Month: April 2010

  • Judicial Activism

    I’ve wanted to write about the topic of judicial activism soon especially considering the newest Supreme Court Battle that is about to be waged. As it turn out I don’t have to, because in a short succinct paragraph Glenn Greenwald  said almost everything I wanted to say only better:

    “The absolute dumbest political platitude in the vast canon of right-wing idiocies has long been the premise that courts act improperly — are engaged in “judicial activism” — whenever they declare a democratically enacted law invalid on the ground that it is unconstitutional.  That’s one of the central functions of the courts, a linchpin of how our Constitutional Republic operates.  We’re not a pure democracy precisely because there are limits on what democratic majorities are permitted to do, and those limits are set forth in the Constitution, which courts have the responsibility to interpret and apply.  When judges strike down laws because they violate Constitutional guarantees, that’s not a subversion of our political system; it’s a vindication, a crucial safeguarding of it.”

    There is no such thing as a judicial activist Judge. The very acts required of being a Judge faithful to the tenants of the constitution are the same acts that would be labeled as “judicial activism”.

    If there is a coherent concept of judicial activism I haven’t heard it. Certainly the mere act of overturning laws passed by by Congress or actions engaged in by the Executive would not qualify. Nor would simply interpreting the limits and scopes of those laws and edicts. That’s part of their job too.

    Judges can certainly be wrong. They may even be dishonest or deceptive or irrational. They may even cause very great harm by their proclamations. Judges may even be corrupt. There are certainly such things as bad Judges. But can there really be “activist” Judges? I just don’t see any value in complaining about judges doing their job in accordance with their conscience by labeling them as “activists”. That to me just seems like a way for critics of certain Judges actions to wrap their critiques in a flag of democracy to make them seem more palatable.

    And at the same I think it’s a way to capitalize on and expand existing measures to smear the term “activist” as a bad term. Just like “communist”, “socialist”, “liberal”, “progressive” and even “community organizer” there is an ongoing effort from the Right to try and change the terms anyone on the Left uses to describe themselves into “bad words” worthy of our scorn.

  • 1B1T

    Voting just closed on the One Book One Twitter project.  What’s that?  Well it’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s a project to try and get all of twitter to read one book at one time. 

    Discussion of 1B1T occurs under hashtag #1B1T. The book to read was chosen through a community voting process. I don’t think they’ve tallied the votes yet but earlier the novel American  Gods by Neil Gaiman was a front runner.

    It’s an interesting way to reveal and possibly build up shared values or at least shared perspectives. It gets people talking and thinking about the same thing. The hope is that these interactions can bring people together. It can help our contentious societies be a little more peaceful. We’ll see that we’re not all that different after all since we can all read and enjoy the same book.

    I’ll probably read whatever the 1B1T book is. My twitter account is http://twitter.com/nephyo  I hope if you’re on twitter, you will too.

  • An Awesome Swatty (Auto-Tune the News)

    Those who know me or have been reading my blog for a long time might be aware that I attended Swarthmore College in the class of 2002.  I’m not a big fan of school pride or anything like that but I was very amused to find out that Evan Gregory of the Gregory Brothers gave what is perhaps one of the most unique commencement speeches of all time for the Swarthmore College class of 2009:

    So who are the Gregory Brothers and why should you care?  Well basically it’s Evan his two brothers and his wife who have been making very awesome music together for quite a while.  Most famously they are responsible for the incredibly awesome award winning viral videos known as Auto-Tune The News:

    All this is just to say that this is one Awesome Swatty (campus name for Swarthmore students). I look forward to following his family’s work in the future.

  • the first defense: emotional withdraw

    All of this is just a theory of mine. Take it with a grain of salt.

    Probably the most common self-defense mechanism for protected oneself from repeated hurt is emotional withdraw.

    If you suffered several hurts, particularly if they happened over a short period of time, it is almost instinctual to start to withdraw oneself from deep or lasting emotional connections. In essence, one is pre-suffering the pain of losing those connections but in a more slow and controlled rate so as not to have to suffer a shocking all-at-once loss. Further, overlapping the hurt one feels from losing prior connections with the pain one figures they will eventually feel over losing their current connections often seems like a good bargain to people. Get it all out of the way at once, you figure. That way you don’t have to keep dealing with it again and again.

