Sunday, April 28, 2024

No Labels Leaves The Building: What Now, Then, For 2024?


<Mike Luckovich (Atlanta Journal-Constitution)
wishes Mitch McConnell a happy retirement,
on his way out of the building...>


<i.>
Slowly but surely, after months of missed deadlines, and postponed reveals, the dream died -- not with a bang, but a whimper, to coin that timeworn T.S. Eliot phrase. On April 4, the forces behind the No Labels curtain finally confirmed what the commentariat had already gathered -- that it wouldn't mount a third party ticket for this year's high stakes Presidential election.

In its public statement, the group blamed a lack of suitable candidates: "No Labels has always said we would only our ballot line to a ticket if we could identify candidates with a credible path to winning the White House. No such candidates emerged, so the responsible course of action for us is to stand down."

Or, to put it another way, nobody wants to end up the punchline of a joke, nor their epitaph to read: "I helped Trump regain the White House." Which is why some two dozen-odd names --- ranging from Trump's last major rival, Nikki Haley, to 2016 retreads like Chris Christie, Never Trumpers like ex-Maryland Governor, Larry Hogan, and the West Virginia Gremlin, Senator Joe Manchin -- turned down the opportunity, it seems.

That left Democratic strategist Doug Gordon to tie a bow on the obvious: "It shouldn't taken 30 people turning them down, and tens of millions of dollars spent, for them to realize what was clear all along, they had no path to winning, and would only play the role of a spoiler." 

The basic premise of No Labels -- a joint Democratic/Republican ticket, primed for that ever-elusive commodity of "common ground" -- sounded breathtakingly simple, and infuriatingly head scratching, at the same time. As I often joked, "Does this mean we'll get that dream pairing of some free market militarist, and vaguely progressive-sounding second banana? What's the appeal?"

How would such an ideological tossed salad would ever work? No Labels never explained. Still, the concept appeared to pose a significant threat to President Biden's re-election hopes, especially among so-called "double haters" -- or voters who can't stomach him, or Trump. The group had gotten on 19 state ballots -- greased by its mysterious patrons behind the curtain, and their apparently bottomless checkbooks -- before it pulled the plug. 

Who were these masked men? Don't ask, don't tell. We'll never know, since anonymity is the coin of dark money politics. Thankfully, No Labels and left the building, and we're all the better off for it. Does this mean we shouldn't worry about other third party efforts? That depends, as we'll see.



<"Give 'Em
What They Want"/
The Reckoner>
Right-wing activist Jack Posobiec 
kicks off this year's
Conservative Political Action Conference>

<ii.>
Although Democrats are breathing audible relief, No Labels's announcement doesn't immediately change the unpleasant optics that dog Biden's re-election efforts. His approval ratings remain well underwater -- on a good day, hovering at just over 40 percent, on a bad day, slightly less -- and concerns persist about his age. We're talking about someone who'll be 86, if he actually finishes out his second term -- a Rubicon that many voters seem leery of crossing.

Younger voters have also soured on Biden -- notably, due to Israel's destructive militaristic orgy against Gaza, and lack of progress on priorities like student loan debt relief. How long they'll hold their grudges remains to be seen, especially if Trump's return shows signs of gaining traction again (and the white Christian nationalist police state he openly mulls about vowing to impose -- just read Project 2025 for those grisly specifics).

But let's put those factors aside, and take the arguments at face value. If Biden's past his sell-by date, isn't it time for a political savior, who can lead us to that shining city on the hill? Someone preferably unsullied by current events, and our tribalized politics, of course, who could ride the disaffected vote to an eleventh hour upset.

Might that figure be Cornel West, the rock star academic who
 can boil complex ideas into snappy soundbites ("The ruling class can't ride your back, unless it's bent")? Voters who feel the Democratic Party could never be progressive enough, no matter what it does, those disaffected voters may well be inclined to say, "Go West, young man."

