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How you found yourself here I have no idea! Really! Unless you're a bot, in which case hello there former SSR!This is a placeholder goodbye. Time for times to be changing.There was a weird consolidation that happened when I wasn't paying attention. The Awl, where I've done the bulk of my work, migrated to Medium kind of like a WeWork but forwebsites. I also had been putting some stuff up there because,frankly, it was easier than arguing with an editor, and I was in a space where avoiding arguing with an editor came at a premium.But boom, there it is, so basically all the stuff that I'vewritten in the past ten years, and care to hold out to the world as stuff that I've written, is now available in the same place: this place.This raises a question! If all the stuff that I've written in ten years that I care about is over there, then what does that make the twelve years and four thousand something posts that appeared here? Well, that makes this a blog, and those blogposts. Some of them were long and well-considered. Not many of them. Most of them were written in a familiar and authoritativevoice, as if addressing a specific and loyal audience, withrunning jokes and asides and assumptions of casual knowledgeof topics that appeared before. That was fun to do, but it wasa fiction. I monitored the stats. There was occasionally sometraffic, but the only times that the traffic was statisticallysignificant it was because some actual source of content linked up something from here. If there was ever a measurable audience, and I'm going back to the age of blogs, when we allhad links in the sidebars of our similarly ridiculously named compadres in blogging (Oh hey there, look at that, to the right), it was about a hundred people. And I was honored to have that then, and I'm honored to look back on it. But things change! And so do I. Reluctantly.What happened was that the need for me to share my thoughtsin this particular medium finally diminished below the need for any potential reader to ever come here. This version of this blog started in September of 2004. That's more than three years ago!I have friends and colleagues that were not yet in high school then!Needless to say there was no Facebook and no Twitter and hell the ashes of MySpace were not yet cool then. Even if I were to only publish in this space, the interconnectedness of everything(to Facebook, that is) would make it so difficult that it wouldalmost like writing something on a typewriter, xeroxing it and waiting for someone to ask to read it. (Also: been there.)So, for the time being, I am freezing this thing in amber. No need to kill it dead, as I wouldn't want to kill 4,000 somethinglittle bits of what I wrote, so I have from now until when Movable Type stops working to find a way to archive safely. Andfrankly, I want to keep the real estate, just in case.But it being 2016 and all, if you really want to hit me up, Twitter is a good place. I'm always there.Thanks for everything! See you later.I'm gonna miss these primaries, specifically for the Republicanhalf. Never has there been a more sad-sack hopeless assemblage of deluded types who either thought that the electorate mightaccidentally nominate them and/or that Jesus called them on the Jesus-phone and said, "Hey run for president!" And this was a field day for people who like to make fun of people whodeserve being made fun of. (I am a person that likes to make fun of people who deserve being made fun of.) An embarrassment of riches.Like Bobby Jindal! My God,the man as governor drives his state of Louisiana into the toilet like he was bobbing for turds and then struts around likehe's a common sense answer to a problem that doesn't exist. Andthe people of Wisconsin might have some very personal, union-bustingreasonsto hate the guts of the governor who got pranked by a callerpretending to be a Koch brother, but this lazy-eyed walkingpile of off-the-rack has the presidential temerity to claimthat his bald spot was caused by bumping his head on a cabinetdoor.Ben Carson, Lord bless him, either in real life or in a selfcommissioned velvet painting, managed to not make a lick of sense and look disinterested while doing so. And Mike Huckabee, whoseprincipal accomplishment was to put the gruntled back intodisgruntled. These were somevile individuals, politicians who believed that leadership required a dogmatic persecution of the poor, freeing the upperclass of the responsibility of taxes and intolerance of anyoneunwilling to thump a specific translation of the Bible, individualswho deserved scorn and calumny on the basis of their contributions to the species. Consequently, makingfun of them was like tee-ball. Even the moments of lucidity from some of the other candidates, like self-certified ophthalmologist Rand Paul and failed greatwhite hope Jeb Bush, were brief and quickly forgotten asthe next debate devolved into dick jokes and school-yard nicknames. And even that was funny! Neither Paul nor Bush is as intrinsically clowny as the eventual nominee, but as every devotee of American comedy knows, it ain't nothing withouta straight man. Paul seethed at social media stunts like a manwho lost a bet, and Bushwas somehow humanized by his slow realization that he was the butt of a joke that he could never head off at the pass. Even the smug bullying of Chris Christie and the sweaty recitationsof memorized sound bites by Marco Rubio were not despicable enough to prevent the pathos from overwhelming the Schadenfreude. If Ifall down a flight of stairs, it's tragedy, and if you falldown a flight of stairs, it's comedy; when they fell down a flight of stairs it was like one of those episodes of Louie, funny and harrowing at the same time. And GeorgePataki, what's a George Pataki? The finest political moment of each of these failed candidates was the day they conceded,which for each seemed the most liberating day of their lives.Jesus sure did call them and tell them to run, because cometo find out Jesus has a wicked sense of humor. This has been some next-level comedy, with the jokes notjust writing themselves, but emailing themselves to you, with the hard words spelled out phonetically.And now, as of the results of the Indiana primary, the jukeboxgot unplugged and the chairs are being put up on the tables.A "Day of Reckoning" some have called it, but we had it prettygood, dammit, and when will so many people deserve and receivebeing made fun of again?***Acknowledged: making fun of political figures is a dated sport, like Rollergames, or Pong. Vitriolic take-downs maydate back to Swift and his predecessors, but to spend one's time acting the wag, dispensing scathing bon mots, is adecidedly Dad thing to do. And it's losing, if not has lost, that sweet sweet 19 to 34 demo who, while susceptible to moments of great political fervor so long as somethingis being occupied or a revolution is being started, don't so much care for the fun-making. Things change,is probably the best scientific explanation why. And at the same time,I, no member of the 19 to 34s, will click over to Daily Kos which bloomed in that golden age when we all digitally pulledtogether to back John Kerry to spur him on to defeat and thebereftness that followed I will click over and be totally embarrassed by the content and tenor thereof. "Sheeple, MSM, derp," are terms of art that did notso well survive the intervening years. It is a different time, and the fashions of the day are fixed points in time that onlytravel with them who lived it. Even Rachel Maddow, of whom I would speak no ill, can seem a relic of a different age ifyou squint in the right way.Twelve years ago, the rise of the Internet commentariat andwhat we then called "weblogs" and other personalized digitalpublishing experiments, was the arrival of universal mass communication opportunity. If you could afford a computer and a dial-up ISP (or had a library card), you could write thingsdown that you wanted other people to read for some reasonand then get these words out with an ease then-unequaled. And the fact that communities sprang