What a mandate

We voted for mayor and City Council in Chicago on Tuesday. Well, a few of us did. Well, a few of them did. I didn’t vote, because there was no choice. Mayor Daley, running against three no-name candidates who couldn’t even afford yard signs, not to mention TV ads, garned 79 percent of the vote and won all 50 wards.

A record-low turnout of about 400,000 voters definitely put a damper on Da Mare’s festivities. U.S. Census stooges counted 2.8 million people in Chicago proper in 2000. That means, if I have the math right, that only 14 percent of Chicagoans voted. And only 12 percent voted for Daley.

Wow. It’s like the opposite of Iraq where 100 percent turned out for Hussein. This is dictatorship by apathy. Another great Daley achievement.

No apologies necessary

The Chicago Tribune ran a very obnoxious story about Sen. Bill Frist (R-Tenn.) last Sunday. “Bill Frist makes no apologies for taking a private-sector approach to America’s substantial health-care problems,” the subhead reads. Here are the first few grafs:

At almost every turn, Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist reminds people that he’s a skilled and trusted doctor, not just a politician.

As he walked to the Senate chamber to be sworn in as leader last month, the Tennessee Republican compared the exhilaration of the moment to his first heart transplant. In 2001, when anthrax threatened the Capitol complex, Frist published a handy guide: “What You Need to Know About Bioterrorism From the Senate’s Only Doctor.” On the door to his new suite of offices, the sign reads, “William H. Frist, MD.”

Now he is charged with nursing President Bush’s legislative agenda through the Senate. But a look at Frist’s history suggests that his approach to numerous complicated health-care matters is shaped more by being a conservative Republican — with a strong affinity for business and a family that founded a for-profit hospital chain — than by being a physician.

Apparently, conservatism (which in this case means a preference for markets over government control) is incompatible with being a physician. Because, of course, no doctor, Zuckman seems to suggest, who wasn’t blinded by free-market dogma would possibly prefer market solutions to health-care issues.

Frist “does not deny his strong preference for business-oriented solutions,” Zuckman writes. Why should he? Is there something to be ashamed of? Zuckman implies it, but never comes out and says it.

She then quotes a professor of Frist’s who says, “Culturally, he’s a physician and he would like every patient who suffers to get state-of-the-art medical care without having their family go bankrupt, but to be a player in Washington, you cannot offend the White House, and obviously he probably will temper his own preferences with a view of whether it causes trouble for the White House, because I think he’s a team player.”

Huh? So he’s not really a free-marketeer? He’s just going along to get along? And again, there’s this suggestion that, gee, if Congress just put its mind to it, every patient could have state-of-the-art care with no problem. As if socialized medicine didn’t lead to worse care and fewer innovations and longer waits.

I know something is happening, but I don’t know what it is

I’ve been around for a quarter century now, so I like to think that I’m at least a little bit seasoned. I try not to get too surprised or shocked or outraged by our crazy little world. But the last week or so makes me think: What the hell is going on?!

  • A squad of security goons comes up with the bright idea to unleash pepper spray in a packed dance club while smoke machines are blowing at full force leading to 21 deaths in the ensuing panic.
  • A team of surgeons puts the wrong blood-type organs into a poor girl, leading to her death. Doesn’t anybody check these things?
  • An over-the-hill ’80s hair-metal band comes up with another stroke of genius, deciding it would be a fine notion to set off pyrotechnics in a tiny Rhode Island club, leading to the death of 97 people.
  • The United States government, already headed full-on into an unnecessary war with Iraq, negotiates to pay off one of its neighbors, Turkey, to allow U.S. troops to launch from there. If Iraq were the terrible threat that Dubya & Co. insists it is, wouldn’t its neighbors be more than happy to help out, instead of using the occasion as an opportunity for high-stakes blackmail?
  • And yesterday, the Hall of Fame Veterans’ Committee, made up of the 81 living Hall of Fame players and broadcasters, didn’t vote Ron Santo into the club. He was a nine-time All-Star, won five gold gloves, and has hit more home runs than any other third baseman in baseball history with the exception of Eddie Matthews. It is a travesty.

