Friday, November 24, 2006

EDUCATION BUBBLE II

In the course of reading my latest bar association journal, I just found out that people graduating from law school these days can owe between $60,000 and $100,000, and that many of them are signing up for 30-year repayment plans. Thirty years to finance a hundred grand--sound familiar? It's pretty much the standard "starter home" mortgage. That's scary. Does it mean that these folks are paying their student loans instead of buying a home? I suspect it does, at least for the first few years. Med school is probably even worse. So much for the American Dream.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

BACKDRAFT

Charlie Rangel is once again proposing military conscription. He does it every decade or so, just to get the point across that none of the pro-war bigwigs has ever heard a shot fired in anger, and none of their kids are currently on the firing line. I certainly don't mind keeping that salient point before the public eye. But the logic behind it is weaker than it looks, for those who actually have had some experience with the draft.

I was a draft counsellor during the Vietnam War. Which meant my colleagues and I had to know more about the Selective Service system than the people who administered it--they could (and often did) just make things up as they went along, but we had to be able to cite chapter and verse in the applicable regulations and laws. So we can talk from highly knowledgeable personal experience. We know that the draft was never the great social leveller that Rangel's enthusiasts envision.

The Vietnam War draft worked with a manpower pool considerably larger than they really needed, most of the time. That was the point of the infamous "lottery"--a number was assigned to each birthdate, and the people whose numbers were above a certain limit never had to deal with the draft at all. The number was usually well below or just above 200, out of a possible 366. Got that? One-third of the potential pool never heard from the SS at all.

What about the other two-thirds? Well, half of them failed the physical exam. That's not news. In fact, ever since people first started keeping these statistics (World War I, to be exact) half of everybody has failed the physical. How do you fail the physical? Not, generally, by walking into the examining station, being carefully checked out, and being found to be physically, mentally, psychologically, or morally unfit for service. The enlistment/induction physical has been cursory at best--anybody with the usual number of limbs and no visible deformities is likely to pass, unless--

Unless he presents documentation from a physician that he has some kind of serious but not immediately visible medical problem. Like having one of anything the normal human being made to standard specifications is supposed to have two of. Or a history of asthma. Or a history of mental disease or disorder. Ulcers. The list set forth in Army Regulation 40-501, Chapter 2, (www.army.mil/usapa/epubs/index.html.) goes on for 32 pages. Most of the conditions listed there are not immediately visible to the naked eye of an examining physician in a hurry. I won't even go into the numberless stories of young men with problems that were (or anyway should have been) visible to the naked eye, who passed the infamous induction physical anyway.

And how does one get documentation from a physician? Think about it. First, you have to have a doctor, or at least be able to see one regularly, as needed. And then the doctor in question needs to have the time and the inclination to actually write up comprehensible and relevant documentation. None of this is much use to a young man from an urban or rural ghetto, whose only source of medical care is the emergency room of an overcrowded, understaffed hospital, from a doctor whose idea of medical documentation is to scrawl across a prescription pad, "Sick--no work." In short, what we are accustomed to thinking of as the fairest and most democratic draft exemption is in fact available almost entirely to the middle and upper classes.

Never mind the less common exemptions and deferments, such as family hardship, conscientious objection, or academic. Academic deferments were mostly eliminated in the last phase of the Vietnam draft, and family hardship and CO never accounted for more than 10% of all deferments and exemptions anyway.

The fate of our current Commander in Chief tells us all we need to know about the usual lot of draftees with family connections--if they actually do have to submit to some sort of military service, they can manage to perform it close to home (or, as in W's case, close to one's girlfriend's home,) on a convenient part-time schedule, in a completely safe venue.

Which is pretty much the way the system works in countries that still have "universal" military service--if the sons and daughters of people with clout have to perform it at all, they get the safe, cushy jobs.

None of this should surprise us. The military establishment is anything but a class leveller. In fact, it is the only American institution in which class-mixing (called "fraternization") is actually a court-martial offense. The line between officers and enlisted personnel is not quite the same as it was a century ago, when officers had to purchase their positions. Now they just have to have a college degree. But the result is the same (and arguably costs roughly the same amount of money, controlling for inflation.)