up whether the first-wavebloggers that became the gatekeepers of the new media industriesthat arose or the dedicated members of e-groups like Kossacks [sic] and other grassroots collectives meant that your words were actually being read to surprising extents. Granted,these were all echo boxes (and the intended paradigm of Web 2.0,imploring you to take the conversation to Kinja), and further granted that communities of like-minded had been happening IRL for millennia, but it was intoxicating shit, and intoxicating enough to convince the members that the tensor hundreds of like-minded in your little circle was in fact the entirety of the Western world, and, why, if you all agreed that John Kerry was going to win handily, then by Godthe polls that say otherwise are outmoded and don't understandthe power of social media! (This argument is of coursereiterated every half-generation or so.)And the chosen tone of discourse at that time, duringthe go-go years of the latter Bush Administration, was sarcasm and irony. These digital citizenshad grown up on SNL and been nursed through the 2000 electionby that guy from Short Attention Span Theater and a fakeTV president played by Martin Sheen. Someone even coineda word to describe the cynical sarcasm and irony applied to public figures and events: snarky. And on the internetthe snark was applied liberally, as each little writer couldimagine themselves the host of their own little televisionsegment, or 21st Century hybrid of Hunter S. Thompson and Dorothy Fucking Parker, quipping like there was no tomorrow, leaving serious burns in their wake.But now (following a torrid but memorable lost weekend with smarm), the Way We Talk Now is more straightforward (even though we still frame things with the Way We _____ Now). If therecent past was the age of engaged-but-distanced commentary, nowis an age of advocacy, and the imperative voice. Here are five things you should know, and why you should know them! Anddon't forget the things you didn't know, which is especiallyalarming in the seventh example! This is largely marketing speak, of course, just so we know who to blame, but it comes from the same place as the intention behind political discoursein social media. It's aspirational instead of bleak, and it's pop instead of punk. It doesn't know; it feels like, which likeknowing but it actually matters. And it definitely does notseamlessly mesh with any Swiftian desire to burn it all down, with words.Could the telling difference be that fun-making is mean-spirited? Because it is mean. There's nothing polite or civil about making fun of people, about wanting the people being made fun of to know that they are being made fun of, to know that there is some aspect of theircharacter that is worthy of derision, to know that (to paraphrase PresidentSheen or one of the other dudes on that show) good peoplehate them. Again, there is dissonance between making fun of public figures and joining with your hashtag squad to makea difference. And if this aspirational element of current discourse is believing that change can be achieved in modern discourse, making fun ain't nothing about that. To make fun of, say, Carly Fiorina becauseshe conflates her business experience with business successwill never change a thing. The world will never, never unite to unanimously disapproveof Carly Fiorina or any other odious political figure. Even the fallen, the Richard Nixons and the Roy Cohns, are still revered by their faithful, and history book rehabilitation attempts popup like brushfires. But, if one can make some fun, be mean, be hurtful, then that's at least something. The bad guys of the world may well never loseand keep all sorts of power over everyone else, but theycan never take our spite from us. And if the tears of odiouspublic figures is the best we can attain, then let's do, and ifthe particular character defects of these monsters can be made more clear to a casual observer, then more the better.***Oddly enough, in thinking about people whose characterflaws beg to be made fun of, Donald Trump would have come up even if he were not running for president. He is a walkingpunchline prism: no matter which way you look at him his history, his successes, his appetites, his appearance,his vanity, his appetites, etc. there is a vacuum ofredeeming qualities. Even his fingers are little and shifty-looking.And none of this stood in the way of his current success.All of the fun-making in the world did not save us.In the past the primaries wereless a barn-storming preview to the general than they were a considered (but raucous) appeal to the party faithful. Acertain number of delegates had to be acquired through fiftystates of arcane rules and regulations, as well as consideringthat no appeal to the faithful could be so doctrinaire as to be used against the candidate in the general. Primaries were nota blunt force exercise. Then came the Obama campaign in 2008. He certainly wasas shrewd at the math of a primary as any eventual nominee, buthe also began to take on the sheen of a movement large,energized crowds, sweeping social media campaigns, memes even! And the result was (regardless of theacrimony he has earned) a two term president. It changed the playing field in discrete ways, but it gave the illusion that in order to be president one mustn't be a solid, stolid candidate, competence incarnate, but instead be a rock star.Donald J. Trump is that rock star. Hewas never other than a joke candidate, to those who thoughtthey knew how to predict these things. But in a crowded field, Trump got his orange ass all sorts of free television,by saying controversial/racist/outrageous things that a certain portion of the base wanted to hear. Like a dog-whistle, but for people (i.e., a whistle). And his inability to describe what he would do as president other than be a really fantastic president matched perfectly an electorate's disinterestin hearing anything other than how fantastic a president would be.Reporters expanded their definition of reporting to include counting attendance at rallies and noting the Nielsen ratings of televised debates. Even the tandem of Ted Cruz and John Kasich,respectively the most frankly evil and the most amiable-at-any-castscandidates, could not kitchen sink their way in front of Trump.Voters were leery of Cruz, a man wearing a mask of human flesh made tolook like his own face, and Kasich's mouth was always full.Trump may be an asshole, but was is the asshole that aslice of America has been waiting for. He may well be shrewd,but he bullied his way in, with his movement, convinced ofsome unspecified time that America wasn't great, or something.A lesson learned is that in having a president likeBarack Obama, a person who actually accomplished things,a person who was well aware of cynicism and political utility without ever succumbing to it, and a person who actually sparked a groundswell of support that led to a movement election, was purely an accident of history. There have been (and will be) people of similar character, and there have been (and will be) people of similar appeal, but the oddsof someone being both at the same time are like the odds of Leicester City winning the Premiership it happened andwe saw it, but we are not counting on it next year.