Yet West's intoxicating verbal tonic is one that's also long on rhetoric, and silent about how he'd turn any of his priorities -- a $27 per hour minimum wage, a National Jobs Program to ensure full employment, banning corporate stock buybacks, and so on -- into reality. His campaign website presents them as a string of bullet points, and leaves it there, at least for now.

West's dizzying zigzags -- from the People's Party, to Green Party, and back again, to full-on independent -- also hint at a short attention span that would kill him on Capitol Hill, where philosopher-kings are scarcely seen, for a reason. His lack of political  experience also begs the question, after the dumpster fire of the Trump-era presidency, whether we can ever afford the luxury of training someone on the job.

But West's bullet points are positively encyclopedic, compared to the one-paragraph statements that characterize the "Principles" section of Stein's website. Like West -- for whom Stein also served as campaign manager, during his Green Party phase -- she supports the right to a living wage, food, and housing, the Green New Deal, and curtailing American military interventions. Like West, Stein is equally silent about how she'd make any of those things happen.

There's also the small matter of how Democrats might feel about seeing someone whom they blame for costing Hillary Clinton the 2016 election, coming back for an encore. I suspect they won't be so casually dismissive of Stein's impact as they were in 2016. What kind of opposition research fireworks they'll unload against her, I'll leave to your imagination.


<"Labels, Shmabels"/
Take I: The Reckoner>

<iii.>
All right, then. Perhaps Cornel West and Jill Stein are too flawed to be successful. Might RFK Jr. be the political savior we've been seeking? A look at his website offers a more detailed overview than your standard issue white knight provides. He espouses some classic liberal positions, from the $15 per hour minimum wage, to free childcare, and reining in housing costs. His policy page is fairly detailed -- such as proposals to promote homeownership --  and, in some places, downright hyper-specific (for example, the idea of expanding AmeriCorps, which is laudatory in itself).

How Democrats will square those particular circles with Kennedy's vaccine and geopolitical skepticism remains to be seen. RFK Jr. also has little to say on foreign affairs, beyond (emphasis mine) ending
 "the military adventures and regime-change wars, like the one in Ukraine."  Looking for someone to check  Putin's megalo-tyrannical impulses? Look elsewhere. Otherwise, like most newcomers, he has little to say about foreign policy issues (in fairness, not having been in a position to deal with them).

There's also the small matter of Kennedy's funding, starting with Timothy Mellon -- a billionaire who once stood proudly in Trump's corner, to the tune of $15 million, for various MAGA-related causes. He's since emerged as RFK Jr.'s biggest patron, at $20 million, followed by Gavin de Becker ($10 million), a security consultant for the likes of Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos.

Strangely, though, American Values -- the Kennedy Super PAC, through which his campaign cash gushes -- has returned most of de Becker's money (see link below). But it's well worth asking: does a candidate surrounded (and bankrolled) by the reactionary mega-rich have any right to claim the progressive mantle, and whose interests will he actually represent? 

That's before we get to other small matters, like the January 6, 2021 insurrection. Kennedy's suggestion that the ongoing federal prosecutions of defendants -- the same ones who used batons, bear spray, flagpoles, sticks, and tomahawks that day -- are politically motivated reeks of either jaw-dropping naivete, moral bankruptcy, or sheer stupidity, depending on your mood, or outlook.

Despite his background as an environmental lawyer, Kennedy is also a climate change skeptic, and has shown little appetite for regulations -- although he does support banning liquified natural gas exports. (Biden has paused them.) That desire to "have it both ways" -- coupled with opposition to gun control, Trumpian-style calls for a closed border, and full-throated defense of Israel -- could make Kennedy radioactive to the vast majority of Democratic voters. Time will tell.


<"Labels, Shmabels"/
Take II: The Reckoner>

<iv.>
So, does RFK Jr,'s presence automatically dampen Biden's second term prospects? Not necessarily. First, non-major party candidates typically tend to lose steam as the big day looms closer, and people revisit whatever initial choices they've made.

The classic example is the 1992 election, when Texas billionaire Ross Perot came from nowhere to lead national polls (36%) over Republican President George Bush (30%), and Democratic challenger, BIll Clinton (26%). It was an event that inspired much brow-furrowing and finger-wagging from pundits, as both major parties scrambled to court Perot and his followers.