    Similarly, emotional withdraw is used to prevent new connections from developing or to prevent existing connections from becoming any stronger. The logic here is that the fewer deeper connections you form the less likely it is you will suffer from their loss in the future. While we can’t always control how close we get to someone, usually closeness isn’t a one time event. Rather it is a product of a growth of re-enforcing interactions. So person A feels amount N for B, interacts with B revealing that amount of feeling . Person B in turn starts to feel and demonstrate feeling amount M for A. That in turn causes person A to feel amount N+X  for B which in turn causes B to feel amount M+Y for A and so on and so forth. It’s sort of a chain reaction.  But if person A though they feel amount N for B simply does not reveal that N amount feeling or demonstrates a significantly smaller N, well then the chain is either broken or greatly reduced and overall emotional attachment grows at a much slower rate. Which is of course the point.

    Of course from the perspective of the person being withdrawn from this always seems like a selfish and callous thing to do. And in a sense that’s partly right. That is especially how they will see it if they don’t know what hurt the withdrawn person has experienced that triggers the withdraw. It’s partly right because emotional withdraw is certain a self-centric interaction strategy. You are trying to defend oneself. It’s a mechanism for keeping onesself from harm. As a result, you often aren’t thinking about what harm your withdraw might and most likely is causing to others who might be in great need of the exact opposite of withdraw.  So how selfish the withdraw really is largely depends on how close the withdrawing person is to suffering irreparable long term damage from further loss or pain. It’s like the difference between a huge powerful strong person running away because they risk suffering a paper cut and a tiny weak person running away from being beaten to a pulp by a deranged bloody mob after having previously suffered considerable wounds from earlier conflicts. Imagine that there’s someone else there in both cases that the person could, if they stayed, possibly protect from the same harm or even some greater harm. Obviously we understand the latter case. If the person stays in that situation they are demonstrating extreme bravery. But in the former case, we see the person who ran away as being a selfish coward.

    But we are talking about emotional strength and emotional bravery here which in no way correlates at all with physical capacity or courage.  People who are hurting and have suffered numerous emotional wounds often don’t give off any clear or visible outward sign of it. Indeed, if they are withdrawing they are by very definition hiding whatever hurt they’ve felt prior as part of their self-defense strategy. The withdraw itself is the only real indication and that in turn can and often is easily mistaken for apathy, indifference, coldness, cruelty, callousness, frivolity, or childishness. Because those are all ways in which people do prevent themselves from becoming more connected, it’s often hard to tell if someone feels these emotions or lack thereof truly or is simply using those reactions in order to avoid deeper or stronger connections.

    Example. Someone you know buries themselves in video games never rearing their head when company or friends are around. All they ever want to do is play games.  Now it could be that they really just love games that much or it could be that they are really addicted and have a problem.  OR it could be that they are using the video games as a tool to withdraw from developing deeper connections that might cause them greater harm.  How can you tell which is which? 

    I dunno. It’s hard. But it pays not to jump to conclusions.  It might be that a person who seems to be acting in a withdrawing fashion is really just an Ass with a capital A.  They aren’t doing because they have to but because they want to or because they don’t care who they are hurting.  OR it might be that the withdrawing person is really suffering and is trying to push others away to protect them. They may have, and most likely have, justified it to themselves that they are helping to protect the others whom they are withdrawing from as well. This is particularly likely if they have a low self-esteem and are likely inclined to think that someone being close to them is no big help or benefit to those people. A person who thinks other people are better off without knowing them is much more likely to find it easier to withdraw.

    The key I think is to trust one’s evaluations of people. If you didn’t think someone was an Ass before chances are better than average that you had reasons for that belief that were based on truth. In that case it’s unlikely, though not impossible for that person to have simply become an Ass all at once. It’s certainly not impossible or even unlikely for them to ACT like an Ass though for whatever reason be it anger at you or an attempt to withdraw from you. The question I guess then would be to ask yourself whether it makes a difference to you whether the person is really an Ass or just pretending to be?

