At least pigs feeding at a trough aren't expected to have scruples or morals,
and they certainly don't have the ability to be so duplicitous and cynical as
to be revolting. Not so lobbyists in Washington, DC.
As P&J noted here last week, the K Street bandits have done everything --
including declaring it their patriotic duty -- to get tax breaks on overseas
services for such Big Biz clients as GE and IBM in the "economic stimulus" bill
being pushed by Dubya and his GOP colleagues in Congress. Needless to say, the
latter are wholly owned subsidiaries of Corporate America. This comes at the
expense of the average citizen who's going to take the recession in the teeth,
especially in light of September 11.
Did someone say 9-11? This is the justification being used by lobbyists for
everything from getting the aforementioned tax breaks to drilling for oil in
the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. The New York Times quoted
Representative Edward Markey of Massachusetts, who says he's now hearing lines
like, "The challenge is terrorism. The answer is to re-establish
telecommunications monopolies . . . The challenge is terrorism. The answer is a
$15 billion retroactive tax break to scores of corporations."
While this use of the terrorist attacks on America is heinous, Markey felt
there are some lobbyists who can still toddle about on their hind legs: "No
self-respecting lobbyist," he told the Times, "repackaged his position
as a patriotic response to this tragedy." Well, self-respect, obviously, is at
a premium in the nation's capitol these days. The attitude of these
gutter-crawling white men in suits is summed up by James Albertine, a lobbyist
quoted in the same article: "What happened is a tragedy, certainly, but there
are opportunities. We're in business. This is not a charity." Not that you
would know a charity if you saw one, Mr. Albertine. Sleep tight, Milo
Mindbender.
Meanwhile, Phillipe & Jorge have been wondering about some of the unspoken
"opportunities" that might be cropping up for some of our least favorite
"public servants." The current atmosphere has certainly been an opportunity for
Attorney General Ashcroft (who, like Falwell and Robertson, wears his
authoritarian-style religious zealotry on his sleeve) to attack state laws in
Oregon and California favoring assisted suicide and the availability of medical
marijuana.
Of course, a real conservative (think of the late Barry Goldwater) would stand
tall for state's rights. Ashcroft's actions vis-a-vis assisted suicide and
medical marijuana underscore the fact that he's no conservative, but merely an
old-school fascist.
Your superior correspondents have also been wondering how long Vice President
Dick "Undisclosed Secure Location" Cheney will be around. We believe Tom
Ridge's appointment as head ramrod of homeland security was a clear indication
that Dubya is hedging his bets with his formidable but medically shaky veep --
a guy who could be one slice of steamship round away from purchasing the farm.
We figure it was Daddy who made W take Cheney in the first place, and now that
he's got his walkin' 'n' gum-chewin' presidential rhythms down, he'll revert to
his first choice, Ridge.
But W needs to burnish the former Pennsylvania governor's name recognition,
hence the homeland security gig. He certainly didn't get the nod because he's
got any experience or known aptitude in "homeland security." If merit or
ability were the prime consideration, wouldn't the appointment go to someone
with an extensive military or law enforcement background?
Finally, what's with all the generic nationwide terrorist alerts? What is the
point of these "warnings" with virtually no hint of when, where, what, who, or
how? Is there some action or posture the average citizen can take that will
help? Or is it the fact that by keeping everyone frightened, the Bush
Administration will have more sway in passing the sort of civil
liberties-restricting legislation its been specializing in lately?
Shameless plugs
Tis the season to give shameless plugs to a few friends involved in various
projects that resonate in a seasonal manner. First, local actor Robb Dimmick is
sharing his annual dramatic reading of Charles Dickens's A Christmas
Carol with the public this Tuesday, December 11 at 7 p.m. at the Old State
House (150 Benefit St., Providence). Admission is free. Robb has been doing his
reading for 20 years, garnering praise from the likes of folklorist Michael
Bell ("a stunning reading. It draws you into Christmas.") and historian
Rosalind Wiggins ("wonderful and mesmerizing . . . makes the true meaning of
Christmas clear."). The event is being sponsored by Tilden-Thurber Company,
Senator John Roney, Representative Edith Ajello, and Councilwoman Rita
Williams. For more information, call (401) 861-7244.
Also, Richard "The Mighty Dickie" Richardson, a Providence designer and
longtime Casa Diablo regular, has created what he's calling The Great Orb,
"futuristic/aquatic icons . . . a symphony of stainless steel, hand-blown
chromed glass, a clear bowl, smoked Plexiglass and metallic cabochons."
