Plutocratic Study: No Riches For Workplace Bitches

This is the gist of a new report, shockingly not written by Donald Trump, but commissioned by a billionaire every bit as misogynistic as Donald Trump.  

Market based, pseudo-sociological analyses are how women get denied a raise in the age of political correctness. It is just the kind of "research" that neoliberal politicians and pundits will use to justify the status quo of women's 75 or 80 cents to the male employee's dollar. This kind of shlock is just another way of blaming female hormones for women's failure to thrive at work:

 The research shows that when women are equally as aggressive as men in workplace communication, their perceived deserved compensation drops twice as much as men’s—by up to $15,088 a year—and their perceived competency plunges by 35 percent.

Two hacks-for-hire with business degrees (Joseph Grenny and David Maxfield) purport to have either personally or remotely studied 11,000 women in office settings through a psy-ops outfit they call VitalSmarts. It is an offshoot of TwentyEighty Inc, which is an offshoot of Providence Equity, property of billionaire vulture capitalist Jonathan M. Nelson. He apparently is not an attention-seeking narcissist like Trump, preferring to hide his sexism in a Russian doll-type nest of subsidiaries. 

In a world of high-profile media moguls, Jonathan Nelson has made a fortune buying and selling media and telecom properties without hardly anyone noticing. He founded private equity firm Providence Equity Partners in 1989 to invest in communications companies. Today, Providence manages $40 billion in assets and holds stakes in Hispanic TV provider Univision and education Web platform Blackboard. Past investments include YES Network, Warner Music Group and Hulu. In January 2014 Nelson sold his firm's 25% stake in AutoTrader to Cox Enterprises for $1.8 billion, triple what he originally paid for it. A Rhode Island native, Nelson studied economics at Brown and got his MBA at Harvard. He serves on Brown's board and helped fund the school's $45 million fitness center, which bears his name.

Unlike Donald Trump, he subcontracts out the concern-trolling misogyny to his minions. Like Donald Trump, he gives copiously to politicians in both establishment parties. He gave to both Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton in 2008, then switched his allegiance to Mitch "Binders Full of Women" Romney in 2012. Like any plutocrat worth his salt, he hedges his bets and knows who to call when he needs something. 

If women don't get paid or promoted as much as men, say Nelson's paid authors of the white (guys) paper, they also have themselves to blame. If you are a victim of workplace gender bias, that's just terrible. They really feel your pain. But, while you're waiting for the culture to evolve (and rather than sue your boss or co-workers for discrimination or harassment) they suggest that you change your behavior, and for that matter, your whole personality. Become more obsequious. Shrink, and grow rich:

“Speaking up in forceful, assertive ways is especially risky for women,” said Grenny, coauthor of the New York Times bestseller Crucial Conversations. “An emotion-inequality effect punishes women more than men. Women are burdened with the assumption that they will conform to cultural stereotypes that typecast women as caring and nurturing. Speaking forcefully violates these cultural norms, and women are judged more harshly than men for the same degree of assertiveness.”
Grenny said that emotional inequality is real and it is unfair. And while it is unacceptable and needs to be addressed at a cultural, legal, organizational, and social level, individuals can take control.

 Notice how pay inequality is no longer the issue. Emotional inequality is the issue.

It takes an innovative neoliberal mind to not only invent a social problem brand called Emotional Inequality, but then to capitalize on it by both diagnosing and treating the alleged sufferers. Not to to worry, ladies. They will give you a script, and if you follow it faithfully, you can squelch your bitchiness and morph right into Richie Richiness! It's all in the "framing": 

As explained in the white paper, by framing the assertive statement with what the authors term a “behavior phrase,” a “value phrase,” or an “inoculation phrase,” the negative perception was significantly reduced. These phrases include:

• “I’m going to express my opinion very directly; I’ll be as specific as possible.” (behavior phrase)
• “I see this as a matter of honesty and integrity, so it’s important for me to be clear about where I stand.” (value phrase)
• “I know it’s a risk for a woman to speak this assertively, but I’m going to express my opinion very directly.” (inoculation phrase)

The white paper explains how and why such framing phrases work so effectively.

Now, I am going to go out on a dangerous limb here, and don't take this the wrong way, guys, but what if Megyn Kelly had used these groveling techniques when questioning Donald Trump the other night? I bet you wouldn't see the continuous flood of bile coming out his mouth or wherever, if she had only politely asked, "I see this as a matter of honesty and integrity, but please allow me to humbly remind you, Mr Donald Sir, that you have called women you don’t like fat pigs, dogs, slobs and disgusting animals."

On second thought, that is probably a terrible example. Megyn Kelly is not your average female wage slave. She is not spied upon without her knowledge by researchers with remote video cameras. She gets paid well to be in Roger Ailes's Fox News stable of blond bombshells. She gets paid very well to play the part of provocatresse with a whip .She is an extremely well-remunerated actress in the Neoliberal Theater of Sadism. She's a ratings magnet with a functioning brain. 

