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Tuesday Morning Spy

It’s not just the Denver Post who’s incurious.

It’s not just guitar-makers who are getting sandbagged.

And it’s not just Wisconsin who’s letting local governments cut down on fringe benefits.

Why the address for protesting Gilad Shalit’s captivity is Gaza, not Jerusalem.  The left sees this as a way to bludgeon Netanyahu, but any honest moral reading should blame Hamas.

What adults expect from a liberal arts education.  We know, because they’ll pay good money for it.  Maybe we should expect the same thing for people who are going into lifelong debt for it?

CalPERS admits that more conservative pension debt valuations make sense.  PERA, are you listening?

Once you get past the academic-speak, LIT., a Core77 design winner, is a very cool interface.

 

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Sunday Morning Spy

Canadian Health Care:  Maybe they should just let people pay.

Gulf Oil: Maybe this is just a way to keep our reserves high.

Traffic Signals: Banding cell phone together to do the work, so traffic engineers don’t have to.

Global Warming: Glad the science is settled.

The Marcellus Shale: Up and down.  Down, compared to the EIA.  Up, compared to the old USGS report.

Bailout Envy: It’s not just for the Germans, any more.  Slovakia keeping its fiscal house in shape.

Asian Carp: Now, if they had gotten into Caliornia’s Big Valley, they’d be in trouble.

Go To Work: To (not in) a grey flannel suit.

Jobs, Jobs, Jobs:  Steve Jobs, that is.  The gallery, the analysis, the company, and you.

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Gov. Pawlenty Speaks

I had the chance to go to a Meet and Greet with Gov. Tim Pawlenty across the river in Council Bluffs this morning. The setting was a nice little cafe, the Main Street Cafe, surprisingly enough, on Main Street. I won’t dwell on my first experience with Iowa retail politics, except to say that everything you’ve heard about it is true.

Pawlenty spoke well, but not outstandingly, in my opinion. He gave solid, conservative answers to the questions asked, and while some of the social issues did come up, the primary focus was on national defense, the budget, and economic issues. I thought his answers to the budget/debt questions were a little weak; he didn’t seem to grasp, for instance, that Boehner 2.0 incorporated many of the elements of Cut, Cap, and Balance, in another form.

The sound, I will warn you, is not that great. Pawlenty is near the tail end of qualifying for residency in Iowa, and his voice was a little weak, and trying to compete with a loud air conditioner in a small room.

Stump Speech
QA – Boehner Plan 2.0
QA – Family Leader
QA – Federal Overreach
QA – Congress and Public Employees Benefits
QA – Military
QA – Payment Priorities
QA – RomneyCare
QA – Taxes
QA – UN and International Law
Closing

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The Declaration – A Constitutional Document

I’m writing this even as I’m grilling kabobs out on the barbie, so I probably haven’t adequately synthesized the couple of views presented here.  And like any long an complex story, I’m skipping a lot in a few hundred words.  But they’re worth thinking about, on this Independence Day, in a season of renewed interest and admiration for our founding.

Pauline Maier, in her reluctant study of the Declaration, American Scripture, notes that even adopting it was somewhat controversial.  Was it even necessary?  In fact, states and localities had been adopting “little” declarations for some time.  Many of them were of similar form, and took the point of view that what they did was not declare independence as a new fact, so much as recognize an existing fact.  Much of the debate in Congress over the necessity of the document was over the same question – if Congress was merely recognizing an existing fact, was it necessary or beneficial to make such a declaration.

Eventually, as we know, those in favor of the declaration won out.  The necessity of a declaration, both for national unity and for clarity of purpose, was deemed overriding.

Maier, would agree that the Declaration is descended more from the English Declaration of Rights in 1689, than from Locke.  In fact, Maier traces that descent explicitly.  Jefferson, in his preamble to the Virginia Constitution, and George Mason, in the Virginia Declaration of Rights, both drew heavily from that document, and Jefferson used it as the source text for much of the preamble for the Declaration of Independence.

Russell Kirk would agree.  In fact, he did agree, in his Rights and Duties, Our Conservative Constitution. The Declaration of 1689 was about what form the Constitution of England would take.  It was about the relative powers of King and Parliament, and established once and for all that the King ruled with the consent of Parliament, consent that could, with sufficient provocation, be withdrawn.

Constitutions need not be written; Kirk, a dyed-in-the-wool conservative, notes that they’re just the basic rulebook we all agree to play by.  It need not be written, and in the case of our own, it must be open to reasonable and limited interpretation if it is to be brief enough to belong to us all.

