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Ain’t coming back

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 30, 2008

Chrysler reports that it’s shutting down minivan production. “Foreman said, ‘These jobs are goin’, boys, and they ain’t comin’ back … to your hometown.” Bruce was right then, and he’d be right to say it now, too, but not for the reasons he thinks.

It’s not because of free trade, or even because folks in other countries are willing to be exploited. It’s not because of gasoline prices or awful automotive design and engineering. It’s not because of a general economic decline.

Those jobs are going, boys, because the structure of American automobile labor arrangements is hopeless — even for the private equity boys who bought Chrysler. Or, maybe, precisely for the private equity boys, who watch dollars and understand what they do better than millions of public shareholders.

They’re watching dollars go into hopelessly out of date union seniority rules, health plans, pensions — the kind of benefits that few credentialed professionals can hope for, much less semi-skilled auto plant labor. And them dollars, boys, they ain’t coming back.

Gas prices will fall, and a lot, in the next year. American cars will continue to get better and better. American factories will continue to put out very good products in the industries in which they’re competitive.

But unless and until the United Auto Workers fundamentally changes itself into something that is culturally, historically and politically it never has been, is not, and probably never can be, they ain’t comin’ back.

Cross-posted on Right Wing News.

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The last time, as parody

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 30, 2008

I don’t go to the movies. Long story; I don’t. And we don’t have a TV. So I don’t usually know what’s going on Hollywood wise until I travel on business. Then I put on the (free) TV while eating my peanut butter sandwiches in my hotel room and maybe catch up with a few pieces of some movies.

Long story short, I’m in Phoenix again in a nicely chilled room at the Hyatt, and there on HBO is a Elliott Gould, the subject of one of the first posts on this blog, doing the worst Borscht Belt version of a Mayer Lansky I have ever seen. “Reuben Tishkoff.” (In the pic at left he’s doing a Swifty Lazar turn. Groan.)

I am sure he was thinking it would be fun to go over the top with this, but need we be reminded that Elliott — as I was in that post — already pushed this with his appearances on “Friends”? Really, if Hollywood weren’t run by the Jews you could get Abe Foxman to put out a press release over group libel like this.

Just saying. This was painful, and Reuben’s vaudevillian heart attack right at the beginning turn left me pretty ambivalent. Didn’t exactly inspire me to stay up and watch the movie. It was late and I was three hours behind the game anyway. And don’t even mention Continental Airlines.

It wasn’t what I needed at 11 PM in Phoenix, you know, feeling like the only… “Easterner”… on the street.

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The family secret

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 25, 2008

Maniakes writes, on Dean’s World:

You keep using that word [– atheism]. I do not think it means what you think it means.

As he demonstrates, according to a report a meaningful percentage of self-described atheists admit they really believe in God.

That’s the ones who admit it.

It’s just socially cooler in a lot of places to claim to be an atheist than to say either, “I don’t know” or “God, yeah, but religion I can’t buy into.”  Yes, even the latter; once you admit there’s a God , there’s no end to the thing.

No end to it at all!

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Past Present Future

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 24, 2008



Past Present Future

Originally uploaded by Ron Coleman

Who are you to say?

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Search on for homely, unkempt receptionists who don’t eat

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 24, 2008

“Asking for Coffee Not Grounds for Sex Harassment Suit”:

[Judge Berle M. ] Schiller found that plaintiff Tamara Klopfenstein failed to allege even a prima facie case of sex discrimination because she cannot show that she was treated differently from any “similarly situated” male employees since there was only one receptionist in the office and the job had always been held by a woman. . . .

Plaintiffs attorneys . . . said in an interview that they intend to appeal the ruling, and that Schiller erred by failing to recognize that some tasks are “inherently more Immaculate receptionoffensive to women.”

Not that there’s anything circular about that. If the plaintiff were to win such an appeal, it would amount to a ruling that by virtue of a job usually being done by women, it is inherently offensive to ask women to do it.

Such a ruling would surely do wonders for women’s employment prospects. Did President Clinton have any idea a person who would pass up the opportunity to craft such a doctrine was his nominee for this federal judgeship back in 2000? When are we going to break free of these sexist chains? Man, just wait till the next time someone asks me to move a refrigerator.

And it wasn’t just the coffee that stained Klopfenstein’s experience at this shop:

According to court papers, Klopfenstein worked for six weeks as a part-time receptionist and data entry clerk. In her suit, she claims that the office environment was tinged with sexism from the very beginning when a vice president of the company made a note after her initial interview that she “looks nice, dresses well.”

Well, who would want that in a receptionist?

After just a few weeks on the job, Klopfenstein claims that a male co-worker invited her to lunch in an e-mail that said “I feel bad you have been working here for a couple of weeks and we haven’t gotten to know each other yet.”

In her deposition, Klopfenstein testified that she found the invitation “very offensive” because “there is no reason why a man and a woman should go out to lunch together without any other party around. To me that’s a date.”

Being asked to lunch — “very offensive” indeed! And the guy actually was going to make everyone else leave the restaurant! Please, do we have to connect the dots?! Yet the law would not take notice.

Okay, I know what you’re wondering, but you’re afraid to ask. Given all this offensiveness and tingeing, I can hardly blame you, but I’m here to bring it all on home. What you want to know is: Judge Berle M. Schiller… uh, what kind of name is that? “Berle”?

It’s a boy’s name. (Hat tip to Overlawyered.)

UPDATE:  Similar thinking from Classical Values (via Glenn).

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Get some sleep. For my sake!

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 23, 2008

No surprise here:  “Sleep deprivation disconnects the emotional brain”:

Disturbed sleep patterns feature in a range of psychiatric disorders, many of which fall under the DSM’s mood disorder category. A recent paper by Yoo et al (2007) suggests that sleep deprivation itself can produce abnormal affective processing. In other words, sleep disturbances may be a cause as well as a symptom in conditions such as depression.

Thank Yoo very much, but anyone who’s lived in the world much knows this, right?

Good night.

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Seven words he’ll never say again

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 23, 2008

George Carlin died today. He was 71. Carlin was a true original, one of the few comics who actually got people to think about some things in new ways, and — unlike, say Mort Sahl — managing to stay funny while doing so over the course of a generation.

But his humor was angry, and his hippy-dippy outlook, cute in the early 70’s, curdled into a know-nothing angry leftism of the “they own all of you, we’re all tools in the System, man” variety.  (You know – the System that made him very, very comfortable despite his harsh criticism of it.)  He was ultimately only a comedian, and hence his bleak “social criticisms” were seldom better enunciated than the facile juxtapositions found in editorial cartoons. But as a vanguard of envelope-pushing in the realm of new levels of public indelicacy he was regarded as a sage, a modern-day Twain, by would-be culture critics of the Don Imus rank.

Now he’s dead.

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Attention counsel — man your ambulances

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 22, 2008

A high-achieving but highly stressed type-A overweight middle-age man drops dead from a massive heart attack in his place of work — so it must be someone else’s fault!

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At least they got the “spinning” part right

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 22, 2008

The Associated Press is getting the vapors, and says it’s all “spinning out of control”:

Midwestern levees are bursting. Polar bears are adrift. Gas prices are skyrocketing. Home values are abysmal. Air fares, college tuition and health care border on unaffordable. Wars without end rage in Iraq, Afghanistan and against terrorism.

Horatio Alger, twist in your grave.

The can-do, bootstrap approach embedded in the American psyche is under assault. Eroding it is a dour powerlessness that is chipping away at the country’s sturdy conviction that destiny can be commanded with sheer courage and perseverance.

Wow, is that what it is? Dour powerlessness? Not merely power dowerlessness?

I can certainly understand why certain things seem to the AP to be “spinning out of control” and why the AP, in particular, feels increasingly “powerless.”

On the other hand, maybe here I am making a mistake similar to the one being made by the AP. That obsolescing fossil is unable to understand a changing world. It is experiencing discomfort over an unprecedented amount of “noise” about that world in the form of the information explosion that it historically has managed. AP describes this vertigo as American “powerlessness,” even though more Americans have more control over their personal material circumstances today than ever before — despite the constant drumbeat of left-wing wags to the contrary.

But my mistake would be to assume that the AP is confused, when it could merely be the case that it publishing incoherent, poorly-reasoned, jejune high-school-yearbook-essay ramblings as “journalism.” It could just be that just as the AP is erroneously calling “the new powerlessness” what is merely just more information, and more dimestore analysis, being available about that big bad world of ours than ever, I am erroneously describing as MSM culture shock what is just really dumb writing. (Hat tip to Jane Coleman.)

Cross-posted on Right Wing News.

UPDATE: Disasters: Foe or menace?  (Hat tip Glenn Reynolds.)

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Sharing the love

Posted by Ron Coleman on June 20, 2008

I love reading really harsh performing arts criticism, at least when it’s directed at highly-paid professionals.  (It’s hardly ever appropriate to eighth grade choirs, wouldn’t you agree?)  Why did Frank Rich ever agree to give up his perch as the unchallenged Butcher of Broadway to become another eminently forgettable, unremarkable liberal mediocrity on the Times‘s op-ed page?  Sure, we all want to sit at the grownups’ table (that’s why we swung this blog out from the IP blog, after all, right?), but if anyone was in a position to know the Jerry Lewis Story, you’d think it would have been Rich. He’s still alive, right?  (Very big in France, maybe?)

I digress.  Just read this lede by Dana Stevens in Slate, then go get something to eat and put up your feet before clicking the link to take in the rest:

There are good movies. There are bad movies. There are movies so bad they’re good (though, strangely, not the reverse). And once in a while there is a movie so bad that it takes you to a place beyond good and evil and abandons you there, shivering and alone.

The movie?  Mike Myers’s “The Love Guru.”  Myers is a talented guy, too, and hardly guilty of taking himself too seriously.  He knows he’s a clown.  But he seems to have reached that Edddie Murphy-like point where he has no one around him to tell him … to just tell him.

So Dana’s going to tell him.

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