Although she self-identifies as a crusading journalist, she is more inquisitorial Judge Judy than muckraking crusader Ida Tarbell.

She operates from the right wing Fox studio to provide scripted vicarious relief to all those oppressed, underpaid, overworked, moody and unappreciated female worker bees out there, while at the same time titillating millions of male masochists. The plutocratic white paper advising  women to bottle it all up and act nice to assholes was never directed at her. Megyn Kelly will probably get a bonus from her bosses after her bravura performance. She will get richer, right along with The Donald.

Emotional Inequality is for the little people. It's just the latest fake ailment peddled by the permanent ruling class to make you feel bad about yourself. It is meant to make it seem like the overlords care about you while they control you and deflect your attention from their own bloated wealth, greed and stinginess. 

Rather than confront your bully, you are trained to coddle your bully. You are advised to be sensitive to your bully's trigger points and play the part of the proper servant.

Oligarchs like Jonathan M. Nelson will always find new ways to gaslight and cash in on the Precariat. First, they pathologize you. Then, they blame you. Then, they promise you a cure. Then, you pay.

Lather, rinse, repeat. 

Unless, with all due respect of course, you refuse to get with their cruel program.

Links/Open Thread

There's been enough written about the GOP debates, the various hangovers suffered by the various pundits and bloggers covering the GOP debates, and the battle between the odious Donald Trump and the odious Fox News to make the Internet explode. Therefore I am desisting. For now, anyway. I plan to go outside and get a lot of fresh air this weekend. No links needed. The stories are everywhere.

Ditto for the Jon Stewart hagiography machine. The satirist for the ages is currently vying with Trump, that other satirist for the ages, for this week's Greatest Clicks award.

In other news (not that you'd know that there was any other news):

The New York Times dog-whistles the accusation that President Obama is a dog-whistling anti-Semite for daring to criticize Aipac's multimillion dollar ad campaign to squelch the Iran nuclear deal. Writes Julie Hirschfeld Davis,

Mr. Obama’s advisers strongly disputed the suggestion that he used coded language to single out Aipac when he said in his American University speech that “many of the same people who argued for the war in Iraq are now making the case against the Iran nuclear deal.”

“This has nothing to do with anybody’s identity; this is a policy difference about the Iranian nuclear program,” said Benjamin J. Rhodes, the deputy national security adviser for strategic communications. “We don’t see this as us versus them,” Mr. Rhodes added, predicting that the White House and Aipac would work closely in the future on other matters, including Israeli security. “This is a family argument, not a permanent rupture.”

Well, that's all good then. Israel and the USA are members of the same family, just as the American economy family and the American government family are just like your family. (Whenever a politician or operative uses the word "family," you can be very sure that something nasty is afoot.)

The Times unquestioningly accepted Aipac's denial that it is funding the mammoth PR blitz against the Iran deal, even though it has been proven the pro-Israel government lobby is behind the effort. I got a call a month or so ago from this lobby, called Citizens For a Nuclear Free Iran. The woman haltingly and ineptly reading from her script claimed she had a direct open line to somebody she hilariously called "Senator Chuck" (she meant Schumer) and insisted she connect me to him immediately so I could personally voice my terror, outrage and confusion. I hung up on her, but now wish I hadn't, if only to find out whether she did, in fact, have direct access to Senator Chuck. Because every time I try to call him -- say, on the TPP -- his mailbox is mysteriously full.

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 Speaking of phone calls, it has now reached the point where my home phone has become an instrument of torture, payable by me. Every other call I get is from "Bridget from Card Services," or some guy claiming that my Windows system is a mess, but if I will just give him all my passwords, he can fix it for me remotely. I tell him I prefer to wash my own windows with a weak ammonia solution, thank you, and then I hang up. That "Do Not Call" registry is a joke. So is the app claiming to be able to block robo-calls.

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The latest monthly jobs report reveals that the Precariat is still teetering, "solid and steady," on the brink of destitution. This disaster of crappy pay, part-time jobs and temporary gigs is a big fat bore, as far as the Times is concerned. But I bet they are not half as bored as the youth of America. Nearly half the teenagers who went looking for a job this summer were unable to find one. The number of unemployed people aged 16-24 increased by a staggering 2.1 million in just the last quarter. All the old people are stealing the sub-minimum wage/commission- only phone solicitation jobs.

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For those lucky enough to have a real job, the latest thing is for your boss to plant a microchip under your skin to make sure you're not playing Solitaire on his dime, or otherwise goofing off, even on your own time. This is also being done, supposedly, to track your "wellness," because your health is of the utmost importance to them. It is estimated that by next year, most major corporations will fit workers out with "fitness trackers."  At Amazon, warehouse workers are already monitored by GPS before they're stopped and frisked -- on their own dime -- upon leaving the workplace.

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For those lucky enough not to have Big Brother for a boss, there is always entrepreneurship. Some unknown bootstrapper out there in Washington DC exerted some good old-fashioned American can-doism by paintballing the American war thug presidents in their alleged balls.