    If you can determine though with a certainty that someone is withdrawing and not just fundamentally an ass, there may be recourse in order to prevent that person from withdrawing further.  Why would you want to do that?  Well in addition to the immediate benefit of allowing you to become closer to that person there’s a deeper more important benefit. 

    The truth is withdrawing people generally are doing considerable harm to themselves by withdrawing. Often on some level they are even aware of this. But the safe feeling you get from being withdrawn often seems a better deal even if you know your long term happiness will suffer as a result. The problem is, emotional withdraw can be like an addiction. The more you live in that space away from deep connections with people the less likely you are to ever want to leave it. You might only plan to stay until your hurt dies down a little but in reality since you aren’t dealing with the real causes of the hurt you’re going to end up in that place a lot longer. And it’ll just get easier and easier to stay there as it becomes harder and harder to be willing to take the risk of developing deeper connections. But down that road leads at the minimum an empty life and at worse deep depression, madness, or even sociopathy.

    So for this reason if one can establish that someone is withdrawing too much and staying there too long when they really need to be coping with their hurt so that they can move on, it can be a kind thing to do to try and help them out of that hurt place to a point where they can develop natural meaningful connections again. But that’s far easier said than done. It might not even be possible, or possible for you to do for this particular person. They might need lots of help you can’t give or help from a professional who has more experience dealing with these kinds of problems. Or you might not be the person who can get through to them and they have to wait until they are helped by just the right person at just the right time.

    Or instead, you might be the right person and now might be the right time. The key would then be to try and find a way to communicate with them in such a way that leads them to reveal what they are really thinking and feeling. To let go of that first defense. Even a small crack in the wall might be the opening you need. If you can get someone to remember the good aspects of feeling emotionally connected to someone, maybe it can start to banish the fear that comes from uncertainty about what hurt they might feel in the future and again reassess the balance of scales and decide that it’s actually worth the risk to let oneself be open again.

    Now don’t get me wrong. That doesn’t mean you should go a crusade and go around pestering every person who seems emotionally withdrawn to you every day in an attempt to get them to open up. You’ll likely drive those people insane and cause them to hate and despise you and inevitably withdraw even more. Even just pushing too hard can definitely cause someone to choose to withdraw more. But I’m saying some basic understanding and patience can go a long way. Regular meaningful communication can take you even further. Not jumping to conclusions and not judging and condemning people who are just trying to protect themselves from hurt they might not know how to deal with is how you start. Not playing games with people to try and manipulate them in order to force a reaction that would gratify only you is the second.

    And from there? Who knows. Dealing with the oh so fragile human psyche is like walking along a tiny fragile razorblade thin tightrope through a gigantic labryinth of corridors. You’re trying not to fall, trying not to accidentally break the rope, and trying to find your way to the end of the maze all at one time. It can take a life time to figure out how to navigate that maze well.

    And maybe that’s the reason why so many people find it so much easier to just opt out from the whole game and withdraw completely. Though if they do, I suspect they’ve lost site of the great rewards that lie at the end of the maze or they’ve never seen them in the first place.

  • expected goals

    There are certain goals that in our society we are expected to have. I’ve always felt this deep seeded urge to reject these goals. For example, one of the major goals most people have that they want to accomplish at some point in their life is to own a house. People consider that a major life changing event. It’s considered a benchmark to show that they’ve lived “right” and succeeded and achieved what they needed to in life. Owning your own home is considered a turning point that symbolizes your achievement of true independence.

    What a load of crap.

    I have no interest in owning a house. I think it’s absurd. Lots of paperwork, lots of risk, enormous debt and for what? To be tied down in one place? To forever be fearful of changes in your mortgage forcing you into foreclosure or the value of your house dropping to the point that it’s no longer a good investment?  To spend endless hours fretting over the quality of your lawn and enormous amounts of money keeping all your stoves and dishwashers and plumbing and electricity functioning? Constantly needing to fix it up to ensure that it retains its value as much as possible?  Seems crazy.   I just don’t get it. I never got it.

