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Don’t Kid Yourself- 1 Hour Won’t Save World

Earth Day. Live Earth. And, now, Earth Hour.

The latest bright idea from the country that gave us “Crocodile Dundee” is to have everyone across the globe turn off their lights for an hour at 8 p.m. Saturday.

Apparently, a bunch of neo-Luddites in Sydney did this last year and it made them feel good about themselves, so they’ve decided to give the rest of the world a chance to achieve a similar sense of self-worth.

Because, if we are being honest, Earth Hour, like its forefathers, is not about environmental policy–it is about social networking and self-importance.

Earth Hour is for those consumed with monitoring their carbon footprint and confused about why they do it.

The desire to be relevant and to have a positive impact on the world is a good instinct. But it’s lost in the self-involved nature of exercises like Earth Hour.

The Gandhian ideal “to be the change you wish to see in the world” requires thoughtful, measured action toward an end bigger than one’s self.

Earth Hour, by contrast, smacks of desperation for self-actualization.

Rather than creating a platform for compelling, fact-intensive arguments about eco-threats or creative ideas for green energy, Earth Hour is another in an endless series of symbolic events that define intergalactic participation in “something” as an end in itself.

I understand that there are those who believe that rapture is upon us because, over the past 100 years, the temperature on Earth has gone up a little less than 1 degree Fahrenheit.

That, some may argue, is the higher calling to which Earth Hour is responding.

But, even accepting the premise, is the Earth Hour response on point?

Energy consumption is the problem. Turn off your lights for an hour is the answer. Really?

Maybe for a household in the short term, but for nations in the long term?

Along this line of logic, I should counteract America’s dependence on foreign oil by riding my bicycle to work–but just for one day?

The reality is that we do not want to live in the dark and we do not want to take a date out on our Razor Scooter. Viable eco-friendly policies will not come at the expense of our quality of life and the mobility we currently enjoy.

The other reality is that the impact of Earth Hour and these other faux call-to-arms events is negligible, if not outright counterproductive, relative to actual conservation or even to advancing a particular remedy.

That’s why the explicit mission of these events is routinely the cleverly nebulous and unquantifiable raising of “awareness.”

Think about Al Gore doing his excruciatingly awkward hipster routine with Leonardo (or “Leo” as he calls him) DiCaprio at his Live Earth concert last July.

How much wattage was required and how many metric tons of garbage were created so Kelly Clarkson could screech on about her man troubles? That was conservation? That was a global wakeup call?

No, it was a platform for self-congratulatory celebrities and a few bloated politicians to “raise awareness” of their deep-seeded sense of social responsibility prior to taking off in their Escalades and Lear jets.

Fast forward to Saturday. You are sitting in the dark hoping CBS will re-run the episode of “How I Met Your Mother” you are missing (be sure to turn that TiVo off). You are thinking about what you’re going to do with that cool $1.20 you’re saving off of your ComEd bill this month.

And, wait, what was the point of this again?

No one is for capricious destruction of the environment. Truly being “green,” however, demands more than annual self-esteem boosters.

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Diagnosis Barack Obama

Maybe his friend Oprah can hook him up with Dr. Phil?

After watching Sen. Barack Obama’s major speech on race in America yesterday (read: Rev. Jeremiah Wright), I am convinced he is dissociative.

Webster’s dictionary defines the psychological condition of dissociation as “the separation of whole segments of the personality or of discrete mental processes from the mainstream of consciousness or of behavior.”

Obama’s speech was thoughtful, history-rich, deftly composed, and, in parts, refreshingly candid about racial divides in America and the sources of those divides.

However, he spoke as if he was an innocent bystander to the history he recounted.

Obama discussed our nation’s failings as though he was powerless to act previously or presently.

Obama lamented, “Segregated schools were, and are, inferior schools; we still haven’t fixed them, fifty years after Brown v. Board of Education, and the inferior education they provided, then and now, helps explain the pervasive achievement gap between today’s black and white students.”

That is true.

Although I would offer another notion that may help explain those achievement gaps. What about the cowardly politicians in the pockets of the teachers unions who pay lip service to education while they let generations of low income kids be forced into schools that they know will fail them?

That is what Obama did as a state senator representing Chicago’s south side. And that helps explain why, when he left his state senate seat, there were more than 12,000 kids in failing schools in his district (according to the No Child Left Behind standards).

Obama had seven years in the Illinois General Assembly to do something about perhaps the worst urban public school system in America. He did nothing except propagate the status quo. It is Sen. Obama who has countenanced the pernicious philosophy of “separate but equal” for the children of low income families during his time in public life.