In essence, The Great Orb is a tabletop fountain/waterfall that makes a truly
unique and colorful gift. Check them out at Julian's on Broadway, Scissorhands
on Wickenden Street, or Family Photo on Thayer Street. We think they're pretty
neat, and if Dickie can sell enough, he can get back to more important
endeavors, like hanging around Casa Diablo and mixing the Pernod and
grapefruit.
Highs and lows
Bill Reynolds, in his popular bulleted Saturday sports column in the Urinal,
which features everything from sports trivia quizzes to thumbnail movie and
book critiques, recently concluded by asking, "Is it just me, or does Osama bin
Laden always look like he's stoned?
No, Bill, he's just high on death. Although we do like the idea of him getting
stoned, Taliban-style.
The incredible shrinking paper (cont'd)
You didn't have to see any more than the front page of the Sunday Urinal's arts
section of December 2 to note that the bleeding on Fountain Street continues
unstanched. There were matching farewell pieces from esteemed theater critic
Bill Gale and Jim Seavor, all-around entertainment and culture writer, both of
whom have joined the buyout-exacerbated exodus away from the Other Paper.
Gale and Seavor are extremely talented writers who have been working Our
Little Towne for years. This means that the BeloJo loses not only their
considerable talents, but even more of its institutional memory, which is now
beginning to rival Ronnie Reagan's powers of recall of significant past events.
Sad.
Meanwhile, over in the toy department, the ability of the Urinal to cover
sports is disappearing faster than Michael Jordan's dunking ability. As one of
P&J's friends at the Fountain Street gulag points out, a stringer covered
the December 3 PC-South Carolina basketball game because the BeloJo wouldn't
send a reporter on the road with the team. It's rumored no reporters will be
sent to cover URI away games this month; a stringer covered a P-Bruins game
recently -- which is not only a union contract violation, but an affront to
journalists at the Other Paper in general -- and the coverage of Bruins and
Celtics games in faraway Boston is being picked up from wire reports. Sports
editor Art Martone has done a good job in trying to create an energetic sports
section, but cutbacks like these and the Belo Buyout seem to be undermining his
efforts.
This sorry situation hasn't been lost on even the Urinal's youngest readers.
P&J laughed out loud at a recent letter to the editor from a concerned
reader who complained about the paper's deleting the Junior Edition, saying its
replacement was "boring." She added, "I am sure I am not the first child to
oppose your decision. Now, the Journal is not worth getting any more. I
will drop my subscription if you do not do something fast." From the mouths of
babes . . . .
Last, but not least, we hear tales of a certain BeloJo car fancier who's also
taking the buyout after years of employ. He departed the Urinal bunker after
having been treated to surprise from his family. The loved ones snuck a
serenading guitarist into the downtown Sunday room offices. The song of choice,
which had been played quietly of late on the stereo in the departing worker's
cubicle? Johnny Paycheck's famous "Take This Job and Shove It." How
sentimental.
Who gives a (damn) what you think?
The Almond administration is keeping up the grand tradition as articulated by
director of administration Bob Carl to the Urinal's M. Chuckie Bakst recently
-- "Who gives a (damn) what you think?" Bigfoot's gang of incompetents at the
Economic Development Corporation again deftly sidestepped any public scrutiny
by issuing a bid for an economic market analysis for a container port at
Quonset Point without telling its own Quonset Point-Davisville Advisory
Committee.
The economic analysis is part of the bigger Environmental Impact Study for the
proposed port, which, of course, is only one option for QP-D. (Yes, you're
right, that constant claim by Bigfoot and his EDC stooges doesn't even pass the
laugh test.) The bid request was quietly issued on November 16, and supposedly
the QP-D committee, which had no indication it was going out already, was to
have been briefed about it three days later at their regular meeting.
When George Mason, the Missing Linc's primary port proponent and the intended
leader of the briefing, begged off to other considerations, neither EDC honcho
Steamy Tom Schumpert, top QP-D aide George Prete, nor the EDC's unctuous little
legal git, Rob Stolzman, bothered to sub for Mason or even inform the committee
that the bid was already out. As opponents of the port -- and they are legion
-- know well enough by now: sleep with one eye open.
RIP
George Harrison. As a Beatle, he changed the culture. As an artist, he made
memorable music, and as a person, he was a pilgrim, seeking that which is
important in a world too caught up in material pursuits.
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Issue Date: December 7 - 13, 2001