***But we have more election to go, and now that Donald J. Trump is the presumptive nominee (I still say that he's not the healthiest looking old white dude, but what do I know), we that make fun have a very unique problem. It's like this. Ihave a little dog, a Boston terrier. She is awesome of course,but she is also ravenous. She has never been the type of dogfor whom you could leave a bowl full of food out, all day long,that she could snack on when she felt peckish. No, the food in that bowl has a lease on life measured in seconds and notminutes. And I've always been curious: if I just opened a 20 pound bag of food and dumped it on the floor and then left the room, would she actually ever stop? Well, naturally she would stop, but would she stop at the point she could eat nomore? Could she stop herself, for reasons of discomfort, or even of danger to her own health? Personally, I bet, returning to see how she did, there wouldn't be a whole lot of food left, and a dog that might need a trip to the vet.It's still six months to the general election, and there's notmuch that Trump says or does or decides that is not worthy of mocking. We'll have to see if we can handle it better than my little dog.So when we were in high school we had a surprise birthday war. Afriend had engineered one wherein my mom encouraged me to drive therest the way home from the store for the first time, and so I was already sweating it pretty hard when I walk in the house andit's a surprise party. I was surprised, plus also, it was on.So for the one friend who was the architect, a bunch of us(with pop and cake of course) snuck into his house at four thirty in the morning, and then hid in the basement while his dad went up to wake him, "Pipe's burst in the basement, Steve, come downand help me with it." So Steve was in his tighty whites andhalf-asleep when we happy-birthdayed the hell out of him.This is all irrelevant (other than for nostalgia!) but for onemoment: as we were laughing and getting giddy on Jolt Cola as the sun was rising that Saturday morning, we were also playing records, as one did at the time, and of course we put on "Purple Rain". It had been out for a year or two already, so we all had it pretty much memorized. And so in our perpetual teened-upstate, it only seemed natural at the end of the title song for me and another guy to lock arms to form a bridge of sorts andanother friend, Chris, to hang upside down by his knees from our arms and air guitar the solo at the end. And I still rememberit clearly, decades later!This is a very dumb and trivial thing with which to remembersomeone so indelible as Prince. He was a lot of things to a lot of people, easily the most ubiquitous genius of the modern era. Gender and race andart and politics and culture and keepin' on keepin'-on Prince was about all of that, and there are naturally gonnabe a couple million words written about him as the worldtries to remember what the world was like with Prince in it.But Prince was also the soundtrack of my entire life,and of the lives of everyone I grew up with and I'm certaina whole lot more people than that. And while the entireuniverse is sad about this, and a lot of lessons are beinglearned about how to make it through this mortal coilin remembering how Prince did it, sometimes you have togive credit for becoming a fixed point in the history of culture.Only a handful of people in history get to do that. Prince didthat. I think that's neat.These are just a few things to get off my chest, as today is Primary Day in New York State, and the first one in my memorythat could possibly have any effect on the nomination of a candidate I might vote for.I've been trying to stay (in my heart) neutral, preparing myself to vote for the candidate that the nomination lays on my doorstep as long as they opposed the Republican ticket, purely on account of Justices John G. Roberts and Samuel A. Alito, Jr. and thecircumstances of their selection and their future counterparts that I hope to see prevented from happening. But as Iowa caucused and all of the Tuesdays Supered, it started to get a little bit chippy out there. No need to catalogue the complaints; either youknow them or you closed tab sentences ago and are happily annotating something. But the chip was unique, becauseas the primary approached here in NYS and ad dollars poured in, the chippiness in real life on the sidewalk, over the "water cooler" began to first rival and then lap the day-to-day anonymous hostility thathas loomed over the internet since the first time anyone everenabled comments. Lines drawn. Choices chosen.We began to envy Captain America and Iron Man for thecivility and lack of vitriol of their little garden-clubdust up (coming to theaters this May!).And I realize that the past four months have been, and probably the few weeks will be, comprised entirely of every last person with a login and a password yammering on and on about how they're a College Student For Hillary or a Woman For Bernie, and I realize further that the aggregateeffect of all this thinking out loud is solipsism as the most annoying anesthesia ever. This piece, too, is not muchmore than me talking about me and my ideas and how theseideas should be widely shared because they are my ideas. Butnow is the time for all good men lorem ipsum, etc. And even though I'm markedly disappointed with the pitchforks andtorches, I was hoping these campaigns could remain a level ortwo above fan-fic, and I am mildly surprised that the madness of crowds is madder and crowdier than ever. It seems that, with this election, we do not get to approach the convention with anything like consensus, and no one is escaping this primary without a black eye or a bloody nose.So then. Today I'll be voting for Hillary Clinton, becausenot only is she the most qualified candidate running (in any party)but also because,of the humans currently running, she is the human I would most like to see be president. But, in the spirit of the contest, I do not want to let this opportunity pass without saying that BernieSanders is a bad candidate who has gotten a pass because people are either scared of his fanbase of pissed-off but liberal disaffected typesor are fans of garb indie bands using Bernie to move a few more units.But bad nonetheless.***Fortunately the inanity of endless repetition of theways that Bernard "Bernie" Sanders is a candidate thatI would urge you not to support even though he is an international celebrity who is a bro of the Popeno matter what the Pope says is a little less likelythanks to Robin Alperstein, who over the weekendpublished eleventy million words detailing, after legitimateamounts of research, the many waysthat her disaffection with Bernie tends, and,as they say, I urge you to read it no matter who you had sign your commemorative tee! And please forgiveif I refer back to it, as it is quite encyclopedic, plus also credit where credit is due. First of all, duh go check the Alperstein with regardsto Bernie being a man who didn't have a job until he was forty and since then has held safe seats in Congress from where he could distance himself from theDemocratic Party and offer many platitudes but noactual legislation. Because that's the crux of myestimation of Bernie as a dude in his eighth decadewho claims to have done a lot (marched with cough cough,stood behind people signing legislation, subscribed to zines!) but hasn't really done that much at all, otherthan writing checks that his ass can't cash. And this list of dubious accomplishments is reflected in what passesfor Bernie's policy positions. It's a matter of record that when it comes to policyBernie is very good at bellowing and not so good at saying what he would do. Not even exactly what he would do, but even broad outlines of suggested points of action. Topoint out this absence of detail is to be fair controversialwith his supporters, but it is not a new criticism, andeven after a notable crater of an interview with theNew York Daily News in which Bernie seemed notonly sparse on detail but uninterested in them, hisanswers to questions of policy have not sharpened.It should be noted that the goals of these fuzzypolicy positions, the sudden transformation of Americansociety into a Northern European socialist paradigm,with universal healthcare and education and tighterfinance controls, plausible or not, are admirable, and in such sensethey're a bare-knuckle political choice. If you are to not support Bernie, you areopen to being accused of opposing this agenda, which would make you pro-Wall Street, pro-inequality, etc. Not fair?It's an election, and that kind of fairness is irrelevant. And even if I were the type to yearn for some transformational figure who is going to turn DC upside downor chase the bums out or whatever, Bernie's delivery is utterly unconvincing, a stiff-elbowed bellow aboutHOW CAN I DO THIS? I'M GONNA TELL YOU HOW! I'M GONNA RAISE A TAX ON WALL STREET