They needn't have bothered, as Perot finished with 18.9% of the popular vote on Election Day. Although Perot turned in the best showing of any independent candidate since 1912, it failed to win any love from the Electoral College -- because he didn't carry a single state.

Other cases include that of Ralph Nader -- who 
earned 2.74% of the popular vote in 2000, well short of the 5% he hoped to earn for the Green Party, and claim federal matching funds -- but enough to deny Democrat Al Gore the White House. Or you could point to Libertarian Gary Johnson, who averaged 8 percent throughout the 2016 Presidential race, only to bottom out at 4%. Any number of examples will do.

On this evidence, it's hard to imagine a path to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue for any of this year's upstart class, though how deeply RFK Jr. will bite into Biden's margin remains to be seen. Depending on the poll, Kennedy's support ranges from the high single digits (8-9%), to the mid-teens (15%). Some polls show Kennedy taking votes equally from Trump and Biden, which makes sense, since insurgent candidates can often appeal to different voting blocs that would otherwise have little in common. 

Other polls, like one from NBC News (see link below), suggest Trump has more to worry about -- with 15% of his voters choosing RFK Jr. in a five-way matchup. (Just 7% of Biden supporters would back RFK Jr., if they had the same option.) Yet even the inclusions of West and Stein doesn't prevent Biden from coming out on top, though only just barely -- by two points.

The scenario has prompted the punditry to dismiss the NBC poll as an outlier, although others -- notably, Marist, and Quinnipiac  -- have registered similar results. The verbal barrage that Trump has begun to unleash against RFK Jr. as "a Democratic plant," and "a WASTED PROTEST VOTE," suggests that the former President has already reached a different conclusion.



<"That Same Old Broken Record..."/The Reckoner>

<Coda>
So just where does all this insurgent energy leave us? As anxious as ever, basically, since the country is headed towards the Great Old White Guy Grudge March -- the same one that most of us openly dread, and don't want, so the pollsters say. In a different era, Trump and Biden would already be sailing into the sunset, plotting how to manage the dueling narratives of their legacies, and competing storylines.

Yet it's hard to imagine a different outcome in a nation that long ago slid into gerontocracy, whether we look at the average ages in the US House of Representatives (57.9), US Senate (65.3), or US Supreme Court (63). The doddering, tone deaf politicians we mocked during the '70s, when I grew up, are now as common as Elvis stamps -- like Iowa Republican Charles Grassley, re-elected in 2022, at 89. If we want the big names off the stage, it would help to stop enabling their ambitions. If not, look for them to continue dying at their desks, at least figuratively.

Given this unsavory backdrop of dead men and women still walking, it's not hard to understand why the emotional appeal of third parties -- even after the wreckage they left us in 2016 -- has never been higher. Snappish dismissals and stern admonitions will do little to turn that particularly tide, as Hillary Clinton recently demonstrated, by telling disaffected voters, "Get over yourself." It's Biden or Trump, so shut up, and swallow it, right?

The Boomer-era generation that Clinton represents -- the same one that yanked the economic, social and political ladders up behind them, once they'd achieved whatever they'd achieved -- lacks the moral capital to demand such unblinking compliance from the younger generation it's left to sweep up the mess.

However, the twin demons of ego and aggrandizement continue to muddle the success of such a remedy -- since third parties in America have normally served as convenient vehicles for their standard bearers. 
It's hard to imagine that Cornel West, for instance, really believes he'll occupy 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. But as one of the nation's hottest speakers, the idea of a Presidential run, however improbable, will certainly gin up his ticket sales, and his speaking fees.

And what Stein accomplish in what looks like a far lower-key second run is anyone's guess, though at worst, she might score a a book deal, or maybe a high-profile job at some institution or other. And would RFK Jr. even figure in the running, without his surname, and his family DNA? The question answers itself. 

