Monday, October 17, 2022

Who are you calling Fascist?

 


Can you smell that stuff you shovelling?

Fascist is one of the modern buzz words, bandied about by folks who have no real arguments, but realise that simply pinning the fascist label on your political opponents is better than doing nothing at all. And often works.


It’s easy to see why.


Definition of fascism


often capitalized : a political philosophy, movement, or regime (such as that of the Fascisti) that exalts nation and often race above the individual and that stands for a centralized autocratic government headed by a dictatorial leader, severe economic and social regimentation, and forcible suppression of opposition.


Needless to say, fascism has a bad track-record and an even worse reputation and press. If anyone cares to lump themselves in with Hitler and Benito Mussolini, go right ahead, it profits you not. Therefore calling someone or their ideas fascist has great appeal. Apart from being a cheap-shot: it ensures that everyone knows exactly where you stand on an issue. The imprecision we’ll leave for the moment.


A quick look at the ubiquitous Google will bring up a surprising list of countries with some fascist elements either now or historically, including the UK and the USA. The usual suspects are, of course, there: Italy, Nazi Germany and Spain. Add Romania, Greece Montenegro, France, Hungary and Norway to the list and the picture is more complete.


The current government of the UK with its central autocratic government bent of using immigrants to shoulder the blame for the mess that Brexit has mired the UK economy in easily fits the classic definition of fascist. The USA in WWII with it’s forced removal of its own citizens (of Japanese descent) and FDR’s attempt to pack the Supreme Court so as to pass socialist New Deal measures sure smells like fascist to me!


As shorthand for evil, ill-begotten, brainless, smelly rats, Fascist had a lot of attraction as a label for your political opponent. It’s short, catchy and sufficiently obtuse and imprecise so that you don’t actually have to deal with the substance of an argument, just label it fascist and move on. Very attractive to real fascists who never actually want to engage in an argument based on facts. Why would they?


Just sling the fascist label on you opponents and be done with it! Sounds like Trumpism neatly described. If the policies of Donald Trump aren’t a classic definition of fascist ( blame the immigrants, be a dictator, usurp the political process, and suppress the opposition with lies, falsehoods and general BS) then I don’t know what else to call them?

Tuesday, September 06, 2022

Chiefs Prospects 2022-3

Tribe Rocks Again!

Football is right around the corner.  As usual, the prelude is the release of the 53 man roster for the tribe’s assault on yet another division title and Super Bowl.

Time to look at who is in and who is not.

Offence

QB’s   Patrick Mahomes, Chad Henne, Shane Buechele

Buechele is the sleeper here.  The Chiefs usually only keep two QB’s but they are keeping three this season: they really like Buechele!  Question is, is it not then time to let Henne go?  Maybe!

Running Backs:  CEH, Jerick McKinnon, Isiah Pacheco, Ronald Jones.

Pacheco is the real surprise here: is he really that good? Our fingers are crossed for a real steal!

Full Back:  Michael Burton

Big Red loves a full back and Burton is the man!  Why?  They like a lead blocker on some running plays and he catches the ball when asked to. Nuff said?

Wide Receivers:  Juju, MVS, Hardman, Skyy Moore, Justin Watson

Is five enough as both Juju and MVS have had real injury concerns in the past?  Look for Hardman and Moore to have real big seasons!

Tight Ends:  Kelce, Fortson, Gray, Blake Bell

I see the Chiefs playing a lot of three tight-end sets in an effort to get the running game going – especially early in the season.  Bell starts the season on IR.  Fortson may be the player of the season!

O-line:  Brown, Thuney, Humphrey, Smith, Wylie (that’s the starters left to right) Christian, Allegretti Prince Tega, Kinnard are the back-ups.

Is there enough depth? Is Wylie a good enough right tackle? If this bunch can generate a run game and protect Mahomes then Chiefs will again be a real force in the AFC.

Defence

Tackles:  Jones, Nnadi, Wharton, Saunders

Thin, but if they stay healthy they can be a real rock to build on.

Ends:  Clark, Karlaftis, Dunlap, Danna

Chiefs are putting the rookie in a tough spot!  How well will he hold up?

Line-backers:  Bolton, Gay, Elijah Lee, Chenal

Problems! Problems!  Is this group good enough?  I doubt it!

Cornerbacks:  Sneed, Fenton, McDuffie (rookie) Williams, Watson and Lammons

I think this will be the Chiefs Achilles heel on defence.

Safeties:  Thornhill, Reid, Bryan Cook,  Deon Bush

Three specialists: Buttkicker, Townsend, and Winchester.

In addition, 14 players have been signed to the practice squad.

Summing up: the Chiefs are in the Super Bowl window and despite trading Hill to the Dolphins are well-equipped to mount another challenge.  The AFC West competition will be better: Chargers look better, Raider may surprise a few folks, and the Broncos are the Broncos despite getting Russel Wilson to take the snaps.  I still expect the Chiefs to take care of business in the West.  But, I’m not as confident as I was last year!

Why? Simple. Defence!  You may remember we had the Bengals on the ropes last year and the defence could not finish the job!  Will this bunch be much better?  I’m just not convinced!

And the rest of the AFC West has loaded up.  The Chargers will be better the Raider will be better and the vibes coming from Denver are positive.  The Chief’s stroll through the West may not be as easy as it had been.  However, what doesn’t kill you often makes you stronger!
 

Thursday, June 09, 2022

Skinny Bobby Harper

Amor omnia vincit 

I was searching for items to add to my series of reminisces about the Old Man when I had a flashback to the sixties and WDAF radio in Kansas City. They had a DJ called Skinny Bobby Harper who, as the Aussies say, was as mad as a cut snake. (Mad here means crazy in Aussie-speak)


https://www.legacy.com/us/obituaries/atlanta/name/-skinny-bobby-harper-obituary?pid=1183696


He was famous for doing crazy things on the radio. I can vividly remember one day when he got Buckingham Palace on the phone and demanded to speak to the Queen as it was her birthday. He failed, but his witty attempts to get the English operator to put him through had the entire community of Kansas City in stitches.


Sometime in the mid to late 60’s he organised a 50 mile walk in aid of some charity. The plan was to walk from Higginsville, Mo. to the Radio station in KC., a distance of about 50 miles if you follow the old Route 40 which was the main drag before the Interstate highway system was built and Interstate 70 became the most travelled and direct route between the two.


For some unknown reason me and some buddies (including Larry Stoner at least) decided we would do this walk. We were young, fit and remarkably stupid. So, we thought this would be a doddle.


Skinny Bobby had arranged this fiasco so that the walk started at about 23:00, his thinking was, I believe, that the walkers would get to KC proper in the morning when he was on the radio. Good plan.


50 miles in 9 hours would be about achievable at about 5 m.p.h. - a good brisk walking pace; so, we were supremely confident that we could do it and achieve some, yeah even small, notoriety at least. Maybe get interviewed on the radio or make the Independence Examiner as a human interest story.


Firstly, we had to get to Higginsville for the start of the walk. There would be no point in driving there and leaving a car by the side of the road cause we’d just have to go back and collect it later (if it managed to survive without vandals having their evil way with it) Somehow, I managed to persuade my OM to drive us to the start and leave us there.


It was an easy drive; this I know as we had driven there many times in our illustrious Go-kart racing days. There was a good dirt track in Higginsville where I won many races. From Independence it is about 38 miles. Takes about 40 minutes the way the OM drove.


Off we went and were duly deposited at the intersection of US 40 and Missouri 13 full of youthful anticipation and verve. The OM returned home; I think he had to work the next day, but it may have been a Saturday and so he had the next day off. He’s not here to ask and I doubt anyone else will remember?


At the appointed hour we set off. Such was the organisation of this epic road trip we kinda assumed there would be “marshals” there to see us off and log our progress. We were fools. There were only a couple of people around and so without further adieu we just set off.


A word about the weather; I think it was late spring; but again I may be way out. My best recollection is that it was cool, especially at 11’oclock at night but it wasn’t cold. It was dark. We didn’t walk on the road. In those halcyon days of almost no traffic, there were large trucks that whizzed by every so often and a few cars. We walked on the left side of the road and 10 to 15 feet off it. (We were not entirely stupid; as we realised walking facing the on-coming traffic was preferable to having a 50 ton semi truck smack into the back of you - like all young folks we were invincible of course - or so we thought.)


After about an hour’s walking we had slowed considerably. We became aware that it was getting cold and we were thirsty. On reflection I would like to think that we came prepared with such things as food and water, but in truth I can’t remember. I suspect not.


We were smart enough to realise that we were falling seriously behind schedule. We plodded on. Cresting a hill (US 40 was unlike an Interstate as it was quite full of small rises) we saw the dim lights of Odessa Missouri in the distance.


Despondency at our foolishness had set in big time. The realisation that we had bit off much more than an Apatosaurus could chew dawned - even though the real dawn seemed a life-time away. Our pace slowed as our hearts sank with the realisation that we were not going to walk to KC and receive the cheers and glory. We might, just might, make Odessa Missouri with sore feet and in a sour mood with the bitter taste of defeat in our mouths instead of food or a drink. At that time of night, it was well past midnight by then; Odessa, still a few miles distant; was dead, no lights anywhere and not a sign of life. No welcoming crowds, no cheering compadres, no sign of liquid or solid sustenance: in short, no nothing. (Even that double negative fails to convey our mood which was lower than that of the 7th Cavalry at the Little Big Horn) i.e. lower than whale manure!


Nevertheless we trudged on towards a dim light in the distance. It was a gas station. It was closed but with some lights on.


As we reached the forecourt I saw what I thought was the Old Man’s car. I dismissed this as a mirage.


Don’t forget we are talking about a time when mobile phones, indeed almost every modern communication device had yet to be thought of - even less invented. After he had deposited us near Higginsville he just drove off. I got closer. Sitting in the driver’s seat was indeed the OM. He said nothing except “get in”. I firmly expected him to say “You Omadoms have really outdone yourselves this time”, but no, he was silent as he calmly drove us back to Independence.


Loving your parents is considered obligatory, but it is not.


There at that closed gas station in Odessa, Missouri I loved the OM more than I can say.





Tuesday, June 07, 2022

Liars and Other Animals

 

Abraham Lincoln promoted John Pope to be commanding General. Some warned Lincoln that Pope was a habitual liar.


Lincoln replied, "I knew the Popes back in Illinois. They were all liars and braggarts. But I see no reason why a liar and a braggart would not be a good general."


Some unquestionably great political gaffs – like Dan Quale:


On June 15, 1992, Quayle altered 12-year-old student William Figueroa's correct spelling of "potato" to "potatoe" at the Muñoz Rivera Elementary School spelling bee in Trenton, New Jersey. He was the subject of widespread ridicule for his error and spelling also Gerald Ford stumbling down the aircraft steps (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Jsu_qgVuhg). My view is that this is in the same ballpark. Politicians are prone to making themselves look stupid and/or foolish. So are we lesser mortals;but, usually and thankfully there is no-one about to film our peccadilloes.


That said, it is up to the individual to assess the policies of recent Presidents.


Policies of Joe Biden



https://www.brookings.edu/blog/up-front/2022/01/20/an-overview-of-bidens-first-regulatory-year/


https://www.nytimes.com/article/joe-biden-policies.html


https://edition.cnn.com/interactive/2021/politics/biden-executive-orders/


https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/election-us-2020-53575474


Policies of Donald Trump


https://theweek.com/articles/936534/trump-bigger-socialist-than-biden


https://edition.cnn.com/2020/08/30/politics/socialism-trump-democrats-election-2020/index.html


https://trumpwhitehouse.archives.gov/trump-administration-accomplishments/


https://www.charlotteobserver.com/opinion/article248659305.html


https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2020/12/the-things-trump-got-right/617424/


https://www.republicanleader.gov/top-five-accomplishments-of-trump-pence-administration/


https://www.lehighvalleylive.com/opinion/2021/01/trumps-top-10-accomplishments-of-2020-opinion.html


Trying to specify which policies are good for the people of the US is subjective. Even a specimen run at my view as to which policies are good and which are bad for each guy would be superfluous. End of discussion.



I conclude.


There was a profile of Walter Cronkite posted on Facebook praising his very objective style of reporting – common in the 60’s. Here’s the link (https://www.forbes.com/sites/andymeek/2022/04/21/fox-news-channels-sean-hannity-just-broke-a-primetime-cable-news-record/?sh=1140a9cf4f61) to an article explaining Hannity’s self-confessed right-wing bias in his reporting.


In general if you only look at sources which you perceive will agree with you you are missing most of the real world.


Reader, widen you interests and sources, please, you’ll live longer and be happier!

Monday, May 30, 2022

Pennies on the Railway Tracks

 

Pennies on the Railway Tracks 

 

Old copper pennies are easily squashed 

If you lay them on the track when the loco approaches

When they are as mashed as sweet potatoes 

They are almost the same colour as

Old stogies retrieved from the ballast 

Brown, grey and greasy with age and misuse

Can show their grief like discarded detritus 

Three roads congealed in an unctuous wood

Surrounded by discarded rubber tyres 

Slowly decaying and ever so slowly indeed

Becoming the commentary of our lives - our failures

Monday, May 09, 2022

Abortion Crisis

Dred Scott


The U.S Supreme Court is often accused of ducking the issue and/or becoming too political in its judgements. Throughout history when the court decides or is forced to decide on contentious issues there are usually extreme consequences. Many people believe that the Dred Scott case was the single most obvious cause of the Civil War. People opposed to slavery views, quite rightly, the decision as the death knell for a peaceful resolution to this most controversial of issues.


https://www.history.com/topics/black-history/dred-scott-case


It would seem from reports that the Court is again treading into deep water, this time on the issue of abortion.


https://www.history.com/topics/womens-rights/roe-v-wade


This issue has often confused and puzzled me. On a personal level there are two issues. Firstly, is an unborn foetus which without intervention from an outside force would be born a citizen of the U.S. and, if so, are they entitled to the protection the Constitution provides to all citizens? Secondly, does the government, either Federal or State or Local, have the power to enforce any decision based in law on all citizens?


On the first issue: I have always supported the protection of the unborn. My opinion is that at conception a new human life comes into existence and should therefore be protected. On the second issue, I do not believe that any branch of the government has the right to dictate to any citizen what is essentially a private matter. Hopefully, dear reader, you can see the dichotomy here at work.


I elaborate; before you start throwing petrol bombs at my house.


Most of our laws have at their heart the protection the state is due to provide to its citizens. So, legally we are back to Dred Scott.


“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquillity, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity,”


If the unborn is a citizen then abortion is clearly illegal and the Supreme Court is within its juristiction to rule that way under the equal rights provisions of the 14th amendment.


But, if the unborn is not a citizen then the Supreme Court is not entitled to extend any protection to it, same as Dred Scott.


What is supremely interesting here is the line-up on both sides of the debate.


On the one hand we have very conservative Republicans who seem to support the rights of the unborn in calling for abortion reform.and the repeal of Roe v Wade. On the other hand we have Democrats who view this as an infringement of the rights of the individual enshrined in the Constitution and demand that Roe v Wade is upheld in its present form, or something very close to it.


It would be nice to think that there is some room for compromise here. I confess I can see none.


The Republican Platform (from their website)

“Republicans believe in liberty, economic prosperity, preserving American values and traditions, and restoring the American dream for every citizen of this great nation. As a party, we support policies that seek to achieve those goals.

Our platform is centered on stimulating economic growth for all Americans, protecting constitutionally-guaranteed freedoms, ensuring the integrity of our elections, and maintaining our national security. We are working to preserve America's greatness for our children and grandchildren.

The Republican Party's legacy -- we were originally founded in 1854 for the purpose of ending slavery -- compels us to patriotically defend America's values. As the left attempts to destroy what makes America great, the Republican Party is standing in the breach to defend our nation and way of life.”

So, you may wonder, why would Republicans be so against abortion as it seems to be guaranteed by the Constitution as a matter for the states or the people? A very good question.

Could it be that they see this policy as a vote-winner?

It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a political party cut its cloth to fit the stripes it is currently wearing. Is this policy a vote-winner for Republicans?

Personally, I can’t see how.

If the Supreme Court rules that Row v Wade goes, the power to ban or allow abortion then reverts to the states. Some have already said they will enact legislation to enable abortion. Others won't. Some women will be supportive, especially in states that don’t like abortion, say like Texas. But, in those states there will be some women who don’t support a ban. Who will they vote for - surely the Democrats.

Ok, so what about the reverse? States that enact enabling abortion legislation may suffer in so far as women who support the ban stop voting Democrat. Hang on - surely not many women who support an abortion ban currently vote Democrat. Now seldom is there a one issue election, but I fear the Republican party are in danger of making the next one simply about abortion. For the party of Lincoln this could be an absolute disaster!


It was in no small part the Dred Scott decision that pushed the North towards a conflict with the South. Lincoln in particular wanted to ban slavery from the expanding Union and Dred Scott put a nail right through that plan. The Missouri Compromise was dead, and declared dead by the Supreme Court. Now there was no real way to prevent slavery from expanding throughout the Union. With that realisation the Republican Party was formed and the rest, as they say, is history.

History can repeat itself. If the Court rules against Roe v Wade there will be a split not only in Congress but also in the nation.

Is there any way this tragedy can be avoided? The prospects are not good.

https://www.senate.gov/artandhistory/history/minute/The_Caning_of_Senator_Charles_Sumner.htm

The toxic debate and hysteria from both parties is not likely to be quelled easily.

Notwithstanding that there are people with strong views on both sides; there is evidence that the country, whilst divided, has no appetite for a repeal. Perhaps this can be parlayed into some sort of compromise consensus?

On a personal level, I believe that following the traditions of the Republican Party the government has no business interfering in the lives of citizens for some partisan advantage, real or imagined. I do not believe that a government of whatever persuasion should dictate to women what they should do regarding abortion. They can and should provide good health care for all women, good advice about contraception to all women, and good, safe abortion care to all women who wish it.

The Supreme Court might do better in remembering how the Dred Scott decision led in an almost straight line to the most bloody conflict in American History.

Couple that with the lessons of the 18th Amendment ( governments who try to legislate on what is essentially a private moral decision run the risk of mass civil disobedience ). I’m assuming that no one wants that? I fear that is where we may be heading.





Wednesday, April 06, 2022

Clever Porkers

 Killing Pigs


When Gorge Orwell (Eric Blair) sat down to write his masterpiece Animal Farm he brought to the project a lifetime of practical experience of farms and farming.


“Animal Farm might have been consigned to the dusty attics of history long ago had Orwell’s rendering of his animal protagonists not been so on point and credible — the sheep lemming-like, the pigs intelligent and top of the pecking order and the aged donkey, Benjamin, stubborn and knowing.


They are rooted in Orwell’s real farming experiences and they demonstrate his profound and deep-seated understanding of animal character traits, behaviour and husbandry requirements. ‘Major was already ensconced on his bed of straw… He was twelve years old and had lately grown rather stout, but he was still a majestic-looking pig, with a wise and benevolent appearance in spite of the fact that his tushes had never been cut,’ Orwell writes with a farmer’s knowledge at the beginning of the book.


‘My father was very observant of everything, and would quite quickly absorb the various characteristics of farm animals and subsequently pigeonhole them in his mind as to how clever or not they appeared to be,’ reflects Richard Blair, the son Orwell (real name Eric Arthur Blair) adopted aged three weeks in 1944, with his wife, Eileen.


‘I guess in Animal Farm, he started with the pigs and placed the animals in descending order as he saw them.’


Therefore it is not surprising that he gave to the pigs the top of the pecking order; as it firmly followed what he already knew – pigs are by far and away the cleverest animals on the farm.


Back in the day I used to sometimes help out on the farm belonging to the Hall family.  You gain an impressive understanding of animals, particularly farm animals by what used to be called O.J.T. – on the job training.


I sat on a tractor one day when I noticed a sow pig sauntering across the back forty toward a field of excellent corn, almost ready to be harvested.  Now I know this was not allowed and so did the pig.  In fact Pa Hall had strategically placed some barbed wire around the corn field so that no animals would get in there and ruin the crop.


He forgot to tell the pigs.


And, what’s worse, he forgot that pigs are smart – very smart. 


I kept thinking as I watched the sow head towards the corn, “She’ll never get past the barbed wire!”


There was a tree which formed part of the field boundary and it was misshapen.  It rose about three feet upwards and then split to form two branches before it continued skyward.  There was no barbed wire between the  two branches at the three foot level, the space was up off the ground and not very large so no wire has been strung there.  A very false economy as it happens!


I watched the old sow as she approached the gap and stood there looking at it.  Knowing that pigs are smart, I expected that she would see that she could not gain access to the corn, turn around and head back.


What happened next amazed me.  


She calmly walked back about 50 feet towards the farm yard, turned and charged the barbed wire.  And I mean charged.  Pigs can run surprisingly fast when they want to.  I was convinced that I was witnessing the very first kamikaze pig.  When she was about three feet from the tree that had no barbed wire in the very small gap, she launched herself right at it.  She was, of course, too fat to squeeze through the gap, but she did manage to wedge herself between the two branches.  I watched in amazement as she began to wriggle from left to right.  With increasing vigour she wriggled away for at least 15 minutes and with each wriggle she advanced ever so slightly through the gap; until at last she managed, after one almighty wriggle, to plop gently on the other side and began to feast on the corn.


Clearly she had done this before.  She was in no hurry.


I would have liked to stick around to see her get back to the farm, but I was honour bound to tell Pa Hall the story and let him make of it what he will.  I duly reported the events and although I’m not entirely sure he believed me eventually he just shrugged his shoulders and muttered damn pig!


Before I leave he old sow perplexing the humans, I must mention a story I often told to school children – as long as they were over the age of 13.  


Now, conventional wisdom has it that whilst pigs are quite clever; they are not intuitively so.  I disagree.


One of the least pleasant jobs on the farm, aside from slaughtering the cows, was castrating the male piglets.  They are often called shoats after they have been weaned.


First you have to round up all the young male pigs and corner them in the barn.  At this stage they are usually quite calm and curious about their new surroundings.  You manage to grab one of the little critters and whilst sitting on a stool you place the piglet between your knees with his bottom side up.  By this stage the piglet is screaming blue murder, but it clearly doesn’t know why – nor do the others. Next you take your single-edged razor blade and swiftly and deftly remove the pig’s ball bag and spray some disinfectant on the wound. Now he let’s out an unheard of scream, unlike anything heard before.

Immediately, all the other piglets scream and start running around looking for a way out. 


This special scream obviously means in Porcinesque “Help, they have just cut my balls off!”  How else would the others know exactly what’s coming?


The moral: pigs are smart and can communicate with each other.  Perhaps when we kill ourselves and despoil the planet through war or disease Orwell’s vision may come true – pigs rule!

Monday, March 28, 2022

Biden v Trump

 

Sleep Joe v Pussy Grabber


We flatter ourselves that we know and/or understand the folks who have been elected to represent us. In the end; they become caricatures based, usually, on our prejudices and expectations. Still the idea that we know them persists. This is a very human frailty. We are at heart a tribal species and research shows us that, at most, we “connect” with about 150 people. On the very personal level this number is much smaller with family, close relatives and friends and work-related members dominating.


The Rule of 150 was coined by British Anthropologist, Robin Dunbar, and is defined as the “suggested cognitive limit to the number of people with whom one can maintain stable social relationships and thus numbers larger than this generally require more restrictive rules, laws, and enforced norms …


This is fine until we get to, “Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. '' In the USA and the UK to give two examples with many millions of voters required to give consent to be governed this inevitably leads to a disconnect between the governed and the governors.


We therefore fall back on our prejudices, our shared values, our history, our ethnicity, our religious beliefs and many other fallible sources of context to make our choices about who is to be elected. This in itself is not a problem. The problem comes when we revert to our tribal past to make judgements about how well, or no, the elected leaders are doing. We revert to the tribal past so that we can use what is familiar to us from our own experience to judge the leader’s performance by direct evidence. He did this. He said this. He usurped my property, my mate, or my gods. He is so bad that we need to leave the group and start over. Not only is he a bad guy, but he is a bad guy because I know him. He’s in my circle. I have first hand experience of his bad behaviour or bad judgements; so I vote with my feet and leave and that’s how, in a very large part, we came to populate the entire planet.


Problem here is easy to define. We don’t know Joe Biden, Donald Trump, Boris Johnson or, even say, Vlad Putin, so we have to judge them by what we see or perceive to see what they do and say.


What tools do we have to overcome the inherent disconnect between the voters and the elected? In the past we relied on the media - chiefly the print media - to provide us with details of the policies a government might follow. Nowadays the media has proliferated into realms our political leaders could have once only dreamed of. The media is the message has now become the media is the only message. And the message is almost always about character.


In the 1980’s I was fond of what I called the next-door neighbour test. Imagine the house next door was sold to (in those days) Margaret Thatcher. Can you imagine living next to Maggie? You’re in your garden and there she is looking over at your undies on the washing line and tut-tut ing! Nightmare! (incidentally, in those days despite the fact that she won a slew of elections you could never find anyone who would admit to voting for her) So who passes the Maggie Test today? Joe Biden? Not likely. Vlad the Putin – never. Bonking Boris? He wins in and landslide. He’s inviting you round for drinks or he’s in the local pub buying everybody a drink! Boris wins hands down.


The transition of news from print, television and radio to digital spaces has caused huge disruptions in the traditional news industry, especially the print news industry. It is also reflected in the ways individual Americans say they are getting their news. A large majority of Americans get news at least sometimes from digital devices, according to a Pew Research Center survey conducted Aug. 31-Sept. 7, 2020.


The days of FDR’s fireside chats and the Presidential news conference are largely gone.


Even the “great communicator” Ronald Reagan would find it difficult today. Poor old Tricky Dick lost the 1960 election, chiefly because the voters judged him hot, sweaty and flustered at the debate with Kennedy.


This transition is not in itself a bad thing. A multiplicity of news from a variety of sources could be a good thing, but only if John Q Public is diligent enough to evaluate not just the news but also the source. There is little evidence that this is happening. The result is folks see something on their news feed and just accept it, particularly if it reinforces their prejudices.


Personally, if I see that a “story” is from Fox News, or the New York Times I tend to gloss over it, admittedly for completely different reasons, but gloss nevertheless. I regret that most folks are not so discerning. Even more worrying is the tendency for folks to stick to the media outlet that most agrees with their already-formed prejudices. This is bad for democracy.



A fairly simple example:


The claim: Thomas Jefferson said giving to those who are not willing to work endangers democracy

A Dec. 16 post to the Facebook page for Save Southern Heritage and History includes a statement about democracy allegedly written by Founding Father Thomas Jefferson.

"The democracy will cease to exist when you take away from those who are willing to work and give to those who would not," says the quote, which is credited to the nation's third president in a meme.

Save Southern Heritage and History is a society and cultural website that also posts conservative news and patriotic memes, according to its Facebook profile page.

USA TODAY reached out to the group for comment.

The statement has recent origins and has not been found in Jefferson's catalog of writings.

I’m sure that “quotations” from liberal sources which purport to “prove” that GW Bush was/is a racist or that Trump supported Vlad the Putin through thick and thin could also be easily found.

We have, as a society, lost the art of critical thinking. We are not questioning either our leaders or our news sources. We are allowing falsehoods to profligate with impunity.

More recently from CNN

https://edition.cnn.com/2021/01/16/politics/fact-check-dale-top-15-donald-trump-lies/index.html

Lest we think that only one party/individual can play fast and loose with the truth:

https://www.politifact.com/factchecks/2021/jun/25/joe-biden/joe-biden-gets-history-wrong-second-amendment-limi/



So, what are we to take from the lack of trustworthiness in our political leaders?

Some folks may conclude that voting is just a waste of time. Some may conclude that all politicians are alike and completely untrustworthy. Some may be moved to grab a banner and march for their chosen person/cause. Some may conclude that only violence is able to effect real change and grab a gun!

I found this from Neil Fleming, whoever he is?

Do British people view the USA as a legendary country?

Absolutely. There’s lots of things you excel at and are world leaders among developed nations.

Your lack of healthcare, dreadful employment laws, endemic racism, lack of gun control, lack of social care, regular mass shootings, lunatic creationists, conspiracy nuts, lack of paid vacation time, expecting people to work for tips rather than a decent wage. Out of control trigger- happy police. Ludicrously jingoistic warmongering attitudes. A fear of anything mildly liberal. Terrible food standards. The death penalty. An utterly corrupt political system.

And all the gun toting, right wing, bible thumping republicans who think all of the above is acceptable.

This theme is not just historical: It was reported on 5 April that Matteo Salvini, leader of Italy’s League Party (formerly the Northern League) and the country’s controversial deputy prime minister, has invited leaders of other European radical right parties to a conference in Milan, scheduled for 8 April. Salvini’s aim, according to the Guardian, is to create a bloc of right-wing populists which extends beyond the Europe of Nations and Freedom group in the European Parliament. With 36 seats, ENF is the smallest grouping in the parliament and Salvini is clearly aiming to create something grander.

What are his chances of success? Perhaps his biggest prize would be to attract Viktor Orbán, Hungary’s far-right prime minister, who has (still) not been ejected from the centre-right European People’s Party grouping in the European Parliament, despite having been censored for his attempts to push Hungary in an authoritarian direction (or as he styles it, ‘illiberal democracy’).

Although Germany’s Alternative für Deutschland (AfD) has confirmed it is sending a representative, Marine Le Pen of France’s National Front has said she will not be attending. Le Pen herself hosted a similar meeting in Nice in 2018, at which Geert Wilders from the Dutch Party for Freedom and several other influential radical right speakers were present, an event which indicated how hard it has been to create a pan-European radical right bloc.

Glorifying the nation

This should not surprise us. At the root of radical right ideology is a glorification of the nation, a narrative of exceptionalism and superiority that inevitably puts like-minded nationalists from different countries at odds with one another. It is one thing to drive across a European border to a secret location to attend a blood and honour gig; creating a fully collaborative pan-European radical right quite another challenge.

As David Barnes recently wrote, narratives of European civilization have been both common and hard to sustain; Oswald Mosley’s post-World War II argument in favour of ‘Europe – A Nation’, which shares many similarities with today’s anti-immigrant discourses promoted by the likes of Salvini, found few takers, despite the fact that a notion of Europe having a homogeneous racial and cultural background was widely held across the continent’s radical right movements.

Besides, in today’s Europe, when some radical right leaders such as Salvini praise the Russians and share the Kremlin’s desire to destabilise the European Union, others, such as Poland’s JarosÅ‚aw KaczyÅ„ski and the Law and Justice Party – despite sharing Salvini’s aim to break the ‘Germany-France axis’ in Europe – come from a very different perspective, that of Poland’s traditional suspicion of Russia.

And where some, such as Geert Wilders and, to some extent, his new rival Thierry Baudet of the Forum for Democracy – whose penchant for highfalutin verbiage has already become notorious – talk of defending European freedom in the face of a supposed Islamist advance, others, such as Orbán and Le Pen, are more socially conservative.

Even if Europe’s radical right leaders share certain fundamental ideas, however, such as a belief in the need to defend the ‘white race’, a hatred of Islam, a desire to stop immigration, and a basic ultra-nationalist position, it is hard to see how the clash of nationalisms that conferences such as Salvini’s will expose can survive the experience.

Indeed, we have been here before. During the interwar period, attempts to create a ‘fascist international’ were set in motion on several occasions. Historians who have recently conducted research into ‘transnational fascism’ – such as Federico Finchelstein, Aristotle Kallis or Arnd Bauerkämper – have shown the extent to which fascist ideas and personnel criss-crossed the continent of Europe and beyond (to the Americas, for example), so that fascist ideology and practice were often shared.

Examples might be fascist aesthetics, racial ideology, or training camps. Fascist leaders such as Mosley or Coreneliu Codreanu were inspired by and devoted to Mussolini. And Fascist Italy and Nazi Germany established an uneasy alliance. But the analysis can only take us so far, before it becomes clear that such collaborations might have been set in motion but could not be sustained, as the different groups with their rival nationalisms ran aground on the rocks of mutual suspicion.

Finding alternative idea-mongers in Europe is less easy. Traditional left wing parties in the UK and on the continent are, despite the fear generated by conservatives, are definitely in retreat. More right-wing parties are on the up.

Take, for example, Bonking Boris and the British Conservative Party. Despite the left-wing rant from Neil Fleming, the UK public like Boris and his policies. The voted for him in droves at the last election and in spite of his recent problems with Party-gate they still generally support his government. This may change with the resolution of the Ukraine conflict, but there are no guarantees.

It is interesting to note that many political leaders have managed to survive scandals. Ronnie Reagan springs to mind. When push comes to shove it seems the voters will forgive peccadilloes and poor judgement calls far easier than the commentariat.

Perhaps the most glaring obfuscation here is the old adage: I hate to be an I Told You So. Actually, we all love to be an I told you so. We are never happier than when we are sure that we have the inside track on our fellow man, have the winning combination at the gambling tables, have all the answers whilst others are scrabbling around in the dark, have cracked the code whilst others are just dim-witted morons.

I conclusion: the incessant labelling as either right or left wing ideas and policies has very little effect on the average voter. It does tend to consolidate the support for leaders who need a secure base from which to launch a bid for political power. It encourages a volume of poor thinking from both sides. It adds nothing to political debate. It encourages the kind of mental agility that Dr Paul Joseph Goebbels  would have been very proud of indeed.















Sunday, March 27, 2022

Mattthew Syed - Sunday Times

From the Sunday Times 27 March 22

Our democracy is chaotic, shrill and utterly terrifying to autocrats


"I tuned in to Question Time (BBC One) on Thursday evening after a long hiatus during which I haven’t felt any inclination to watch. Over the years, the programme has become more shallow, less willing to discuss complex issues and, with five guests rather than four, more shouty. People tend to hector more to get their points across, and as a consequence one learns precious little.


As I watched, though, I became intrigued. It wasn’t the content of the debate that struck me so much as its tone. The panellists slated the government on the economy, the cost-of-living crisis, the response to the Ukrainian refugee disaster and workers’ rights. Words such as “risible”, “disgusting” and “shameful” were common, and that was just in the first ten minutes. At times the hostility was volcanic, and the live audience roared along.


But, perhaps because I have recently returned from Poland, where the ideals of liberalism are still being cemented (and in some cases contested), I found myself watching the programme through an entirely different lens. Normally I would have been rather dejected by the hostility and rancour. Instead I was marvelling at the system we call democracy. Strange though this may sound, I am not sure it has ever looked so alluring.


I mean, how on earth does our system survive this kind of bitterness? This is the miracle that Vladimir Putin and Xi Jinping are, perhaps more than anything else, intimidated by. All that anger, all that freedom to express it, all that potential to spill over into violence, and yet democracies continue to bumble along. Economic growth in the West since the 18th century remains one of the greatest stories in history, eclipsing anything that has happened in autocratic societies, which have largely copied (or stolen) western technology. Even China is now hitting the middle-income trap.


How they envy what we have here. How they resent the way all this chaos can be channelled into so much creativity and dynamism. How they wish they could undermine the miracle of co-operative competition, something they haven’t yet come close to matching. And how they puzzle over the invisible thread that runs from the ideas of the ancient Greeks through those of the Enlightenment thinker John Locke to the articles drawn up by America’s founding fathers and beyond.


I mention this, too, because Joe Biden was quite right to state on Friday that the world faces a choice: one between democracy and tyranny. I hope that all of us can now see the risks of the latter more vividly as Putin brainwashes the Russian people through the ruthless control of information while using batons to quell dissent. What is perhaps less well understood is the logic of China’s social credit system, which many western scholars seem to think is some scaled-up version of the ratings system on Uber or Airbnb but which is slowly morphing into the ultimate instrument of oppression.


In one of the social credit schemes individuals are judged on what they buy, what they say and even the friends they have on social media. The Communist Party wants to measure everything so it can determine which individuals are “trustworthy”. Those who say the wrong things, who befriend the wrong people and who are guilty of thought-crime are marked down. Those on the blacklist are already denied air tickets, train tickets and university admission — a trend that is coming to dominate life for 1.3 billion people, perhaps even in their most intimate interactions.


Doesn’t this reveal the stakes of defending our way of life? Last week I watched as Nazanin Zaghari-Ratcliffe tore a strip off the British government for taking so long to secure her release from incarceration at the hands of the criminal clericsy of Iran. I noticed a couple of emails from friends vexed that she had focused her ire on those who had liberated her rather than those who had imprisoned her, but, here again, I couldn’t help marvelling. Here was a free citizen slamming those in power for not doing more, while fearing to call out her persecutors, given what they might yet do to her extended family in Iran. Could there be a more perfect illustration of what we have in democratic societies, and what we must never lose?

The late American novelist David Foster Wallace began a graduation day speech at Kenyon College, Ohio, in 2005 with the following parable: “There are these two young fish swimming along, and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says, ‘Morning, boys. How’s the water?’ And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes, ‘What the hell is water?’”

Wallace’s point is that when you are surrounded by water all your life, you stop noticing it, stop valuing it, perhaps even start taking it for granted. It so permeates your experiences that it becomes a kind of background factor that melts away from everyday observation. As Wallace explained: “The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about.”

Hasn’t this become true of democracy? For so much of the time we are focused on the squalls of everyday interaction — the petty online arguments, the crass sound-bites in parliament, the social media squabbles amplified ad infinitum by banal algorithms that feast on the divisive and sensationalistic — that we have almost stopped noticing the miracles embedded in our way of life: the willingness to rub along despite our differences, to accept the verdict of democratic elections even when we hate the result, to transfer power peacefully to opponents whose views we’ve slated. What the hell is democracy? This is democracy!


It perhaps goes without saying that the strength of democracy across the West has been in retreat over recent years, something that most of us can see all too clearly. But every now and again it is worth celebrating what we have, not least because it provides the impetus to fight for it.

As the writer Melody Beattie puts it: “Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”


@MatthewSyed"



Tuesday, March 15, 2022

Salary Caps

 Association Football

“Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I don’t like that attitude. I can assure them it is much more serious than that.” – Bill Shankly

I try to avoid commenting on Association Football – “football” in the UK and most other places, sometimes called soccer in the US.

But, there is so much BS said and written about it sometimes it’s just unavoidable and moreover necessary.

For example:

From the Eastern Daily Press:

Norwich City's joint majority shareholder Delia Smith has reaffirmed her commitment to the club and said she has no plans to leave.

"We have to always remember that it's called sport.

"Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose and that's how it goes. It's a roller-coaster with more joy than pain."

Ahead of Norwich City's match against Chelsea on Thursday (March 10) evening, the government issued sanctions against the Blues' owner Roman Abramovich amid links to Russia president Vladimir Putin.

In a display of support for Chelsea's Russian owner, travelling fans chanted Mr Abramovich's name in the away end which was met with boos from the City fans - including from Delia herself.

She added: "I was with our crowd and we were booing at the top of our lungs, including me, when Abramovich was mentioned.

"They had a lovely little song which was sang back at them.

"It's interesting because it's been going for nearly 20 years and it's taken a war for it to come to the surface."

Abramovich took over Chelsea in 2003 and his millions have helped propel Chelsea to become one of Europe's elite clubs.

Delia pointed to the Russian owner's takeover of Chelsea 19 years ago and said it "hadn't done football a lot of good".

She said: "If you have multi-million pound players not even playing in the game and sitting on the bench while you have clubs like ours who are self-funding, sport goes out the window.

"It's so unfair."

The situation described by Delia is just completely incomprehensible to NFL fans.  The idea that soccer clubs can act as Delia says seems just stupidly crazy to American football fans!

https://bleacherreport.com/articles/1665623-how-does-the-salary-cap-work-in-the-nfl

The situation has recently been highlighted by the “flight” of  Roman Abramovich – owner of Chelsea FC. Finally, after the Russians declared war on Ukraine; the UK authorities have decided that maybe having Russian oligarchs running Premier League football clubs is not such a great idea.

In order to be deemed a fit and proper person to own a football club a person need to pass a test.

What is the Owners’ and Directors’ Test?

The Owners’ and Directors’ Test outlines requirements that would prohibit an individual from becoming an owner or director of a club. These include criminal convictions for a wide range of offences, a ban by a sporting or professional body, or breaches of certain key football regulations, such as match-fixing.

The test is applied to prospective owners and directors, who are then subject to a review on a seasonal basis. You can read the criteria of the Test in full at Section F of the Premier League Handbook.

I would very much like to be able to read the criteria on this: but, the Premier League Handbook has no index so I can’t find section F!!  Deliberate or am I being a victim of conspiracy theory?

What I can tell you is that Chelsea FC fans are more than a bit upset because their oligarch has been singled out for a ban whist other (probably) just as odious fellows have not. Note Delia’s comment on Chelsea fans and their chants!

Why is this so?

A convincing case can be made that (perhaps Delia exempted) the Premier League is just a convenient way of laundering money which has been gained from either illegal or morally dubious sources.

But, wait a minute!  Last time I heard Roman has said he will sell the club and not ask for the millions he has loaned Chelsea to be repaid!

Are we to really believe that he is happy to give away millions?  Why?

Would it be to avoid any scrutiny of Chelsea FC and how it has operated under his ownership?  Now I’m in full-blown conspiracy theory!

Lest the NFL get off scot-free, we should note that there are plenty of skeletons in the cupboards of the multi-millionaires who own NFL franchises. 

 Congress may be persuaded to investigate some of them. After all, the NFL only operates a salary cap and restrictions on player movements because they did a deal with the government to exempt them from the anti-trust legislation that most American businesses have to abide by.

https://www.city-journal.org/html/bench-nfl-15465.html

There are more than a few cupboards that could not stand opening.

Congress is unlikely, in my view, to investigate as the NFL is the most popular sport in the U.S. - eclipsing baseball (also exempt from legislation, basketball, also exempt and ice hockey – exempt, and also exempt is MLS).

https://www.lawinsport.com/topics/item/how-mls-single-entity-status-works-and-its-relationship-with-antitrust-law 

This has a direct bearing on how the association football is run, financed and organised in the UK and Europe, if not throughout the known world!

The NFL owners, in order to keep producing a product that folks want to watch on TV or go to stadia and pay exorbitant prices for tickets, a beer, a hot dog and various items of team merchandise are quite happy not to have to play players what the market will bear.  It’s just good business and with the government on board it’s a no-brainer.

Why, then does the same thing not apply to soccer?

I believe a lot of it has to do with the respective fans.

NFL fans are dreamy-eyed every March because, thanks in no small part to the salary cap, they believe all 32 teams have a chance to win the Super Bowl. In theory they do.  In practice the bookies are rarely wrong and the odds reflect this.  By contrast, soccer fans are much more realistic and consequently more sanguine about their teams’ chances.  They accept that if their team is not one of the top six (for wins and also for money spent) they are just making up the numbers.  So crazily tribal are they that the foolishness of their situation is lost on them.  Like lions led by donkeys and financed by shady dealers and downright crooks they cheerfully continue to line the coffers of the already obscenely rich.

Any chance this might change?  No.



Monday, March 14, 2022

Summer School Deliquents

 


If I have to lay an egg for my country, I'll do it: Bob Hope


I mostly managed to stay out of trouble during High School. My attendance was good enough and my grades were fine, rather than spectacular.


Some of my friends were not so academically gifted or perhaps just unlucky.


In those long gone days, if you failed to pass certain academic subjects, like English, you were required to attend what was called Summer School to make up for your poor performance during the main school year. Rather than learning a lot, I suspect it was just a sort of punishment meted out to miscreants. Johnnie Temple (known as Triple-Tit Temple, as like Francisco Scaramanga in the Man with the Golden Gun he did indeed have three nipples) and Robert Taylor (known as Towbar) were two such summer school attendees.


Unfortunately, this coincided with a job opportunity via my Old Man (OM).


OM had a great business idea. Already having set the milk business on fire, he decided to branch out into eggs.


In those distant days the milk business was about milk, almost exclusively. It’s true that there was a small freezer in the truck which carried Ice Cream, and sometimes Meyer’s Dairy would have a promotion for (say) fruit drinks.


Usually the OM paid little attention to such efforts to drum up business, but when they started offering prizes to the milkman who shifted the most fruit drink he suddenly became like a demon possessed.


He had the other poor smucks at a disadvantage. Although his round was not necessarily the largest, and he may not have been the greatest salesman; it did have one distinct advantage. The OM had developed such a relationship with some customers that they would more or less let him deliver whatever he wanted to. So, he would load their garages with fruit drink, not charge them for it and thereby win the prize – once it was a portable TV. Then we the contest was over he would denude their garages, slowly, and eventually shift the overstocked drink.


Now,when the OM had an idea usually the whole family was roped in to help. His egg idea consisted of getting a small truck (from who knows where), driving up to an egg farm somewhere near St. Joseph, Missouri as I recall, load it up with eggs and bring them home, which at that time was on 23rd Street in Independence, Mo. The eggs then had to be “candled”. A bright light was shone through the egg to make sure it was OK and fit for human consumption. He loved finding a “double-yoker” which was owing to the random propensity for chickens to produce one.


Now-a-days I suspect candling is done on an industrial scale and perhaps it was then, but the deal he made with the egg producers in St Joe was for wholesale eggs - I expect he got them cheap for it was the Kauffmans who were the labour force for candling.


Sum total: he had eggs to sell.


In theory he could have just put some on his milk truck and sold them as extras, but Meyer’s Dairy were not altogether stupid and he knew they would not allow that.


So, he purchased a beat-up 57 Plymouth station wagon to serve as Egg Delivery Central.

 


Needless to say it was not in such pristine condition as some of the beauties you can find for sale in the net, but it did run.


(aside – it was in the old beat-up Plymouth that I taught Linda Taylor to drive).


All that was required now was a sales force to hawk the eggs and build a recurring round of satisfied egg customers who would buy eggs on a regular basis, say a dozen or two twice a week.


American ingenuity and free enterprise now had one of its finest moments!


My Mom was in charge of recruiting the sales force. She picked me (of course), Johnnie Temple, Robert Taylor and Mousy McMillian.


Because Temple and Taylor were deep in the doghouse of Summer School we had to pick them up from WCHS at about 13:00 before we could go and try to sell any eggs.


Mom drove to WCHS; we picked up the two miscreants and, obviously, before we could sell any eggs we had to eat, so Mom would take us to Maconalds on 24 Hi-way for some lunch. and it’s still there! (11700 US-24, Independence, MO 64054)


We would then go and try to sell eggs. I wish I could remember who decided where to go, but alas I have no idea. The routine was simple. Mom would park up on some suburban street, we would get out armed with a few cartons of eggs and knock on doors, trying to sell them, but more importantly, trying to get folks to sign up for regular egg deliveries.


My salesmanship was poor, so was Towbar’s, Johnnie Temple could sell sand to the Arabs and Mousey wasn’t completely hopeless. Temple, in particular, saw this as an opportunity to meet pretty girls, and as it was the school holidays teenage girls often were the ones who answered the door bell.


We sold quite a few eggs and signed up some customers for regular deliveries. Things were going well.


I believe that he downfall of the egg round plan was mostly to do with the shoestring budget that the OM devoted to it. He bought the eggs cheap and his sales-force was had for only the price of a Big Mac or two; the crappy Plymouth was just about serviceable for delivering eggs and all seemed promising.


But, the whole thing was built on a house of cards. Thanks mostly to Triple-tit Temple we could sell eggs and sign-up customers; and had the OM had sufficient financial backing to employ an on-going sales and delivery force it might have led to a real business with real profits.


Alas, it eventually petered out. Having to drive to St Joe to collect eggs cost time and money. Candling the eggs was time consuming and left little time for the kind of entrepreneurial oversight that was required to make a real go of it.


Now, if the OM were still alive, no doubt he would have a completely different take on it, though, to his credit, I don’t ever remember him bemoaning the demise of the egg round while he was alive.


From the workforce’s standpoint it did provide an interesting summer vacation job and a lot of burgers.







Friday, March 11, 2022

E-leben-d-eleben

 I had very little to do with my  Dad (The OM) until about 1962. 


He had always been a somewhat menacing figure in the background enforcing the family discipline.  My Mom would say, if we kids were being particularly awkward, you just wait until your father gets home!  That usually did the trick.  I often helped him on the milk round, but I looked upon it as simply a chore, maybe the OM thought it was “team-building”?  Once he hurt his back so badly that I had to more or less do the milk round as all he could do was drive the truck and make notes in his log book.  


That unfortunate tendency for bad backs has descended the generations.  I’ve got it and so has my number two son.


He was, in truth, not much of a businessman.  He would let people have milk who had little prospect of being able to pay for it.  Maybe he was a secret philanthropist, but I suspect not.  People who owed him money might “skip town” or just disappear, or they might do a deal - a kind of modern barter system.  On one such deal he acquired a go-cart.


He brought it home in the back of the milk truck and got me to help unload it.


I had developed an appreciation of motor racing. As a teenager I liked to go to the stock car racing. My buddy Bobby Lawless’ dad owned the local Phillips 66 service station and Bobby raced quarter midgets.  I used to hang out with him and I learned a lot about general automotive things from watching and helping him.


(Quarter midget racing is a form of automobile racing. The cars are approximately one-quarter (1/4) the size of a full-size midget car. The adult-size midget being raced during the start of quarter midget racing used an oval track of one-fifth of a mile in length. The child's quarter midget track is one quarter that length, or 1/20 mile (264 feet).


An adult-size midget in the 1940s and 1980s could reach 120 miles per hour, while the single-cylinder 7-cubic-inch quarter midget engine could make available a speed of 30 miles per hour in a rookie class (called novices), or one-quarter the speed of the adult car. Most of the competitive classes run speeds near 45 miles per hour. Current upper-class quarter midgets can exceed 45 miles per hour, but remain safe due to the limited size of the track.  Quarter midget race cars have four-wheel suspension, unlike go-karts.)


https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go-kart


Go-karts were in their infancy in the sixties.  But, the idea of racing one was definitely an idea I could get on-board with.  And, for once, the OM seemed almost inhumanly positive in his enthusiasm for the project.  Once unloaded from the milk truck and with me in the driver’s seat we gave it a shove down Berry Lane, which had a conveniently steep hill. It fired up and I was well and truly hooked! And, more importantly, so was the OM.


His sudden zeal was not entirely without its difficulties.  It soon became apparent that in order to race a lot of information and knowledge had to be obtained, sometimes from sources not altogether legit. 


(Remember there was no internet or Google in those days)


Some research led the OM to understand that the go-cart he had taken in lieu of payment was not really up to scratch for racing.  The engines needed to be upgraded, so he purchased two Mcculloch two-stroke engines almost brand new. These little two-stokers were originally designed to power chainsaws but cubic inch for cubic inch they packed a punch and could rev forever. He stored them in the garage in full view  and somebody stole them.  OM was not very happy.  He was convinced some disreputable friends of my sister, Ruthanne, were the perpetrators.  In any event, he was sure with a little effort he could find the engines, and somehow he did.  


A guy named Bob Osterberger advertised two engines for sale and I went with OM to see if they were our engines.  They were and Bob admitted that he bought them from some kid.  Turns out he was a nice guy and he and the OM became buddies.  


This is significant.  As a rule,The OM did not have buddies.  We sometimes played golf with his boss at Meyer’s Dairy.  Pat Clune was his name.  A guy named John Crockett, who worked at Myers Dairy, (I am not making this up - heck his first name may even have been Davy!)  took us hunting for squirrels down in South Missouri a few times. He knew the neighbours and would be pleasant to them, but that was it.  He wouldn’t invite them in for a cup of coffee, that’s for sure.  Sometimes this puzzled me.  In the end, I decided that his lack of close friends was probably the result of growing up during the depression; he graduated from Blue Island High School in 1933. And he took after his dad, my grandpa, and a less out-going and un-personable soul, you would be hard pressed to find this side of Timbuktu.


Most of the racing in those days was on dirt tracks way out in the boonies.  There were tracks at Odessa, Mo, Higginsville, Mo and Excelsior Springs, Mo.  These I remember well.

They are not next door to Independence, so me and the OM would race around the milk round, rush home, sling the cart into the car and rush to the track.


The OM soon discovered that whilst he had the interest in racing he had not much talent.  He was too big (heavy) and seldom finished in the money. In the early days we had two West Bend engines and only one cart, so he would fire up both and race, then remove the chain from one and I would race with the single engine.  I won a lot of races.  Om had crash helmet and his number was E-leben-d-eleben (11 d' 11). My helmet was red with 17 on it.


I won a lot more races, after he had a special cart made for me:  he improved its performance by investing in a Power Products engine that was highly sought after and highly tuneable. Some guy on South Kiger made the cart and it weighed almost nothing.  A skinny kid didn’t add much weight either.  


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1qXmp989vM


The formula for a race was simple.  There were heats and depending on how you finished you earned a spot on the start line for the final. Except for practice times deciding the grid order, it’s not that much different in F1 today.


I started on the pole almost every time.  The starts were rolling starts so when the flag dropped I was almost always first to the first corner.  There was no real way to catch me. Races were 10 - or 15 laps and because I was so far in front the only danger I encountered was going so fast that I caught up with the back markers.  Even this was not too much of a problem as the engine’s air intake was rear facing so that you did not get dirt or stones or heaven knows what in the engine.  


For fuel we used:


Alcohols like methyl alcohol (methanol) and ethyl alcohol (ethanol) are often used in race fuels. Sometimes they are a small part of the fuel and sometimes they are a primary component of the fuel. Methanol is commonly used “straight” – that's why it's called racing alcohol by many.


There was also something called Moon gas, which, as I remember, was  a really high octane mixture with some additives.  Engines were mostly modified by increasing the compression (bolt on a new aluminium head to increase the compression and increase the bang and upgrade the carburetor to provide more fuel ((https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dell%27Orto)) and away you go like a bath out of hell).


Or sometimes we used : nitrous oxide (often referred to as just "nitrous") allows the engine to burn more fuel by providing more oxygen during combustion. The increase in oxygen allows for an increase in the injection of fuel, allowing the engine to produce more engine power.


I dreamed of kart racing in my sleep and can now still recall the smell of the screaming engines and the oily cans so we could add just enough to make a 2 stroke run quite lean and very fast.  The trick was on the warm-up lap you leaned back and adjusted the carburettor jet on the fly, so when the flag went down the little 50 cc engines were turning at about 13 000 rpm sending the lightweight cart (with me on board) hurtling to the first corner at about 60 m.p.h.  


Now this may not seem very fast, but when you are sitting only two inches from the ground, it’s akin to flying!


Most of the tracks were small ovals so that getting first to the first corner meant that nobody was going to catch me.


Only later did we get asphalt tracks in Odessa and Excelsior Springs.  They were laid out more like a grand prix circuit with straightaways, where you might reach 90 m.p.h. and sharp hairpin corners to negotiate.  


The winner usually had a choice of taking money (only say $5 or $10) or a trophy.  I mostly took the money. Still I did collect enough trophies to make a reasonable display.  They were displayed proudly on a home-made bookcase on S. Lynn in Independence when we lived there in the 70’s


When I moved to England, I stored them in my buddies basement, but after he moved to a new house they kind of disappeared.


I sure wish I had kept one or two to take to Europe with me.