If thuggery doesn't do it for you, maybe the Postmodern Incestuous Industrial Complex will: 

Hiroshima: Seventy Years And Counting

I owe my life to Harry S. Truman.

Or so my father told me at the dinner table one night in the 1960s when, having just read John Hersey's Hiroshima, I was expressing my shock, sadness and indignation that a US president could kill 80,000 people in one fell atomic swoop. What did innocent Japanese people have to do with the war, I'd asked. Children did not deserve to die, or survive that horrific day only to develop leukemia and other cancers decades later. 

That's when Dad told me that as a soldier stationed on the island of Okinawa in 1945, he was to be part of Operation Olympic, the first stage of the invasion of Japan. Since the Japanese were fully aware of the planned attack, it was believed at the time to be essentially a suicide mission. American casualties were forecast to be in the millions, what with the Japanese heavily fortifying the southern island of Kyushu, where my father's unit was scheduled to land.  

I had always known that my father was in the war, but like so many World War II vets, he never talked about it much. Those were the days before PTSD became a diagnosis, those were the days when men had to be macho. One story he loved to tell revolved around some exquisite watercolors which a Japanese P.O.W. he'd been guarding painted for him in exchange for a carton of Lucky Strikes. Those paintings were among his most prized possessions, along with some autograph and photo memorabilia of star-studded welcome-home parties and studio tours thrown for him and other GI's in Hollywood. He also loved to tell the story of how he'd accidentally barged into Lucille Ball's dressing room, and how warm and gracious she was in her semi-nudity. Diehard "I Love Lucy" fans that we kids were, we were suitably impressed. (My mother, not so much.)

As he rather gruffly pointed out to me that night at the kitchen table, were it not for the atomic bomb I might never have been born. When Truman dropped the bomb, the war ended, Dad got to go home, party, get a good job, get married, and procreate.

 I stared at him in stunned silence, my appetite gone right along with my indignant words.To be told that you are alive because of the mass deaths of others is quite the revelation, instilling not a little of ye olde survivor guilt.

Since that long-ago conversation, recently declassified documents reveal that if Truman hadn't dropped the bomb and Operation Olympic had proceeded as planned, my father might have encountered more weaponized civilian draftees (teens and old people) on the island of Kyushu than seasoned Japanese soldiers, who were busy elsewhere. If he'd gotten killed, it likely would have been from an aerial bomb instead of from a bayonet.

If existential gratitude is indeed in order, I should also probably thank Albert Einstein and J. Robert Oppenheimer. Because if anybody went on a guilt trip after the bombing of Hiroshima, and later of Nagasaki, it was those two guys.

As for Truman, he had some regrets over the loss of human life, but apparently suffered no guilt. From his diary:

“It was a decision to loose the most terrible of all destructive forces for the wholesale slaughter of human beings. The Secretary of War Mr. Stimson and I weighed that decision most prayerfully. The President had to decide. It occurred to me that a quarter of a million of the flower of our young manhood was worth a couple of Japanese cities and I still think they were and are.

“But I couldn’t help but think of the necessity of blotting out women, children and more combatants. We picked a couple of cities where war work was the principle industry and dropped the bombs. Russia hurried in and that war ended.”

  Give Em Hell Harry's statement that he dropped the bomb to save flowering masculine lives had some truth in it, if I do say so my selfish self. But as his critics point out, he also might have been ignoring Japanese overtures for peace. The estimates of millions of American casualties might have been overblown in order to justify the ultimate reality of a quarter-million Japanese casualties. And Truman's atomic attack on Nagasaki was most assuredly done as a warning to the Soviets, who had their own goal of taking over post-war Asia. The bombing of Nagasaki was an act of monumental brutality and pure, chest-thumping hegemony.

What is also brutally clear is that in the 70 years since Hiroshima, not one country has attacked the United States. And yet American leaders have used the same Trumanesque rationale of "saving American lives" to justify every invasion, every bombing, every drone strike, every construction of every one of its  thousand military bases around the world. The dropping of the atomic bomb set the stage for American dominance, with the Soviet Union the scapegoat until its collapse in 1991.

By then, of course, it was too late to rein in what Dwight Eisenhower had warned about: the Military Industrial Complex (MIC). Since the end of the Cold War, the US has unleashed its military might against the Balkans, northern Africa and the Middle East. In just the past year, the Obama administration has staged a coup in Ukraine and sent troops to Russian border countries, and begun what is euphemized as "a pivot to Asia."

In yesterday's Faux-Peace In Our Time speech to his Iran deal critics, President Obama manfully boasted,

As commander-in-chief, I have not shied away from using force when necessary. I have ordered tens of thousands of young Americans into combat. I have sat by their bedside sometimes when they come home.
I've ordered military action in seven countries. There are times when force is necessary, and if Iran does not abide by this deal, it's possible that we don't have an alternative.