What's more, this year's insurgent class may not leave any major legacy -- whether it's a new political party, or even an advocacy group to promote their ideas -- once the dust settles from this election. That task will inevitably fall to another upstart candidate to reinvent the wheel all over again, leaving us to bemoan our lot, as we always do: "Why aren't there any real choices this year?"

I have a better idea. Let us stop waiting for some self-styled white knight or social messiah to swoop in at the eleventh hour, whose lofty rhetoric will make our eyes water, and eliminate the need for the heavy lifting that real organizational efforts typically require. Because, make no mistake, the climb has never seemed steeper, because the stakes have never been higher. And there is much work to be done. --The Reckoner


Links To Go:
BBC: Democrats Are Worried:
But Will RFK Jr. Take More Votes From Trump?
:
https://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-68893186

Rolling Stone: Meet The Big Money Moguls 
Behind RFK Jr.'s Quest To Unseat Biden:

https://www.rollingstone.com/politics/politics-features/rfk-donors-trump-investors-celebs-1234975307/

The Hill: Democrats Score Victory
With No Labels's Decision To Call it Quits
:

Inequity Baked Large: Our New Gilded Age, In Two Stats

 

<Class War CD: 2000
The Dils, helpfully reminding us
why the 1% deserve our undivided
love, attention, and gratitude...
[YouTube capture, plus all other images here]>

I hate the rich
They should dig a ditch
I hate the rich
Got a life without a hitch, 
life without a hitch

<Chorus>
I hate the rich, I don't want their money
I hate the rich, so it ain't so funny

<The Dils: "I Hate The Rich,"
What Records? single, 1977>


<i.>
We've all heard the saying, "One picture is worth a thousand words," right? There's a similar drive in journalism, where you're also looking for that "one thing" -- one bullet point, one fact, one figure, one quote -- that sums up the essence of what you're trying to tell the reader.

Well, when it comes to describing inequity in America, I've found two facts, on both sides of that divide, that really summarize the shit sandwich that most people are forced to eat right now. I found them via a survey that I filled out recently, and they're striking enough to post here. So, without further ado, here we go:

According to the most recent estimates from the Federal Reserve, the wealth distribution in the United States looks like this:

The bottom 50% of Americans own 2.5% of total wealth.


The middle 40% of Americans 

own 30.6% of total wealth.


The top 9.9% of Americans 

own 53.3% of total wealth.


The top 0.1% of Americans

 own 13.6% of total wealth.




Above: The sleeve that launched
a thousand air guitar dreams -- punk-rock style (1977)

Below: Not part of the 
original single release,
but I loved the effect...amazing 
what you can do,
with a YouTube dissolve... The Reckoner




Look at the poor, crawling on the floor
Look at the poor
Always wanting more
Always wanting more

<Chorus>
Look at the poor, all they need is money
Look at the poor, no, it ain't so funny

<"I Hate The Rich">



<ii.>
And here's another stat that really summarizes the Great American Divide. Remember all the hullabaloo about the wealth tax? Probably not, even though Congress pondered making such a move in 2021. Here's how it would have worked, had they actually gotten around to passing it:

The tax would have been 2% on the net worth above $50 million, with an additional 1% tax on net worth above $1 billion.

100,000 American households (less than 1 out of 1,000) would have been liable
for the wealth tax in 2023.

This is less than 0.1% of the American population.

The tax would have raised around
$3.0 trillion from 2023-2032,
contributing around 1%
of US GDP per year.


Congress didn't, of course. In 2021, we were treated to such unforgettable images as Senator Joe Manchin, the West Virginia Gremlin, preaching about the joys of austerity from the comfort of his 65-foot houseboat -- so he and his mainstream media ablers describe it, though it's really a yacht -- and his Arizona counterpart, Kirsten Sinema, signaling thumbs down to the $15 an hour minimum wage.

There you go, then. There you have it. Forget all the maunderings and mutterings you've heard about "class warfare," unless somebody's referencing one of those other great songs by the Dils, featured above. Stats become -- consisting mainly of those at the very top, and those being shoved toward the very bottom. No more, no less.

