Did News Corp. inspire Bushies?

Here is a theory and it’s just a theory. Perhaps all the secret squirrel shenanigans perpetrated by the former Bush administration – assassination squads, wiretapping and the like – were inspired by the journalistic practices of newspapers headed by the man who exemplified that administration’s propaganda program. I’m talking about Rupert Murdoch, whose media empire News Corp. includes Fox News and the Wall Street Journal.

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News Corp. now finds itself in a bit of a pickle. Due to some rather aggressive and, even in the jolly old United Kingdom, somewhat illegal practices.

Britain’s The Guardian newspaper recently broke a huge scoop that News Corp’s tabloids paid out an estimated $1.6 million to settle lawsuits alleging the tabloids’ reporters used private investigators to access phone records of various English public figures. One editor was imprisoned a couple of years back, convicted of paying a private investigator to tap the phones of the royals.

British police have said they will not reopen the case. However, a review of evidence is taking place and more lawsuits against Rupert and his merry men and women are a distinct possibility.

Is it going too far to see a possible link between the Big Brother actions of Murdoch’s tabloids and the alleged illegal activity undertaken by spy agencies in the United States under the Bush administration? Perhaps. But who is to say the cheerleaders for that administration and the right wing – that being Murdoch and Fox News – didn’t inspire some ideas among Dick Cheney and the boys. Such revelations also kind of makes one wonder just how fictitious is Fox TV’s thriller “24?”

 

Sotomayor's hearing placid, so far

So far, the Supreme Court nomination hearings for Sonia Sotomayor seem as placid as expected. Some might even say they are “boring.”

Certainly what little of the hearings I saw this morning before work was anything but riveting. The Q and A back and forth between potentially the first Hispanic woman on the court and Republican Sen. Orrin Hatch of Utah appeared as if it was practice for a bar exam.

The senators on the Judiciary Committee – both Republicans and Democrats – are getting their little digs in so they can show the folks back home they are “tough by God.” However, little that is asked raises much that normal folks can get their teeth into and Sotomayor didn’t get to where she is today without learning to evade or turn into legalese such questions.

The one moment I am waiting to see is whether New Haven, Conn., firefighter Frank Ricci testifies as a witness for Republican ranking member Jeff Sessions. Ricci was the lead plaintiff in a reverse discrimination suit over hiring blacks and Hispanics who lacked the scores on a test for promotion to fire department lieutenant.

Sotomayor and a majority of the 2nd U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals sided with the city but the case was overturned by a 5-4 majority last month by the Supreme Court.

Since that decision Ricci has been touted by conservative talking heads as a hero for white men everywhere. However, some liberal groups recently began asking media outlets to investigate Ricci’s background in which, it turns out, the firefighter appears to be a serial litigant. His first lawsuit was at 20 when he sued New Haven for not hiring him as a firefighter, claiming the city discriminated against him because he had dyslexia.

Hatch mentioned what he called a “smear campaign” against Ricci today. He sought and received assurances from Sotomayor that she had no hand in such a campaign.

Nevertheless, and regardless of how you feel about discrimination or affirmative action, the fact that some of the far right chose Ricci to be their poster boy to blacken the eyes of President Obama’s first judicial pick is one more example of how the right wing seems to be puttering about on a rudderless ship.

Everyone should have the common sense to know that in politics, people who live in glass houses shouldn’t store thrones, or throw stones even. This time it seems as if the liberal supporters of the high court nominee has come with a stock pile of rocks.

 

Now for some really good hot sauce

 It is 96 degrees outside. A heat index of 103. And, yes I am thinking about something cool to drink with lots of ice. I love ice. Thank goodness that I live in an ice age. What I mean to say is I am glad to live in an age in which one may easily find ice to cool your drinks or to crunch upon. I am an ice cruncher, big-time.

I remember as a kid riding with my older brothers to the ice house to pick up a block of ice. I can’t really remember what it was for. It might have just been ice for consuming because I remember a lot of chopping ice with picks but don’t remember a lot of cubed or crushed ice except for maybe in a snow cone. It’s funny what one remembers and doesn’t remember.

As strange as it is, as hot as it is, I sit here thinking about hot sauce. I made two jars of hot sauce two weeks ago. I vowed to let it sit a month before I sampled it. How silly of me to think I could let anything sit while I wait in anticipation. I am an impatient man.

The degree of heat is, supposedly, at the heart of what separates the two jars of sauce. They both contain virtually identical contents: Jalapeno and habanero peppers, plus a few herbs, spices and a few pieces of carrot. One jar is larger and has one habanero the other jar is small with with two habaneros. The theory being the less jalapenos and more habaneros, the more heat.

This weekend I just had to try the sauce. At the end of week two, I am pleased to report that both sauces are divine. I can only imagine what they shall be in month or two, if I have any sauce left. The big jar is a milder, more flavorful specimen but the dos habaneros version, while spicy, also has a great taste. I tried both on some lima beans and they make life worth living.

So now that I have talking about hot sauce out of my system, it’s time to  search for something cold. First, I will have to crawl into that zillion-degree pickup truck burn my hands on the steering wheel as well as burn my butt and all its fixtures on the fabric seat.

Summertime in Texas. You just can’t beat it. But you can try.

But they'll do it when we aren't looking

Do you know the ultimate refrain in all of Paranoia Land?

Why it is, of course, “But they’ll do it while we aren’t looking.”

That is to imply that all appears well but somewhere, someone is surreptitiously plotting the worse case scenario which is to be thrust upon us all at a time of maximum surprise.

Such seems to be the best argument so far by those who oppose any Obama administration plan to revamp the nation’s health care system.

The major strike against health care reform from the most ardent of critics seems to be both the tired and worn threat of socialized medicine. Such threats have been lurking from the shadows for several generations now and except for the system which I am forced to use for health care – the Department of Veterans Affairs – a socialized system has yet to arrive.

In fact, what Obama says that he wants in health care reform seems anything but radical. For instance:

  • Protect families from bankruptcy or debt because of health care costs

  • Guarantee choice of doctors and health plans

  • Invest in prevention and wellness

  • Improve patient safety and quality of care

  • Assure affordable, quality health coverage for all Americans

  • Maintain coverage when you change or lose your job

  • End barriers to coverage for people with pre-existing medical conditions

I have come to make peace with the socialized system that exists within the VA. That doesn’t mean I like everything about it. In fact, so much can be improved that would make for a more fair and efficient system. And when I see something that I don’t like or I feel is unfair, I fight it. That is the only way one can ensure they have any kind of chance for care which is rightfully theirs.

With that said, I certainly wouldn’t want to see any type of government-controlled and operated health care for the civilian population. But I think the only way that could logically take place is as explained through that old paranoid refrain: “But they’ll do it when we aren’t looking.”

Hell, for that matter, I think socialized medicine in the U.S. Is such a stretch that “they” would have to do it while we all are comatose.

The walls were shaking, the earth was quaking …

Okay. Regarding my last post, the felon — as far as I know — didn’t scare the wall straight. Could’ve, should’ve, might’ve, but probably didn’t. So much for writing on the quick.

But hey, I’m writing about a great story written by a friend, not about my miscues.