarkable picture from. It was an online gallery of art works, and if I remember correctly the original was for sale. When I find the reference I’ll put it up here.) |
August 18, 2003
TEN SURVIVAL TIPS FOR ENTREPRENEURS
It’s probably not a bad time to be thinking of setting up your own business. The outlook for employment, thanks to Bush’s insane debt levels and the massive export of jobs by big business to third world countries, is grim. And alternative investments in overpriced stocks and bonds, and even real estate, look unusually risky. So why not make an investment in your own enterprise, and your own future? It’s hard to imagine anyone doing a worse job of managing an organization than the current Administration, or than Enron.
If you do decide to take the plunge, here are the ten tips that have been most valuable to entrepreneurs I have worked with over the years. They’re in approximate order of importance. They’re especially applicable to New Collaborative Enterprises, but they also work for more traditional small businesses.
And if all that fails, or if you’ve already failed as an entrepreneur, try again. Don’t give up. Magazines like Inc. and Fast Company have studied the predictors of entrepreneurial success, and the number one predictor is previous business failure. If you haven’t failed at least once in starting a business, you probably haven’t learned enough to succeed. Next in this series: More on managing cash flow, and Outline for a new business plan. |
August 17, 2003
JOURNALISM 101
Every once in awhile I go back to school: I read up on the basics of writing a good story or essay. Here are some of the lessons I’ve recently learned, courtesy of the Columbia School of Journalism’s site, journalism.org, and csmonitor.com:
Postscript: If you’re ever researching Who Owns What in the media, The CSJ has a great site on just this subject, here. Oh, and the photo is Paul Krugman. Studying his work is also a great way to improve your writing skills. |
August 16, 2003
RHAPSODY
There is something magical about the experience of walking in the dark after a torrential rain, surrounded by nature, with the sounds of wind and crickets, the smell of earth and grass and wet foliage, the sight of trees covered with droplets of water shining in the streetlight, the taste of wild berries, the startling touch of cold water dripping from the trees. I’m not sure if it’s possible to convey the extraordinary feeling these sensations evoke with the blunt and clumsy tools of human language.
Monday afternoon and evening it rained heavily where we live, a rain we desperately needed. Our usual pre-dusk stroll with Chelsea was deferred until the rain finally let up, well after dark. We live in an exurban community with about thirty large lots, with half of each lot restricted by conservation authority regulations (in contiguous stretches) due to the uniqueness of the ecosystem, and hence untouched and untouchable by development of any kind. As a result we feel we ‘share’ the neighbourhood with the abundant wildlife that we encounter daily. In the falling dark, the first thing you notice is the dazzling chlorophyll-enriched green, a colour you only see after a heavy rain. Then, near midnight, by lamplight, the foliage takes on a phosphorescent lime hue with the shimmer and sparkle of raindrops beaded on the leaves, and clinging to the needles of evergreens. In the streetlight and moonlight far above, the conifers become horizontal streaks of contrasting black and emerald, heavily striated by the shadows of the branches above. Black, green and white are the only colours, but there is a vast profusion of rich tones of each. The silhouettes of trees, some thirty feet tall, wave in the gusts of the post-storm wind, and in the branches you can see and hear the occasional rustle of birds. There are puddles in the street and driveways, reflecting the lamplight and the moon’s haze, rippled by the wind. The rain has brought out a family of white-tailed rabbits, scurrying from groundcover to groundcover, and bullfrogs, and in the gully a single young deer. And quietly and gracefully overhead, the occasional tiny bat swoops in search of insects. There are only three sounds: The wind gusting through the trees, the crickets, and your footsteps. The rest is silence, so deep that the world beyond seems to have dropped from existence. Among the scents is the tart whisper of wild raspberries growing by the ponds, and though you can’t see them you can almost taste them. And you can almost taste the earth, the bite of bark and cone and leaf and needle that overwhelms the senses. The wind swirls around you, bracing but not cold, and then when you pass under trees or brush against them you feel the icy touch of newfallen rain. Now in the dark your imagination springs to life. Beneath one large lamplit tree, its leaves so thick that they provide almost full shelter even in heavy rain, you envision a young couple sitting, crosslegged, facing each other, talking in hushed tones, excited, the light from above diffused by leaves and branches so that the young faces are streaked with shadows. Their eyes seem almost to shine in the dark. They have two books, open, dog-eared, beside them. You can hear the second movement of Ravel’s Concerto in G, the first part, the sad, hesitant piano solo and then the rhapsodic flute coming in, two voices in quiet but animated conversation, like the conversation of the young couple. They have this remarkable music playing on a portable stereo under the tree. |
August 15, 2003
FAIR AND BALANCED
In case I disappointed my fellow bloggers who honoured Fair and Balanced Reporting day today throughout the blogosphere by renaming their blogs to include the revered and copyright term of the preposterous Fox News, Fair and Balanced, I offer this late apology, and the fair and balanced photo at right, showing Mr. & Mrs. Bush renewing their wedding vows last weekend in Niagara Falls, Ontario. Regular unbalanced reporting will resume tomorrow. |
DOONSBURY ON BLOGGING
Gary Trudeau’s strip takes on bloggers’ block and the temptation that we’re all sometimes prone to. Read the whole strip. |
WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE LIGHTS WENT OUT?