SPECULATION! That may be no more deliberatelyignorant concerning what presidents are actually allowed to dothan any other candidate, but that is so detail-free as to be insulting, the kind of stuff that magic wands look at and shrug, "Not me, man." It is as credible as the kid runningfor class president promising pizza in the cafeteria every Thursday and not just every Thursday like it is now. It's "Make America Great Again!" without the fatuousness.And what is decidedly not fair is convincing a bunch of well-meaning people that the way you achieve these goals is by attending rallies and wearing buttons and being vocal on social media, and then later bemoaning the Establishmentand the Mainstream Media and generally theorizing conspiracy. The energy is fantastic and the fervor is commendable but when the energized realize that it takes more than a (self-proclaimed) movement candidate and one vote to upendsociety, the energy and fervor is going to quickly become disengagement, which is what we've been living with for thepast forty years. If Bernie were a more responsible candidate,he'd be stressing how change is hard work, and each successivestep in pursuing this change will take a lot more than an intro by Danny DeVito and a mini-concert by TV on the Radio.Bernie's stated mechanism to accomplish any or all of thisis that his campaign will start a political revolution thatwill sweep the country, and then anything that Bernie/VampireWeekend wants will be rallied into law. This I find not justnaïve but also a bit ominous. Revolutions, as we know them,are rarely peaceful and even more rarely efficient and controllable. It may be that Bernie has been less than deft in choosing his metaphor, or it could be that it's exactly the metaphor he intends. And the ominous part is that,any person who claims out loud to want to lead a revolutionis a person I inherently distrust, and any person that uses,"By leading a revolution!" as an answer to policy questionsis not someone that should be the titular head of the United States. I'm not saying that there is no need for revolution,I'm saying that even though his motives are presumably pureand his legion of followers are largely my friends,if you imagined any other career politician calling fora revolution to be lead by said politician, your Spidey-sense would rightfully be tingling. And all of the fervor,both from the candidate and the candidate's supporters, in support of BELIEVING in something instead of actually EFFECTUATING something that makes me most leery of Bernie.My comity with such a movement ends where the purity test begins.***Respect is due, if not to Bernie (and definitely notto the brains of his operation, Jeff Weaver, whose Agent Orange strategy is mystifying and odious), but tothe many people who've fallen in behind him, largelycharacterized as young although some of my affinity groupin the Bernie camp do not qualify as such. Their motivesare unimpeachable, and what they want is something we should all want. Yes, a certain fringe that cross-identifies with GamersGate and MRA and other such vicious nonsense have done Bernie no favors, nor has an unnatural antipathy forBernie's opponent, but you can hardly blame anyone for buying what Bernie is selling.But here is the truth of the matter: Bernie will not win. Heis not mathematically eliminated, but barring the unknown (the asteroids, hurricanes, etc.), he cannotwin an actual majority of delegates prior to the convention. Andyes Jeff Weaver has made it clear that he wants to win on the floor of the convention, to convince delegates pledged to Clinton that theyshould switch. But this scenario has a similar problem to theproblem that the GOP has in derailing Trump: the good will (andendorsements and support) that Clinton has garnered is legitimate,and moreover, supporters of Bernie have been railing at theseClinton delegates/superdelegates in ways that create no good will, and in fact only increase good will for Clinton. Just as the GOP can'tignore the millions of primary votes Trump has received,Bernie can't expect to win over a party that he has basically been running against all along. The scorched earth strategycould pan out if he could win outright; he can't.In a recent commercial, the campaign insisted that it would pursue its goals of recreating a society with the inequality removed and not listen to the "the pundits andthe naysayers," which implies that all that has stopped what I presume Sanders thinks of as the "Establishment" from previously achieving this utopia previously is that there were somepundits and some naysayers standing directly in the path, arms crossed, tsk-tsking. That is a crazy thing to think, and crazier to promulgate.Distrust the Democratic Party all you want, but keep in mindthe fact that we are essentially bicameral when it comes toour nation-wide political apparatus, and one of these nation-wide parties (not the Democrats) is winning in terrible ways, andthe way they are winning is by taking bottom-to-top organization seriously. Being president is one thing, but control the Congress and load the Supreme Court and thenthe President is out-gunned. National rights movements are another one thing, but control the state houses and then you get endless waves of cynical legislation forbidding localitiesfrom forbidding discrimination of these rights. And STEMeducation is yet another one thing, but install an ideologue onthe school board and you get curriculum that won't teach history.The Republican Party (and, more importantly, the shadowRepublican Party of the Koch-level donor class) is winning those fights, to such an extent that in many ways they don'tneed the presidency. And (again, consult the Alperstein)Bernie's interest in down-ballot candidates is only recent, andonly extended to not enough candidates to fill a bowling team.Bernie may be running on big ideas, but he's disregarding(to say the least) the apparatus that, even though conventionaland establishment, has been working towards these goals for generations.A goodly number of my friends who are Team Bernie have expressed displeasure with being starry-eyed optimists, dupedinto marching lockstep with an implausible candidate, and I empathize. But dancing around the definition of pragmatismis not the most convincing argument, and believing that sixtymillion people will share your enthusiasm because you'vestumbled across the first purely moral campaign is a bit ofa stretch even if you believe that a bare majority of Americansof voting age give a single shit about anyone below them on the totem pole (also: stretch). It's confirmation bias. No problem with anyone's personal choice or the degree of support granted, but to start to see politics as some sort of Holy War in which everyone gets to be the Salvaged Remnantso long as they accept the gospels of Bernie in their heartalso sets off Spidey-sense in a way not so different than a safe-seat Senator piggy-backing a party he never supportedto proclaim himself the head of a revolution. I hate to disagree,but in this case I do. I understand that there is a sense of purpose, and it is very compelling to believe that a couple of generations of disconnection and futility can be undone by giving twenty-seven bucks to a campaignfor a bumper sticker and a Twitter meme, but is there some version of Occam's Razor that applies to unicorns? If not, there should be.But for me, the biggest warning sign, the most glaring formerly-living canary in this particular coal mine,is the adopted hashtag of the campaign. #FeelTheBern is the dumbest hashtag I'veever seen, and I think that all hashtags are dumb. I can remember social media campaigns for candy bars that were more catchy and sophisticated that #FeelTheBern, andyet the screens of America are filled with actualgrown-ups believing that slipping into someone's mentionswith a #FeelTheBern is persuasive. When fervency prevents you from the self-awareness that yourpreferred hashtag is dumb, you need to question your fervency.It's fun to get solidly behind something, so solidly thateveryone who does not also get behind it is committing a