Obama called for white and black middle class Americans to focus on the “real culprits of the middle class squeeze” decrying a Washington that is “dominated by lobbyists and special interests.”

Yet, as Illinois annually contends for the title of most politically corrupt state in America, what was Obama’s record here?

Well, last week Obama appeared before the editorial boards of both Chicago daily newspapers to answer questions about his association with Tony Rezko, an influence-peddling, fundraising impresario who is under federal indictment for a variety of alleged pay-to-play schemes that involved shaking down companies that did business with the state of Illinois. In other words, illegal special interest politics.

Late last year Obama pegged the total amount of campaign contributions he had received from Rezko in the $50K range. Upon further review, Obama disclosed last week that the number is more like $250K.

Moreover, while Rezko was widely reported to be the subject of an ongoing federal probe in 2005, Obama transacted a hinky land deal with him that ultimately resulted in Obama purchasing a parcel of land from Rezko for about $300,000 less than the original asking price.

Obama now calls the land deal with Rezko a mistake.

Obama has also refused to take money from lobbyists and PACs–in his presidential campaign. That is a luxury he can now afford.

When it was not such a luxury regarding the financing of his campaigns in Illinois, Obama was not so doctrinaire, choosing instead the path of least resistance relative to “special interest” campaign cash. This is typical of how Obama cleverly dissociates himself from such previous unpleasantries, as if it was a failure of the system he wants to fix and not his personal choice.

Following the Obama editorial sit-down with the Chicago Tribune, columnist John Kass quoted Obama as saying, “I know that there are those, like John Kass, who would like me to decry Chicago politics more frequently. I’ll leave that to his commentary…”

The implication of Obama’s glib remark is that it is not his job to rail against rampant political corruption in Chicago and Illinois. That is a job for op-ed writers. When, in fact, that is precisely part the job, particularly in Illinois, of someone who seeks to be a leader in public life.

The operative word being “leader”.

When Obama fails to venture into the fray, we are told that he is transcending politics as we know it. What it may instead be is a willingness to do the right thing amidst controversy or political danger only as a last resort.

And that brings us to good ole Uncle Jeremiah Wright, Obama’s pastor and spiritual advisor.

Obama’s answers to even the most basic, staple questions from the media about his relationship with Wright and his knowledge of Wright’s views have clearly “evolved” over the last several days as the controversy went from percolating to boiling over.

I will leave the parsing of words to Obama and rather note the more general observation that, here again, for two decades Obama had the opportunity to go on the record, publicly or even privately (of which he has made no mention to date), and rebuke Jeremiah Wright’s hate-filled spewage.

For two decades, Obama had the opportunity to open up the frank and rational discussion on race that he was forced to endeavor to facilitate yesterday in order to create space in the public’s consciousness between Wright and him.

For two decades, Obama chose to instead go along to get along–with a radical, anti-American, bile-discharging “man of God”, just as he did with the Chicago political machine bosses and their financiers.

Do I think Obama subscribes to the kooky conspiracy theories and overheated rhetoric of Jeremiah Wright? No, I do not. That is only my sense from those who know him well, however, because Obama certainly has not earned the benefit of the doubt on this score.

Going along to get along, not standing up when he knew better, has finally caught up with Barack Obama.

The consequence is that Obama will not be able to dissociate from this political reality: his 35-minute treatise on race relations in America will quickly evaporate into the ether whereas the videos of Rev. Jeremiah “God Damn America” Wright’s fire-breathing denunciations of the “U.S. of KKK A” are hermetically sealed to his candidacy.

Dream Team No More: Identity Politics Melting Down Democrat Party

Forget Eliot Spitzer, the entire Democrat Party is melting down before the nation’s very eyes. Last week, America was both introduced to the electoral cure for white guilt in the form of the Rev. Jeremiah Wright and reminded by Geraldine Ferraro why Walter Mondale lost 49 states. The Democrat Party and its two competing Presidential candidates have been hoist by their own petard of race- and gender-identity politics.

Feminist icon Ferraro, a Hillary Clinton-backer, was branded a racist by the Obama campaign for curious statements about the “concept” of Barack Obama. Ferraro essentially argued that if Barack Obama were different, he wouldn’t be the same.

In defending herself against the Obama-mainstream media complex’s backlash, Ferraro conceded on Good Morning America that had her name been Gerard Ferraro (presumably implying that had she been a man) in 1984, she would not have been selected as her party’s ill-fated Vice Presidential nominee that year. So while Ferraro identified race as that which only distinguishes Obama, she at least volunteered that it was solely gender that distinguished her.

