34% Approval or Not… and the Port Deal

Anybody spending a couple minutes reading the news is seeing the latest CBS polls about president bush admid the uproar about DP World taking control of some U.S ports….
The CBS Poll found Bush has a 34 percent approval rating and a 59 percent disapproval rating… the numbers behind the pole.. however are revealing…

“Total Republicans” contacted: 272 unweighted and 289 weighted.
“Total Democrats” contacted: 409 unweighted and 381 weighted.
“Total Independents” contacted: 337 unweighted and 348 weighted.

Also note: CBS failed to report that 66 percent of respondents thought the media devoted “too much time” to Cheney’s hunting accident.

The Pew Research Center for the People and the Press has a helpful table in this report on what percentage of Americans consider themselves to be Republican or Democrat. It shows that in both 2004 and 2005, 30% said they were Republican compared to 33% who said they were Democrats. The new CBS poll (even after being weighted) had a population of only 28% Republicans to 37% Democrats.

This is very very naughty CBS.. but hey.. what can you expect they do a lot of manipulating the facts like most liberals do because that is the only way they can actually attempt to come out ahead on any given subject because as Christine already knows… a liberal’s life is an unhappy one. ;)

Now onto the DP World deal… does anybody actually Mr. Bush is doing the right thing here.. I do. Is anybody actually listening to what the man is saying..

Look how he has refused to indulge anti-Arab sentiment over the Dubai ports deal. Can anybody say the same about many of the deal’s critics. Whatever their concerns may be, whatever their fears might be, they would not have had them, expressed them or have seen them in print had the middle name of the United Arab Emirates been something else. After all, no one goes nuts over Germany, the country where some of the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorists lived and attended school.

To overlook the xenophobic element in this controversy is to overlook the obvious. It is what propelled the squabble and what sustains it. Bush put his finger on it right away. “What I find interesting is that it’s okay for a British company to manage some ports, but not okay for a company from a country that is a valuable ally in the war on terror,” he said last week. “The UAE has been a valuable partner in fighting the war on terror. It is a long way from a terrorist haven. ” Both of those comments are fairly true.. is the UAE more of a terrorist haven then say.. Japan.. yes.. but can we lump it into Iran, Jordan, Libia … no.
This isn’t the first Mr Bush has done this… He refuses to pander to anti-immigration forces and, shortly after 9/11, if you will remember, he visited Washington’s Islamic Center. He reassured American Muslims and the worldwide Islamic community that neither America nor its government was waging war on an entire people. As clueless as the man sometimes appears to be.. I think i’ts fairly difficult to find major flaws with his decision making and his general leadership.. does he get everything right.. nope.. do you?

The Fly Story and another Difference Picture

First let me start with a little story about flys..


A woman walked into the kitchen to find her husband stalking around with a fly swatter.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
“Hunting Flies” He responded.
“Oh. Killing any?” She asked.
“Yep, 3 males, 2 Females,” he replied.
Intrigued, she asked.”How can you tell them apart?”
He responded,”3 were on a beer can, 2 were on the phone.”

Another really great picture altho, usually Christine stands in the mirror telling me how hot she is, and I really never even look in a mirror .. hence the fact I’ve shown up at Christine’s door with red marker on my face.

Why I’ll “Never Be Happy…”

How many times have I heard Christopher say to me, “You’re never happy!?”

Usually, it’s in response to me complaining about something legitimate like when he knows I’m coming over and asks me to do him a favor by picking up groceries for him and then he parks in the close spot and expects me to walk two blocks with his groceries… I typically say something like, “It would be really cool since I’m doing you a favor by getting you three bags of groceries, if you could park on the street and let me park in your space.” Then he usually says something like, “I let you park in my space that one time when I had you go get a few cases of beer for the party… God, Christine… you’re never happy!”

Sigh…

But this morning, I was glancing through the newspaper and I came across an article that I thought was funny (not as funny as my post about George Bush), but still funny and political nonetheless, so I figured I’d reproduce it for you here and then give you my own little commentary. ;-)

The article, published in yesterday’s edition of the Daily Breeze was titled “Why isn’t a liberal’s life a happy one?” It’s by conservative columnist George Will who writes for the Washington Post.

To bemused conservatives, it looks like yet another example of analytic overkill by the intelligentsia – a jobs program for the (mostly liberal) academic boys (and girls) in the social sciences, whose quantitative tools have been brought to bear to prove the obvious.

A survey by the Pew Research Center shows that conservatives are happier than liberals– in all income groups. While 34 percent of all Americans call themselves “very happy,” only 28 percent of liberal Democrats (and 31 percent of moderate or conservative Democrats) do, compared with 47 percent of conservative Republicans. This finding is self-reinforcing: It depresses liberals.