 And while the US chickenhawks in both parties wring their hegemonic hands and thump their imperialistic chests over the proposed de-nuking deal with Iran, the MIC continues to build up its own nuclear arsenal with a vengeance.The Obama administration last fall announced plans to invest another trillion dollars in a renewed nuclear arms race. The first phase was the building of a sprawling plant twice the size of the Pentagon in America's heartland. One thousand people have been hired to build new warheads in Kansas City, MO. From the New York Times: 

  This expansion comes under a president who campaigned for “a nuclear-free world” and made disarmament a main goal of American defense policy. The original idea was that modest rebuilding of the nation’s crumbling nuclear complex would speed arms refurbishment, raising confidence in the arsenal’s reliability and paving the way for new treaties that would significantly cut the number of warheads.

 Instead, because of political deals and geopolitical crises, the Obama administration is engaging in extensive atomic rebuilding while getting only modest arms reductions in return.

 Supporters of arms control, as well as some of President Obama’s closest advisers, say their hopes for the president’s vision have turned to baffled disappointment as the modernization of nuclear capabilities has become an end unto itself.

Meanwhile, the Nobel Peace Prize president sanctimoniously scolds critics of his Iran "peace" deal. Without the ability to peacefully threaten Iran over its own nonexistent-to-modest nuclear program, he boomed yesterday, war will become inevitable. He is kindly giving Iran a chance to behave before bombing it to smithereens.

Meanwhile, over at New Mexico's Los Alamos National Laboratory, they just completed a massive renovation of their plutonium processing plant.

Meanwhile, over at the Y-12 Security Complex in Tennessee, they just completed a $550 million Highly Enriched Uranium Materials Facility. 

Meanwhile, over at the 3,000-worker Pantex Plant in Amarillo, they're building a "high explosives pressing facility" at a cost (so far) of $145 million.

Meanwhile, over at the Savannah River Site, more than 5,000 gainfully employed Americans are enjoying the brand new Tritium Engineering Building. Tritium is a highly radioactive form of hydrogen gas.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg. For more information about what they're building and improving, be sure to visit the National Nuclear Security Administration website. Look at all the happy employees. Read all about how weapons of mass destruction keep you safe and secure.  Read all about how thousands and thousands of lucky workers with good-paying jobs are "giving back" to their communities as they build, refurbish, maintain and stockpile the American nuclear arsenal. Whoever said Americans don't manufacture stuff any more is nuts.

Their faces are literally glowing. They are grateful, and they want you to be grateful too.

Nuke University, Class of 2014

Pangloss Does Puerto Rico

As expected, Puerto Rico has defaulted on a $58 million debt repayment after a cabal of bond holders, hedge fund vultures, and Congressional politicians have balked at allowing the US territory to restructure its debt through bankruptcy protection.

And since the Obama White House has already nixed a bailout, the usual solutions are proceeding apace: austerity for the citizens, and plunder by the same predators who helped create Puerto Rico's fiscal crisis in the first place. 

Although it is officially known as a Commonwealth, Puerto Rico's wealth (now largely consisting of real estate and public utilities) will no longer be shared with the commons. The same hedge fund vultures refusing to cut this debtor colony the smallest break are already buying up luxury hotels at fire sale prices, even bulldozing out a portion of a pristine bay, so as to accommodate their mega-yachts.

As is usual in these fiscal crisis situations, there is plenty of blame to go around. A long history of government corruption and mismanagement on the island: check. Irresponsible borrowing by government officials: check. Mass exodus of tax-exempt corporations once the tax exemptions stopped: check. The same housing bubble collapse that fueled the global economic collapse in 2008: check. A stupid rule requiring that all shipping to and from Puerto Rico be done by expensive United States lines: check.

The real culprit in Puerto Rico's default, though, is Wall Street. Just as the big banks bought up subprime home mortgages and chopped them into pieces before selling them to investors, the big banks went on a Puerto Rican bond-buying orgy, then acted as the middlemen foisting off the shoddy financial instruments to hedge funds. The banksters banked on human need on one side, human greed on the other side,  and then pocketed their unfair share.

So who do island government officials turn to for advice in the wake of this massive swindle? A rational, humane person might suggest the Pope, or Thomas Piketty. But that would be too sane. Because when it comes to solutions, politicians cannot seem to help themselves: they prostrate themselves before the altar of the global banking cartel -- in Puerto Rico's case, this takes the form of current and former International Monetary Fund officials. And what do you suppose these IMF officials prescribed?

You guessed it: austerity for the people victimized by the banks, everlasting debt for the debtor state, a token haircut for the hedge funds, and absolutely no punishment for too big to fail/jail JP Morgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, Barclays and Bank of America.

It's a broken record, playing the same Deju Vu All Over Again song, over and over and over again. The title on the album is The Neoliberal Project's Greatest Hits. To edify the uninitiated, political economist Philip Markowski has written a helpful Thirteen Commandments of Neoliberalism type of liner notes guide that can easily be applied to the Puerto Rican Solution, the Greek Solution, the Detroit Solution, the Fiscal Cliff Solution, the Sequester Solution, or any creative solution relying on twisted logic to create, and then cash in, on a crisis.

