Capitalism vs Communism

Capitalism seemed better suited to free people than communism, or it did to people in capitalist countries, anyway. Of course, capitalism is based on feudalism and imperialism, so it's always been repressive. The rapacious capitalism of the modern era just highlights how bad things have become. Communism, or a managed economy, seemed like a good idea, until it was used no less tyrannically than any other system of governance can be. But capitalist societies are also managed economies. We just don't really admit it. Look at this: . The whole argument here is that fewer people working holds down prices, keeps inflation low. Does it? How does having a permanent underclass benefit society overall? By ensuring there are enough serfs for the billionaires to exploit? Price-gouging in our supermakets tells me a different story. Anytime an opportunity arises to raise prices to increase shareholder and executive profit (and executimes are shareholders, often to a majority of their income), it will be exploited, and everyone other than the million/billionaire class will suffer. And our governments are entirely satisfied with this, left and right, regardless of their rhetoric. If we're going to have a managed economy, let's have one that tries to benefit everyone, rather than one that's about consolidating power. Oh, and tax the billionaires, for God's sake. They really shouldn't exist. Breaking: 5% minimum wage increase "won't increase inflation". Unless the supermarket duopoly etc decide it will.

German Always Works

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What Will The Okies From Illinois?

Oh, look, Dust Bowl's back

Social Media

Closed up shop on Twitter, seriously annoyed with Faceboo and getting there on Instagram, but there's still this, and there's also Mastodon.

Audience here very limited, as it always was, but it's not like I'm trying to make a career out of it.

Travel Woes

I booked my trip to the US for AC's wedding well in advance, but due to staffing issues, changed the dates, so I could help acclimate the new guy to the payroll. That part worked well, but the rebooking had some oversights in it. Like, I changed my return date from Buffalo to Wednesday, but didn't change my Buffalo hotel departure or my flight from Buffalo to O'Hare. This meant that I landed in LAX a day after I was supposed to and had to rebook the flight. American, the code-share partner, couldn't help me with any of it. So I increased my costs fairly significantly. Even better, the flight from O'Hare was cancelled, and the rebooked flight following was late, so I landed in LAX about an hour after I was meant to depart Sydney. This, then, entailed living at LAX for 24 hours - waiting until seven a.m. to tell Qantas customer service my tale of woe. They were going to put me on any earlier flight into Brisbane with a connection to Sydney, but the timing was bad and I wouldn't have made the connection. Thus I ended up on the 22:05 flight. Which was delayed, because the American connecting flight (not sure from where, maybe O'Hare) was late. I ended up in a middle seat in a row of four. I guess that's better than a window seat in a row of three, as there was only one person to bother over the course of the 15 hours we were in the air. The only good things? It was a very nice wedding, full of loving and supporting friends and family. And the next day there was (to me) a surprise christening. And it was great to see all my family again for the first time in something like four or five years. Yeah, I'd do it again, but I'd stick to my plans next time or do a better job of dotting my T's and crossing my I's. Measure twice, cut once as the saying goes, which I often seem to get backwards.

Lest We Forget

Tomorrow is ANZAC Day, the day we commemorate the debacle at Galliopoli, a World War I tribute to the lives lost, the lives destroyed, the waste and horror of war, and to declare that the sacrifices and destruction, terror, trauma, shall not have been for naught. But it has been. At memorials around the nation, as at Returned Servicemen’s Clubs daily, we will solemnly intone a stanza of Laurence Binyon’s poem, “They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;/Age shall not weary them, not the years condemn./At the going down of the sun and in the morning/We will remember them”. A minute of silence will follow. And then we will resume. Tomorrow there will be parades, tomorrow there will be speeches. Tomorrow, after the ceremonies, there will be gatherings. And then there will be two-up at the pubs, meals consumed, poker machines pumped full of money. We have forgotten. We still send our young men into slaughter. We still stir up patriotic fervour and spend our treasure and the lives of those we hold dear in our hearts to kill and be killed, to maim and be maimed, to destroy and be destroyed. The politicians most likely to take offense at being questioned are those most likely to callously send our troops out, to tout the value of a standing military as a bulwark against outside forces who do not threaten us but seem fearsome, for whatever expedient these so-called leaders need to cement their place in power. They politicise the armed forces, not honour them. And it’s easy, because we have forgotten. They will proclaim the good our military do, the humanitarian relief efforts, and these are not false. The military are an incredible logistical resources, unlike anything else we can muster, but that’s an excuse, because we could, in fact, redirect our efforts to creating a humanitarian resource, instead of relying on one primarily focussed on destruction. When American went to war against Japan and Germany, it had no readily available resources to do so, but created them, urgently, and met the challenge. Since then, we’ve had the Cold War, and now the growing challenge of China, but these are challenges we should face without recourse to bellicose posturing. But we’ve forgotten, and often ignore even the reminders. Armistice Day is Veteran’s Day. Who observes the traditional minute of silence on 11 November at 11 a.m.? Who wears a poppy? And for those who do, who continues to vote in the politicians most likely to agree to wage war? Those who have forgotten, those who haven’t learned in the first place. We watch the movies, the television shows, telling us that this is wrong. Then watch the news with complacency as it shows us the failure we have enacted time and again. We make excuses. We turn away. We forget. War is failure. We need to remember that. We failed the ANZACs. We failed. We keep failing. We’re supposed to learn from our failures, fail better, maybe, but also fail less, if we can, but we don’t. They shall not grow old, but they should have. They should still.

