McCain: Still A Douche, Ctd

Politico actually managed to use the word “tortured” to describe the long history between Chuck Hagel and the ornery, failed presidential candidate. But class difference is the really telling point:

Among the more than 58,000 Americans killed in the war, 84 percent were enlisted men and all but a sliver of these were without a college degree. Hagel himself had just a few college semesters to his credit. His teenage brother Tom was fresh out of high school when they enlisted in 1967.

More than race or income, it was this education divide — promoted by draft deferments in the 1960s — that most explains those who were in combat in Vietnam and those who were not. That history, which McCain knows, was what made it so striking last week when Cruz, a sophisticated Princeton and Harvard Law graduate, seemed to question Hagel’s patriotism by his line of questioning before the Senate Armed Services Committee.

That was when McCain finally had enough of the newest Joe McCarthy in the Senate. But he was still capable of letting Hagel twist in the wind so his buddy Butters could gain some far right cred in South Carolina.

Where Have You Gone, Barack Obama? Ctd

Daniel David Luban, in an address to the National Consortium of Torture Treatment Programs on February 13, examined the Obama administration’s record on accountability for torture. The bleak but undeniable truth:

It would be wrong to say that the Obama Administration did nothing to fight the media blitz of the Friends of Torture. They did that one thing—releasing the torture memos.

But their other steps were all in the wrong direction. The most painful thing to understand is how tenaciously the Obama administration has fought any form of accountability for torture. This, I’m afraid, is a depressing story, but it’s one that needs to be told.

The President gave an early hint in an interview ten days before he took office: ‘I don’t believe that anybody is above the law. On the other hand I also have a belief that we need to look forward as opposed to looking backwards.’ He added that he didn’t want the ‘extraordinarily talented people’ at the CIA, who are ‘working very hard to keep Americans safe,’ to ‘suddenly feel that they’ve got to spend all their time looking over their shoulders and lawyering up.’ Transition team staff explained that they feared a CIA “revolt” if Obama prosecuted Bush-­‐era war crimes.

‘Looking forward rather than backward’ became the mantra. Superficially, it sounds like common sense, but a moment’s thought shows how fatuous it is. Would we ever say it about a murderer or a rapist? ‘Let him go – we should be looking forward, not back.’ Of course not.

“In fact, ‘look forward, not back’ sounds more like the pleas of Shakespeare’s arch-­‐villain Richard III. In one scene, Richard the Shameless tries to recruit a woman to help him woo her daughter shortly after he has murdered her sons:

Look, what is done cannot now be amended….
Plead what I will be, not what I have been;
Not my deserts, but what I will deserve. (Richard III, Act 4, scene 4)

The plain fact is that law enforcement demands looking back when the law has been grievously violated. Otherwise we might as well have no law at all.

Benedict’s Radical Precedent

Pope Benedict XVI Delivers Angelus Blessing - February 17, 2013

In a rather brutal review of Benedict’s failed papacy, theocon Joseph Bottum worries about it:

[T]he modern world doesn’t really need to see in the pope a model of competent administration, nice as that would be. It does need, however, a public reminder that we are not incapacitated as human beings when we age and prepare to die. We are not to be tucked away or compelled by moral pressure to remove our lives and deaths from public view. The older vision of life is the more complete one, and in today’s world, perhaps uniquely, we are in special need of remembering that.

Besides, there remains the problem of political theory that the aftermath of San Celestino’s abdication taught us. If popes can resign, then popes can be forced to resign, notwithstanding the fact that the church believes they are chosen with guidance from the Holy Spirit. And after they resign, what then? What are we to do with them? The sheer presence of a retired pope in a Vatican monastery may prove a burden and distraction for his successor. And if, with Benedict in 2013, a retired pope does not seem to pose a direct political threat, that hardly insures that no future retired pope will prove so. The political portions are part of the pope’s job, too.

I have to say that, as the days go by, the radicalism of this traditionalist Pope’s resignation continues to befuddle me. Like Bottum, I don’t see why he could not have appointed a few capable administrators, cut down on global travel (Wojtila’s peregrinations were unprecedented and unwise), focus on his writing and core papal duties, like celebrating mass on important occasions in Saint Peter’s, but otherwise simply being the Pope.

