The lockouts, they’ve been many. Those I remember, few.

Going through the government lockout now going on 15 days — as a part-time employee — it sort of amazes me that I recall very few of the past 17 times a shutdown has happened. I suppose I shouldn’t be totally surprised.

Even though I have long been a student of politics I didn’t always give newspapers a thorough study in younger days.

The first of the 17 happened, literally, on my watch. A detail of each shutdown is profiled in this “Wonkblog” piece in The Washington Post. During the 10 days in late September and early October of 1975 in which the government ceased operation I was a young Navy sailor and Gerald R. Ford was in the White House. The cause was a budget showdown in Congress over funding the then-Department of Labor, Health, Education and Welfare. Thank heavens they eventually took Labor out of that bunch. I suppose that even as callous that the American public was during those days about the military — the Vietnam War aftermath — Congress must have seen fit to keep the military up and running. At least, that’s how I remember it.

I was at sea, mostly poking around New Zealand and Australia, when a series of shutdowns took place in the fall of 1977. I don’t remember those. Can you blame me? Also, unlike these days of email, we received very little news from the U.S. during the time I was overseas for those seven  months.

Maybe I recall a bit of the funding gap during the next year since it was over funding for an aircraft carrier. But I don’t remember what fully transpired.

For those Reagan years during which some five or six shutdowns happened I was going to college and living la vida grande. I read newspapers and watched TV news somewhat during those years and was a journalism student. But my life in the Navy had kind of soured me on following the antics of government. So I probably knew what was happening, but I just sort of let much of life go in one ear and out the other.

A couple of one-day shutdowns happened in the late 1980s. I don’t remember much about the one over abortion. But I do vaguely remember the kerfuffle over Contra funding for Nicaragua. I was interested in the whole Contra scandal involving Poppy Bush, Oliver North and others. I thought we, our nation, was headed headlong for a war in Central America. I didn’t want to see another Vietnam for a number of reasons.

Finally, the two Clinton-Gingrich era shutdowns were memorable. I was a reporter by then and i likewise highly amazed how the Republicans had a blinding hate for President “Bubba” Clinton and the First Momma. Maybe the rage that was heaped upon the Clintons subsided a bit in more recent years. There was a logical reason over this. First, another Republican Bush was in office during eight years that time. The wars that George “Dubya” Bush began also captured our attention. And, of course, the first black “Kenyan Muslim” was elected president. I am joking about the Kenyan Muslim, in case you for some reason didn’t figure it out.  I never though the Republicans and ultra-right could “out-hate” Bill Clinton. But with, President Obama whew!

So here I am, working part-time for the government. Involved a bit in a public employee’s union. And I have been furloughed 15 days and got a check for the first time today. A partial paycheck with a grand total of $430. I’ve got rent covered for a little longer. But it’s time to re-evaluate the other bills. Oh and my TV is on, watching the drivel on TV that passes as governing.

Hope you have had a happy whatever the hell day it is

Happy … something or other! Today is Columbus Day in the United States. It is Thanksgiving Day in Oh Canada. I have never explored the Canadian version of Thanksgiving. I don’t know whether they prefer back bacon to our turkey. I should look that up some day.

This, I mean this post, isn’t about the Canadian Thanksgiving Day. It isn’t all that much about Columbus Day either.

I like reading the Sci Guy and Weather blogs of Houston Chronicle writer Eric Berger, He noted in his Sci Guy  blog that because history showed Columbus was a real asshole who mistreated his slaves among other tribulations a movement ensued to change the Columbus Day designation. One such change was in Hawaii where the holiday became known as Discoverers’ Day. Berger said, and I am much in agreement, that Discoverers’ Day wouldn’t be a bad choice. I m pretty down with that my own bad self.

I liked reading about the discoverers who came to the New World and endured a lot of suffering for lands that might have been named for them although it was usually after the discovering party met an untimely death. French explorer René Robert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle was such an example.

La Salle keeps watch over traffic in tiny Navasota, Texas
La Salle keeps watch over traffic in tiny Navasota, Texas

La Salle explored the Great Lakes regions and later the Mississippi and the Gulf of Mexico. This all happened in the late 1600s and no doubt that La Salle and his fellow travelers incurred some hellacious geography and weather. After all the Great Lakes and the upper Texas Coast are a bit different from each other. While hanging out on the Texas Gulf Coast La Salle and his men got lost trying to find the Mississippi River in order to return to the Great Lakes. La Salle was supposedly shot  by mutineers and left for dead somewhere in an area of eastern Texas between Huntsville and Navasota.