Pandemic

So I got the first shot, AstraZeneca, felt great to be on the way to indoor dining, sports attendance, etc. The next day was rough, temp at 38.7 at its highest, but thank God for ibuprofen etc., by the next day I was only slightly above the acceptable temp for the scan at the front entrance for work. Luckily, I'm in a separate building, sparsely attended during the Easter break, so I went in anyway and was able to complete the full day of work, although I was certainly dragging my way home by the end. It's remarkable, isn't it, that these vaccines have been able to be developed so quickly, although I've learned that the technique was first considered when SARS was a thing, but dropped when that virus "disappeared", so it was more a matter of the technology becoming available and the will, so congratulations, Science. I've heard from the Buffalo herd that Pfizer produced a simliar reaction to mine, but I've also heard from colleagues here of longer-duration effects, three days being the max. Still worth it. We won't know for a long time whether this is flu-vax annual or just a one-off, pending the next coronavirus, and re: indoor dining and mask-wearing, etc., don't stop, the vax only means your body's been primed to fight infection, not that you're immune. I plan to spend my time on public transport with a mask and the time in between with hand sanitiser at hand. I'm also glad my local pub has a large beer garden and don't much intend to be going into indoor-only dining anytime soon. Still, glad to be on my way. Next shot is 30 June. In between, I'll get my annual flu shot.

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Book Review: Sequel

Nearly 140 years on, John Banville has revisited Henry James' A Portrait of a Lady, to take up the story from where James left off. I recall the reviews being mixed, at best, and didn't think to take it up, although Henry James remains one of my all-time favorite authors (The Golden Bowl, in particular). Banville's sequel is pretty damn good, as it turns out, although it churns a bit, here and there, rehashing points already sufficiently covered, and it is a bit languid in getting to its point, but that's o.k., too, in the end, as nobody could not accuse James himself similarly. I'd recommend it to other James enthusiasts, if only because seeing Isabel Archer/Osmond released into the future her uncle and cousin meant to watch her enjoy and excel in satisfies the sense we had of her as well, not to mention the exquisite revenge (too strong perhaps) on Gilbert Osmand and Madame Merle.

Editorial

Note this: NY Times publishes Tom Cotton's advocacy for sending troops against citizens on the anniversary of this: Tiananmen Square Massacre