Maybe his illness is more pronounced than we know; maybe that bump on the head in Mexico was a reminder of his age; maybe the loss of mystery amid social media exposed him more than he ever anticipated; maybe he’s just dead tired (and who could blame him?). But I don’t think the current Queen of England would ever abdicate from old age – even if she were less capable of doing a far more demanding job. Why? Because she understands that she is an institution as well as a human being; and that institution requires careful maintenance. Throwing the rulebook of centuries out of the window – thus changing overnight the entire political nature and context of the papacy – would never occur to her.

So why to Benedict? Was watching John Paul II waste away deter him? Or does he sense or understand, in fact, that what he presided over is and was one of the darkest eras in the church, that the crimes he enabled are so horrifying when viewed in their entirety and his record of negligence and cover-up before and after he became Pope has rendered him morally incapable of leading such an institution – indeed in need of withdrawal, reflection and penitence? He prefaced his resignation with the words: “After having repeatedly examined my conscience before God,  . . . ” A reader notes:

If the reason for the Pope’s resignation was physical inability to do the job, the relevant thing for him to have examined would have been his medical records.  I don’t see where his conscience, before God or otherwise, really fits in — unless he’s referring to something else? Later, the Pope says:  “Dear Brothers, I thank you most sincerely for all the love and work with which you have supported me in my ministry and I ask pardon for all my defects.” (emphasis mine)

Is there an implicit admission of guilt here, an acknowledgment that his “defects” in dealing with “rapid changes” have actually led to the condition he cites, i.e., the church being “shaken by questions of deep relevance for the life of faith”?

I would like to think so. I don’t doubt that Benedict was and is horrified by the ubiquity of child-rape in the institution he effectively ran or co-ran for thirty years or so. And I simply cannot believe that he does not understand his own role in it. John Paul II could sustain some sort of denial. Not Benedict who, since 2001, had every single case of alleged child-rape in the world on his desk. He knows more about the criminal conspiracy the Church was engaged in for decades than any other human being on earth. He knows the darkness within better than anyone else. Maybe he is withdrawing out of fear, trying to ensure his successor doesn’t open up the full files to the world. Or maybe he is doing this radical act to shake the system he knows by now is rotten to its core. I do not know. But to give up hope that someone in the hierarchy of the Catholic Church might actually respond to this massive legacy of child-rape would be to give up on the hope of the Holy Spirit.

We need to let the sunlight in again. We need penitence from the very top. We need more transparency from the Vatican in history. We need to see all the files on all the rapes of children the Church has in its possession. Or rather, the criminal authorities need to see them. It’s odd that defenders of this papacy have always said that at least Benedict did something, unlike John Paul II. And yet they do not see any connection between the worst crisis the Catholic Church has known in modern times and the most radical move by a Pope in seven centuries.

They couldn’t possibly be connected, could they? I don’t know. And we may never know. But go watch Alex Gibney’s earth-shaking HBO documentary Mea Maxima Culpa and think about it. To see what is in front of one’s nose …

(Photo: Faithful hold a banner reading ‘You are Peter, stay’ as they attend Pope Benedict XVI Angelus Blessing at St. Peter’s Square on February 17, 2013 in Vatican City, Vatican. The Pontiff will hold his last weekly public audience on February 27 at St Peter’s Square after announcing his resignation last week. By Giorgio Cosulich/Getty Images.)

Give Up

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Melissa Steffen details what we’re giving up for Lent, as gleaned from Twitter feeds:

If past years are any indication, it’s likely that social media, chocolate, swearing, and alcohol will take top honors among the Top 100 most frequently sacrificed personal vices. Ironically, the analysis came from Twitter’s API, which Stephen Smith analyzes each year to provide a look at what people say they plan to give up for Lent. In 2012, the analysis looked at a series of 300,000 tweets.

The top 10 from 2012:

1. Twitter
2. Chocolate
3. Swearing
4. Alcohol
5. Soda
6. Facebook
7. Fast food
8. Sex
9. Sweets
10. Meat

And number 11? Lent.

(Photo via Instagram.)