Grotesque as those images undoubtedly came across -- reeking from every pore, of the smugness of privilege, and the endless 20/20 hindsight of entitlement -- they did much to rebut the traditional lament of orthodox liberals everywhere: "This is not who we are."

But as these two stats tell you, this is who we are. And what we are. And what we've become. Three decades of adjunct professorships, temp agencies, and No-future, No-benefit McJobs, have eaten away at the core fibers of our democracy. With so many millions slipping through the cracks, it shouldn't surprise anybody to see so many demagogues around the globe gain so much traction. Trump is hardly the only one, as the Hungarians, Israelis and Turks will be quick to remind you.

The only ones surprised, it seems, are the normies who never saw it coming. Go figure, eh? But, in response to the proposition put forth by the Dils' sibling songwriters, Chip and Tony Kinman, I'll say it plain:

I, too, hate the rich.



I hate them for their ravenous, runaway self-indulgences that they expect us to subsidize indefinitely. I hate them for their moral bankruptcy, and the utter lack of accountability it thrusts in our faces. I hate them for their never-ending attempts to bend the rest of us to their will.

And most of all, I hate them for their unforgiving and unflagging kung fu grip on the power and privilege that they pass down, with ticktock regularity, from generation to generation. Nothing personal, as you guys always claim. Just business.


Even if we survive the threatened return of Trump, and the white Christian nationalist police state he promises to impose, the million dollar question remains. How do we navigate back to some sense of proportion? Your guess is as good as mine, at this point, honestly. --The Reckoner


<"I Hate The Rich": Rear sleeve,
with some strategic alterations
by Yer Humble Narrator..

Neither of these versions 
graced the original sleeve,
but YouTube's dissolve effect felt
too good to resist!
The Reckoner>



Links To Go (A Little Slice Of Punk History
Really Goes A Long Way...)

CNBC: Five Alarming Stats On US Economic Inequality:
https://www.cnbc.com/2023/03/28/5-alarming-stats-on-us-economic-inequality.html

LAist: This SoCal Punk Band Is Back
To Save Music At A Chinatown School:

https://laist.com/news/entertainment/the-dils-back-together-to-play-in-chinatown

Summer Of Hate:
Massive Three-Party Retrospective,
Interviews W/Dils Drummer John Silver, Guitarist Chip Kinman:
https://www.accum.se/~samhain/summerofhate/johndil.html#johndil

(Some of the best "deep dive" pieces I've ever read, on any underdog bad: suffice to say, even if you've only heard those singles, you're in for a treat here!)

Urban Institute: Nine Charts
About Wealthy Inequality In America:
https://apps.urban.org/features/wealth-inequality-charts/


Sunday, April 14, 2024

The Faces Of Hunger (Take Seven): The Blessings Box Lives Up To Its Name

<"Timely Reminder"/Take I:
The Reckoner>
 

Life rarely follows a straight line. There's always room for ambiguity, in good times and in bad, as The Squawker and myself found out a couple weeks ago, when we stopped off at the Blessings Box. It's a project that one of our local Methodist churches started doing a couple years ago, or so.

Like all the best ideas, it's breathtakingly simple. Take some food, leave some food, whatever you need, no questions asked. You can't bring any perishable items, since the church has no place to store them. But otherwise, anything goes. 

It reminds me of what a local hunger expert once said, when I covered a presentation about food insecurity: "I don't understand people who demand proof that you're hungry. If they come through the door, that should be proof enough."

That someone in any social service capacity should feel the need to say such things speaks volumes, I suppose, of how much suspicion the poor are often held. In any event, no cross-examination awaits you at the Blessings Box offers no judgments, and makes no promises.

Whenever our food budget bends to the breaking point, we stop by the Blessing Box, looking for items to help stretch it out: a box of macaroni here, a can of green beans there, and that's just a start. People often leave surprisingly high quality items there -- like bags of quinoa, for instance -- which makes the trip worthwhile. 

This particular Sunday came with a twist, however. Just as I was hauling some items to the van, a sixtysomething woman glides her SUV to a stop. She reaches into her pocket, and hands me a $20 bill.