Spooked

It's surreal. The streets are empty. The cafes are shut. The bars, restaurants, libraries, all deserted and dark. Yes, you can get take-away, but social distancing makes the experience very different from the usual bustle of going out for pizza or Thai. The buses don't make all the stops, because there's nobody waiting. At most there will be six people on a bus, even one of the double-length, and everyone sits as far apart as possible. We're working alternating days at home or the office, split into teams. I will not see some of my colleagues now for months. I went to the vet to get some of the special diet food my cats now require. They were open, but have the door locked. Gloved and masked, they open only to allow the animals inside. Everything else takes place over the phone. It's so quiet. Less traffic on the street, fewer people, usually just because they have a dog to walk. I know this is affecting many other people far more than it is me. As an office worker at a hospital, helping run the payroll, I can expect to continue to have an income, which is lucky, since I've just taken on a new home, just prior to this thing blowing up the way it has. But others are being stood down. My upstairs neighbour is an actor and often a stagehand. He will not work now for a long time. Academics, teachers, many others in many different roles will not be able to work. There is no real effort to provide relief. Other countries are guaranteeing 75-80% average earnings for affected people. In the US it's a one-time $1200 check. Here, the Newstart allowance has been raised, minimally, for the first time in 25 years. It's not enough. Billionaires are finding stockpiles of masks and personal protective equipment, and supplying them to hospitals. What was Apple doing with masks in the first place? I have hope this could change the world for good, but no expectations. Bizarrely, Trump's approval ratings are higher than ever before, even while he does a terrible job managing the crisis. Morrison's been forgiven his callous response to the bush fire disaster, as if he's actually doing a good job, even while he contradicts himself at every turn and fails to enact the tough measures that would work to flatten the curve. We're left, around the world, in many countries, to do the job ourselves, even while we cannot interact with one another. Support is staying away. Hand sanitizer is impossible to find. Thank God for soap. The supermarkets now open at seven a.m. for pensioners, eight for the general public. Now they're setting aside seven to eight on Tuesdays and Thursdays for hospital staff. We are on the edge of overwhelmed. It reminds me, sometimes, in my emotional response, to 9/11. I find myself sometimes inexplicably on the edge of tears. The difference seems largely that, whereas 9/11 was galvanizing, there's nothing to be done except nothing. Don't touch your face.

Moving

I've scheduled movers for next weekend, so why am I sitting here not packing? So much to do, so little time to do it.

Destruction Reading about the scale of the devastation of the bushfires, I fear for what remains. Significant parts Tasmanian wilderness stands due to be used to replace what can no longer be logged elsewhere, burned to ash. We must address climate change with science and speed.

Palme d'Or Parasite deserves it. Unexpected at nearly every turn from start to finish.

Road Warrior Days As the US prepares for yet another war in the Middle East, this time against an adversary with ballistic missiles and the potential for nuclear power, should we be heading out to gear up with arm-mounted crossbows and American football shoulder pads or hockey masks?

Mar-Vellous Captain Marvell is all that, and a cute cat, too.

Weather vs. Climate Pretty sure I've seen this No comments:

All Politics Is Local That’s the adage, coined by Tip O’Neil, but the interpretation can be misleading. Yes, you as a candidate rely on the locality in which you run, to be recognised, to have the support necessary, and you build this on your actions. But when you get to the federal level, you’re delivering for the nation much more than for your own district. Spending will be directed down to a local level, but the municipality and the state will have greater local effects than federal spending programs. High-speed trains between Sydney and wherever, a long-held fantasy project, will have local effects, but spread across the cities at the anchor points and in between. So Tony Abbott can point to his record and proudly claim historic site preservation spending on the Sydney Harbour Federation Trust, but that’s not just Warringah, and Warringah knows it. (And whatever happened to the spending he promised years ago, well before his time as PM, to upgrade Brookvale Oval? Never happened. Other local promises? Anyone remember? Thought not.) And he can deride independents as “Labor candidates in disguise”, but that’s disingenuous. Such candidates run on policy, and the latest such to rise up and challenge is putting forth a national agenda. Zali Steggall has cited climate change – something Abbott has categorically stated he doesn’t believe in – as a key issue, a policy that was integral to Kerryn Phelps taking Wentworth off the deposed Prime Minister Malcolm Turnbull. That’s the kind of leadership we want in Canberra. But it’s going to be tough for an independent to drive policy, or a bloc of them, if the LNP or Labor can form government in their own right, which seems increasingly likely for the latter party, given the defections and retirements the former has experienced lately. So vote for the local candidate, but vote for the own who can help get the agenda set. That might not be someone socially progressive and fiscally conservative.