sin,but when we support insipidness, we all lose. #GoBernie! #Bernie16! Those both seem to convey the sentiment without coming off as conceived by someone with a passing interest in metaphor. But boy is that an insipid hashtag, and it feels very good to get it off my chest.I sincerely hope that I'm overstating my worries and suspicionsover Bernie's campaign and the nature of his support, as I amnot wishing ill on anyone, and there's more work to do, for the rest of this election, and for all the elections after. And I understand that having one's candidate criticized, or one's advocacy questioned, is a dodgy venture thathurts feelings, which is nothing I enjoy doing. I do hope that I'm wrong, and am willing to admit it where I am. Except with regard to the hashtag, which does no one any good. This is something I didn't realize until I read this piece: it's not that there are more universities, but rather thatmore institutions are calling themselves so:...the practice of applying the term "university" to organizations that are not universities or only slightly resemble them has a long history. The University of Phoenix was originally the Institute for Professional Development. The for-profit DeVry Technical Institute, originally DeForest Training School, became DeVry University. The same conversion happened at Grand Canyon College, Strayer College and Kaplan College -- today, for-profit universities all.Elevating colleges into universities is also widespread among traditional public and nonprofit institutions. In the 19th century, states created hundreds of "normal schools" to train women to become public schoolteachers. Most are still in business today, and still prepare most new teachers. But nearly all have followed the same path of naming inflation: from normal school to teachers college to college to university.If you see a public university with a compass point or city designation in its name -- Northern State University at Anytown -- there's a good chance it was once a normal school.Some of the more heinous for-profit universities are cited in the above, but the jumping-off point of the piece is therecent notoriety of Trump University (which was forced by the NYS Attorney General's office to rename to the less-confusingTrump Entrepreneur Initiative), so it's important to make thedistinction: For-profit universities are slimy and mostly makemoney by getting dupes to take out federally-guaranteedstudent loans (for which loans said dupes are on the hook for the rest of their natural lives read Maria Bustillosfor more on this), while (formerly) Trump University was a more straightforward con, kinda like selling some sortof nerve tonic that would make you big and strong and then browbeating you into singing praises before you realized thatyou were not big or strong. What they both have in common is that they rely on a bit of bait-and-switch when it comes to advertising the outcomes ofan "education" as it relates to job prospects, good fortune, etc. And that they are slimy.But a salient point, the thing that I hadn't noticed untilit was right in front of my face, is that yes there are in fact more universities now than there were when I was university-aged, and the reason for it is that advantages were seen in the lack of regulations preventing institutions from overstatingtheir practice by calling themselves a "university."Shorter, the reason for it is that people are greedy and will dupe the gullible at every turn.Recommendation: if you are looking for deft political reporting/writing that carries on the deft tradition of deft political reporting/writing, then you would enjoy readingthe work of Jeb Lund in Rolling Stone.Lund snagged the assignment of following the GOP candidates during this land-war-in-China presidentialprimary, which has offered him the opportunity to writethe political obituaries of an all-star line-up of Republicanhopefuls. The Jeb Bushone is very good, as is the one for Ben Carson, which nicely eulogizes Carson's Potemkin candidacy. But most pertinent to this last week is this fork stuck in the candidacy of Marco Rubio, which holds a special placein my heart, as Rubio was everything that the Party everwanted in a candidate (and had wanted for a long time), andaccordingly not only did he never caught on, he never ever caught on like never catching on was a point of pride.Yes Rubio was maligned for being young and yes Rubiowas maligned for being a lightweight (and for being small), but Lund captures exactly the extent to which this shallownesswas a feature and not a bug. Rubio was almost vat-grown from the laboratories of the right-wing thinktank apparatus created by the billionaire donor class (popularly referred toas "the Kochs"), first by memorizing focus-tested dogmaticpablum, and second by being fed and watered by the safety-net of sinecure PAC administration and endowed university positions created by the same billionaire donor class. This is Lund discussing why Rubio could not spout the firebrand nativist rhetoric of Donald Trump:Marco Rubio couldn't do that, because nobody at the American Enterprise Institute had written that script dozens of times in synonymous policy papers over several decades. Ironically, the one idea the prophet of a New American Century could neither understand nor express was one that sounded new to anyone under 40. The only lines he had left were ones everyone in the audience at home could already guess. He could scare the shit out of you about ISIS, or he could scare the shit out of you about the American Dream.Rubio didn't just stand a chance against Trump; he didn't stand a chance. The billionaire donor class may give the impression that they are the function of popular will, but theydon't care for the popular will any more than they care forwage protections of their employees. They just want the presidency;they don't want the vote that is required to install a president. And in the meantime they will employ every emptysuit that will tow the line. Rubio was their man all along.Sorry! Tangent. Read Jeb Lund, read all of him.And of course you might not be in the market for deft politicalreporting/writing. Different strokes, different folks, etc.I empathize, as I sometimes feel the same way about the entire process, and the process coverage that passes asnews, as Lund felt about Rubio's stirring-only-to-thinktanks farewell speech:In little over seven months, everything's gonna all beexorable again, just like it was before. Keep calm and follow your meme.The appeal of non-fiction to me is that it is really hard. You think that relating actual events that actually happened is as easy as explaining how your vacation was around the water cooler,but it is not so. In any event there is a vast spectrum of elements your who/what/where/when/why, basically and choosing which of those to describe is an awfullot of rope with which to hang oneself. And God when you starttalking about people, and the things the say and the motivesthat no one can ever ever know, in most cases not even the actor, and then you realize that every word you choose is itsown little dastardly Observer Effect, it's all a but daunting.Which is also why I love reading it, because sometimes that choice of one word just crystallizes this big messy fistfull of things you know vaguely but can't express succinctly into a concise, coherent realization. The example in question is in the context section of this story on Saturday's day of conferences at South By Southwest devoted to discussingharassment in the gaming community. Two paragraphs, to explain to the audience what this is all about:Much of it has centered on the games industry and is associated with a grass-roots movement called "#GamerGate," a term used by a group of people who are fighting against what they say are unfair portrayals of video game enthusiasts as anti-feminists and misogynists.But, paradoxically, people associated with the movement have systematically targeted and attacked women online, including women like Ms. Wu and Anita Sarkeesian, a feminist cultural critic who focuses often on video games and game culture.GamerGate