Why Mickey Is For Chuck

This Kaus post is almost a Platonic one. Why, one asks, does Mickey wants Chuck Hagel to become defense secretary? So it will so piss off the House they’ll prevent immigration reform! It takes him a couple of days to come to a brilliant insight like that one, but brilliant it is:

In my lifetime, at least, Washington (in between elections) seems to have operated less like a football game and more like a dysfunctional family. Everyone has to have something to take away or else all hell breaks loose. The more Republicans get out of the next few months apart from immigration, the more they’re likely to let Obama have his amnesty. And the less they get …

Go Chuck!

Go Mickey!

Ponnuru Channels The Dish

I could have written this post myself – and have done quite regularly for several years. Funny it appeared in the NYT and not Bloomberg or NRO. Money quote:

Conservatives should retain their skepticism about government intervention, the preference for letting markets direct economic resources and the zeal for ending government-created barriers to economic growth that they inherited from Reagan. In his first Inaugural Address, Reagan famously said that “government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem.” The less famous yet crucial beginning of that sentence was “in our present crisis.” The question is whether conservatism revives by attending to today’s conditions, or becomes something withered and dead.

One concrete example Ramesh gives is a great one:

The Republican economic program of the 1980s also fought against government-imposed restrictions on economic activity: decontrolling energy prices, for example. Today we should target different restrictions. Software patents have become a source of unproductive litigation that entrenches large tech companies and inhibits creativity. Republicans shouldn’t support those patents. Economic growth has to trump corporate executives’ campaign donations.

3.5 Percent

We’re slowly getting a sense of how many TGBQLX people there are in America. I.e. how many homosexuals, lesbians and transgenders there are in the population. When I was a newbie gay, the mantra was 10 percent. We were “one in ten”. Seriously.

This immediately struck me at the time as a) obviously propaganda and b) ridiculously insecure. There was no way to know for sure, given the ubiquity of the closet back in the 1980s, but ten percent is a hell of a lot of people: 30 million. Why did I keep bumping into faces I recognized wherever I was in the US? If it were really ten percent, where were they all?

And why on earth does it matter if we make up 10 percent or 1 percent? A minority’s civil rights are not dependent on how many of them there are or how large a segment of society they form. Do we say: sorry, guys, you only form 2 percent, you don’t meet the minimal bar for becoming a minority? It’s not like running for the Knesset. It struck me then and now as part of a wearying tendency among some gays to think that every straight dude is just a few beers away from being gay (that’s not how it works); or a desperation to feel somehow more significant because of larger numbers.

Which simply make it all the more of a relief to see that Gallup has finally come up with a believable number of around 3.5 percent. (Check how gay your state is here.) DC is the super-gayest “state” – but that is a little distorted since DC is really the inner city of a larger metropolitan area and the gays tend to congregate there. But there’s also the attraction of politics for gay men. If you’ve ever spent much time among the staffers on the Hill, you’ll know what I mean: the US capitol makes the Vatican look straight.

My pet theory for why this is the following.

For many young gays in the past – and who knows if this will continue in the same way now the stigma has waned so much – the prospect of dating girls was so scary and the prospect of dating boys so impossible that they buried themselves in some kind of nerdiness. I threw myself into scholarship, my repressed homosexuality enabling me at the age of 17 to translate English into different Latin styles, following Cicero or Tacitus. Man, repression can make you smart. Others went into baseball scores; or entertainment trivia; or obsession with PSB B-sides; or knowing how many Republican votes could be found in some Cuyahoga County. Some kind of virtual life – lived with passionate intensity.

Hence the political gay. Hence Mehlman and Ambinder and Nagourney and McGreevey and Wofford and Zeleny and Bruni and Brock and Berke and on and on. Because repression is declining, we may never again get someone obsessed enough to produce the Almanac of American politics. But if that future person exists, chances are they’ll be living in DC. So much gayer than New York.

The Truth In Fiction, Ctd

Ian McEwan admits he’s occasionally doubted the God of fiction:

Like a late victorian clergyman sweating in the dark over his Doubts, I have moments when my faith in fiction falters and then comes to the edge of collapse. I find myself asking, “Am I really a believer?” And then, “Was I ever?” First to go are the disjointed, upended narratives of experimental fiction. Oh well … Next, the virgin birth miracle of magical realism. But I was always Low Church on that one. It’s when the icy waters of skepticism start to rise round the skirts of realism herself that I know my long night has begun. All meaning has drained from the enterprise. Novels? I don’t know how or where to suspend my disbelief. What imaginary Henry said or did to nonexistent Sue, and Henry’s lonely childhood, his war, his divorce, his ecstasy and struggle with the truth and how he’s a mirror to the age—I don’t believe a word: not the rusty device of pretending that the weather has something to do with Henry’s mood, not the rusty device of pretending.