    There are tons of expected goals out there. People are just used to them. We internalize them so much that we don’t ever question whether they are good goals to have or even make sense for the society as a whole for everyone to have these goals. Examples include:  moving out from your parents home, having sex, falling in love, getting married, having children, graduating High School, graduating College, getting a license, owning a car, staying in shape, getting a job, being successful at a career, retiring, traveling and seeing the world, seeing your children achieve the same things, living to meet your grandchildren.  Not necessarily in that order of course.

    I believe it is wholly possible to live a happy fulfilling life without doing any of those things. Leastwise I don’t think a lot of those things are as necessary as we think. Not achieving any of them does not by itself make you a failure. It’s that over-simplistic view of life that often spurs feelings of depression and inadequacy. If you’ve been told over and over again by everything around you in the society, that you need to achieve these things in order to have lived a worthwhile life, then when well life gets in the way of achieving any one of these, or achieving them according to schedule, people get depressed. They start to think that there’s something wrong with them. They start to think that they made terrible mistakes and feel deep overriding regrets. If you don’t get that white picket fence dream fulfilled, you often feel like maybe you just didn’t deserve your white picket fence. And from there it’s only a hop skip and a jump away from wondering why you are here in the first place.

    It’s stupid of course. For society as a whole some of these goals don’t make any sense at all. Giving everyone a college level education is unnecessary. Everyone moving away from home and striving to buy their own house creates enormous costly waste. And it leaves older people without children living in or near home to take care of them. Often it’s much more efficient monetarily to have as many people living in a house as the house can reasonably fit sharing resources. But our emphasis on moving out causes all these houses to have empty space. Which means energy is wasted heating and cooling empty rooms that aren’t in use. Socially it makes no sense. Everyone driving and owning their own car makes even less sense.

    Though of course practically it’s totally understandable that many children and parents don’t want to be driven insane by continuing to have to reside with one another.

    My point is more general. The leave home and strive to buy your own house pattern doesn’t HAVE to be the only one. Society could be organized differently. Lots of societies elsewhere in the world have been organized differently. In some societies communal living arrangements are the total norm. There is no expected goal of “moving out”.

    In my stubbornness I’m the kind of person who sort of wants to just reject all of the expected goals as a kind of protest. I want to strive for none of them and achieve none of them and live my own way. Of course it’s far too late for that since I’ve already achieved a number of them without really trying that hard.  Still I wish there was a way to get people to understand that a lot of the reason we think these things matter comes from social conditioning and not any inherent value in the thing in itself. We should strive to re-examine our goals from as neutral and objective a perspective we can in order to figure out what will really bring us happiness and give us a sense of fulfillment in our lives

  • lately

    I lie in my bed, head pounding. Nearby my roommate watches old vlogbrothers videos on her quest to “get caught up”. Currently John Green is calming himself “stupid stupid stupid” for something having to do with his brother’s birthday. I am out of it. My mind wanders.

    Yesterday. Night. I dreamed. I was home and I was home at the same time. My parents were disappearing. And there was a fire. I remembered it vividly and I thought: I will write about this. But instead I turned around put my head back into my pillow and tried to sleep. I didn’t succeed. But I didn’t want to remember and so I didn’t. And now I don’t. The cat moves from her position at my feet to try and find a better more comfortable position apparently on my face. But I don’t mind. The cat helps me relax.

    Earlier today. I watched season 6 episodes 3 and 4 of Lost. Slowly getting caught up. It’s all about destiny. I recall that Sawyer says “Maybe some people are meant to be alone.” And there’s always John Locke’s demand “Don’t tell me what I can’t do.” Point. Counter point. My head still pounds. Locke is told to accept that there are just some things he cannot do and take a more “realistic” job as a substitute teacher. How many of us fail to accept that? How many of us strive to do things we can’t do and never learn that there are things that aren’t worth striving for? How many of us give up and don’t strive for things we could do if we tried? I really need to finish getting caught up in this series.