is a topic that I'd assume that most Media Twitter Users are at least passing familiar with, while the average NYT Business section reader is probably less so,hence the need for context. And we that are aware of GamerGateare also aware that they are a troublesome bunch, and could express so given two or three sentences, if lucky,or at least a paragraph describing the background, with the last sentence or two detailing the trolling, and the sham moral outrage pretended in the course thereof, etc. (This at least would be the case for me, evidently.)But then, up there in the second paragraph, I stubbed my toeon the word paradoxically, and damn if that doesn't pretty much nail the central aspect of the objectionabilityof the men to comprise GamerGate, that their stated goalsare in direct contradiction with their on-the-record actions. I know, it's silly to get all hepped up at one word, but when non-fiction works in those incremental ways it justmakes me glad that I'm not Burgess Meredith in that episodeof "The Twilight Zone."Further: now that I think about it, explaining how yourvacation was around the water cooler is not as easy as it seems,at least for some of us. Your vacation is comprised of what happenedand funny incidents and hopefully an epiphany or two and sadlysome stuck-in-traffic or yelling-at-the-kids and on top of thathow it made you feel, which is a big messy stack of data to translateinto three sentences, with maybe an anecdote pending favorable response.No, what is easy to yammer about over the water cooler is what youthought of "Hamilton" after you scored some tickets. Opinions are easy; facts are hard. See: most of the internet.As long as we're fixating on Success Academy (and more on that below),this bit of reporting from Capital New York (which is really stellar when it comes to local coverage) contains probablythe best sentence ever in the context of a story concerning the kind of rhetoric that Eva Moscowitz uses when talkingabout relations with the city (and presumably whenever she opensher mouth):And in this specific instance, a squabble over the city's pre-K program and the participation of Success therein, the factsare way more complicated, and boringly so. The city was requiringall third parties pre-K providers to sign a certain arcane documentin order to receive funding, Success was refusing on the grounds that it thinks that pushing de Blasio around is good for business,Success had a hard time convincing the press and a judge thatthe document, which all other providers signed, was so onerous,and they lost it in the courts. This should be one big nothingburger of a story, but Sucess being Success they wentand launched a big "de Blasio's pre-K program is poopy" pressrelease campaign presumably out of hurt feelings.It should be, and is, a yawner, but it is yet another exampleof how Success Academy and its synechdoche Eva Moscowitz neverever pass up an opportunity to be be obstreperous and claim some sort of moral superiority in promoting its business. Ifthey ever decided to stop acting like the villain of a series on CW then maybe they'd save some money on PR.And further, just because Success is a vile, greedhead venture commodifying the education of our kids does not mean that every charter school out there is also vile/greedhead.Public education has long been deprioritized as a function of themunicipality, and as a result there's an awful lot of schoolsin some communities that you wouldn't want to go to. And at thesame time there are a lot of people trying to find a way to do better, and using the the charter school paradigm to do so.Having said that, if a charter school is nothing but a thinly veiled bid to find a way to make big bucks off of education just like Adam Smith would have wanted, then that charterschool is unworthy of respect. Success is one of those.There's a follow-up story from the NYT detailing how Success Academy, prior to the release of a damningvideo showing a Success instructor basically emotionally abusing a student, pressured the student's mother to objectto the release of the video. This is not a surprise, given the track record of Success Academy in NYC. Last yeara Success school was discovered to have a purge list for students,confirming suspicions of critics that Success was boosting test scores by cherry-picking students. Sensitive to thecriticisms, Success attracted notice by switching publicrelations firms, which is the kind of thing that is not an admission of guilt but certainly the act of a businessthat has the spare money to worry about public perception.But back to the student (or as Success jargons them, "scholars,"with par for the icky course) in question. When it became evident thatthe Times was going to run the story, successively moreimportant Success executives urged the parent to not cooperate,which efforts were apparently scuttled when Moscowitz talked overthe mother at a public meeting when she detailed her concerns.Here's the part that makes you take a small break from reading the story, in which to weep:"She [the student] used to tell me: 'I'm never going to get it. I just don't know. I'm not as smart as the other kids,'" Ms. Miranda [the mother] said. "I would hear that from her, and I'd be like, 'Where are you getting this from?'"When she saw the video, Ms. Miranda said, she understood her daughter's dejection.It is also revealed that the student and her familywere at the time living in a shelter, which, again, is not a smoking gun, but Occam's Razor isn't just a river in Egypt.Success, and charter schools in general, have an image problem.For example, the fact that Success has long relied on the support of students and parents is a luxury not afforded public schools. Sure, teachers unionshave had public demonstrations (and struck!) but have they ever given the student body the day off with the proviso that they bebused up to Albany to be a backdrop for an imperious Gov.Cuomo? No doubt many of these families earnestly support the cause of Success, but it is impossible to escape the impressionthat they are being compelled to do so. And that's the kind of tactic that the product of free-market think-tanks do without compunction charter schools don't have the same ethical imperative that public education has. Public education is there to educate thepublic. Charter schools are there to divert the flow of moneyearmarked for public education and slice a big chunk off the topto give to Moscowitz and the hedge funds that are capitalizingthese ventures. Doing something dodgy like using the kids forphoto-ops is absolutely fine so long as it is advancing the cause.Not only will the free market not solve everything, some things,like education, should not be a business, because business only care about results to the extent that it affects profit, and if profit canbe achieved without results, it will be.For the record, Moscowitz apologized, sorta kinda.The sky is falling. Of course it is! Remember, we are strict adherents to the concept of the Slow Degradation of All Things, and you certainly don't even have to be a lifelong student of realityTV to realize that we might be losing the word "Slow" from that sooner rather than later. From the environment to NYC skylineto the primary season we are in the middle of, there is an awful lot of suck out there and not a lot to ameliorate. And the way that we would hear about this slide into idiocy and chaos, our news media, be they legacy or digital, are by no means immune to the same maelstrom of irrelevancy. By way of reference check this essay by Chris Lehmann, chronicling the rancid soup that is the digital news venture in this day and age, and thebad habits they have innovated themselves into:The polite euphemism for such rampant self-prostitution in our brave new digital media world is "sponsored content" -- i.e., writing that's made to look, feel and read like actual journalism while promoting a paid-for commercial agenda. It's true that traditional print publications also engage in their own version of this subterfuge, but it's very difficult to mistake a plainly marked special advertising supplement in your daily paper that is overstuffed with propaganda ginned up by the Chinese or Russian government for real news. Meanwhile, blandly corrupt listicles and feature pieces gleefully swamp actual journalistic offerings in all manner of online news portals, from Buzzfeed to The Atlantic.I would be happy to report that if this "sponsored content"beast could be rounded up and put back in the corral then wemight have half a fighting chance, but even outside the rarefiedair of these highly-financed outfits, the ones that need tensof millions of bucks of revenue because some well-meaning doofcapitalized them for an amount north of that, in the placeswhere the motives are pure enough to think of a sponsored contentas questionable (or at least no fun to read), it's not much better.In fact, it's getting downright dull, as more and more writers decide that what the news really needs is yet another autobiography or another rote exercise in contrarianism. And that's the interesting stuff! Elsewhere entire zip codes of theInternet are automated curation zones, gardens full of headlinesin the form of a question looking for a couple hundred words of copy. Oh the inanity.And the appropriate irony, noted by Lehmann, is that the publisher of this very vital bit of gimlet-eyed observation is Al JazeeraAmerica, which was a little venture to bring a little more journalism onto our screens that failed miserably and quickly to boot. Just another victim. So: Lehmann's piece is good, buttrapped in a metaphor of the circling of the drain by ournews providers. (And also note that this certain provider decided to slam its own fingers in the door on the way out.)East New York is not my neighborhood. I live a mile or two to the west of it. It's a pretty different place than the Brooklynthat somehow got famous well away from the shores of theEast River, underserved by MTA buses and pretty much not served atby the subways other than on the fringes, East New York is oneof the remaining areas in the five boroughs that is uniformlyon the losing end of income inequality. It's a working classneighborhood, predominantly African-American and Latino, and over half of the couple hundred thousand residents live belowthe poverty line. And the fact that it's a marginalized community,of course, makes it a choice target for development and ultimately gentrification.Our mayor, Bill de Blasio, was elected promising to address affordable housing development, and East New Yorkis one of the neighborhoods that he has IDed as a zone that could be a home for new affordable units. The plan (an intendedrezoning of the area) is pretty faralong, with a vote scheduled by the City Planning Commission fornext week. Today, the environmental impact study detailing the possible effects and consequences of the rezoningwas released to the public. It's some somewhat dry stuff(though probably not to residents), with insufficient publicschool seats and a paucity of public outdoor spaces mentioned.I hope it goes well for East New York, and I am not confident thatI know what would constitute "well" in the context of East New York.But the reason I bring this up is the following, which is thereasoning behind the wholesale rezonings:It is the first of 15 neighborhoods the mayor hopes to rezone in a move to encourage more market-rate development that would help fund low- and middle-income housing. City Hall, realizing the challenge of attracting developers to the blighted East New York area, has promised to spend however much money it needs to ensure half the new homes are affordable to existing residents.This makes perfect sense on the face of it in order to effect the building of housing for middle and lower-than-middle income residents, bribe developers into making units that aren't as lucrative by creating brave newvery-expensive development opportunities. Simple math.But the question I have, and the question that I cannot answer, is how did we get to the point where this was the most common-sense way to address housing issues? Breaking this downinto specific questions:Why are there no private developers who are willing to build affordable units without incentives? Is this a question ofpure greed, inasmuch as why would anyone build something for a modest profit when they could build for a much healthier profit? Are we to that point?Is the government, whether city/state/federal, entirely out of thehousing business? I know that NYSHA projects are horror shows, evenbefore Sandy, with little political will to properly fund oradministrate. But, if private developers are too greedy, is it timefor a hopefully non-Robert Moses revitalization of NYCHA, whichwould have a nice little side-effect of giving a leg up to the 400,000 NYC residents already in NYCHA units?And finally, is there a place for existing housing stock in these plans? Obviously, with converting or rehabilitating existing stock, it's not the same financial opportunity (fordevelopers, hi!) than it is to rezone/raze/build from scratch, but there is an awful lot of existing units in this city, and many of them are quite lovely, whether the single-family homes or the four-story tenements or the pre-war giants with a 100 units or more. Is the endgame that all of these will go away and we'll all be living in glass boxes with some version of marble countertops? I don't know the answers to any of these questions, and the handful of people who are actual experts in housing issues pretty much onlyknow how to ask the above questions better. But it would be a shamenot to give this at least a half-thought before we turn every last neighborhood into what Williamsburg looks like now. (Which is icky.)And maybe ask who profits.Ultimately, it should be also noted that "market-rate" in thisinstance (and in this decade) is synonymouswith "unaffordable". This says something pretty ugly about themarket, which I'm pretty sure is a synechdoche for the Free Market, which, who exactly is it helping again? A small business story that got lost in the heady weekend beforethe Westminster Dog Show. Or the Grammys? One of them. Anyway:In a cavernous recycling facility crisscrossed with conveyor belts, enormous bales of crumpled plastic bottles are stacked one atop another, waiting to be sold to the highest bidder.For Waste Management, the company that runs this operation, collecting, sorting and bundling recyclables was until recently a profitable endeavor. A year ago, Waste Management could have fetched $230 for each bale of thin translucent plastic.But today, thanks to the glut of cheap oil flooding global markets, they are worth just $112 each.I like where we are as a species. Obviously, we need to be trying harderto ameliorate if not save the planet, but we've come a long way.We've banned a bunch of substances that just weren't good for thebiosphere, we try to act in harmony with nature (well, those of us who are not soulless punchlines to jokes too dumb to be told), and we really have embraced addressing the problem of what to do with our waste howto separate it, and take the components that can be repurposed and repurpose them. We should give ourselves a pat on the back!But we should also realize that these programs did not come around because of any collective virtue, but rather because rapacious companies like Waste Management found a way to make a buck off them. And since trash ain't nothing but a commodityby another name, now that commodities are dipping world-wide,so to is the need/desire to recycle.Even when we do the right thing we do it for the wrong reason.There are a couple of ways to read this NY Times story on the current status of start-ups with a robust home delivery component. The most obvious way is as it is written: there are a bunch oftech companies/apps/whatever they call themselves that involvebringing some product or service to the door of the user, and while these companies raised a bunch of money and receivedsome enthusiasm from the app-using public, they ran into the wall of high driver turnover. That is to say, they hired (or suborned or "partnered with") a bunch of drivers and thedrivers