Kirk notes that when the Constitution was written, not Locke but Burke was uppermost on the minds of the the Framers, and that the same was true in 1776.  The Founders, whose colonies had been founded by Royal Charter, considered themselves subjects of the King, not Parliament.  They sought the protection of the King against Parliament’s rule, rule which it had asserted in “all cases whatsoever.”  Good luck getting that from a King who knew all too clearly what side his crumpet was buttered on.

Whence, then, that Lockean bit about rights of man?  Kirk argues that it was largely pragmatic.  The Congress was made up of practical politicians who held certain ideas in common.  Pragmatically, they wanted to appeal to the French, and so tossed them a bone in order to appeal to their current political-philosophical fashion.  That doesn’t mean they didn’t believe it, but it does mean that that portion, no less than the bill of particulars against George III, was an attempt to show decent respect to the opinions of mankind.

In Kirk’s view, the Revolution was not about Lockean rights, although the Founders understood those.  It wasn’t even really about taxation without representation; they weren’t interested in representation in a Parliament where such representation would mean submission to its will, “in all cases whatsoever.”  It was about what form the English Constitution would take, and whether or not their own self-government could find a place in it. When they determined, finally, that their own self-government had no place in the English Constitution, they declared that they were, indeed had been, independent, and were now declaring that as a fact for the world to see.

It is that right – the right of self-government as free born citizens, that the Declaration declares, that the Constitution protects, and that we celebrate today.

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What Goes To Washington, Stays In Washington

In this case, your tax money.  How else to explain DC’s disconnect from the rest of the housing market?

According to the Case-Shiller Index of Housing Prices, DC is the only metro area to see its housing prices increase over the last year, even as the rest of the country fell into a double-dip:

Washington’s percentage increase was larger than 10 other areas’ percentage decrease, so it wasn’t as though it was just eking out these gains.  You can see the disconnect even more clearly in this chart of housing prices over the last couple of years, comparing DC to the 20-market index and a couple of representative markets:

DC starts to dip with the rest of the country in late 2010, and then, right at the end of the year, as opposed to every other market in the country, it revives.  If all that extra cash came to late to save all those Democrat representatives and senators, at least they got a good price for their DC pads.

It’s not as though DC didn’t suffer a pretty serious decline in housing prices, but it’s not as though this comeback is a result of reversion to the mean from an exceptionally severe drop:

That chart shows the percentage drop from the local market peak to the market trough.

Other areas had made gains, but they’ve given most or all of them back.  All except for DC.  Only San Francisco is higher above its trough than DC is, but look at how much even of its recovery has evaporated:

When I was growing up, there was a notion afoot that DC was recession-proof.  Then, as the area matured, and the economy diversified, that perception began to weaken.  If you don’t hear Washingtonians saying it again, it’s only because they’re afraid it might be poor salesmanship.

After all, when people are starting to compare the national finances to those of Louis XVI, it’s probably not a good idea to let on that you’re living in Versailles.

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Tornado Alley

Tornadoes.  Twisters.  Somewhere over the rainbow and all that.

Living in Denver, I’m at the far western edge of the tornado zone, but on the way back to Omaha, I got to drive right through the western half of Tornado Alley.  It didn’t disappoint.

It was windy, but mostly sunny, at least where I was, and no rain to speak of.  But the wind gusts were moving the Jeep around, which certainly helped my concentration.

I had picked up the NPR station a few miles into Nebraska, and with good reason, the network manager decided that Terri Gross’s interview of Keith Richards would have to fall short of satisfaction, and Performance Today would pretty much have to be Performance Another Time.  It sounded like War of the Worlds, with the network breaking in every 5 minutes or so with new warnings (not watches, mind you, warnings), and the expiry of old ones.

Some of these areas touched I-80, but they all ended before I got to the affected mile markers, so I just kept driving.  Until right about Mile 255 or so.  There was still sun behind me, but I don’t think I had ever seen clouds that black in front of me.  Ever.  Every quarter-mile or so, when you thought it couldn’t get any darker, darker indeed it did get.

And then, as I came upon Exit 263 (Odessa, for those of you keeping score at home), the all-business and imperturbable NPR lady came on to announce that there was a new warning.  Miles 259-290 on I-80.  Ninety mile-per-hour winds.  A TORNADO HAS TOUCHED DOWN SO GET THE HELL OFF OF THE ROAD, YOU IDIOT!

Thanks goodness for Sapp Bros.  Ah, friendly Sapp Bros., with a parking lot big enough for all the refugees who had heard the same warning, a warm cup of coffee, and wifi.  Ah, and a TV tuned to the Don’t Die , We’re Here to Tell You Where the Tornadoes Are, Channel.  We love you, Sapp Bros.

And so now, with all the warnings having expired, and the weather ready to turn in for the night, it’s back on the road.