Before I can say anything, she smiles, and tells me, "I haven't donated yet this week. But I see people getting what you're getting, and I figure... Somebody else can use this." 

"Thanks a lot," I say.

"Happy Easter," she smiles, and with that, she drives off.

I slide into the van, and show Squawker the twenty. "Well, guess what? Your efforts got a slight boost this week."

"Sure looks like it. Well, every little bit helps, as they say."

I put the van in gear, and head out. Faith in  humanity, however transitory it feels, however temporarily it's restored, is a beautiful thing. At some point, once those moments wash over you, they fade away, leaving some more ambiguous or disagreeable to take their place.

But until that happens, you're bound and determined to wring every drop of meaning out of that particular moment. That's how I'm feeling this Easter weekend, anyway. I hope you've gotten the same chance to experience it lately. The way are things going, we all can use a break now and then. --The Reckoner


<"Timely Reminder," Take II:
The Reckoner>

Sunday, March 31, 2024

Post #400: Our Twelfth Year: Reflecting With The Reckoner & The Squawker

 

<Meanwhile, back in some alternate universe...
Strange Adventures #52, DC Comics,
"Prisoner Of The Parakeets," 1950>*


Reckoner's Note: As readers will know, we periodically stop to take stock, look back on where we've been, and hopefully, get a glimmer on where we're going. Still, it's amazing to think how we're still going strong, when most blogs seem to have the lifespan of a mayfly, or just quietly fade away, once the creator's attention span finds some other diversion.

When The Squawker and I started this venture back in 2012, we didn't have any great plans or expectations -- just a way to state whatever crossed our minds, without having to deal with the usual tedious social fallout that often accompanies it. Hence, our alternate identities (Batman- and Robin-style). 

We do things differently around these parts, though. We've never really tried to chase the headlines of the day, or even the hour -- with so much turbulence, it all changes at lightning speed, anyway, so we've chosen to comment more strategically on events that seem particularly relevant (such as our "Tomorrow And Tomorrow And Tomorrow Creeps" series, for instance).

But, as I noted for post #300, we've managed to expand on our original remit, with posts delving into classic punk 'n' garage records, digital feudalism, food insecurity, gentrification, pay to play culture, the slings 'n' arrows of daily life (minus the outrageous fortune), and a fair dose of our own outsider art, photography 'n' writing, all delivered with the deeply personal perspective that you've come to expect.

Three whole months have already come 'n' gone, or so it seems, in the blink of an eye. We never intended to let that much time slip by, without posting, but there were so many things going on -- from art projects, to inspections, job hassles, and preparing for the taxman -- that we had to deal with those first, as they came up. Real life is funny and tedious like that, at the same time.

In fact, that's where this particular conversation comes, taped on the road, as we were traveling to an art-related activity. "Hell, why not?" I asked Squawker. "We're gonna be sitting in the van for a half hour, at least, so we're not going anywhere, right? What better time or place?" With that, we started our chat, and soon, we were off to the races.


<"They Clawed It Back, And Then Added To It">
THE RECKONER: Post #400, what goes through your mind? It's been 12 years since you started this blog, and then, I got on board.

THE SQUAWKER: Well, the thing I'm worried about is, everything got economically worse, and more oppressed. But they never fix anything, to make it do better. They just decide to bill you for more things that make your life harder.

Ever since COVID, they did pass out the money, and some say, “That raised the inflation,” but I think they're just taking advantage. C'mon, we're barely making it, and food is too expensive, and it's so crappy. I'm worried about being really poor, and homeless.

RECKONER: Well, it seemed like they decided to claw back the money, with all the greedflationary stuff that's going on right now.

SQUAWKER: Yeah, they clawed it back, and then added to it, you know what I mean?

RECKONER: Basically. But when you started Ramen Noodle Nation, what was your original idea? I don't know that you ever told me.

SQUAWKER: I wanted poor people to talk about what their life was really like. When you think about it, there was nowhere we could actually talk about what it's like being poor.