    Prior. Unable to sleep, I awaken. Head is starting to hurt. I pick up my now autographed copy of Looking for Alaska. I’ve wanted to reread it so I can write about it. That put’s it in a rare special category of books that I read more than once. There are very VERY few books that make it on that list. The Hobbit, Everything written by Kurt Vonnegut, The Legends by Weis and Hickman, The first 3 books of A Song of Ice and Fire.  A few others. Generally most books I read once. I don’t read fast enough to waste time re-watching. But also most movies I watch once. Most television shows I only watch once. Most everything I only do once. What do I do with all this extra time I should have for not re-experiencing stuff? Nothing. Except I write.  But not today. I read about two chapters before I realize that this book is not exactly the cheerfullest way to start a new day.

    After. My roommate knocks on my door. After a groan I get myself up from my semi-lethargic state. I pause the Lost ep I was watching. Kick the cat off my chest. I get the door. “I have to tell you about the dream I just had!” she says.  I’ve been up all day but she is nocturnal so she just woke up.  I sit down. She tells me. The creativity of her dream astounds me as they always do. At night her subconscious creates entire new worlds. I wonder where imagination comes from. Does it come from dreams? Are we born with it? If you don’t have it can you get it? What’s the going rate on imagination?

    Immediately. Something in our conversation or in her dream reminds her of a song she wrote. There’s a dull thumping in my head. She borrows my laptop and looks up her song on gmail and sings it. It’s beautiful. I tell her she should take a video of herself singing it and put it on youtube. A bit later, she reads a lot of the poetry she wrote back around the time she created that song and in the years following. She’s looking for a specific poem but never finds it. I guess it’s lost. It’s interesting but in my hazy mind I understand the poems she reads. Usually poetry holds little allure for me since it’s generally incomprehensible. Some of these poems she’d sent to me in the past and they were just as inexplicable to me as all other poems. But now, read aloud they make more sense. I think I’ll make it a rule then never to consume poetry in a non-audio form.

    Long before. After giving up on re-reading Alaska for now, and after contemplating and rejecting going to work to get caught up, I decided that if I’m to finish my overdue anti-SGU post, I might as well get caught up on watching the series. That might make the writing easier. Before I had watched only the first 7 episodes.  Today I watch all the way through 14. All the time I watch there is an over-needy cat demanding my attention. Giving the cat attention is, for the most part, more entertaining than watching the show. Nothing in the show resonates with me. And as I watch I feel more and more detached from what I see and from the world in general. There’s just this… empty feeling. And a piercing sensation starts to build around my temple.

    Meanwhile. One of my friends and I exchange some IMs. She tells me of her xbox being completely fried and she tells me of the possible nearby opportunities to fulfill her bucket list item of wanting to meet Richard Dean Anderson before she dies. How strange that I seem to keep finding myself connected with Stargate nerds? But alas looks like she can’t see RDA this year because her trip to Hawaii is already planned and comes first.

    Not too long ago. My roommate hasn’t eaten in like 17 hours and I haven’t eaten in like 8, so it’s probably a good idea to get food. We travel forth and there is a massive storm brewing. I can’t find my phone so I leave without it. We head to the grocery store looking for rotisserie chicken. Alas they are out. So we go to grocery store 2 and they are. So we go to Boston Market, only to find it’s closed. Storm clouds still brewing and a big roiling storm flowing over us.  We drive on. Finally finding a far away KFC. We seem intent on eating poor tortured chickens today and we won’t be denied. So we do (and yes, I do feel bad about that, a little). Though they are out of mac n cheese which we also couldn’t find at either grocery store, at least not the kind we wanted and were denied at boston market due to their closedness. As I drove, my heart beat at an accelerated rate. I feel this need to get home. My eyes keep turning upward toward the storm clouds. Several times I imagine crashes I could have. Things that could go wrong. It’s really dark. Hard even to see the lines on the road. My head starts to hurt more. But fears serve no purpose asides from making me uncomfortable. We make it home without significant event. The storm was blown in a different direction and most of it missed us after all.

    Now. I’m here. Still here. Thinking. Time passes. An hour and a half I took to write this entry. Another thirty minutes spent trying to decide what to write or summon the will to write the many things I’ve long wanted to write.  Here and now there is little but the stiffness in my limbs from lying here so long. My eyes droop out of tiredness. But I don’t want to sleep. My roommate still watches various videos.  My head still hurts. My friend is still online.   And that’s a day.