Noon Friday and we just got power back after 20 hours. I thought I’d set aside the usual heavy stuff and let those affected, especially those without blogs of their own, tell their stories in the Comments about how the blackout affected, and continues to affect, them. It might make an interesting archive.
At 4:15 yesterday afternoon I was driving home from downtown Toronto and had just reached the last stoplight on my commute before I pass that great divide from city to country (about half my commute is urban expressway, and the other half idyllic country roads). Suddenly the stoplights went out and chaos ensued at the intersection. I tried to phone the local police and radio station on my cell to tell them about the outage, but both numbers rang busy. And the all-news radio station wasn’t even on the air. So I drove blithely home through the country, found the lights off at home as well (not an uncommon occurrence that far out in the boonies), and decided to take Chelsea the dog out for a walk on the lovely and renowned Bruce Trail (about 5 minutes from where I live) and pick up some groceries at the same time. Well the village lights were out, too, so I was starting to catch on something was amiss. But we went for a leisurely walk on the trail. When we returned to the car and headed up to the supermarket was shut up tight. So I went back to the convenience store, and saw the large lineup of people buying ice and bottled water in the darkened store, and, standing in the lineup, got the story that 80 million people were afffected and the blackout was expected to last for hours or even days. Returning home I called my wife and found that, due to gridlock at every intersection, she would be an hour late getting home from her work, and then a neighbour knocked on the door and invited us (including Chelsea) for a barbecue and bonfire at their house until the lights came back on (she walked a half mile to deliver the invitation — our neighbourhood is like that). So we spent the evening with a small group of neighbours, looking at the stars, helping each other plan what would be needed if the blackout lasted for days, and betting on what time the lights would return (we all bet they would be on by this morning, so nobody won the bet). Because of the danger of candles (six families lost their homes in three Toronto area fires caused by falling candles last night), I brought in the six portable solar lights from out by the pool and set them around the house so we would have a trail to the bathroom during the night. This morning we set aside our work schedules (all offices in Toronto are closed today) and we went outside and enjoyed the pool, the morning quiet, and a bit of reading and gardening. Now the power is back (though we’re threated with two-hour rotating shutdowns), but we’re just going to take the day off and do things unelectric. In the meantime, please use the Comments to share your story of the Great Blackout of 2003. And take care of yourself, and each other. |
August 14, 2003
CORPORATIONS VS. CITIZENS – WE LOSE ANOTHER ROUND
Incredibly, Consumers’ Union, publisher of Consumer Reports has been told it must go to trial after all to defend itself, and all of us, from Suzuki’s claim that CU’s 1996 ‘Not Acceptable’ safety rating of the Suzuki Samurai (because of high rollover risk), ‘disparaged’ the product. The case, which was originally thrown out for lack of evidence, was reinstated by a higher court, and recently the federal Court of Appeals refused, 13-11, to throw the case out. It now goes to the US Supreme Court for final assessment of whether it should be tried, and we all know how that bench is stacked. So expect an expensive court case pitting the $13B Suzuki and its controlling shareholder, the $186B GM, against the not-for-profit $165M CU. Here’s what the Court of Appeals’ dissenting opinion said about the decision:
If Suzuki can get to trial on evidence this flimsy, no consumer group in the country will be safe from assault by hordes of handsomely paid lawyers deploying scorched-earth litigation tactics. The ultimate losers will be American consumers denied access to independent information about the safety and usefulness of products they buy with their hard-earned dollars.
