The March of Folly

Historian Barbara Tuchman won a Pulitzer Prize in 1962 for The Guns of August, her magisterial study of how the European powers blundered into World War I. An early reader of the book was John F. Kennedy, who applied the lessons of that book to help the US avoid similar blunders during the tense days of the Cuban missile crisis.

In 1984, Ms. Tuchman published The March of Folly, which considered how governments and institutions through the ages made stupendously stupid decisions, such as the Vatican’s fermentation of the Protestant Reformation, the British government’s provocation of the American revolution and America’s descent into the Vietnam war.

The book opens with the essay “Pursuit of Policy Contrary to Self-Interest.” Brilliant when written, the essay is now shocking because it precisely describes the process by which the Bush administration pitched a nation into the morass of the Iraq invasion and occupation.

Some excerpts:

“To qualify as folly…. the policy adopted must meet three criteria: it must be perceived as counter-productive in its own time, not merely by hindsight…. Secondly, an alternative course of action must have been available … a third criterion must be that the policy in question must be that of a group, not an individual ruler, and should persist beyond any one political lifetime.”
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Unfit to Print

When the history of the scandalous first decade of the 21st century is written, there will be more than enough shame to spread around. A fair dollop will land on the mainstream media. Consolidated, corporate-controlled and slaves to the bottom line, the American media is a feeble heir to the muckrakers of the 1920s, the Ed Murrows of the ’50s or Woodward and Bernstein of the ‘70s. Even Woodward and Bernstein are no longer Woodward and Bernstein.

The worse example is News Corp., Rupert Murdoch’s vehicle for simultaneously sucking up to capitalist totalitarians in Washington and communist totalitarians in Beijing. The New York Times (with special mention for Judith Miller) and almost every other major outlet, from the Washington Post to the major networks repeated without question every Bush/Cheney lie in the run-up to the invasion of Iraq.

The new line is that the media learned its lesson and the free ride is over for George Bush and his cronies. But is it? I read the papers every day and I every day I see evidence that the fix is still in. The symptoms are insidious; I wonder if the reporters and editors afflicted with this disease are even aware they have it. When the rich and powerful are caught breaking the law, the words reporting their crimes always seem softened, the punches pulled, excuses for bad behavior seem to be sought.
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President Jeb

The past six and a half years have offered plenty of opportunities for reflection and regret and most of the “what if” scenarios played out have involved an honest election in Florida in 2000. But there’s a different “what if” scenario that might achieve the impossible – make us believe we’re not suffering the worst of all political fates.

This “what if” begins in 1994, when the Bush brothers, George and Jeb, simultaneously ran for governor in Texas and Florida. This was to be the rise of the second age of Bush, the brothers were to come into their political own and set the stage to avenge their father’s 1992 national defeat at the hands of Bill Clinton.

George W. was the older brother, but Jeb (so called for the acronymic initials of John Ellis Bush) was the presumed political heir. While George (known as “Junior” in the family) wasted his youth boozing and running successive oil companies into the ground, Jeb was building a resume that included international banking, real estate, oil and telecommunications. Living in Miami, “the capital of Latin America,” he established solid contacts among the anti-Castro Cubans, interceding with his father to obtain a pardon for Orlando Bosch, who was called “an unrepentant terrorist” by George H.W. Bush’s attorney general, Dick Thornburgh.
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Victims of Oil

The shop around the corner raised the price of sandwiches by a quarter this week. Although the housing meltdown is raising concerns that it may take the whole American economy down with it, prices are going up and the reason is the cost of oil.

Oil, and therefore gas, prices remain at near-record levels. A story in last Sunday’s New York Times blamed a shortage of refinery capacity. Hurricane Katrina knocked some refinery capacity off-line in 2005, other refineries delayed maintenance to keep the gas flowing, but now that delayed maintenance is taking refineries off line. That, plus a series of unfortunate lightning strikes, the Times says, is causing our supplies to lag behind demand. The Times article takes pains to note that this is not price gouging by the oil companies. Heavens, no. Perish the thought.

We’re all sure this is not price gouging by the oil companies, but it should be noted that using this tactic – taking power plants off line for maintenance – is exactly what the electric companies, with the connivance of Enron, did in 2001 causing those price spikes and rolling blackouts in California. No, these refinery downtimes are because those unselfish bosses at the oil companies kept their plants going too long for the public good; they’re “refiners who love too much.” Look for an upcoming segment on Oprah.
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It’s Not The Draft

Can you stand one further Iraq-Vietnam comparison?  They’re tiring, I know, but Iraq is tiring, Vietnam was tiring – exhausting.  The comparisons keep returning to mind perhaps because I keep trying to make sense of Iraq and there’s no sense to be made, just as there was none in Vietnam.  This comparison isn’t about Iraq per se and it might not even be a comparison; it’s a contrast.

There has been no military draft in the Iraq war, we just keep sending the same soldiers back over and over again until our military is now broken.  Several pundits have identified the absence of a draft as the reason for the absence of a mainstream anti-war movement.  “If there was a draft,” the sages of conventional wisdom say “if the sons and daughters of the middle class were being shipped off to Iraq, then you’d have people marching in the streets and the war would be over in a few months.”

Maybe, maybe not.  It’s a nice thought, comforting even, especially if we’re sitting at home.  Why bother going down to the federal building and joining the vigil and holding a placard as cars drive by and no one seems to care, or get on a bus for one of those tedious trips to Washington, DC?  So much easier to stay home and click through the next online petition from MoveOn.  No point in going anywhere, nothing’s going to change unless there’s a draft and that’s not going to happen.  I guess the politicians outwitted us this time, right?
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We Laughed At The Time

After cool and dry weather in May and June, the first two weeks of July have been hot and wet in Northwest Vermont.  Frequent thunderstorms send groundstrokes of lightning across Burlington and the keen of sirens can be heard through the open windows.

The sirens always make my stomach tense.  I’m immediately distracted, irritated, unable to concentrate.  Eventually, the sirens fade or stop and I can relax again, until the next time.

I trace my dislike of sirens back 20 years, to the days when I was a police reporter in Western New York.  I was required to respond to police, fire and ambulance calls.  There was a scanner near my desk in the office and one by the side of the bed in my apartment.  After six months on the beat, I would sleep through the routine calls – traffic stops and the like.  The mention of a deliberately obscure code – “Code M” meant a shooting – would rouse me from deep slumber and have me reaching for my pants.  About that time, I’d hear the sirens start up.  I’d be in my car, right behind them, sometimes in front of them, racing to the scene of the tragedy.  The scant information the scanner had provided told me whether I could expect to see a dead teenager lying beside a mangled vehicle, a family dispossessed of their home by fire or a corpse with holes from a shotgun.
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Trouble in the Colonies

The Fourth of July was cool and rainy in Vermont, as it seems to be with surprising regularity. I suppose that’s why my town sets off its fireworks on the evening of July 3rd, which was perfect for pyrotechnics this year.

Fireworks finished, I had all day Wednesday to contemplate this year’s version of American liberty. The Fourth of July 1776 was a profound date, because it meant the end of the colonists’ rebellion and the beginning of the American nation. Until that date, the dispute between the British government and its American subjects – from massacres and “tea parties” in Boston to pitched battles in New England and the Carolinas – had been a violent form of citizens petitioning their government.

The Continental Congress wanted the British Parliament to grant the colonies more autonomy in deciding affairs here on the ground, rather than dictating events from London and of course, there was the matter of taxes. America was a land rich in resources, but depended on England for material goods. In a large part, our rebellion was about money.
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