The first time I passed through Navasota was when I was home on liberty from the Navy. My Dad and I took my Mom to Austin for a conference and we drove back taking the long way home. I saw this statue of La Salle in Navasota that was in the middle of the street. La Salle had a tire around his neck. I don’t know if the slight defacement was for historical symbolism or just some bored kids on a Grimes County weekend. Nevertheless, the folks around those parts had enough confidence that La Salle was killed there that they put up a statue that remains to this day. I have a picture of La Salle with a tire around his neck. If I can ever find it I will put it on the blog. Until then, I will use this one from Wikipedia Commons.

Whether La Salle was harsh like Columbus, only history knows. La Salle is remembered for being pretty inept.

But as Eric Berg points out, there are a lot of later discoverers such as those who flew in space who are worth remembering. So that idea seems fairly meritorious if you ask me. Anyway, I spent my Columbus Day in an informational picket with my fellow furloughed government workers and those who are working, federal prison guards, and aren’t getting paid. Maybe we could change this day to “No Shutdown Day.”

Work, no work, there’s always a song

Today’s theme is “laziness.”

As some of you know I am furloughed from my part-time — which might as well be my full-time — job. You might guess why if you don’t know and may just come up correct.

A friend just sent me a text saying he received his partial check — he’s full-time — and it hit him that the furlough was real. And not real fun. Well, what do people do when they feel the despair of unemployment? They drink. Well, some do but drinking is for good times so you will wake up feeling bad the next morning. Or else, drinking is for boredom, of which there is plenty of boredom in unemployment. What I was going for was music. Music soothes the savage beast and takes you to, hopefully, a better place.

So I am presenting my top 10 songs for unemployment. Some might make you feel better about unemployment, some may make you psyched about going back to work — if and when that comes — or it will bum the crackers out of your arthritic neck. A note here about the songs. I am not placing which is my favorites from 1 to 10 or 10 to 1 or 5 to 1 and 10 to 5. That would be a lot of work for something which I am not getting paid. I also am not linking the songs to You Tube. I could do that. But all you have to do is copy the song, put it in search along with the words “You Tube,” and you will be likely to find it. Really, I could do all that since I am unemployed temporarily but I think I will just instead sit around and listen to the music. What a putz, huh?

Get A Job – The Silhouettes 1957

Working Man – Rush 1974

Working Man Blues – Merle Haggard 1969

*Carmelita – Warren Zevon 1976

Workin’ For A Livin’ – Huey Lewis and the News 1982

Banana Boat Song – Harry Belafonte 1956

Maggie’s Farm – Bob Dylan 1965

Bang The Drum All Day – Todd Rundgren 1983

Two More Bottles of Wine – Emmylou Harris 1978

9 To 5 – Dolly Partin 1980

 *Technically, this song is not about working or specifically regarding the state of unemployment. Instead, it’s about the pain and suffering of heroin addiction. It just goes without saying, after listening to the song, that the narrator does not hold steady employment.

To my brothers and sisters who are furloughed, I wish you the best. Here comes the weekend and maybe better things will come soon. So relax. Take the rest of the day off. LOL, as we say online, meaning “laugh out loud.” Or is it lemon or lime?

I can walk only so far from the insanity of Congress and the lockdown

Update: Cantor sounded optimistic, said Wolf. But why didn’t the GOP House members go outside to talk to the media instead of sneaking out the back door?

The gorgeous and not-so-hot day of early autumn has given me an added incentive to get outside and walk.

Walking is needed for my health and my sanity in normal times even though my health prevents me from those treks of a length I once enjoyed. I also find myself needing more walking in these maddening days of the government lockout. I call it a lockout and not “a partial shutdown” as some of the mealier-mouths in media have muttered simply because many of us government employees are locked out. I sit around in my tiny abode with little more to do than read what I find on the Web and what I can see on TV. Somehow it is though that everything I see or read takes me back to news of the lockout, which is in turn increasingly frustrating.