Stack this one on top of Nike’s lawsuit to protect its right to lie to consumers with impunity about its shoddy products and practices (Update: the US Supreme Court brushed off Nike’s dismissal request in June, calling it ‘premature’, but left no doubt it would decide in Nike’s favour should Nike lose at the lower court level). Big business already has the Bush administration in its back pocket, and both sides of both houses of Congress bowing to its every demand, and now it’s entrenching its hold over the judiciary branch. If Suzuki wins this, there is nowhere left to hide. Corporations will become the privileged, first-class citizens with all the power and resources, and ‘we the people’ will become second-class citizens without recourse, reduced, as the big corporations desire, to mere, and silent, consumers. |

The Bush regime has done, and continues to do, enormous damage to America as a civil state. Almost everything has been corrupted: balance of powers, separation of church and state, fiscal and monetary policy, foreign relations, the electoral process, civil liberties, government openness, the rule of law, limitations to corporate influence, media independence. These are the bulwarks of a functioning civil state, and they are all teetering, threatening to fall and push America into economic chaos, massive civil strife, and right wing totalitarianism. I remain convinced that this disastrous undoing of the American democratic framework in just three short years has come about principally because of Bush’s sheer ignorance of the importance of these critical democratic institutions and balances, rather than from a deliberate desire to subvert democracy for partisan political advantage and hence risk destroying what was once the best model of liberal democracy in the history of human civilization.
New from Christopher Baldwin, creator of the world’s wordiest and most ornate comic strip Bruno, comes Little Dee, a much simpler strip with four characters, a bear, a dog, a vulture and the title character, a little lost girl. Simpler, but works on several levels, and it’s
I blew up today. I mean, I got
It’s probably not a bad time to be thinking of setting up your own business. The outlook for employment, thanks to Bush’s insane debt levels and the massive export of jobs by big business to third world countries, is grim. And alternative investments in overpriced stocks and bonds, and even real estate, look unusually risky. So why not make an investment in your own enterprise, and your own future? It’s hard to imagine anyone doing a worse job of managing an organization than the current Administration, or than Enron.
Every once in awhile I go back to school: I read up on the basics of writing a good story or essay. Here are some of the lessons I’ve recently learned, courtesy of the
There is something magical about the experience of walking in the dark after a torrential rain, surrounded by nature, with the sounds of wind and crickets, the smell of earth and grass and wet foliage, the sight of trees covered with droplets of water shining in the streetlight, the taste of wild berries, the startling touch of cold water dripping from the trees. I’m not sure if it’s possible to convey the extraordinary feeling these sensations evoke with the blunt and clumsy tools of human language.
I’m a poor photographer, I’m afraid, especially at night, and cannot capture the evanescent mist, nor the dazzling rich green colour of the trees in the lamplight, nor the stark contrast between the green moonlit branches and the blackness of those in shade, nor the sublime crystalline beauty of the reflection of water-droplets on leaves. You will have to conjure these up from your own imagination.
It’s no wonder that dogs love to walk in, and after, the rain. The wind and the rain have drawn out a profusion of scents. Earth, pinecones, evergreen needles, midsummer florals, acid fruits. The gusts of wind accentuate the sheer variety of smells, dozens of them layered on top of each other, crisp and musty, barely distinguishable by our feeble noses. Chelsea is in sensory heaven.
This is where poetry and music come from. In this enthralling darkness, this swirl of sensation and emotion, lies the opening of possibility, the awakening of ideas and dreams and promises that free us from the suffocating grind of our daily existence, the homogeneity of our frightened and horrible culture, that crushes the life out of us, dessicates our individuality, leaves only dull automatons who do what we are told, do what we must, never again daring to dream that we could be
In case I disappointed my fellow bloggers who honoured Fair and Balanced Reporting day today throughout the blogosphere by renaming their blogs to include the revered and copyright term of the preposterous Fox News,
Gary Trudeau’s strip takes on bloggers’ block and the temptation that we’re all sometimes prone to. Read the
Incredibly, Consumers’ Union, publisher of