did not stick around. Why? The pay wasn't enough, forgreener pastures, whatever suffice it to say, there are retention issues.The issue is just one headache now troubling delivery start-ups,which have been among the hottest sectors of start-up activity in recent years. Based on a belief that the companies would succeed once they grew to enormous scale, investors poured more than $730 million into delivery firms like DoorDash, Instacart and Postmates from early 2014 through the first half of 2015, up more than 1,100 percent from the same period a year and a half ago, according to data from CB Insights, a venture capital analytics firm.But entrepreneurs and investors are beginning to find that the economics of making a delivery service work are far from easy.The other way to read the story is to flip it upside downa bit. Tech bros, as ever eager to solve the existential problems of the wealthy kid suddenly living on one's own, turn theirdisrupting attention to delivering. "Hey, if we develop anapp that connects people that need something delivered with people willing to deliver something, then we can skim money off the top AND we don't have to capitalize for boring shit like employment and insurance because we're just connecting deliverer/deliveree!" And then a different kind of tech bros, the kinds with giant stacks of cash, mindful of therewards reaped from funding so-called unicorns, think it'sa very good idea and everyone will get rich and here, have fifty million dollars!But then, as the app bros set the base rate to pay the deliverers (which kind of they shouldn't do as not-employersbut why do you hate progress so much?) ends up being notexactly the kind of rate that makes any sense for the deliverersto be paid, the deliverers are harder to find and even harder to convince to stay around against their better wishes.App bros sad! VC bros even sadder! The short version of that is, if the key to your businessplan is cheap exploited labor, and then the cheap exploited labor decides nuh-uh, that's not a bump in the road to Amazon-like ubiquity (and Amazon has a labor problem down the road, give it time), that's just a shitty business plan to begin with.This has been another cautionary tale about the sharing economy and the ways that it will disrupt usinto paradise.So two years and change ago I had a bit of what insurers calla Life Change Event. It happens to the best of us. (And sometimesthe worst.) It was hard to understand at the time, but the fact of this, that it happened to me, is utterly irrelevant to pretty nearly 100% of the 7.4 billion people on this planet. Coincidentally, I was called for jury duty immediately followingthis event, and ended up being a juror. An alternate juror, tobe honest, but this was a criminal trial, a good old-fashionedrape/sexual assault trial in Kings County. It was the kind of case where the alternates were not released at the startof deliberations, so there was all this fascinating shit happening with the trial, the culture of the courthouse, my fellow jurors, and not to mention that I was pretty fucking low for the entirety of it, thanks to the Life Change Event.And I had a pretty good relationship with an editor of a website at the time, and partly on a whim and partly just to, talk about myself, I shot an email saying something like,"Hey, how many pitches a month do you get that are all like, I'm on jury duty and learning weird things about myself, etc.?Ha ha." And keep in mind that back then, the heady days of 2013,the "learning something about yourself" thing was not yeta punchline in online publishing. (Nor was, "Here's what happened next." We were innocent then, and young.) And I wasexpecting a response that was more or less, "Yeah, ha ha." Whichit was. In retrospect, the whim was that the editor wouldrespond more along the lines of, "Well hey that sounds like an awesome thing and why aren't you typing instead of readingthis?" I share with my generation a general pro-circumspectionstance, but part of me did it so that I would have the excuse to talk about myself, so that I could say that it was notmy idea, someone else's fault. I wanted to be that personwho assumes that the person's personal troubles are somehow news, I wanted all the faves and the shares, and I certainlywanted a bunch of sympathy leavened with compliments. I wanted to confuse the reasons why one writes things for other people to read with how one feeds and waters a bunch of people to make them like you and want to be your friend.Ultimately I'm lucky that the editor is smarter than I am, that they most likely saw right through me, patted me on myhead and sent me on my way. I'm lucky because however temptingit is to be Mr Can't You See Me Suffer (long story, happy to tell it), it's just not a good look. And those who have gonebefore us and achieved moderate to better-than-moderate famehaving done so have never been able to escape the gimmick. Thisone will always be I Slept Around A Lot and that one I Did A Lot Of Drugs, and there's I Learned How To Pick Up Girls over in thecorner, with his grandfather I Learned How To Pick Up GirlsBefore You Were Born.All of this is to say, gently, that the places that the essay as a form are going, and I don't want to name names or point fingers because it is the trend that I am uncomfortable with and not the writers themselves (in most part), is not a useful place. Fifteen yearsago we were all wringing our hands of the concept of LivingIn Public, of whether we should embrace the sudden lossin privacy that technological advances brought with them, and seemingly this has somehow transmogrified into Let Me Tell YouAbout Myself. Popular websites traffic in this, and some editors are now pumping writers for dark secrets to be shared to a reading audience imagined thirsty. Even the NY Times is pinning its hopes for the future on a subsection that writes news stories in the first person (whenit's not trying to explain you to death). It's getting verycringeworthy out there.And I should say that yes, Jaya Saxena did write about being an alternate juror a couple years ago and it's a fun and smart piece, the kind of piece that is supposed to be the exception and not the rule. It's a bit of observing the worldaround her and not inserting herself into the story. And in reading it we understand a bit more about that slice of the world Saxena was inhabiting, and not so more a bit more about Saxena.So here's the thing about the Joker. (Nerd alert?) The Joker was easily the mostindelible of the bad guys created by Bob Kane (or as some would say, Bill Finger)as punching bags for his late 30s character Batman. And he was creepy! Clowns are creepy. And sure he was homicidal, at least to start, because all the bad guyswere homicidal, at least to start, at the time, but somehow the super-power of"looks like a clown, laughs a lot" caught in the minds of the kids, and stayed in the minds as the kids became not so much kids.And by the 1980s, when the kids were creeping past their 30s and all of a sudden funny books had to have a little psychology to stay relevant, a bunchof very very smart creators found a fulcrum for the whole men-wearing-underwear-on-the-outsidegenre in the Joker, a blank clown-shaped canvas on which to project a pathology. So then, is he insane? Misspent youth? Brain-damage? Actually, no he is some sort of ultra-sane person, a creation of the passage of time as evinced by the late 20th Century. Does the world make less and less sense?The Joker is what happens when you focus that senselessness, that disassociative,dislocating modern world, into a human morality structure you get the Joker.That's just a rough sketch, and if that's interesting give a shout and I'llpost a bibliography, but all I'm trying to say is that if you want a contemporaneousphenomenon, then take this current version of naked greed and cynicism and oily ickyness and you get Ted Cruz. Whomst I hate. And I'm ankles-deep in this last debate before Iowa and mildly cheered that he is being roundly ganged up onso I just wanted to say hi.

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