However, a childhood revelation reminds him that fiction can also contain all that’s true:

Things that never happened can tangle with things that did, an imaginary being can hold hands with the flesh-and-blood real. He may live in your house, as a Henry of my own once did, or he may read all that you have read and even make love to your wife. The atheist may lie down with the believer, the encyclopedia with the poem. Everything absorbed and wondered at in the faithless months—science, math, history, law, and all the rest—can be brought with you and put to use when you return yet again to the one true faith.

Recent Dish on the truth in fiction here.

The Pope’s Hidden Injury

La Stampa has some interesting details about what happened when Benedict XVI took his last trans-Atlantic trip to Mexico. It helps explain the resignation:

“At the start of this highly important international trip, the Pope confided he was facing it with a “penitential spirit.” On 25 March, the Pope’s last day in León – the prelate explained – we were in the house of the Capuchin Sisters and Benedict XVI’s head was bleeding as he got up. His collaborators asked him what had happened. The Pope said he had not fallen but had banged into the basis about an hour before the meeting. He had got up to go to the bathroom and as usually happens when one gets up in the middle of the night in a house that is not one’s own, he didn’t find the light switch immediately so he moved about in the dark.”

The Pope had a similar but nastier accident in Inrod, in Italy’s Val d’Aosta region on the night of 16 July 2009. He fell from his bed, fracturing his wrist…

The Mexico incident, which was seen as irrelevant at the time, has been interpreted quite differently by the prelate who was part of the papal entourage, in light of the public revelation made by the director of L’Osservatore Romano. “That day, after dinner – he said – I was told about the jokes exchanged between the Pope and his personal doctor. As he treated the Pope’s head wound, Dr. Patrizio Polisca had remarked: “You see Holy Father why I am so critical of these trips?” With that dash of irony which is so familiar to those who know Benedict XVI well, the Pope replied: “I am also critical…”

The idea that he might have had to stay in Mexico in a hospital and be unable to return to Rome apparently rattled him. My concern is that John Paul II’s constant traveling – unprecedented at the time – could come to be the norm. And it’s brutal on those over 70.

Beholden To Beauty

Christopher Shea investigates the contrarian scientists questioning the connection between beauty and truth:

From Euclid and Pythagoras down to 20th-century physicists, many who explore the underlying laws of the natural world have seen truth and beauty as inextricably intertwined. “Beauty is a successful criterion for selecting the right theory,” the Nobel Prize-winning physicist Murray Gell-Mann said in a much-quoted TED talk, in 2007. In their popular-philosophizing mode, physicists like to quote the poets Keats (“beauty is truth, truth beauty”) or Blake on the subject of nature’s “fearful symmetry.” Indeed, the theme of this year’s meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of Science, next month in Boston, is “The Beauty and Benefits of Science.”

Unfortunately, [mathematician David] Orrell writes in his new book, Truth or Beauty: Science and the Quest for Order (Yale University Press), “It is easier to claim a theory is beautiful than to show that it actually works, or makes sense.” … Orrell also thinks it is more useful to study the behavior of complex systems rather than their constituent elements, a preference that’s perhaps not surprising given his academic and professional experience. At Oxford, his Ph.D. involved predictions involving “nonlinear” systems, including the weather.

Relatedly, Tim Hawkins, musing on Kant, sees the political and social value to our aesthetic instincts, especially as they relate to art:

Kant defines beauty as being judged through an aesthetic experience of taste. This experience must be devoid of any concept, emotion or any interest in the object we are describing as beautiful. Most of all, the experience of beauty is something that we feel. Whether you think this definition is too narrow, too wide or completely bat-shit crazy, you now have at least something to think about and come up with your own ideas. The most redeeming feature, I think, in Kant’s definition is that beauty is universal: It is the only experience on this earth that can be felt by all of us, without a need for communication. In this way it gives humanity a ‘sensus communis’ or a sense of harmony, because of common feelings that transcend race, religion or politics when we see something purely beautiful.