“If ands or buts were candy and nuts, then every day would be Christmas.” -- John Boehner, starring in "It Takes One To Know One,"
“If ands or buts were candy and nuts, then every day would be Christmas.” — John Boehner, starring in “It Takes One To Know One,”

Today’s big headline is that Speaker John Boehner and other top Republican House members will meet with President Obama later this afternoon and talk over the latest GOP proposal. Boehner wants Obama to agree to hike the debt ceiling for six weeks. Apparently, the Speaker has no provision for keeping the government open simultaneously. White House Press Secretary Jay Carney, after repeated questions, sounded as if he found such a proposition absurd. However, some of the media and chowder talking heads seemed to interpret Carney’s remarks as indicating Obama might find such a proposal agreeable.

Whether my interpretation is right or not, I have to say that if an agreement was reached by the President temporarily hiking the debt ceiling with or without re-opening the government then Obama needs to have his head examined. Hell yeah, I want to go back to work. I want to get paid. If, in fact, I am ultimately paid unemployment it will be a very small amount. But the thought of traveling down this same crappy old road another six weeks depresses me to no end.

For God’s sake man, will government workers and veterans and the war dead’s spouses and kids have their money held up a week before Thanksgiving? Will we all go through once more in six weeks? I don’t know where you live but from where I come — Planet Earth — this is just plain insanity!

I just saw Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid after a small presser say the six-week debt hike deal is a non-starter, that is what I thought I saw at least. I have also read that Boehner might be such a sweetie that he could go for the six-week deal with the government re-opening.

It’s driving me nuts, I tell you. Well, perhaps nuttier.

When this all will end, well, your guess is as good as mine. But I predict I will be taking more long walks in the immediate future.

At long last — a hangover cure that tells us about our drinking behavior

Ah, if we had only known this when we were younger …

All right now. Here are “scientific” answers about one of the most hideous of side (or is it after?) effects of drinking. Remember, the answer must be in the form of a question.

Okay, Alex, you old Canuck bastard, what is a hangover?

Ding, ding, ding. You are correct. Yes, well why wouldn’t I be?

A study released today by the manufacturers of “the only FDA-approved hangover cure” on the market reveals the top three hangover “culprits” are:

1. Tequila

2. Vodka

3. Red wine

Had I been asked I might have answered like this:

1. Tequila, Vodka and Red wine

2. Beer, Rum and Hot Damn!

3. Hot Damn, Fortified wine and any alcoholic beverage that comes in a 40-ounce can or bottle.

The study, which can be found online in the incredibly named “Intoxication Nation,” looks at the drinking behaviors of Americans over the age of 21. Actually,

” … a study of 5,249 Americans who drink alcohol and are over the age of 21. Margin of error for this study is 1.35% at a 95% confidence interval,” according to a PR Newswire release touting the study.

What is not for certain is whether those over 21 (from 21 to 110?) were hammered at the time they were being questioned. And yes, age makes a lot of difference. A very interesting result regarding age and hangovers was that “People in their 20s drink half as much as people in their 40s but get 3X the hangovers.” I suppose the older folks spend more time drinking from young adult-to-middle age so perhaps there is an immunity. What the hell do I know?

There are a number of interesting little tidbits although a survey published by a company that supposedly makes a hangover “cure,” well, you need to take it with a little salt before you drink that shot of Cuervo Gold or Sauza Blanco.

In alcohol studies we did during college — that’s right and one cohort owns his own distillery today — we found that moderation was great even though it sometimes was a bit overrated. And likewise it was interesting to determine that, as the song back in the mid-70s asked rhetorically: “Don’t The Girls All Get Prettier at Closing Time.” In fact, an entire genre of C & W s**t-kickers adopted the theme of (over)indulging:

“The Power of Positive Drinking,” “A Headache Tomorrow (Or A Heartache Today,)” “I Think I’ll Just Stay Here And Drink.” “Yesterday’s Wine,” etc.

Perhaps if this hangover cure was around in my younger days, I might just have tried it. There is one little problem, however. The name. It’s called “Blowfish for Hangovers.” Blowfish are fish that get all puffed up and are toxic, as in deadly toxic. This is no matter that Hootie and the Blowfish were rather benign.

Maybe Blowfish for Hangovers is the miracle cure we all sought in our college days. Of course, in those days, one might just hop up and manage four or five cups more of Busch if the keg was still cold and had yet to float. It may not have been the best hangover cure but it sure as shootin’ beat yesterday’s wine — especially if yesterday’s wine was in a plastic cup with a half-smoked Kool Filter sailing around in it.