A report called Puerto Rico: A Way Forward, authored by former IMF and World Bank neoliberal economist Anne Krueger and some of her minions, closely adheres to the Gospel According to Neoliberalism; to wit, never let a crisis go to waste.

Krueger starts off with the standard false empathy. Times are tough, she says. The politicians worked so, so hard to stave off catastrophe, she says. They deserve credit for all the austerity they've already inflicted, like pension-gutting, higher taxes, public employee wage freezes, and larger class sizes. But those simply are not enough. Puerto Rico has advantages it "can parlay into Market Confidence." And that Market Confidence can be accomplished by the following:

Abolish the minimum wage. Bring back child labor. Privatize public transportation and utilities. Cut government medical insurance benefits a whole lot more. Cut food stamps. Close schools (kids can work!) and fire teachers. Deregulate businesses. Oh, and reduce the costs of shipping and let the hedge funds share just a teensy bit of the sacrifice in order to make the cruelty seem fair and balanced.

Meanwhile, the only people feeling the cruelty are our fellow American citizens of Puerto Rico. The island is already undergoing a crisis in health care. In the past five years, three thousand physicians have fled the island for more lucrative jobs on the mainland. Medicare and Medicaid have already been cut. From the New York Times: 

On an island where more than 60 percent of residents receive Medicare or Medicaid — an indicator of Puerto Rico’s poverty and rapidly aging population — the dwindling funds have set off outpourings of concern among patients and doctors, protest rallies and intense lobbying in Washington.

And while the crisis is playing out most vividly today, its cause dates back decades and stems, in large part, from a vast disparity in federal funding for health care on the island compared with the 50 states. This disparity is partly responsible for $25 billion of Puerto Rico’s $73 billion debt, as its government was forced to borrow over time to keep the Medicaid program afloat, according to economists.

And now I come to a peculiarly bloodless, tone-deaf column by the Times' resident liberal economics pundit, Paul Krugman. He must not have read his own paper's article about the health emergency on the island, because according to him, the situation is not all that bad. At least it's not as bad as in Greece, where they are literally starving to death.  Comparing Puerto Rico to depressed Appalachia, he opines that these places are in hard times because all the young healthy folks are fleeing, leaving the sick and the old behind to live large on the government. So stop your complaining! The anti-austerian rock star economist agrees with Anne Krueger that the minimum wage cut might be a reasonable idea because those Puerto Ricans just aren't as "productive" as the mainlanders:

  A recent report commissioned by the commonwealth’s government argues that its economy is hurt by sharing the U.S. minimum wage, which raises costs, and also by federal benefits that encourage adults to drop out of the work force. In principle these complaints could be right. In particular, even economists who support a higher U.S. minimum wage, myself included, generally agree that it could be a problem if set too high relative to productivity — and Puerto Rican productivity is far below mainland levels.

Then again, muses the benignant Doc Pangloss, the "safety net" is not such a bad thing for those unskilled unemployables. It's not their fault that the "shifting tides of globalization" left innocent people in the lurch. But still, even though they might be "hurting," you can't really call it suffering, because Puerto Ricans  consume 30% more stuff than the Greeks.

I guess that "shifting tides" must be Krugman's euphemism for Wall Street malfeasance. While he rightly chides the hedge funds for being too greedy, he totally ignores the crimes of the big banks. He treats the Puerto Rico crisis as a regional problem, not part of the larger, global problem. "The fiscal crisis is basically the byproduct of a severe economic downturn," he vaguely writes. "The commonwealth’s government was slow to adjust to the worsening fundamentals,."

Not once does he delve into the malign sources of the severe economic downturn. According to him, government officials just couldn't adjust to the fundamentals of free market fundamentalism. Heaven forbid that the banksters adjust to the fundamentals of what it means to be a moral human being.

"Puerto Rico is in the wrong place at the wrong time," he blithely continues.  "These days manufacturing favors either very-low-wage nations, or locations close to markets that can take advantage of short logistic chains to respond quickly to changing conditions. But Puerto Rico’s wages aren’t low by global standards". 

Notice how "Manufacturing" suddenly becomes the living, breathing scapegoat -- as opposed to those the ruling class racketeers whose "trade deals" offshore jobs to places where slavery is still legal.

He concludes with some insipid, glass half-full Panglossian l'optimisme :

 Overall, however, the Puerto Rican story is one of bad times that fall well short of utter disaster. And the saving grace in this situation is big government — a federal system that provides a crucial safety net for American citizens in times of need, wherever they happen to live.

Here is my published response:

 It's easy for Mr. Krugman to say that Puerto Rico falls "far short of disaster." Tell it to somebody who actually lives there, somebody whose life is about to be cut short because Medicare and Medicaid payments to doctors -- who are leaving the island in droves -- are being drastically reduced. Tell it to the Vieques residents, half of whom already live in poverty and suffer from the health effects of years of US Navy bombing exercises right in their back yard. Many if not most of them suffer from lead, arsenic and mercury poisoning. And yet they're lucky because they're getting the "saving grace" of bare-bones government aid? The Greeks must be dying of envy.