May We Do Better May is still a long ways off, but maybe not long enough to not start thinking about the prospective federal election. Double-dissolution, maybe? Morrison and the LNP don’t have the numbers to get anything much through the Senate, but they’re also a minority government after losing the Wentworth by-election, so perhaps they’ll focus on actually forming government and hope to firm up the Senate later. But their collective goose is cooked, by all accounts and analyses, which means it’s Labor’s election to lose. Or is it? Labor sucks, face it. They are just the LNP-lite. Sure, they’re capable of governing, just, but aside from some small tweaks to social programs, we can’t expect them to do anything truly forward-facing. So that leaves the Greens as the only minor major party available. Except they suck worse the Labor, especially at the federal level, where their entire strategy is on doing deals with Liberal or Labor as it suits them to best get in the news, all the while engaging in ridiculous power struggles that are all that actually gets them any notice and make them look like children. They’ve largely abandoned any pretence at policy other than in sound bites. So independents. Oh, God help us all. Sure, there are minor parties, but they’re effectively just disaffected Liberals or Nationals or independents tarting themselves up as something more than single-issue candidates. And the actual independent independents are usually single-issue pollies, and usually just disaffected Liberals or Nationals tarting themselves up as populists. Luckily, we’ve got preferences. Now the trick with preferences is that when you vote, you’ve got to take into account where candidates and parties are directing theirs. If you’ve got an independent that seems like anything better than the LNP and can put a complex sentence together even if just in printed policy positions, then preference that one, so long as their preferences aren’t going to the LNP. If it is, go Greens, as their preferences usually go to Labor. Then down the line accordingly until the LNP is dead last in your selection barring One Nation. It’s the only way to send a message to either the LNP or Labor: we hate you all and will turn on you if you don’t get your acts together and we’ll always hate the LNP anyway.

Prognostications I’m going to call it early: Trump will be re-elected in 2020. And if he is, very likely Pence will follow in 2024. It doesn’t matter if the Democrats re-take the House and Senate – either or both – in the midterms in November. In fact, even if they do, we can expect nothing from them. Their efforts at investigations will come to little or nothing. If they persue impeachment of Trump and Kavanaugh, it will come to nothing. There are too many Democrats who don’t vote with their party or who would fear a Trump-aligned challenge in the next election cycle. They might protect the Affordable Care Act, what’s left of it, but they’ll never get through the reforms it needs to bring about universal health care. They’ll never get through gun control. They’ll be treading water for two years and with the re-election of Trump will be back in the outer darkness. The Republicans have broken the country. The appointment of Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court seals their grip on power for a generation. Worse, Ruth Bader Ginsberg will soon retire, and that’s going to leave Trump another seat and a 6-3 majority in the Court. Breyer’s 80, so he’ll go, too, and that’s 7-2. Forget dissent. There won’t be anything meaningful. What brought this about? Is it the state of the nation, the income inequality, the institutional racism, the backlash movements these and toxic masculinity have brought, leading to knee-jerk reactions? Is it purely political? If it’s just politics, when did it start? Maybe you could say it started with Nixon, and the resignation of a President before he could be impeached, and the Republican revenge enacted against Clinton that didn’t see his downfall. (Yes, he was bad, in many ways, including his sexual abuse of his power, his financial “reforms” that gave us 2008, chief among them.) Maybe it only started with Obama, and the Republican leaderships’ distaste at having an African American lead the nation. What are the Democrats going to do about 2020? Put up Cory Booker, another black man? Kristin Gillibrand or Elizabeth Warren, another woman? Doesn’t matter. The fact is that Trump goes from strength to strength, whether he accomplishes anything or not. North Korea? Doesn’t matter, his base love the noise he brings. Same with the destruction of civil liberties the Supreme Court will oversee. More black lives lost? Trumpets are fine with it, even Kanye West. More families destroyed in detentions and deportations. You know they want the wall, right? Climate change? That’s not real. LGBTI rights stripped away just when things were looking up? They weren’t, they won’t be, get back in the closet. Abortion? You know that’s gone. Welcome to the Handmaid’s Tale. I miss Howard Dean’s 50-State strategy. The only way America can ever hope to return to any measure of progressivism is to work its way back up all the way from the bottom. States have to turn blue, not just purple. Court-based activism is going to be a long struggle, so gerrymandering has to be eliminated as an option, voter registration is going to have to be opened up, and the greater care in each of these is going to be required that the current state governments will need for where they’ll be going on abortion, LGBTI rights, etc., because the court challenges will mount up and they will reach the Supreme Court and they will get knocked back. America, you’re fucked. Sorry, but you did it to yourselves, as usual, and now you’re going to live with it for a very long time.