    We live in a strange world. There’s so much even in the most quiet and uneventful of days. So many thoughts. So many details. We’re taking in data, feeling, dreaming, remembering. Our minds wander. We imagine when we can. We hope when we cannot. We despair when hope fails. And all along we perpetually doubt.

    I’m not sure why I wrote this and I’m even less sure why anyone would read this to completion. But if you did, thanks. I’ll write again tomorrow.

  • stress dreams

    I’m sure you all know what stress dreams are. It’s those typical manifestations of an over stressed out or tired subconscious. Typical ones involve like endlessly digging a hole, shovel full after shovel full,  or constantly being forced to run a race that never seems to end. They are probably the easiest dreams of all to interpret. They’re pretty straight forward indications that some aspect of you feels you need a break.

    I don’t usually have a lot of dreams at all. But last night weirdly I had my first real stress dream that I can remember.  Weirdly I don’t think I’m all THAT stressed in life right now. At least not nearly as stressed as I’ve been in the past. I can honestly say I’ve been in much worse situations. Right now things are mostly just in boring equilibrium with only some slight risks. Though having my tax return money come in would certainly help alleviate my stress considerably. The only other stress I feel comes from the need to meet minor obligations and promises I’ve made that really shouldn’t matter that much.

    Nevertheless I had my stress dream and it was quite interesting how it manifested in me. I didn’t dream of running or digging,  I dreamed of moving.

    In fact, I was back in College and I was trying to move out of my dorm room on like the third or fourth floor. No elevator. I was just grabbing boxes and junk hauling it downstairs and trying to fit it into my car or van. Then back up the stairs. Grab more. Back down the stairs. Back up the stairs. Back down the stairs. And so on and so forth. Over and over and over again.  Weirdly I had a lot more really heavy furniture and massive boxes of books in my dream world than I ever owned in real life. I was doing it all by myself too.

    A lot of the stress was playing like a Tetris game of trying to fit everything in while I was packing so I wouldn’t have to make too many extra trips. And I kept worrying that I might accidentally crush the Fish. That’s right the fish. Apparently in my dream I had a pet fish of some kind that might get crushed if I packed incorrectly.  I also had to make sure the cat was safe and the cat had to be nowhere near the fish so he wouldn’t eat it. It was really REALLY important. My dream self was sweating bullets and overwhelmed by fear. Of course irl I had neither cat nor fish while I was in college.

    I also felt super rushed during this dream. It was like the OTHER class was going to move in soon and so I had to get all my junk moved before they came on Monday. And it was Saturday when I was moving. And then I’d have to drive a whole car load or van load of stuff all the way home to Delaware, unload it and then drive all the way back and fill up my car with more stuff.

    In my dream my college roommate who was the same person who was my college roommate in real life was nowhere to be found and so I had to move all HIS stuff too. And I had to make sure not to damage any of his stuff too adding to the stress.

    And then it got kinda funny cuz I wasn’t done by the end of Saturday but I was really close so I came back on Sunday to finish the job only to find my roommate had returned with LOTS MORE STUFF!!! I don’t know where all his extra stuff came from but I was super exhausted and so I had to start moving stuff again. Up and down the stairs. Drive back and forth. Up and down. Back and forth. And I kept finding more stuff I’d missed or forgotten whenever it looked like I was getting close to done. My dream self never got mad. He was just resigned. Resigned and exhausted and feeling a desperate need to finish.

    I woke up soon after that, still having not finished moving everything and it left me with this overwhelming sense of incompleteness and failure.  It was not a pleasant feeling. Really made me not want to go to work today.

    I don’t know what it means that I associate moving, driving, college and my old college roommate with being under stress. And I have even less of a clue what a fish and a cat have to do with anything. Probably nothing.

    Anyway do you have any recurring stress dreams that plague you? Feel free to share!

  • political incentives

    The most important thing you get drilled into you from studying the entire history of the discipline of economics is that absolutely everything is driven by incentives. That’s why we understand that if you create a system where the people in charge of running large financial institutions can gain enormous personal fortunes by taking large short term risks, eventually you get people running large financial institutions willing to take those large short term risks. And so on and so forth.

