Showing posts with label Miscellanea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miscellanea. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Al Franken Revisited

Today, at Mark Evanier's blog, I got the head's up to read Jane Mayer's clinical dissection of the American tragedy known as Al Franken's resignation from the Senate for The New Yorker magazine. And a less clinical, more impassioned critique of Mayer's article by Christina Cauterucci at Slate.com.

I'm guessing you know where I fall in this debate from my opening statement. I want to warn you: I will not follow my usual practice of using a derisive nickname for the current holder of the office of President of the United States in my public (and private) writings. He's named because humour doesn't always seem to do what it is intended to do. Provoke laughs and maybe a thought or two. So, nothing oblique today.

Oh, and I did try to make this comment at Slate, but the permissions I had to give ran to some FOURTY sites to ALMOST be able to post my comment. At the point of a fifth failure for it to work, I said enough is enough, Mug Shots will get the post. (A mini-rant I hope doesn't get in the way of a reasoned discussion to follow here).


Having read this article and the New Yorker one by Jane Mayer I am struck by the confluence of two things: American politics and #MeToo coming together to create a disaster for the American people. I say this as a Canadian.

I'm trying to understand this article. The fact that it's author thinks Franken's resignation saved the Democratic Party's reputation while any unbiased look at the Trumpian political scene of the last four years would suggest that Franken was the best weapon the Democrats had in a running series of political and policy miscues by the President, before and after election. Losing him was not good for the Republic. The critical balance of Justice's Scales tipped badly for society.

Is Franken a cement-headed, privileged white Male? On occasions, the facts are fairly conclusive. Yes. But I think back over my three score and some, and I am guilty enough that a determined person could paint me as a predator too. And that's despite the fact that I am well known amongst my peers as a notoriously NON touchy-feely person. No grabs, no kisses. Clean record.

But I'm sure there's a woman or two who felt badly in my presence. I once asked a receptionist at the company I worked for on a date. And she told me, after the meal, that this would be the last time. She didn't like me, but wanted to say it in public because, "You're management and I'm the lowest-paid person in the place." Ouch! At least I didn't ask her to split the bill. When I was a callow youth, starting out in the newspaper business, I thought it hilarious to buy a G-String for a young co-worker as her Secret Santa at our Christmas Party. I thought wrong. I'm sure there are other instances where I made women uneasy. Those are the two that come instantly to mind when I get too full of myself.

#MeToo is important. And trying to draw a fine line between the Frankens of the world and the behaviour of the Trumps and Moores of the world (and probably the Clintons) is madness in the attempt. Erring on the side of tarring Franken was facile, and apparently necessary by Franken's peers, the politicians. Which proves what a terrible thing a politician is and always has been. I've always used the term derisively. The two pieces leave me absolutely sure of my stance in that regard. Al Franken is better than being a politician. Mayer's portrayal of Senator Kirsten Gillibrand as an opportunist with too much ego after the falseness of many of the claims against Franken have been revealed, makes me no less hesitant to use politician as the slur it has always been.

As for the rest? The ones that failed Franken and due process? Some I still think can contribute to bettering American society. Too many of them, not so much. The anonymity of the charges, the lack of substance of what was claimed, the edging into a the thinnest of fine lines. Nobody, Franken included, covered themselves in Ol' Glory. #MeToo should have asked for the facts before wasting bullets on a sometimes silly white man with delusions of the grandeur of making a difference. Franken failed. But so too did #MeToo.

And if you interested, public advocates are the elected officials interested in bettering society. There are a few, although fewer then they think. The rest are playing politics, with only the future of the world at stake. Ugh!

Opinions aren't facts. It's why simply making claims and refuting those claims doesn't suffice for justice to be served. Facts are needed. The rush to judgment almost never results in actual justice. Some times, even with facts, feelings are used in place of justice. Just because facts are difficult to uncover. And some times, facts never rise to the surface, leaving us in a they said, they said situation. That put a judge on the Supreme Court. In that case, the feelings weren't sufficient. No matter how much you and I believed the professor. At the same time, the same system allows Al Franken to spend time with a clinical psychologist while a self-admitted predator rules by fiat. Those are the facts. 

Just one man's opinion from a foreign country.

Sunday, May 08, 2011

MISC: This And That

Not having a Twitter account, on account of my having a severe case of pleonasm, here are some thoughts that might have been tweets ... if I could have edited myself even more. So, here's some sports, magazine and food observations, ending Mother's Day with an ode to the greatest woman who ever lived.

Was it THREE decades ago that I stood in a cold Varsity Arena in Toronto talking to the wiser-than-his-years coach of the Albany Patroons of the Continental Basketball Association, Phil Jackson? The answer, regrettably is Yes (and more). I was first the announcer for the hometown Toronto Tornadoes and later I covered them for the Toronto Star. Jackson was the former New York Knick, taking his time to coach non-NBA talent and learn the ins and outs of the game before matriculating with the Chicago Bulls and later the Los Angeles Lakers. Even then, he had that bemused look. Enjoy your retirement Phil.

In the only pool I entered this year, beyond the Ed Jovanovski Memorial Stanley Cup Pool that I run each spring, I loaded up with Canucks like everybody else, and Flyers and Capitals. As Keen Eddie was fond of asking, "How's that working out for you?" Ahhh, not so good.

Businesses that are cutting back on the reasons I go visit them, part one: Chapters. Had to get my car fixed last month and the Mississauga Chapters was in the area. So I went to get a pre-NFL draft USA Today Sports Weekly and the latest Time, Newsweek and Maclean's news magazines. Found out the outlet no longer puts newspapers out at all (the riff-raff come in and read them, imagine that!)_and besides, they no longer carry the sports weekly from USA Today. In fact, as an afterthought, I decided to get the current Sports Illustrated. No dice there. And of the three news weeklies, no Newsweek (Jon Meachum has become a favourite of mine over the last couple of years). Since I don't buy printed books any more and I can't get the magazines that have been my only reason for going there in ages, it might be a LOOOOOONNNNG time before I step foot in a Chapters again. (and they're giving away their loyalty cards these days for free. Which still wasn't cheap enough for me to take one.)

Businesses that are cutting back on the reasons I go visit them, part two: Harvey's.The quintessential Canadian fast food joint. Have it YOUR way, they say. But, the chain is starting to pinch pennies. First, I don't eat hamburgers. What I do eat, that sets Harvey's apart from the other chains is hot dogs. On the same trip where I tried to off-set the car repair cost with a treat by going to Chapters for intellectual nourishment, I opted for Harvey's for lunch. Now, it might just be the particular outlet, but I came away with a distinct feeling that I won't be going back to Harvey's anytime soon. Some cost-effective consultant has pointed out to management that you can save 10 percent of the cost of buns by making them 10 percent shorter. Or more. All I know, is that the regular dog I got was hanging out both ends of the bun. That might appeal to some ballpark hots fans, but it doesn't cut it with me. I'm a bun aficionado. Every bite needs both bun and dog. And what's worse, I suspect the bun was made of reconstituted saw dust, or worse, bleached whole wheat. Inedible. If a different location produces the same results in my next visit, I will have to add Harvey's to the boycott list.

Businesses that are cutting back on the reasons I go visit them, part three: Wendy's. That sea salt idea for fries. Question: If sea salt's great, then why hand out extra packets of regular salt to over-salt your fries? Given my increased sensitivity to salt (Thanks to my urologist and the most recent kidney stone attack), I'm watching my sodium intake. I don't really like sea salt on anything I've tried it on. Now, fine salt, the stuff you get at the bottom of an almost empty salt container? An unearthly delight. Forbidden, but ohhhhh so tasty.

Finishing off the gastronomic complaints section: Why must EVERYTHING combine two (or more) flavours these days. Until recently, it was virtually impossible to find Jello Cups that contained all flavours I liked. Orange and Lime. Is that so hard a combination to believe in? Noooooo, it was Lime and Cherry in a pack, Orange and Strawberry. Really, really hate anything red when it comes to Jello. Or blue. Soft Drink Crystals are not immune to the same issue. I like Tangerine. I like Orange. Lemon and/or Lime too. Don't need them combined with berries, mangoes, grapefruit or pineapple. And there's more combos than those misbegotten groupings. Try to find orange crystals other than Tang. Try to find grape (and there's no grape tang to be had anywhere). And puh-leaze do NOT mention Kool-Aid. Orange Kool-Aid, a wonder of my youth, has transmuted into something that tastes of burning sandalwood. Is it just possible, I mean JUST possible, that if I want more than one flavour, I'll buy the two different flavours and then do my own combining? Wouldn't that lead to MORE sales for the company as I buy two units rather than the one unit with the already combined flavours (or, as in my case, no units, cuz I can't find the unadulterated components)?

On the other hand, I continue to say hosannas to the inventors of lactose-free milk, Weight Watcher's Thin Slice White Bread and the Kirkland brand of thick-sliced plain potato chips at Costco. I have to make do with one bag rather than two of the chips, but they are a treat. And to be honest, I scarfed down a bag of moderately warm, buttered popcorn the other day. Too salty to be a regular treat, but I'm still dreaming of the bag from Kernels a week later. Have to say, I'm getting use to the sodium-free, sugar-less soda from Compliments, found locally here at No Frills. The Tangerine's tasty and the Lime's decent. The carbonation is adequate, which is a step up from the overly-carbonated Pure Life sparkling waters, flavoured or not. Gentler is much better.

Lastly, just a shout out to my Mom on Mom's Day. You're the best. And keep the best peanut butter cookies in the world coming. I can see the bottom of the container in the most recent month's supply.