The only area in which the United States Army has succeeded in overcoming social barriers is race. The US Army is the most integrated institution in America. But the draft had nothing to do with that. The integration first occurred back when we had a draft, but if anything it has improved with the advent of the all-volunteer army. It happened because the brass decided it was going to happen, and made sure it did. That's one of the advantages of effective top-down organization.

The rewards of military service, for those who have served, are far from race-neutral, much less class-neutral. The World War II/Korean War GI Bill, which moved a whole generation of working-class youth into the middle class by providing home mortgages, higher education, and health care, is long gone. This generation of veterans gets a lot less, and if they started out poor, they may still not be able to afford college without going into serious debt.

So from the point of view of forcing the middle class to take a personal interest in whatever foreign adventures our leaders may decide to undertake, the draft is less than a panacea.

In fact, it may serve to encourage the hawks in their adventurism. My grandfather, a career soldier, always told his kids, "Never pick up a gun if you don't intend to use it, never point it if you don't intend to shoot, and never shoot if you don't intend to kill." The draft puts a loaded gun into the hands of leaders who may not be any smarter or wiser than George W. Bush. Give it a thought, folks.

Saturday, November 11, 2006

A THOUGHT FOR OUR VETERANS

Two thoughts, actually. The first is that this year, the retailers have come up with a brand new institution: the Veterans' Day sale. At least around here, all the department stores are advertising like mad about it. It seems to be the latest way to move the Christmas season earlier, and encourage the people who are smart enough not to be caught dead trying to do their holiday shopping on the Friday after Thanksgiving to get ahead of the game. Is there any holiday that can't be turned into a sale? They've already done it for King's Birthday, so I'm not sure there's anything left, except maybe Good Friday. In the Pakistani neighborhoods around here, there are sales just before Ramadan, so I can't even blame Western civilization.

The other is that, amid the Democratic landslide, the only viable Democratic candidate around here who didn't win was Tammy Duckworth, the Iraq War veteran who lost both legs in a copter crash. The GOP spent an amazing lot of money buying huge amounts of air time for some of the slimiest negative ads I have ever seen. They weren't actually putting that much effort into most of the other races (which may be why they lost so many of them) but they were really determined not to let Duckworth win. She lost by a very small margin, but it still bothers me that she lost at all. The campaign against her reminds me all too much of the Swift Boat ads in 2004, against yet another war hero. The GOP gets really fierce about liberal veterans, more than about most other liberals, even. Maybe what they really are is scared, that liberal veterans could expose the current batch of Republicans for the gutless chicken hawks that they are, willing to put everybody's lives on the line except their own.

Anyway, next time you see a panhandler, remember that chances are one in three he's a veteran, and treat him decently--at least give him a smile, if you can't donate.

Also, a poetic remembrance of all departed warriors:

ARLINGTON

The bloodied sun sinks in the west,
And lights us all with glory;
Here sleep the brave in honored rest;
The bugler tells our story;
O dulce et decorum est pro patria mori;
O dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

Go tell the people, passer-by,
Read the stone before ye,
'Tis sweet and fitting that we die
For our country's glory;
Obedient to your will we lie
Pro patria mori;
O dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.

From under stone we've often seen
These lures to empty glory;
We know what deaths these words can mean,
Lonely, cold and gory;
We find these Latin words obscene,
Pro patria mori,
O dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori.

We have no country of our own,
We who sleep in glory;
We died your hatreds to atone,
Still you shun our story;
Oh write no more on any stone,
Pro patria mori;
O dulce et decorum est, pro patria mori.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

MY DOGMA CHASED YOUR KARMA--AND CAUGHT IT

I've seen some writers describe the election as the result of a "perfect storm." The war has been going spectacularly badly; Tom Foley got caught sending dirty e-mails to the pages; Reverend Haggard bought meth from a gay masseur--well, you get the picture. If the US had a parliamentary system like that in most European countries, Bush would have lost a vote of confidence and we'd have a new president too, but let's not get greedy. After all, Rumsfeld got canned, and the Democrats have taken both houses of Congress.

So where do we go from here? Nancy (the Speaker presumptive) Pelosi says the main thing Congress has that really matters is subpoena power. Apparently a lot of Democrats are thirsting for hearings and investigations, mostly about the war. Nobody has yet uttered the "I" word, and I'm conflicted about whether they should. Impeachments cost a lot of money, create a lot of rancor and blood feuds, have a lot of unintended consequences, and rarely accomplish their original goals. A strong case can be made that the Clinton impeachment battle was just the GOP's delayed revenge for the Nixon impeachment battle. Do we really want to go that way again? More to the point, can we afford it? We're in the middle of a disastrous war, a Middle East crisis, and a 10-year window for doing something to alleviate global warming before climate change spins out of control. Congress has much better things to do with its time than impeach a president who is now the lamest of ducks, with only two years left to serve anyway. If he starts vetoing everything Congress sends him, they may have to do it or become lame ducks themselves. But if he makes even a pretense of cooperation, they need to take it and run with it.

And yet..... Why is it always liberals who are required to transcend the baser passions of partisanship and work for the common good? We've chased the car and caught it--why can't we take it home to the kennel and gnaw on it for a while?

I guess the main reason we can't is that the next two years have to be seen by everyone as a dress rehearsal for a Democratic administration after 2008, and that means we have to offer the American people more than the titillation of laying bare the sins of the GOP. But damn! wouldn't it be fun??

Thursday, November 02, 2006

TAKE A RUMOR AND SPREAD IT 'ROUND 'ROUND 'ROUND

For the last two weeks I've had a nasty cold. Eventually it will go away, I suppose, but I keep thinking it would go away faster if I could buy some serious medication for it without the hassle of asking the pharmacist. You know, the hard stuff. Sudafed or whatever.

Which in turn has led me to wonder what the next war on drugs is going to attack. Will the chowderheads out there figure out how to make a recreational drug out of aspirin and milk of magnesia? Or Vitamin C?

Why not get a head start on them, by starting a rumor that they're now making homebrewed euphorics out of, say, dog poop? Or the dust at the bottom of potholes (why else do they call them potholes?) Or--no, here's the ultimate solution, a homebrewed euphoric that is made out of dog poop and then triggered by televised commercials!!! (You're not really going to watch that Cialis ad, are you? "Just Cialis, I think she'll know...." Omigod, call the Streets and Sanitation people and get out the scooper before a child comes around!!)

Yours for cleaner streets and no commercials...

MORE BAD NEWS FOR WESTERN CIVILIZATION

Borscht is an eastern European delicacy, a soup made of beets and various other things depending on where in eastern Europe it is being made. There are numerous commercially-sold varieties of borscht, available in most grocery stores. It's great served cold in summer, but pretty good in winter too. Borscht is a robust and nourishing dish, high in fiber, folate, vitamin C, and various polysyllabic substances that combat cancer and heart disease (for more info, see http://whfoods.org/genpage.php?tname=foodspice&dbid=49 )

Mr. Dissociated and I periodically go on binges of eating lots of borscht. But this month's binge has caused a surprising amount of trouble. All of a sudden, I have difficulty finding just plain borscht. Thank heaven nobody is manufacturing chocolate borscht, or cherry vanilla borscht. No, what they're doing is taking things out of the borscht. You can now get borscht without sugar. Without salt. Low-calorie. No sodium. "Clear" borscht (no pieces of beet.) If you look really hard, you can sometimes find "borscht with chopped beets."

The word mavens call that a "retronym." Like "acoustic guitar," or "manual shift," or "solar clothes-drying." What just plain borscht used to be before the tinkerers got at it and started taking things out. No wonder we all suffer from road rage and air rage and hospital rage and everything rage--you can't even get a decent bowl of borscht any more! Western civilization is doomed, doomed I tell you!