Anne Krueger, veteran of the IMF and World Bank, prescribed poisonous austerity to Puerto Ricans. An esteemed economist who ironically invented the term "rent-seeking," she now suggests that Puerto Rico's $7.25 minimum wage be cut right along with food stamp stipends and health care. Her laughable Rx of a relatively small haircut for investors while the debt is "restructured " is unsurprisingly being met with howls of indignation from aggrieved hedge fund vultures.

They want Congress (where second class Puerto Rican citizens have no voting rep) to refuse the island's request for bankruptcy relief while they embark on the further plunder of the latest in their long series of victims.

They're terrorists, yet there is no war against them. They own the killing fields.

In his 2013 book "Never Let a Serious Crisis Go To Waste," (see review here) Philip Mirowski writes that as Keynesian as Paul Krugman professes himself to be, he enables the Neoliberal Thought Collective (NTC). This enablement is perfectly and most recently evidenced in his latest column, which ignores Anne Krueger's sadistic prescription of austerity for Puerto Rico, if not tacitly accepting it.

Krugman's criticism of neoliberalism, such as it is, is largely limited to the GOP and those always-nameless "Very Serious People." Regarding Krugman and other liberal pundits, Mirowski writes:

The phenomenon they excoriate and try to pin on the Republican Party is far more elaborate and profound than any party-political dispute or local Machiavellian turn: how can there be a 'Republican' plot when it is a worldwide phenomenon? Indeed, many NTC members reserve their purest disdain for card-carrying Republican Party figures. Surely a few think tanks inside the Beltway cannot, of themselves, paralyze our minds 23/7!.... The understanding of politics displayed by these writers is far too parochial to stand up to the pervasive  character of the global crisis. It is distressing that these writers, frequently champions of hard-nosed, tough-minded 'analysis of reality,' fall short when it comes to serious analysis of the multipronged efforts to steer public discourse in certain targeted directions, the incongruous swerves that so vex their sensibilities.

As what Mirowski calls a cog in the larger neoliberal machine, Krugman continues to enjoy his Times gig as well as his frequent guest appearances on corporate ABC-Disney and CNN Sunday chat-fests and other perks of the punditry profession.He is about as far left as the transpartisan, transglobal NTC can tolerate without self-imploding on its own hot air.

The Biden Bandwagon

Almost overnight, the presidential candidacy of Joe Biden has morphed from a trial balloon into a high-octane bandwagon.

The unofficial official roll-out of the Biden Balloon With Wheels came in the form of a Maureen Dowd column, published on Saturday. It's a textbook case of inside-the-Beltway influence-peddling told in the form of a sentimental narrative. Dowd, who has long had a soft spot for Biden and a hard spot for Hillary Clinton, comes from the same Irish Catholic working class background as the vice president. So right away there's the affinity, fraudulent or otherwise. Biden, or perhaps one of his inner circle, whispered in MoDo's ear the heart-wrenching story of how the dying Beau Biden begged his father to vanquish Hillary and run for president himself.

And thus is a legend and a candidacy born. As the dangerously maudlin Ronald Reagan once urged us to win one for The Gipper, so too do the moribund establishment Democrats want Joe to win one for the party.

Were it not for for Beau's dying wish, modern legend has it, Joe would never have the gall to challenge the Empress-in-Waiting. So the liberal world reads the Dowd column and weeps as it gets out its handkerchiefs and checkbooks. And the Washington Establishment breathes a sigh of relief as it begins its attempted neutralization of Bernie Sanders. They seem to think that Hillary's problem is mainly one of her robotic speaking style and her scandalous email server. Bernie is out-performing her on the stump, and what the Dems think they need is a barn-burning stump speaker like Regular Joe Biden, who despite his populist rhetoric, presents no real danger to the oligarchy. He is Barack Obama's zany white uncle in style, Obama himself in what passes for substance.

Dowd ineptly tried to disguise her blatant shilling for Biden by also floating a much smaller trial balloon for Howard Schultz,  CEO of Starbucks, and socially liberal billionaire darling of the centrist Washington Establishment. He loves conversations about race that consist of slogans on latte cups, he loves marriage equality, he loves diversity, and he especially loves pathological global corporate coups disguised as "free trade" deals. 

Reader comments to MoDo's article flowed in a torrent, with New York Times editors quickly segregating and highlighting the most fawning "Run, Joe, Run!" accolades. Thus is public opinion manipulated, thus are the ruling class's wishes honored, thus is a legend and a candidacy born. And thus  is Bernie Sanders left in the dust, as the rest of the Sunday Times home-page concentrates on the antics of Donald Trump, (several pieces) Obama's latest legacy-burnishing propaganda pivot, and the angst of millennials being robbed of their futures by greedy geezers on Medicare.