And, of course, the Justice Department recently moved aggressively to take on the gravest threat to American’s security — Internet head shops. “It’s not a waste of resources. It’s still against the law,” Justice Department spokesperson Drew Wade told the Tribune. “The federal government has the right and obligation to enforce federal laws.”

Uh-huh. You’re right. It’s not a waste of resources. Everyone knows that bongs are a huge threat. I wonder if bin Laden agrees.

Then there are the occasions where the blunt tools of the government’s anti-terror campaign wind up being just silly. The government’s “Operation Tarmac” was supposed to make our airports safer by making sure the people working there weren’t somehow aiding terrorists or terrorists themselves. So they rounded up all the undocumented workers, people like Alejandro Alvarado, who’s about as likely to be a terrorist as I am.

UPDATE: Of course, Mike Schmidt is the all-time home run leader with 548, more than both Eddie Matthews’ 512 and Ron Santo’s 342. He slipped my mind. Thanks to Chuck for correcting the oversight

Raves

About Schmidt” — Jack Nicholson deserves the Oscar for the final scene alone. A heartbreaking epiphany of a moment pulled off the way only he could. Overall, a hilarious movie that is deeply moving as well. I’m sorry it wasn’t nominated for best picture.

The Pianist” — Polanski avoids the Spielbergian excess and just lets this story stand on its own legs, unadorned by anything but the brutal, miraculous reality.

“Cross the Green Mountain” — Bob Dylan’s new original song for Ron Maxwell’s feature film, “Gods and Generals,” has no hook and no chorus. But it features some beautiful organ work and wonderful lyrics and phrasing from the master. My CD came with a DVD that includes a music video for the song — cool!

The Bootleg Series, Vol. 5: Bob Dylan Live 1975” — Once again, a new Dylan from-the-vaults release brings to the official canon what bootleg trades have known all along. Dylan reworks some of his classics to wonderful effect and his intensity on songs like “Isis” is electric. A few of the solo treatments are duds, save a “Tangled Up in Blue” with new lyrics, but the album does feature the best duets with Joan Baez I’ve ever heard. It actually sounds like they’re singing together!

Alejandro Escovedo at Old Town School of Folk Music, Valentine’s Day — The singer-songwriter was accompanied by two cellists, a violinist and another acoustic guitarist. The sound suited some of his songs better than others, but when Escovedo & co. came down into the crowd, only feet away from where Karen and I were seated, for the encore, it was a moment to treasure.

After two hours of music and as the clock neared 1:30 a.m., it seemed we’d gotten all we could ask for. Then Escovedo introduced what would be his last song of the night, which he wrote as a wedding present for a friend. “This is it,” I told Karen. It was his gorgeous “Wedding Day,” which I first heard a year ago and knew instantly would be the song Karen and I first danced to as a married couple. And it was.

What a Valentine to us, especially since Escovedo had, to my knowledge, never performed the song in concert before. When you write a song like “Wedding Day,” you’re doing yourself a favor because you know people will play it at weddings. But it’s a curse, too. You don’t want to wind up as just another wedding singer. Escovedo doesn’t have to worry about that, I don’t think.

Elections? We don’t need no stinkin’ elections

Sixty-eight percent of those surveyed by the Chicago Tribune recently said they will vote to give Richard M. Daley, Mayor, another four years in office.

Though we are less than a week away from election day, there have been no debates. Daley won’t stoop to that. There have been no TV ads for mayoral candidates other than Daley. The most you see around town to even give you a clue there’s an election coming up are huge signs with Daley’s name at the top and the name of the aldermanic incumbent on the bottom. It’s a wonder they bother to switch out the names. I suppose “Daley/Daley Stooge” would be too obvious.

