Unions

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As a labor relations manager, I have been on the opposite sides of many labor disputes. I have often been toe to toe with union presidents and once accused of trying to steal daylight past a rooster. I have been charged with drawing up yellow dog contracts and had fingers wagged in my face. I have turned a poor labor climate into a good labor climate. Yet, throughout it all I have never been anti-unions. I have always thought that unions have an important role to play and a significant place to hold in the history of the American workforce and labor market. Unions provide workers protections and wages that they never would have had otherwise. And I have always believed that a rising tide lifts all boats.

I think the right’s plan to kill unions is a misguided effort by the 1% to to dominate the American workforce to keep wages and benefits low and maximize control of the means of production.

Small Town Blues

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When I moved to the North East from the Lone Star State to take a job in South Jersey, I took the opportunity to reside in the Great American City of Brotherly Love, Philadelphia. When my co-workers asked me why I moved to Philly instead of Salem, I announced I wanted to live in a small town. Philly’s not small, they cried in amazement. It’s smaller than Houston, I retorted.

Boom!

 

Jungle Boogie

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So I had Jungle Boogie on the player at full blast. Rain and I had just had an argument and I was trying to get her attention. But she was just ignoring me and dancing in wild gyrating undulating moves across the living room floor of the loft apartment I occupied on Washington Street. I lithely stepped over to the music box and turned it off. Silence. A look of amazement came over Rains face. “Why’d you do that, Frank?” she asked, “all I wanted to do was dance to Jungle Boogie.”

The Lesser Evil

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I just read a review of The Lesser Evil: Diaries 1945-1959, by Victor Klemperer. The review first appeared in the Atlantic in December 2004 and was written by Christopher Hitchens. The review I read appeared in Hitches’ book of collected essays published in 2011 entitled, Arguably. The Lesser of Two Evils follows Klemperer’s two volume magnum opus, I Will Bear Witness.

Victor Klemperer, a German Jew who converted to Protestantism, kept a diary throughout the Nazi era. He was a professor and taught literature at Dresden Technical University. He thought by converting to Protestantism he would escape the racial persecution perpetuated by the Third Reich. He was wrong. In his diary Klemperer provides an account of day-to-day life under the tyranny of the Third Reich. He and his wife Eva barely escaped being transported to a concentration camp to endure the final solution when allied bombers appeared overhead and completely destroyed Dresden. Klemperer and his wife also narrowly escaped immolation in the flames that consumed the German city by the firebombing conducted by allied forces. After the war he chose to stay in East Germany.

Klemperer’s diary chronicles the daily life of restricted Jews during the Nazi terror. He chronicles in minute details the regulation by the Nazi’s of all aspects of everyday life including many petty humiliations such as being first restricted to riding at the back of the bus and then to not being allowed to ride the bus at all. These small humiliations reminded me of what Hannah Arendt described as the “banality of evil.”

One particular petty humiliation struck me as especially cruel. German Jews were not allowed to keep pets. Only those of the pure Aryan stock were thought to suitable for such a privilege. Jews were ordered to turn in their pets to be euthanized or to kill them themselves.

Klemperer and his wife had a tomcat they adored named Muschel. He describes in painful details in his diary the final acts of preparing and delivering the beloved cat to be euthanized. His wife Eva gave Muschel a special veal treat as a kind of last supper which came from their own food ration. This story is just heartbreaking and illustrates the pettiness and the banality with which the Nazis would stoop even in the middle of wartime to perpetuate their madness. The euthanasia of pets cannot be far removed from the depravity of the wholesale slaughter of human beings by gassing them to death in the gas chambers in German concentration camps.

Living in East Germany after the War Klemperer continued to keep his diary. This resulted in the book released for publication in 2004 called, The Lesser Evil: Diaries 1945-1959.

Gun Violence

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Gun Violence is a plague on our society. What is needed to combat this plague is imagination. The moral imagination to envision a world without violence and the will to power to make it happen.

A Bridge Too Far

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DSC_0124Last night, Governor Chris Christo appeared on Billo Riley’s television show, Fear Factory, on The Fox Force Five Network. What follows is a partial transcript of the interview:

Billo Riley: Governor Christo, you have been described as a prince of a man and that there is no way that you would have done anything so sinister as to order the lane closings on the George Washington Bridge. Can you tell us what your view on life is in general and on politics in particular?

Chris Christo: Sure, Billo. That’s a great question. Thanks for asking. My view is this: A man who tries to be good all the time is bound to come to ruination among so many men who are not good. Therefore, a prince, such as myself, if he wants to keep his authority, must learn how to be not so good.

Billo Riley: And Governor, if I…

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Ex Machina

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Ex Machina is a very slick science fiction thriller shot in Norway. A young programmer is hired under mysterious circumstances by the owner and CEO of a large Techno Firm to test the AI (artificial intelligence) of a beautiful fem-bot he has created. If this story sounds familiar it is because it is the latest iteration of a literary trope starting with Frankenstein. Only this is one of the better varieties and makes you think about the problems of creationism, robots, artificial intelligence, and the dangers and  pitfalls associated with falling in love with a lifelike beautiful robot.

The film starts slow then builds  in suspense and pays off in the final denouement which makes it worth the wait. Intelligently written with many turns and twists which will keep the viewers rapt attention. Beautifully photographed in the Norwegian Wood featuring a gorgeous subterranean abode and laboratory  which makes exciting use of its natural surrounding with breathtaking waterfalls, rock formations, and spectacular vistas of mountain tops and streams.

Domhnall Gleeson plays the nebbish computer programmer who is whisked to the hidden fortress of the mad scientist by Deus ex machina (helicopter). Oscar Isaac  plays the CEO and owner of the techno company where Caleb works. He is also the creator of Ava, the beautiful robot that Caleb is intended to test. Ava is played with remarkable conviction by Alicia Vikander. The movie is written and directed by Alex Garland.

This is the best movie I have seen this year and has reawakened my interest in robots and science fiction. The best example of of which Isaac Asimov’s,  “I Robot” and Philip K. Dick’s, “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep,” which was made into the science fiction movie classic, “Blade Runner.” I give this movie a rating of 8 out of 10. Highly recommend.

Walking Meditation

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Taking a walk on a cool spring morning. I loaf and I invite my soul to loaf contemplating a spear of summer grass. This may seem like a contradiction. I contradict myself? Very well I contradict myself. I am large and I contain multitudes.

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I like to get off the beaten track when I’m walking. I like to walk in solitude. I don’t like to run into people. Walking in the city is different. In a big city like New York or Philadelphia your solitude is protected in a cloak of anonymity.

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The sound of the dragon fly singing in the withered tree comes to my ear.

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Life is like a drop of dew on a blade of grass.

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I stop beside the still waters to restore my soul.

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I lie down in the green pasture to pass the time.

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Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil.

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My rod and my staff they comfort me.

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You prepare a table before me…

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My cup runs over…

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Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me the rest of my days.

 

Scientific Method

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Walker Percy in “Diagnosing the Modern Malaise, in Signposts in a Strange Land” wrote: “the consciousness of Western man, the layman in particular, has been transformed by a curious misapprehension of the scientific method”. Unfortunately it seems to me to be rather the reverse is true. We, here in America, suffer from an abhorrence of the scientific method. What with climate deniers, evolution doubting creationists, and a singular lack of understanding female anatomy, it is enough to make one hold one’s head in shame. As far as justice goes, what justice? Justice is an illusion. The world is run by the power elite who get overthrown from time to time by the very peasantry they overrule and submit to structural violence. As Bob Dylan said in his song about Hurricane Carter, “…one cannot help but be ashamed to live in a land where justice is a game.”