WHY NOT, THE RONALD REAGAN MEMORIAL SEWAGE TREATMENT PLANT?

First, they came for my airport, and I said nothing. Now, they’re trying to rename my main thoroughfare, 16th Street. The bastards want to make it Ronald Reagan Boulevard. I have much grudging respect for the Gipper. But the District of Columbia was one the few places to thoroughly reject Reagan’s reelection. They won’t let that drop. It’s seems they’ll keep forcing the Great Leader’s name on us until we recant our decision in the 1984 election.

By the way, a big shout out to Tom Davis, for having the sense to stick up for DC on this one.

posted by Frank.

YOU CAN STOP PATTING YOURSELF ON THE BACK

Yes, blogs can create nice communities. (Thanks, by the way, for your hospitality this week.) Yes, blogs can help provide an important check on powerful (and sometimes irresponsible) media. Yes, blogs can help you sell your book on soccer when links to amazon are embedded in superflous sentences. But let’s not get too excited about the blogosphere’s political and social importance just yet. As this study shows, the audience for blogs is comparatively small for now. Therefore, I’m not so ready to say that this medium will revivify American democracy. True, it allows many people to rant, blowing off steam that might otherwise turn into dangerous passions. But, if we’re speaking calmly, it seems the blogs greatest contribution is to slightly expand the elite political discussion. For a long time, the circulation of opinion journals like TNR and NR had stagnated. But the biggest political blogs have expanded the readership of opinion to an audience that goes beyond those magazines. What does this mean? For starters, people want political opinion, but aren’t willing to pay for it. (Andrew’s gnarled fingers bleed in the production of opinion and you won’t pay, ungrateful swine!) Or possibly people have shortened attention spans. They’ll sit for the length of this post (are you still with me?), but they’re too busy and too ADD to sit for a 7,000 word essay in the Atlantic. If blogs lead people further into a world of political ideas, well, color me a booster. If the evidence shows that they come at the expense of other forms of reading, then let’s get hysterical.

By the way, I’m disappointed by the New York Times editorial on blogging. It really says nothing. The Times should be vociferously attacking the blogosphere. Blogging deserves a loyal opposition.

posted by Frank.

OUR RURAL CAPITAL

Washingtonians have a unique term of art to describe migrants from the rural South-or possessors of the migrant mindset-who don’t quite get urban living. They are known as “Bamas.” Remarkably, decades after the last major wave of migration, rural ways of life continue to persist in the heart of the city. George Pelacanos, Washington’s great crime novelist, has occasionally evoked this in his vast oeuvre. Characters will travel through a neighborhood and notice chickens in a front yard. A piece in the WaPost’s local weekly insert describes how large chunks of the city continue to rely on gardens for fresh vegetables. In part, the explanation is troubling. Supermarkets simply don’t exist in certain poorer sections of the city. Although the piece doesn’t get into the cultural history of the city, it also yields a charming conclusion. People grow their own greens, because old ways die hard.

posted by Frank.

MY MESSY DIVORCE

I’m a Washingtonian. This is, all in all, a wonderful thing, except that for many years it denied me the pleasure of a home baseball team. As a child, this meant adopting the nearby Baltimore Orioles. And for a time, this relationship served me well. But then, when puberty and political awareness hit, I began to feel less than comfortable with the team. In part, my alienation was cultural. Baltimore plays “Thank God I’m a Country Boy” during the 7th inning stretch. At that moment, I wasn’t clear on my belief in God, but I was certain about the fact that I’m no country boy. Then, team owner Peter Angelos began to sacrifice the soul of the club. Namely, he bought a goon named Albert Belle to the team. This purchase caused my entire world view to explode. How could I argue the Orioles’ moral superiority when they had Belle? I couldn’t. That year marked the beginning of my long divorce from Baltimore. The pace of our separation has accelerated rapidly with the arrival of the entirely loveable Washington Nationals. To establish our identity as Nats fans, we have had to agressively distance ourselves from our neighboring fans. More to the point, we need to despise them and foment a rivalry with them. Angelos has stirred this pot by conspiring to keep the Nationals off television. (A long story that I won’t get into here.)

In other words, I take some pleasure in watching the Rafael Palmero crisis unfold. I hope that it redounds against the Orioles, and I hope that the Nats sweep the Birds next year in interleague play. Amen.

posted by Frank.

TORTURE FETISH II

Marty Lederman shows how the latest revelations of brutal murder by torture of prisoners by U.S. soldiers was clearly authorized by Bush administration policy. Must read posts here and here. Eventually, the denialists will realize what has been authorized from the highest authorities. More reason to back the McCain and Graham amendments to rid the military of this metastasizing cancer of abuse-as-policy.

– posted by Andrew.

BRIT PRIGS EVERYWHERE

Yesterday, I asked the question: Why do American audiences take such pleasure in reality shows filled with nasty Brits like Ramsay, Cowell, etc. For days, readers had generously suggested how I could enrich myself in African investments and enhance my penis size. Yesterday, the inbox began filling with cultural criticism. I’ll post a few compelling theories today. This comes courtesy of Alex Massie:

“To answer your question, however, I’d hazard that for some reason American TV executives are happier with the harsh judgements on success and failure being handed down in a British accent preciesely because failure has, as a concept and fact of life, been largely outlawed in American television (this is, I think, proved by any of the daytime talk shows in which someone else is always responsible for everything bad and miserable in your life). Cowell, Ramsay and the nannies are refreshing, therefore, precisely beacuse they are candid and demand that contestants or struggling parents be responsible for their actions. Their (comfortable yet sufficient) foreignness helps them do this and gives them a patina of authenticity that would denied an American presenter for whom the audience might feel little sympathy if they were seen to be too “judgemental”… A British judge, however, offers just the right mix of familiarity and distance so as to make such nastiness acceptable and, even, mildly thrilling.”