Monday, February 16, 2009

Seattle's Stimulus Bill Protest

Today, I had the opportunity to attend a protest in Seattle against the stimulus bill. It was an orderly affair with a few speeches, a recording of Ronald Reagan waxing on big government and a kumbaya moment singing the National Anthem. (Mind you, I like singing the National Anthem and the crowd was in pretty good tune. But it's still kumbaya.)

Protests are something usually reserved for the other guy in the ideological war. After all, as it has been often noted, conservatives have jobs. However, the stimulus bill's timing, the availability of some conservatives on the Presidents' Day holiday and my need to be downtown at a client's office provided a rare syzygy resulting in the photos below.




An orderly crowd assembled outside of Westlake Mall in downtown Seattle.

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Inauguration Day Musings

I had an exchange today on Facebook with a friend of mine from high-school regarding the inauguration and Obama. I am always preaching. I hope that sometimes people are listening. In any event, it seemed like it might be worth sharing:

Me:
I am following Thumper's advice with regards to the inauguration.

Friend:
And that is...?

Me:
Not a big secret to anyone that knows me well. I am not a fan of Obama for many many policy reasons. Indeed, I have a deep fear that his economic policies will do extreme damage to the long term well being of the United States.

In Bambi, Thumper said:

"If you can't say something nice... don't say nothing at all."

Since so many of my friends are excited about the inauguration, I decided to make just a very small point and leave it at that without ruining everyone else's fun.

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Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Photos from the Capitol Remodel

I recently had the opportunity to tour the Capitol building in Washington, D.C. As you may know, they completed a remodel this fall and, despite the wet blanket complaints about being millions of dollars over budget, I think you will find that the money was well spent.

Senate drinking fountain


Harry Reid's urinal

Friday, November 7, 2008

53% Proud! 46% Ashamed?

Barack Obama won the 2008 Presidential Election over John McCain 53% to 46%. Though I am not an Obama supporter by any stretch of the imagination, I can share in and understand the pride felt by many Americans that a black man has been elected as President of the United States. But what I cannot understand is the shame that so many Americans profess to feeling prior.

Maya Angelou is one of those people that is hard not to like. Her words and voice are captivating. She says such delightful things as "If you have only one smile in you give it to the people you love."

It also turns out that she weighs in on political issues. In a recent interview on NBC, Angelou said the following regarding Obama's election:

I realized almost within a minute, I don't have to apologize for my country when I'm abroad. I can say, "I belong to a great country," and there are Europeans who say, "Aren't you glad to be here in France where we don't have the racism you live under? Aren't you glad you're here in Britain?" I mean, I've been on the defensive so long. But this time I can say, "I am an American, look at us, look at what we've just achieved." It is amazing.
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What's Up with Pennsylvania?

Now that we are in the post-election denouement, I should probably stop writing about the past when everyone is talking about the future of the Republican party and its continuing self-flagellation. But I wrote about that yesterday and it didn't help shake my consternation over the behavior of the Pennsylvania voters in the 2008 election.

At the beginning of the campaign season, I was confident that Republicans could not and need not win Pennsylvania. After all, George W. Bush didn't win it in 2004 and he was re-elected. However, as the race progressed, I became at first hopeful and eventually confident that Pennsylvania would go red in 2008. The polls be damned. How could it not?

Bush lost Pennsylvania to Kerry by only 2% in 2004. And he did this without the numerous offensive political blunders committed by the Democrats in 2008.

Remember:

I'm not from Pennsylvania, not even close. But I was genuinely offended by the blanket comments about racism and was shocked to hear candidates denigrating coal power when multiple key states including Pennsylvania are dependent upon the coal industry.

I was certain that the majority of Pennsylvanians would vote against Obama-Biden and Murtha just to let them know that they will not be treated that way. Apparently, I couldn't have been more wrong. Obama beat McCain by 11 points and Murtha beat his challenger, Republican William Russell, by 16 points.

Pennsylvania, what's up?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

I Am a Republican

Note
My last "I Am a..." post was I Am a Racist. Unlike that post, the title here is not rhetorical sarcasm. I would also prefer that the reader does not take the parallelism of the two titles as a suggestion that "Republican" is simply a euphemism for "Racism". Of course that warning assumes two things that cannot be assumed:

  • I can dictate the thinking of the people that read this blog.
  • People read this blog.
Having gotten that out of the way, please read on...

As long as I have had sufficient self-awareness to consider myself politically anything, I have considered myself conservative. I am not conservative on all issues, but am enough so on many that the label fits me as well as could be expected. Further, I was more than happy to brand myself a Republican when it was conversationally expedient. Democrats were liberal. Republicans were conservative. I was conservative, ergo, I was Republican.

However, branding myself a Republican went from effortless to painful as the Repbulicans went from Ronald Reagan to George W. Bush. It's important for me to note that I am not a Bush hater. On the contrary, I like him. He is personable and honest. My fundamental problem with Bush was and is his Keynsian and big government impulses and the Republican Congress that supported them.

The result of this unexpected idealogical split was that, sometime during the Bush Administration, I stopped calling myself a Republican. As time passed, I started bristling when others referred to me as a Republican, hastily correcting them that I was a conservative and letting them know that there was a difference.

I will be drawing this distinction no more.

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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

America, Not Just Another Pretty Place

In 1981 I embarked upon the first of what have become many pilgrimages to Europe. My mother and her husband were staying in Amsterdam where he was reprising the role of Sancho Panza in the Netherlands Opera production of Don Quixote. As an eighth grader, this Spring break visit was an unforgettable introduction to the beauty and history of Europe. I was and am smitten with its castles, beautifully planned cities and monuments. And no place in Europe has captured me more than Paris. I recognize that praise of anything French is heresy in conservative circles, but it is a feeling that I cannot deny. On that first visit, my mother surprised me with a weekend bus tour to Paris. The tour itself was pretty low budget putting us up in a hotel near Pigalle—Paris' sex district. While it is true that I was then a newly minted teenager with all of the accompanying hormonal rage, it was not the red lights of Pigalle that won me over. Rather, it was the nearby Sacré Coeur and its situation on the hill of Montmartre affording an unrivaled view of Paris' magnificence. It was the Musée du Louvre, the Tour Eiffel and the Arc de Triomphe. It was the spectacular Cathédrale Notre Dame and the beautiful Jardin des Tuileries. It was all of these flourishes of art by architecture and so much more.

When my wife and I married in 1993, Paris is where we went for our honeymoon. It was by then my fourth trip to the City of Lights and yet it still provided surprise. One morning, we were awoken from a jet lag induced hangover by a violinist playing Pachelbel's Canon outside the window of our Paris hotel. Pachelbel's Canon was the song to which my wife had walked down the aisle at our wedding. I joked with her that I had arranged for the violinist as an expression of my love. The truth is I hadn't. I didn't need to. It was just Paris.

I don't believe there is any American city that approaches Paris with a similar grandeur. New York is a miracle of engineering with bridges and skyscrapers that were decades ahead of their time. However, it is largely bereft of the Parisian spectacle—save the French designed and constructed Statue of Liberty. Washington, D.C. is an American city created from whole cloth in the image of a European capital. It has avenues stretching into the distance, impossibly straight. And it has the monuments and museums that befit the seat of world power. But the splendor of Washington is somehow too planned, too inorganic, too sterile.

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