Election results do not explain this happiness gap. Republicans have been happier than Democrats every year since the survey began in 1972.

Married people and religious people are especially disposed to happiness, and both cohorts vote more conservatively than does the nation as a whole.

People in the Sun Belt– almost entirely red states– have sunnier dispositions than Northerners, which could have as mcu to do with sunshine as with conservatism. Unless sunshine makes people happy, which makes them conservative.

Such puzzles show why social science is not for amateurs. Still, one cannot– yet– be prosecuted for committing theory without license, so consider a few explanations of the happiness gap.

Begin with a paradox: Conservatives are happier than liberals because they are more pessimistic. Conversatives think the book of Job got it right (”Man is born unto trouble as the sparks fly upward” ), as did Adam Smith (”There is a great deal of ruin in a nation” ). Conservatives understand that society in its complexity resemebles a giant Calder mobile– touch it here and things jiggle there, and there, and way over there. Hence conservatives acknowledge the Law of Unintended Consequences, which is: The unintended consequence of bold government undertakings are apt to be larger than, and contrary to, the intended ones.

Conservatives’ pessimism is conducive to their happiness in three ways. First, they are rarely surprised– they are right more often than not about the course of events. Second, when they are wrong they are happy to be so. Third, because pessimistic conservatives put not their faith in princes– government– they accept that happiness is a function of fending for oneself. They believe that happiness is an activity– it is inseperable from the pursuit of happiness.

Normal conservatives– never mind the gladiators of talk radio; they are professionally angry– are less angry than liberals. Liberals have made this the era of surly automobile bumpers, millions of them, still defiantly adorned with Kerry-Edwards and even Gore-Liberman bumper stickers, faded and frayed like flags preserved as relices of failed crusades. To preserve these mementos of dashed dreams, many liberals may be forgoing the pleasures of buying new cars– another delight sacrificed on the altar of liberalism.

But, then, conscientious liberals cannot enjoy automobiles because there is global warming to worry about. And high-powered cars (how man liberals drive Corvettes?) are metaphors (for America’s reckless foreign policy, for machismo rampant, etc.). And then there is — was– all that rustic beauty paved over for highways. And automobiles, by facilitating suburban sprawl, deny sprawl victims the uplifting communitarian experience of high-density living. And automobiles…

You see? Liberalism is a complicated and exacting, not to say grim and scolding, creed. And not one conducive to happiness.

Well… there are parts of that I have to agree with. The day that Christopher and I went shopping for a new car for me (which I didn’t get and decided to continue to drive my junky old car for a little while longer), Christopher suggested that I’d probably feel guilty driving such a nice car. He wasn’t that far from wrong, but I will admit that as I sat in the driver’s seat of a high-performance convertible, racing over train tracks at 65 mph just to test the “sport” suspension… the pangs of guilt magically began to wane…

Christopher and I have debated many times over whether people should have to fend for themselves, or whether the government should collectively help to take care of the less fortunate. While I am a big supporter of social organizations, non-profits, etc., a part of me does believe that there is more to be gained in terms of happiness by overcoming tough situations on one’s own without any help. Faced with adversity, and then emerging on the other side victorious, creates a feeling of self-reliance that is a foundation for happiness. I actually remember the day that I realized I didn’t need my parents to help me anymore. I was 20 years old, living in L.A. while the rest of my family lived 1500 miles away, and I caused a four car pile up on Robertson Blvd. No one was hurt… the damage was all relatively minor… but after all the tow trucks and cars honking, and insurance card exchanges, police reports, etc., I drove home in my rental car. And as I was driving, still a little shell-shocked from everything I’d had to take care of– I realized that through the whole thing… I never once thought to call my parents. I had just done it on my own… not that I really knew what I was doing or if I’d missed any really important step… but I did it. And then I thought to myself that if I could handle this… I could pretty much handle anything and at least figure it out… or know I could. And that was a very important rite of passage for me. It gave me a great deal of confidence in myself and my abilities and that does equate to happiness on some level.