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Memorial Day

In honor of those men and women who’ve given their lives in defense of our country, I’d like to call on the Memorial Day remarks of Presidents past:

From Ronald Reagan in 1988:

Once each May, amid the quiet hills and rolling lanes and breeze-brushed trees of Arlington National Cemetery, far above the majestic Potomac and the monuments and memorials of our Nation’s Capital just beyond, the graves of America’s military dead are decorated with the beautiful flag that in life these brave souls followed and loved. This scene is repeated across our land and around the world, wherever our defenders rest. Let us hold it our sacred duty and our inestimable privilege on this day to decorate these graves ourselves — with a fervent prayer and a pledge of true allegiance to the cause of liberty, peace, and country for which America’s own have ever served and sacrificed.

Our pledge and our prayer this day are those of free men and free women who know that all we hold dear must constantly be built up, fostered, revered, and guarded vigilantly from those in every age who seek its destruction. We know, as have our Nation’s defenders down through the years, that there can never be peace without its essential elements of liberty, justice, and independence.

and previous to that, in 1982:

The willingness of some to give their lives so that others might live never fails to evoke in us a sense of wonder and mystery. One gets that feeling here on this hallowed ground, and I have known that same poignant feeling as I looked out across the rows of white crosses and Stars of David in Europe, in the Philippines, and the military cemeteries here in our own land. Each one marks the resting place of an American hero and, in my lifetime, the heroes of World War I, the Doughboys, the GI’s of World War II or Korea or Vietnam. They span several generations of young Americans, all different and yet all alike, like the markers above their resting places, all alike in a truly meaningful way.

Winston Churchill said of those he knew in World War II they seemed to be the only young men who could laugh and fight at the same time. A great general in that war called them our secret weapon, “just the best darn kids in the world.” Each died for a cause he considered more important than his own life. Well, they didn’t volunteer to die; they volunteered to defend values for which men have always been willing to die if need be, the values which make up what we call civilization. And how they must have wished, in all the ugliness that war brings, that no other generation of young men to follow would have to undergo that same experience.

And from President Clinton, in 1994:

Here at Arlington, row after row of headstones, aligned in silent formation, reminds us of the high cost of our freedom. Almost a quarter of a million Americans rest here alone, from every war since the Revolution. Among them are many names we know: General Pershing, Audie Murphy, General Marshall and so many others.

But far more numerous are the Americans whose names are not famous, whose lives were not legend, but whose deeds were the backbone that secured our nation’s liberty. Today we honor them. We honor them all as heroes — those who are buried here and those who are buried all around the nation and the world.

If you look at the headstones, they don’t tell you whether the people buried there are poor or rich. They make no distinction of race, or of age, or of condition. They simply stand, each of them, for one American. Each reminds us that we are descendants, whatever our differences, of a common creed — unbeatable when we are united, one nation under God.

 

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Voting Your Interests

So thinks a liberal Democrat friend of mine who told this story to bolster her point.  She has family in Borough Park, Brooklyn, and at a lunch, or a meeting, or something, one of her relatives got into a discussion about the welfare state.  Turns out that virtually every one of the people he was talking to: 1) were voting Republican because they’re against the welfare state, and 2) are on Section 8 assistance.  Her point was that the Republicans were “geniuses” for getting the lower-middle class, virtually all of whom are on some sort of government assistance, to, in her words, “vote against their interests.”

That’s true, if you believe that “their interests” constitute continuing dependence on the government.  If you go with the fixed-size-pie vision of the world, then this might make some sense.  But in reality, it’s yet another reason for the Republicans to focus on growth, at the same time we’re trying to cut spending and deal with entitlements.  The two programs are complementary: cutting the size of government in the right places will boost economic growth, lifting more people out of poverty.

 

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Transformation

So this is what Spring in the midwest is like.

Or rather, was like.

When I flew back in after Passover, two weeks ago, almost all of the trees were still leafless, although a few of the shrubs has started to wake up a little bit.  Then – whooomph! – inside of 10 days, everything went green, all at once. The trees had leaves, and most of them had full heads of hair, not little bits and pieces of foliage peeking through.  The magnolias, dogwood, plums, crabapples, all bloomed.  The lilacs were out.  It was still coolish driving into work, and while it was a little hot for the 5-mile Shabbat walk along the Big Papio Trail, overall, still pleasant.

Sunday night, Summer showed up.  When I drove into work at 8:30, someone had forgotten to turn off the burner, and it was humid enough that I was almost to turn on the car, lest the air intake get flooded.  Today: 97.  I know, I know.  I was also the one complaining that it took 2 weeks for the temperature to break freezing when I moved out here four months ago.  No pleasing some people.

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Last Days of Passover

Sounds apocalyptic, no?  Well, it’s just that Passover has non-work days at the beginning and at the end, so I won’t be posting Monday, or Tuesday during the day.

See you on the other side.

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