<"The Reckoner:
21st-Century Self-Portrait,
Picasa Style" (2021)>

<"I Think It's My Persistence">
RECKONER: So how do you feel about this whole blog has turned out?

SQUAWKER: Oh, yeah, I think the blog has turned out good. We were able to explore different issues, and talk about things that a lot of people don't talk about – in terms of poverty, and how easy it is, to end up in down and out.

RECKONER: Are you surprised we've been able to keep it going this long? Because most of them don't last anywhere near this long.

SQUAWKER
: I think it's my persistence – as long as Google keeps up the platform, too.

RECKONER: Right.

SQUAWKER: Maybe I'm just one of those determined people that likes to write, and get their message out there, while I'm still alive.

RECKONER: Well, I think it was one of the things that helped you become a better writer, certainly.

SQUAWKER: Yeah, I agree with that. I've started writing poetry, and things like that – I wrote a 'zine/book, and things like this. So I've had my other projects.

RECKONER: Yeah, and I don't think a lot of that probably would have happened, if you hadn't been doing that.




<"Greatest Huts, Take I": Our Top 10 Posts>


<"If You Don't Have Money, 
You're Supposed To Go Shut Up">
SQUAWKERYeah. But if you think about it, poor people have no voice in American culture. It's like, if you don't have money, you're supposed to go shut up. And now, the news, all the media, everything is for the rich, or the upper middle class. Well the middle class is suffering too, and shrinking fast. In the land of the haves versus have-nots, the have-nots don't have a voice anywhere. You can't really even talk about what's going on.

Maybe if you live in a small town, or you go the the inner city, and most of your neighbors share your economic status, but it's not true for us. We live in a place where most people have more money than us.

RECKONER
: Well, and if you look at the way everything is reported – the economy is largely reported from the perspective of how the rich are doing, like with the stock market, or some of the other things that they obsess about.

SQUAWKER
: Yeah, if you think about it, they only care about the haves. Actually, if you think about it, it's prevalent now, where they almost act like poor people don't exist. I've seen that in the liberal world – where they act like there's no such thing as certain groups of people who are poor. They focus on poverty in the inner-city which is of concern too, but they cancel out rural America, they ignore the realities of blue-collar workers.

And then, disabled? Oh, man. Well, you got people who are homeless, because they've got to live on $900 a month – the SSDI people make a bit more, but if you have huge medical bills, it's very hard to save money.

RECKONER
: Well, and then, of course, there was the clipping you posted on your timeline, about the exponential increase in homelessness, and rent.

SQUAWKER
: I think there's a lot more homeless people now.

RECKONER
: Well, I think the story that I saw said, about half of all Americans can't afford rent.

SQUAWKER
: Rent's gotten so expensive. I saw a statistic the other day that said, of all renters, over 50 percent are paying more than 30 percent (of their income) for rent.

RECKONER
: Cost-burdened – that's the term for it, that I learned, doing one of my transcripts the other week. That's quite a lot of people at the moment, so...

S
QUAWKER: I think they're ruining the quality of life with everything, if you don't have money to do stuff, or socialize, or eat out. They've made life a lot more lonely, because you need money to go everywhere. Just leaving your apartment costs money.

There's fewer free "third spaces" today. What's left the park or library? You go, “Where can I go to hang out?” Even if you go to church, and I'm talking liberal or conservative, you'd better be able to pony up a little bit of money for the basket.

RECKONER: Well, as you've said, "Church costs money." That's one of the issues with it.

SQUAWKER: Yeah. Now, some will give out food, and stuff. But I've noticed, that for years, most people receiving all the charity aren't members of the church. They can't afford the clothes, or tithes/dues to be there. Some have to work weekends. Well, there was one decent church I was in, where there was some in-house food, but that was a church in a working-class community. So the mentality, I think, is different.


<Our Greatest Hits, Take II: Posts #11-20>


<"The Extreme Other Side 
Works Against Community">
RECKONER: So, is there anything that you'd like to see included on the blog, that we're not doing? Or do you think we're hitting all the high points, or all the obvious areas? If we revisit this by post #500, what do you think will have happened, by then, with it?