Here is my buried comment on Dowd's piece:

The Draft Biden movement sure is picking up steam in the corporate press. "Washington" is worried that Bernie Sanders is overshadowing unpopular Hillary, and they desperately need one of their own to quash the Bernie-mentum.

Who is more likeable than Joe? His folksy charm, his loveable gaffes, the outpouring of national sympathy after the tragic loss of his son, make him a natural replacement candidate. He is a centrist's dream: he can reach across the aisle and "get things done."

As Elizabeth Warren recounts in "A Fighting Chance," one thing that Biden got done in 2005 was co-sponsoring the bankruptcy reform bill, as dictated by the banks and credit card companies of his home state, Delaware. This bill, originally vetoed by Bill Clinton and signed into law by George W. Bush, makes it much harder, if not impossible, for working families with credit problems to get legal relief.

Despite his working class persona, Biden sold out to the plutocrats years ago. But unlike Bill and Hill, he's been in continuous government service the whole time. He doesn't charge millions for speeches, and he uses a government email server. He is suddenly "electable."

When Obama boasted last week that he could win a third term, it also seemed to be a tacit endorsement of Biden, who despite his grief, has worked overtime (as has Howard Schultz) selling those job-destroying corporate coups euphemized as "free trade" deals.

The fix, as ever, is in.

Incidentally, Warren's memoir glossed over the inconvenient truth that Hillary stabbed her in the back by promising to vote against the later version of the bill she voted for it. One team player cannot diss another team member, I suppose.

However, in her earlier book, "The Two Income Trap," Warren was less circumspect. Not yet a politician herself, she could afford to be blunt. She even went so far as to practically call Biden a misogynist:

Warren describes briefing Hillary Clinton, when she was first lady, about the bankruptcy bill backed by the financial industry. “It’s our job to stop that awful bill,” Warren quotes Clinton as saying. But several years later, when the bill came up for passage, Senator Clinton voted for it. “The bill was essentially the same but Hillary Rodham Clinton was not,” Warren wrote. As senator, “she could not afford such a principaled (sic) position…” When the bill finally passed, in 2005, then-Senator Joseph Biden was one of its biggest backers. “Senators like Joe Biden should not be allowed to sell out women in the morning and be heralded as their friend in the evening,” Warren said.

And then there was Biden's disgusting treatment of Anita Hill at Clarence Thomas's Supreme Court confirmation hearing. Once Obama picked Biden as his running mate, Democrats became even more squeamishly loath to discuss that inconvenient truth.

And then there was this cringe-worthy moment with the wife of the incoming master of war defense secretary.

Of course, next to Donald Trump and the rest of the GOP circus, Biden looks like a noble Galahad in shining armor.

I've avoided writing about Trump on this blog, because he already has more than his share of publicity. But I did write a response to yet another New York Times "style over substance" political column by the lovely Ross Douthat.  The Times' resident white millennial conservative putz opines that Trump serves to give cover to the "moderate" Jeb Bush. He also thinks the Republican debates will be interesting, if not quite reaching the realm of importance. My comment:

Only to the self-referential Washington leisure/media class is the GOP reality show either interesting or important.

Those of us living in the real world have other things to worry about besides Trump's media-savvy buffoonery and Jeb's equally comedic "Right to Rise" militant preppie tone-deafness. Since billionaires are funding this stage show posing as a political debate, we might as well dispense with the official candidates, and have the Kochs and Sheldon Adelson duke it out with Trump on live TV. Let them fling their thousand-dollar bills at each other in lieu of answering questions. Bill it as the WWF of the Plutocrats, with spectators invited to cast their meaningless votes for which loathsome humanoid can best serve the interests of the .01%.

Ross rightly observes that the longer Trump prevails as ringmaster, the longer Jeb will be able to skulk around unnoticed as he vacuums up the lucre on his stealthy road to the nomination. But it's wrong to cast Jeb as a respectable moderate. He is neither respectable, nor even remotely moderate. He wants to destroy Medicare, invade whatever chunk of global real estate is still unsullied by the military-industrial complex, privatize the earth, and thus complete the radical right-wing revolution started by Reagan.

Scott Walker is the clown who might actually win the nomination. Because as bad as Jeb is, he just can't whine out the aggrieved hatred and the ignorance quite as well as Scottie, the ultimate Koch puppet.

Let's face it, though: the whorehouse known as the American media/political complex is mostly made up of puppets pulling the strings of other puppets. 

Dog Days Edition

When I woke up way too early this morning, the first thing I noticed was that alpha dog Sirius had beaten me to it, even getting out ahead of Old Sol in the rising department. Some might call this presumptuous. But if Jeb Bush's Billionaire Job Creators have the Right to Rise before everybody else, why not Sirius?

The Dog Days are upon us, spelling all manner of catastrophe and general misery. Or, so the ancients cheerfully believed. Not like us moderns, who live under the false impression that the Dog Days have something to do with panting dogs lying around in the heat because it's too hot to move. That is what they want you to think, because in America, we must always look toward the cruel, big, bright sun with the happy face as we sweat and weep and gnash our teeth. That twinkling little dead dawn-star named after a dog? You can wish upon it all you want, but contrary to what Jiminy Cricket sang in Pinocchio, it absolutely does make a difference who you are in whether your dreams come true in the 21st century.