The other point that I think George Will hit on was this notion that liberals put their hopes — and often far too lofty expectations– on the government’s ability to “fix” problems. Let’s face it… the government can’t even handle getting our mail to the right place. Under what logic should we assume they can handle the complex issues of homelessness, global warming, racism, and sexism. And yet, we do… we create laws and initiatives like affirmative action, title IX, the war on drugs, etc., in an attempt for the government to squash social ills and then become sorely disappointed when the government fails. So then we create social programs to do what the government couldn’t do… and while some work, many don’t… because social programs typically address only the symptoms of these problems, not the root. And that’s not their fault, and they do their best, but how much can they possibly accomplish when a significant portion of their time is spent trying to procure the funds and donations and grants they need to continue to exist? And yet we support these organizations because we see them for what they really are– they are institutions that are trying to do something to help– and they do which is why they deserve our support. But then why don’t we accept the little things that the government does that also helps? We don’t… when the government does something that helps, we complain that it should have been more. When a non-profit does something that helps, we congratulate them and sing their praises. Maybe our expectations for the government really are a little too high…

So… even as a “liberal to moderate” Democrat (even though Christopher swears I’m a “conservative” Democrat), I see George Will’s points and somewhat agree.

And in deciding to think like a Republican, I ask myself “How does this whole thing affect me?” Well… the next time Christopher complains that I’m never happy, I can simply remind him that he’s right… I’m a Democrat. ;-)

Why the U.S. Postal Service is About as Worthless as…

I haven’t had a lot to rant about these past few weeks… since that time I was sick and just wanted some freaking Sudafed (which was way too much to ask of… oh… a drug store), I haven’t felt passionately angry about anything (barring Christopher of course).
But today… well… today is different.

Let’s backtrack so you can see exactly where the source of my aggravation began. A few weeks ago, the U.S. Postal service (being the ultra-efficient institution they are) raised the price of domestic letter-sized postage stamps from 37 cents to 39 cents. Okay… fine… whatever. I had a bunch of 37 cent stamps (as many people did) and if you do that math in your head… you can figure out that I would need to buy some 2 cent stamps to go with my 37 cent stamps to accomodate the price increase.

The bright, knowledgeable people who run the post office might have… and I stress might have… predicted that the need for 2 cent stamps would increase once the postage was raised by 2 cents. You might also anticipate that these brilliant individuals would then produce a surplus of 2 cent stamps, knowing the demand would increase. Did they?

No…

As a matter of fact, there weren’t 2 cent stamps anywhere. Even the post office branches didn’t have any. Coincidence? Poor planning? Conspiracy? What?

So I did what most people did. I knowingly took a 35 cent loss on every letter I sent by placing two 37 cent stamps on the envelope. Not a big deal… I wouldn’t even have complained if what happened today didn’t happen.

Today… I go out to my mailbox and find a birthday card I sent to my friend three and a half weeks ago sitting there. There’s a big yellow sticker on the front that reads, “Return to Sender. Undeliverable Address. Unable to Forward.”

Hrmmm…. ????

I look at the address wondering if I’d accidentally left off the zip code… or scribbled… or transposed numbers. Nope. My perfect, neat, pretty, cheerleader-style handwriting stretches across the card. And the zip code is there. And the address is 100% correct.

I even call my friend and confirm the address. Sure enough… that address is perfect. So why then… did the post office not just deliver it to that particular address? Especially with that extra incentive of the additional 35 cents? And here’s a better question… where the hell did this card go for three and a half weeks? Did someone look at that envelope and decide to carry it around for almost a month? Did it fall behind some big sorting machine? Did someone file it in the wrong file? Did it not pass the anthrax-detection? Where the fuck was that letter for three weeks and why didn’t anyone at the post office put it in the pile that went to the correct state, correct city, correct zip, correct address, and correct apartment?

Why?!

And if I felt like complaining… and honestly, I kind of do… who the hell do I complain to? A manager? The Secretary of Postal Services? A million dollars says whoever I talk to about the issue of the post office being unable to deliver a piece of mail even though I’ve provided all the information necessary to make sure that mail gets delivered, will probably not be able to tell me why it didn’t get delivered. They won’t know where the break down in the system happened. They won’t be able to fix the problem. And they won’t be able to assure me it’ll never happen again. So why bother complaining???

So the next time I hear the “postal service” complain that they have to raise prices because people now use email, or automatic debit, or pay by phone, or order “mail-order” items online… I will tell them to shut the hell up. There’s a reason people avoid using snail mail. It’s not reliable. What amazes me… is that there are people in this country who can zap microscopic cancer cells in someone’s brain using just a laser. There are people who can solve math equations that are pages and pages long. There are people who can look at a scrap of Homo Habilus’ shin bone and tell us how much meat he ate in his lifetime. And yet… there are people who can’t take a letter with an address written on it and put it in a pile that will eventually go to that place.

I want to understand… but I don’t. You know what… forget that. I don’t really want to understand. I just want the damn Post Office to do the ONLY JOB they were designed to do. Stop selling oversized envelopes with Poinsettas on them. Stop selling Elvis stickers. Stop dispersing little coupon books for people who are new to the neighborhood. Just DELIVER THE GODDAM LETTERS.

Ahhhh… I feel better now. ;-)