Where to start? More than half of the City Council has been appointed by Daley. His political forces control everything that happens in the city. He has been busted several times for giving contracts to cronies, and treats public records as if they were his personal property.

A misguided system of tax preferences for big companies that threaten to leave town means Daley gets good publicity when they decide to stick around — if they do — but the average citizen (and business owner) has to pay that much more to make up the difference. And when Daley realized — whoops — that revenues were down and the city would be millions in debt, rather than force the government to take the hit he sicced his parking goons on the suckers too poor to afford a garage and too unskilled to have a job that gets them home at 5:30 p.m. so they can find a spot on the street.

Education? The test scores have inched up a little bit, and things may be a little better than they were before the city took control of the school board under Daley. But where are the charter schools that have flourished in other cities? Where’s the voucher program for poor kids that Milwaukee and Cleveland have? Where’s the competition to force government-run schools to improve?

Chicago is now the No. 1 murder capital, yet continues to push an ineffective gun ban and the useless war on drugs. The city still struggles to attract businesses. Money is poured into wasteful, big projects like the disastrous new Soldier Field, the three times over budget Millennium Park, and the long-delayed expansion of O’Hare Airport. Daley has made privatization a dirty word by taking the formula set forth in cities like Indianapolis and used it as an excuse to make his cronyism harder to track.

Essentially, no one trusts that the privatized contracts are actually going to the most lowest, most qualified bidders and that the contractor’s delivering the best service at the lowest price because no one trusts the process. How could they, when Daley’s administration routinely hides mundane details about how contracts are awarded and so many escape any meaningful bid process at all?

In other words, things are not hunky dory. But opposition candidates have been beaten mercilessly and by progressively larger margins since Daley took office in 1989. No one wants to pour the money and the time into a losing race. And so they are co-opted by a very clever politician who may not get much done but knows how to make sure that everyone gets his little piece. Even the news media score an occasional coup and can sneer at the mayor without ever really doing anything about it (except voicing the obligatory “buts” before unanimously endorsing him).

What a waste. And no one else to vote for. Not anyone who cares about liberty. Not in Chicago.

Aoqili

That’s Japanese for “Wash your way to a great looking body.”

It just doesn’t get any easier than this, folks. Lose weight by taking a shower, using Aoqili, a seaweed soap. Twenty-eight million Japanese can’t be wrong!

According to this highly reputable site, the Wall Street Journal says, “It’s like slow liposuction but with no suffering.” Jeez, first Fortune scopped them on the Enron story and now this.

Unfortunately, there is a downside. The site indicates, “For best results Aoqili Premium Seaweed Soap should be used as a part of your daily health and beauty routine” (my italics). Daily? I’m supposed to shower each and every day?

Ha! With any old health regime I can get away with exercising only three or four times a week. Don’t these people realize how much standing is involved in taking a shower? And don’t even get me started on baths. Relaxing, my foot.

The Japanese are truly a marvelous people. Their teen-agers score well ahead of obese, non-showering American students in math, science and especially Japanese. And certainly only they would have the fortitude to stick to a regimen this rigorous.

No suffering … where’s good old stinky Zen Buddhism when you need it?

ISIL saves the day

The International Society for Individual Liberty has purchased Free-Market.Net, effectively saving it from the wrecking ball.

ifeminists.com wound up with the Independent Institute and Bureaucrash is going its own way. It’s still tough to tell how the Henry Hazlitt Foundation‘s collapse will affect the content, appearance and missions of these Web sites, but it’s good news that they’ve found homes and won’t disappear entirely.

Who knows, they may emerge stronger yet. Here’s to spontaneous order.

What a mess

First, everyone wanted to check as much baggage as possible to avoid security hassles.

Now that the Transportation Security Administration has banned luggage locks, anyone with any sense is carrying on anything of value — which means longer lines with the rent-a-feds.

Fliers’ angst, and the luggage industry’s design response, is well told in this Tribune story by Kathy Bergen.