SQUAWKER:
 Maybe we need more articles on how to survive if you're poor. Also, there needs to be more questioning of the elitism of the left, and how they have left behind a lot of people who are poor, and have no money. I know your beliefs are different, but I think both parties have become too much (into) supporting the oligarchs, and giving them money, and ignoring the every day life of the common man.

RECKONER
: Well, except one outcome will be a lot worse than the other, because you have one party that is more and more committed to obliterating the so-called democratic experiment. And I just don't know how we would recover from that, if people were foolish enough to give them another shot at it.

SQUAWKER
: Well, even I worry about Project 2025, and how it would affect poor people. I'm angry at the left, but I'm angry at the right, with all their bootstrap garbage. They're not exactly understanding of the reality of poor people, either.

RECKONER
: I would say that the mask has fallen off, with a clang, and a thud. Because there was a certain point, maybe right through the 2010s, where even the more extreme members of the right sort danced around the subject, a little bit. The Tea Party wing was more willing to stick within established boundaries.

In other words, they were just obsessed with getting enough power to do what they wanted, Whereas, with the Trumpers, it's,
“Burn it down, blow it up. Overthrow the government, if necessary. Do what it takes to squash the other guys into the ground.” That's the worrying part, to me, about all this.

SQUAWKER
: Well, that's one worrisome thing, about all the extremes. I think the political climate in America has gone very extremist, and I don't know – I don't have much hope. I know too many wealthy liberals who are telling the world, "the economy is doing wonderful!" as many people can't afford rent and food.

There's too many greedy people who are ruining this place, and the whole idea of the self-reliant American, leaping over everybody, is ruining this place. No one thinks about the quality of life for anybody anymore. It's getting worse here.

RECKONER
: Well, that idea is mostly a mirage, I think. And it's a beautiful myth – “the rugged individualist.”

SQUAWKER
: It might work against them. I don't like Communism, either, but I think there's a point where the extreme other side works against community, or having a society that functions for everyone.

RECKONER: But I've found, basically, is that even most of the so-called rugged individualists had somebody behind them, that made it possible for them to do what they did.

SQUAWKER
: Yeah.

RECKONER
: That's the part that I think doesn't quite hold up. I mean, as I like to tell people, “Yeah, there's this whole thing with John Dillinger, and the wooden gun” – but guess what? The new consensus on that episode is that he basically paid his lawyer to smuggle it in there to him

Not to take away from what did – because it took a lot of acting, and front, to pull that off – but still, by all accounts, it wasn't quite what it appeared to be.

Well, I guess we'll have to see what happens with post #500, if we're doing it in some type of exile – I hate thinking that way. I deeply resent thinking that way. Any last words, before I sign off?

SQUAWKER
: Yeah, that's fine – we've got to find this place.


Links To Go: How We Started (And How We Continued)
The Reckoner's Introduction To Ramen Noodle Nation:
https://ramennoodlenation.blogspot.com/2012/02/reckoners-introduction-to-ramen-noodle.html

The Squawker's Introduction To Ramen Noodle Nation
:
https://ramennoodlenation.blogspot.com/2012/02/squawkers-introduction-to-ramen-noodle.html

Post #300: Eight Years Of Ramen Noodle Nation
(The Reckoner & The Squawker Look Back):
https://ramennoodlenation.blogspot.com/2020/06/post-300-eight-years-of-ramen-noodle.html

Strange Adventures (Alec Trench Comics):
"Prisoner Of The Parakeets":
https://alectrenchcomics.wordpress.com/2012/11/09/prisoner-of-the-parakeets/

(*
Reckoner's Note: The above image omits the female parakeet's line, "Here's your new pet, dear!" In researching this image, I found that this particular issue of Strange Adventures marked DC's first science fiction title, and went through three reprints, including a '70s one, with the caged hero snarling: "Let me out of here, you birdbrains!" Presumably, having him cry out, "Help! Help!" wasn't deemed in keeping with the more cynical, more aggressive ethos of a different era.)


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(All other images by: The Reckoner)