    Political creatures are also driven by incentives just as much. And the more money goes into our politics the more perverse incentives distort the political system. Much has been written about how these incentives lead politicians to advocate for weaker bills or to block nominees or overturn regulations or otherwise act in a manner that benefits their donors over their constituents. But there’s one way in which politicians receive a perverse incentive that gets little attention that arises strictly out of the electoral system itself.

    Basically, weirdly, a politician when a politician is the only party willing to fight to fulfill the wants or needs of a constituent group, he has a strong incentive not to completely fulfill the most important component of that constituent group’s agenda. The reason is simple. Retaining that constituent group’s loyalty and enthusiasm is far more important to the politician than doing the right thing.  As long as the group has nowhere else to turn in order to see even a fraction of their agenda fulfilled, the politician can be assured their loyalty so long as they do something that benefits the group. Often it’s best for them to do the simplest least important elements of that group’s agenda and hold off the big elements that serve as rallying cries until some indeterminate time in the future.

    We see this frequently lately in the Democratic Party. There are certain core issues that remain rallying cries for certain constituent groups that they know they would get no traction on if there was instead a Republican administration in power.  For example, for Unions Card Check is one of their core issues. For LGBT groups repealing DADT and DOMA are their major driving agenda items. For several environmental groups passing Cap and Trade was one of their core agenda items. For several civil liberties groups closing Guantanamo Bay was one of their core principles.

    Note. None of these things have happened yet.

    Imagine though had they happened? What if President Obama came in and bam closed Guantanamo Bay, repealed DADT and DOMA with a sweep of a pen, passed Card Check and went right on from there to work on trying to push Cap and Trade and Health Care Reform.

    There are two ways that could go. Obama could have earned enormous respect and adoration from his base who were willing to support him to the end of time.  OR after the cheers died down, people would become complacent and move on and stop worrying so much and not show up in the polls. In mean time he would have outraged his political enemies and made new enemies from those who might have been willing to work with him.

    Far easier, from the politican’s perspective to pass the smaller easier changes wanted by each of those constituent groups that show that the administration is on their side while keeping those popular galvanizing issues on the table to campaign on during the next election cycle. Hence you can retain their loyalty for cheap with little political risk to yourself.

    Now as it turned out, President Obama managed to make those same enemies and outrage those same people unexpectedly by just trying to pass a very conservative health care reform bill. But that wasn’t an inevitability. The opposition party did not have to be that irrational.

    I think rational self-interested politicians, generally perform this kind of calculus and come to the conclusion that moderate actions combined more extreme rhetoric and promises is the maximal method of securing continuing re-election. Only when a politician no longer has to worry about getting re-elected are they likely to fight hard for the more extreme changes that they truly believe are good. So only then can you determine whether or not the politician really meant those political promises they made.

    On the other hand the back and forth bouncing of the political cycle often makes it that by time the politician no longer has to worry about re-election there might not be enough other politicians in a similar situation who are willing to support the larger proposals most desired by their constituencies. Hence our entire political system tends to always favor tiny moderate changes even in areas when great change is needed and for which there is a lot of support.

    For this reason it’s really important to have more than two viable competitive parties in any political system. Constituents need to be able to turn away from a candidate and have somewhere else to turn so that they can pose as a credible threat. We’re seeing the benefit of a system like that in Britain right now where a third party candidate is proving a credible threat precisely because of the two major parties, one gave lots of good promises and didn’t deliver over the last 13 years and the other doesn’t express views agreeable to a large percentage of the population. As a result they not only get a more robust debate but it also increased the probability that more will get done. Each person in power needs to do more than token gestures to satisfy their constituents in any areas where they face competition from any other party.

  • today

    Happy giant ball of rock teeming with parasitic lifeforms hurdling through space around an even more gigantic ball of plasma with perpetual thermonuclear fusion explosions occurring in its core Day! Or something like that. I’m a programmer dammit, not a scientist.

    GOOOO PLANET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • writing

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    waitwaitwaitwait…
    I…I thought… I… love?…. writing…



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    But I still like writers.