Therefore, I leave you with a fair and balanced Panglossian approach today -- equal parts joy and misery.

First, the cheer. One of the pillars of Barack Obama's presidency has developed a possibly lethal crack, as the latest round of Trans-Pacific Partnership negotiations broke down last night. Reps for the American plutocracy apparently had a hard time convincing such nations as Chile and Australia that sky-high drug prices to replace reasonable ones was a good idea, in the best interests of sick people. This is really strange, since they were doing the deal-making in mellow Maui. I guess either the Maui Wowie was cheap skunk, or the negotiators refused to smoke it, because they also balked at jeopardizing such nationalistic munchables as sugar, rice and cheese. And this, after the Obama administration promised to protect sea turtles as well as protecting the Malaysian slave trade!

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 Obama should take heart, though, because there is still misery aplenty in Precariatland. As the New York Times' Gretchen Morgenson lays out, the HAMP program designed to protect homeowners from foreclosure has ended up protecting the big bank predators instead. The banks have thrown 72% of distressed homeowners requesting loan modifications under the bus, and then they have the nerve to blame their "irresponsible" victims for having the poor taste to get old, lose a job, or become disabled.More than six years after the economic meltdown caused by the Too Big To Fails, the Obama administration is still foaming the runway for the Too Big To Jails. Tiny Tim is still telling Citigroup and Bank of America: "Mammon Bless Us Everyone!"

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But here's some good news, Evictees of America. Big Poultry is removing antibiotics from the feed it gives the chickens it crams into those filthy, inhumane cages. The birds will now have the Freedom to spread their diseases to you while Perdue and Chick Fil-A and their partners in pharmaceutical crime insist that overpriced, patent-protected meds to treat those diseases are no longer strain-resistant! Of course, this altruism will give drug companies an excuse to charge consumers even more. They still have to feather their own nests, y'know.

We Are So Clucked

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Since the Dog Days are upon us, Prime Minister David Cameron is literally calling out the dogs to prevent African and Middle Eastern refugees from tunneling their way over from France to his blessed plot, his earth, his realm, his England. No word yet as to his breed of choice, but I would assume that pit bulls are about to be drafted into the Royal Canine Corps. After all, since Cameron's whole neoliberal governing philosophy (austerity) is both bull and the pits, why not put some teeth in it? 

Austirius Rises: "Give Me Your Tired, Your Poor, Your Tunneled Masses."

Medicare Is Golden

Despite all the radical right-wing efforts to kill it and defund it and privatize it, Medicare has lived to celebrate its 50th birthday today. Ronald Reagan, himself a Medicare recipient in his interminable dotage, must be rolling in his grave. Ditto for chain-smoking Ayn Rand, whose lung cancer treatment was also covered by the single-payer health care program.

In honor of Medicare's 50th, I propose lowering the eligibility age to 50, thence in rapid increments of five years every single month, culminating in automatic coverage for all citizens beginning at birth. I also propose doing away with the current deductibles and co-pays in order to get the private insurance predators out of the mix entirely.

How did LBJ do it? The LBJ Presidential Library has the transcript of a White House conversation from March 1965:

LBJ: When are you going to take it up?

Mills: (Wilbur Mills, the powerful House Ways and Committee chairman) I’ve got to go to the Rules Committee next week.

LBJ: You always get your rules pretty quickly though, don’t you?

Mills: Yeah, that’s right.

LBJ: . . . For God’s sake, let’s get it before Easter! . . . They make a poll every Easter. . .You know it. On what has Congress accomplished up till then. Then the rest of the year they use that record to write editorials about. So anything that we can grind through before Easter will be twice as important as after Easter.

(Mills gets off the telephone line)

LBJ: Now, remember this. Nine out of 10 things that I get in trouble on is because they lay around. And tell the Speaker and Wilbur [Mills] to please get a rule just the moment they can.

Cohen: (Wilbur Cohen, Assistant HEW Secretary) They want to bring it up next week, Mr. President.

LBJ: Yeah, but you just tell them not to let it lay around. Do that! They want to but they might not. That gets the doctors organized. Then they get the others organized. And I damn near killed my education bill, letting it lay around.

Cohen: Yeah.

LBJ: It stinks. It’s just like a dead cat on the door. When a committee reports it, you better either bury that cat or get it some life in it . . . [to Mills as he gets back on the line:] For God’s sakes! “Don’t let dead cats stand on your porch,” Mr. Rayburn used to say. They stunk and they stunk and they stunk. When you get one out of that committee, you call that son of a bitch up before [our opponents] can get their letters written.

Ronald Reagan, remember, shilled for the American Medical Association. Reagan must stink like a dead cat by this time, as he rolls. But here he is in his happier rigor mortis days: