Good hair and the inexact science of compromise

BACK IN TEXAS — Coy seems to be the watchword these days among the growing crowd of would-be candidates for the 2012 Republican presidential nomination.

Pundits and GOP talking points distributors have thrown themselves all into a big ol’ tizzy this week over the on-again off-again presidential ambitions of Sarah Palin, a.k.a. Caribou Barbie, suddenly switched into the on-again position. A piece of interesting journalism from The Christian Science Monitor poses the intriguing question: Will Palin face her “mini-me” in Michelle Bachmann should the almost one-term Alaska governor decide to run? Meanwhile, our good-haired boy Gov. Rick Perry — between denouncing the federal government and asking for its help — is thinking of throwing, at least his coquettishness, into the presidential ring again.

Texas Gov. Rick Perry gets ready to lead the secession

These GOP politicians who otherwise take up valuable air on this planet are, of course, joined by declared candidates his Mormonesque Mitt Romney, his Newtwitishness Newt Gingrich, his Weirdness Ron Paul and other well and less well known Republicans such as pro-Pot former New Mexico Gov. Gary Johnson and pro-anything that works at the time former Minnesota Gov. Tim Pawlenty.

Coy. The rest are being coy. Coy can be cute. But it’s not so much in this case.

Soon you will need a program for the players. And, I am not talking about a television program hosted by his Donaldness Donald “The Donald” Trump.

Such a wide-open field makes for a more-interesting race sometimes. In this case, the race might evolve into a contest in which  of the biggest harebrain crackpots might be nominated rather than the traditional GOP “good party man.” If this next presidential challenge doesn’t finish off the Republican Party as we know it, then I don’t know what will.

But what if the dog actually catches the car? What will Fido do with it?

My prediction is that a Republican president taking office in 2013 will not be the cure-all for all those, supposedly, long-suffering GOP and/or Tea Party boosters. An example is the furor over the state of Texas failing to receive a major disaster declaration from Spring wildfires.

FEMA rejected a request earlier this month by Gov. Good Hair for a declaration that would help reduce the state and local fiscal burden for those wildfires that have scorched more than 2.2 million acres across Texas. Perry said at the time of the rejected request: “It is not only the obligation of the federal government, but its responsibility under law to help its citizens in times of emergency.”

This is the same governor who shocked millions of Americans by saying Texas could secede if it wanted to do so.

“We are very proud of our Texas history; people discuss and debate the issues of can we break ourselves into five states, can we secede, a lot of interesting things that I’m sure Oklahoma and Pennsylvania would love to be able to say about their states, but the fact is, they can’t because they’re not Texas,” Perry said.

The governor must have been tossing back cold Lone Stars at the Dixie Chicken when Texas History was being taught during his college days at A & M.

An 1845 joint congressional resolution annexing Texas allows, theoretically at least, the state to divide itself up into five states. That doesn’t mean Texas would leave the United States. The Civil War took care of that notion. That was after Texans turned their back on one of its most revered figures, then-Gov. Sam Houston. The leader whose troops defeated Mexico at San Jacinto and who was later president of the Republic of Texas and a U.S. senator for Texas — before Texas he also served as governor of and a U.S. representative from Tennessee — was removed as governor because of his strong opposition to secession.

Knowledge of Texas history  aside, Perry has appealed the ruling for no disaster declaration and the Obama administration’s contention that almost $40 million in grants to help battle Texas wildfires was sufficient.

In addition to the millions already granted to Texas, federal help has come in the form of wildland firefighters from 35 states. Many of those who have helped battle fires across the state are from so-called “hotshot” crews which come from three federal agencies, Native American tribes as well as from the states of Alaska and Utah. The U.S. military has likewise lent assistance in the form of helicopters and air tankers.

Having the federal government take an additional burden of the funding for fighting these fires would be welcome and might have been readily deliverable to the state. Unfortunately, Perry and his faux secession act as well as a number of Texas congressional members made that declaration a non-starter.

An increasing number of Republicans were elected to the U.S. House from Texas over the past decade. Yet, few of them have found access to power and have spent more time obstructing and less time working with the administration. Congress members from the state with more tenure and more oomph might have grabbed the president’s ear or found ways to, as that great scholar Larry the Cable Guy says: “Git R Done.”

Sometimes it takes a little more than just sending someone to Congress who is of your party preference. Also, the notion of a House member serving only one or two terms is ridiculous. It takes that long just to find your way from the Capitol to the congressional office buildings.

It seems cruel to say that voters who think the federal government should fork over millions every time their governor says: “Go,” only have themselves to blame. But that is about the gist of it. People who want ideologues in office and get them are often disappointed. Life isn’t easy to stand for your principles unbending. I have seen the word politics defined as “the art of compromise.” Perhaps it is more an inexact science. Although, “compromise” remains an essential particle.

When it comes to picking the next nominee to run against President Obama, perhaps something more substantial than nice hair and a pretty smile might be entertained by Republican voters.

We’re not in Kansas, Toto, although not too far from it

It seems I will get to go home a day early from the “Heartland.” I was hoping to have a down day tomorrow, but my employers can’t have me off not doing anything so they are paying more than $250 extra for me to fly home tomorrow on a different flight instead of as scheduled on Friday. Now what employers would rather piss away money for nothing just so it appears that I am not up here in Kansas City, Mo., doing nothing? Could you guess? I bet you could.

That is fine with me. Hopefully, I will be home by this time tomorrow afternoon. Although with the thunderstorms mucking up flights everywhere in the country’s midsection this week, I wouldn’t make any bets.

Speaking of T-storms, we had to shelter-in-place this morning for a tornado. I was waiting to testify and the arbitrator indicated he planned to work through lunch. The office building where the arbitration was happening had a deli on the first floor, so I went off to grab a sandwich before being called.

While downstairs in the deli I noticed the TV was showing a radar screen with a tornado that had been detected just south of downtown Kansas City. The storms were headed toward us.

Awhile later, a lady from the office where the procedures were taking place stuck her head in our conference room/waiting room and told us that we might have to take cover if a tornado warning was sounded. She told us to go to the stairways around the corner. Sure enough, a tornado warning sounded and we headed for the stairwells.

We spent about 30 minutes in the shelter as a tornado or maybe more than one darted up and down from the sky above us. Some damage was done around KC, but not in our neck of the woods. That was pretty weird. No one seemed really freaked by it, which was kind of surprising since all of the recent deadly tornadoes. One of my fellow witnesses was from up in the Northeast. I think he got a kick out of it.

Hopefully, this will be a calmer night than last night although we only had a pretty loud thunder boomer last evening. I got a pretty good video of it over downtown KC. I would embed it here but it needs some editing. I may do that tonight, once I get all packed.

Getting all packed is my cue. Time to go South, young man.

The weather was bad, but American Airlines wasn’t exactly at the top of its game either

Here I sit looking out on Downtown Kansas City, Mo., on a rainy Tuesday afternoon. The weather folks say a big severe weather breakout is expected later this evening with the possibility of more tornadoes of the type that have plagued the Midwest in the past week or so such as the deadly Joplin, Mo., storm. I have to say, I don’t much like the prospect of that happening. I have been through several tornadoes, one F3 while camping near Sam Rayburn Reservoir in East Texas and it isn’t any fun whatsoever. I have also been through three hurricanes, two Category 2-3, within the last five years. I would rather take my chances with a hurricane, at least a Cat 2-3, than an F2 (I think they call it an EF scale now) or above.  Tornadoes are still way more unpredictable than a hurricane. However, storm detection overall has improved.

Looking out on a wet Downtown Kansas City, Mo.

That being said, weather patterns haven’t changed a whole heck of a lot over the years while storm detection has vastly improved. As I noted yesterday I had a miserable experience flying from Texas to Kansas City due mostly to one thunderstorm that passed over DFW airport around noon that day. Some planes were hit with some major hail and had to be inspected, which is the reason for the messed up airline schedules from that time forward, according to some of the airline people. Of course when a major hub like DFW is hit, it being an American Airlines center, it is going to cause some falling dominoes.

Whether that storm warranted as many flights being cancelled and others being delayed yesterday remains a big question in my mind. Even if that is the case I am not sure why more passengers could not have been disembarked from their planes at DFW rather than sitting in the airliners for hours on end.  Is there not enough room to park the aircraft? I don’t know. Surely they have plenty of those little trucks which carry ladders up to the planes, especially for the smaller airliners. Could they not have used those to get some of the passengers off? I don”t know that either. I’m sure some of the decisions are made with federal regulations in mind, and safety and just practicality perhaps.

Even so, even if American was justified in all the cancellations, delays and stranding passengers on planes yesterday at DFW, I cannot think of anything in my mind that justifies why American could not provide accurate information about the schedule changes.

I had signed up for American’s “flight notification” by text message before leaving Houston for Dallas and my connecting flight to Kansas City (Hereafter called MCI for its official aviation name.) Once planes started backing up on the DFW Tarmac, my phone buzzed every few minutes or so with the little reggae tone I had chosen for a text notification on my cell. I got sick of that little reggae beat fast. Even though the message kept showing the hour for my MCI flight becoming longer and longer in the future, the gate always stayed the same.

Once I got off the plane and after the long parade of American Super 80 aircraft whittled down some waiting for a gate, I saw my gate and it was jam packed with folks. But they weren’t waiting for a plane to MCI. No, they were waiting for a plane to LaGuardia in New York. I asked an off-duty American captain waiting in line if he knew a number I could call and talk to someone who might know where my plane was supposed to depart. The cap gave me a number, but I forgot it. I finally asked an airline employee at the gate if this was still the place to catch the MCI flight. He said, “Yeah, stick around.”

It seemed like the LaGuardia flight would never back out from the gate. I asked another American employee if the MCI flight was still scheduled for this gate, he said: “I think so.” I said, well, it looked as if I had time to catch a bite to eat and the employee agreed. So I set off to find something to help curb my voracious appetite made 10 times worse by a stressful afternoon.

As I walked along passing a few other gates, I noticed a bunch of folks ready to board another plane. The sign said: “Flight 2032.” It was my flight for KC. I still didn’t believe it because I had been told otherwise. I asked an off-duty flight attendant who ended up flying on the plane to KC if there was anyone to call that might be able to straighten all the mess out, she said: “I doubt it.” But lo and behold, this was indeed my flight.

Once we boarded, the captain apologized for all the delays all afternoon but noted that we would have a bit more of a delay as another thunderstorm required we fly around to the Texas Panhandle and take a right over the Ozarks before heading north for MCI. Remarkably, we still made the flight in a little more than 1.5 hours. Even  more remarkably, during a single pass of the drink cart I ordered a vodka tonic to calm my frayed nerves and the flight attendant said, grinning, as I stuck out my debit card: “I don’t want that.” I was kind of stunned for a moment that someone from the airline would miss a chance to bill someone for $6. But then I realized the guy was performing an act of mercy. I hope this doesn’t get him in trouble. But I doubt anyone from American will read this anyway and if they do, bill me.

I hope we escape any heavy weather tonight. I got a big day ahead of me in the a.m. I also hope I have a much better trip back home, one filled less with storms and a little better performance on the part of American Airlines.

 

More later

I arrived in Kansas City at 9:00 p.m. after having spent more time on the runway than in the air. American Airlines did a piss poor job. Hopefully I will have time to air my grievances tomorrow after work. Nighty-nite.

The misadventures of flying in T-storm alley

11:39 a.m., IAH. I should have been boarded by now, but a thunderstorm that moved over DFW has slowed my plane to DFW by an hour and thus my plane to MCI has also been pushed back an hour.

Those are notes I would write myself were I writing notes to myself. Given the kind of weather pattern that has been prevalent lately in the Great Plains, some delays are to be expected when flying north from Houston to Dallas-Fort Worth to Kansas City. The extreme of the type of weather I speak of is like last evening’s killer tornado in Joplin, Mo. Some 89 people died in that storm.

In fact, it looks as if a storm passed over Kansas City earlier today. Hopefully, that will be the last one but I doubt it.

Of course, a storm especially one precipitating a ground stop such as the one temporarily today at DFW can create all kinds of havoc for fliers. (Am I a prophet or just for-profit?)

5:16 p.m., DFW. Our flight from Houston spent 35 minutes on the runway at IAH waiting to take off. The trip to DFW took about 30 minutes, but we spent 1 1/2 hours on the runway waiting for a gate. I had received a number of flight notifications about my next plane to Kansas City and it looked as if I might make it. I go to the gate and what do I see? A flight to New York. I finally determine my flight is supposed to depart from that gate. Who knows.

A deadhead (off-duty) American pilot told me they had quite a T-storm at DFW and it messed things up, to say the least.

The misadventure continues.