Meanwhile, back at the mothership, while Clinton was offering pro-forma denunciation of her comrade-in-arms, team Hillary finally got around to pushing out their special edition “Best of Rev. Jeremiah Wright” DVD collection of selected anti-American ravings and black helicopter conspiracy theories from the good reverend, Obama’s long-time spiritual advisor.

If you think George W. Bush controls the media–yes, that President, the one with the 70% disapproval rating; if you think Israel is a state-sponsor of terrorism; if you think black Republicans are sell-outs; and if you think that America is a racist country that should be damned by God, then you are just going to get the biggest kick out of Rev. Wright’s gyration-filled, pulpit pontifications.

It turns out that Michelle Obama is not the only one who saw no reason to be proud of America prior to her husband’s political ascension.

The other Obama attempted to square Wright’s affinity for hateful demagoguery with the post-racial “One America” vision of his campaign offering to ABC News the rationalization that Wright “is like an old uncle who says things I don’t always agree with.”

You know what the difference is between Louis Farrakhan, who Obama was quick to categorically repudiate, and good ole Uncle Jeremiah Wright? Louis Farrakhan plays the violin.

Both Democrat campaigns have now been reduced from pandering on the basis of race and gender to polarizing on those bases in order to make their best case to Democrat superdelegates that their opponent is unelectable in the fall against McCain.

Before this is over, they will be both be right.

Still a Long Way to Go

So a big hello to all who don’t know me. I’m a long-time reader/sometime commentator/first-time poster (I’m sure to the dismay of some). To give you a bit of background, I just graduated from UIUC with a B.S. and an M.S. in mechanical engineering, and I will be attending law school at UIUC as well starting this August. Below is a story I shared with Augur and Billy Joe that they found worthy (or entertaining) enough to post on Urbanagora; I’m so proud! So without further ado…

So this afternoon I decided to travel over to Meijer to pick up a few personal items (i.e. Magnum XLs) when I stumbled upon an interesting scenario. To preface this, you should know that I was already in an agitated state of mind due to Meijer’s lack of personnel. They only had 1/3 of the registers open during the busiest time of the week; I guess there aren’t enough scummy high school dropouts around these parts to work there. Now there may be plenty of grocery workers that are not scummy high school dropouts in other parts of the country, but anyone who has been to Meijer knows how disgusting the majority of the employees are (and who really wants them restocking the fruit?). Anyway, I digress.

So I push my way over into the self-checkout line, as I only had one piece of merchandise to buy and those lines usually move more quickly than the normal ones, unless the people trying to checkout there are complete morons. Of course there was a line about five customers deep already because the people were complete morons; sometimes you just can’t win. So I wait for a bit, and finally get up to the front of the line, which is in the center of the four checkout stations. The lady at the station to the left of me pays and leaves, and as I move over to that station to finally scan my item, a large black woman comes from nowhere and basically knocks me out of the way with her rotundas ass. Note that she has an equally large black man in tow. So, being of high testicular fortitude (and because no other stations were open) I say, “Excuse me, I was in line.” She replies, without looking back (this is verbatim), “You white-ass crackas enslaved me for 500 years. You can wait in line until I get my reparations.”

Fairly stunned by this reply, I look at her husband/boyfriend/brother/friend/whatever he was and he just kind of meekly shrugs and shakes his head at me. At this point I was resigned to not escalating this and getting jumped on and suffocated by such a large ass. So as I’m standing there this old, decrepit white guy who was in line behind me says, “You know, son, you should send her back to the cotton-pickin’ fields if that nigger keeps talkin’ to you like that.” At this point the woman revolves around (better description than turns) and whips a bottle of something at the man (probably like 80 years old and weighing 110lbs) and lunges at him and shoves him to the ground before being held back by her male acquaintance. Of course she was shouting all sorts of obscenities and whatnot, and the guy’s equally old and decrepit wife was swearing right back at her while being partially restrained by an employee who happened to be standing by. It was hilarious listening to an old woman talk like Augur, Billy, and I. I would have paid to see her and her husband attempt to fight this woman. Anyway, I kind of got out of the way and paid for my shit and left quickly after that, but it was like an episode of Springer or something.

Initially when I left the store I was laughing hysterically at the nonsense that I had just witnessed, but on the ride home I got to thinking about how truly disgusting the whole episode really was. Watching Michael Richards make a complete ass of himself was painful enough (especially for a Seinfeld lover), but witnessing racism like that firsthand struck a chord. To see these complete strangers separated by a generation have this unadulterated hatred toward each other (and I guess toward this cracka, to a certain extent) was just surreal. I guess it just shows how far we still have to go, or how little we’ve actually progressed.

Final DI Column: Rudy Giuliani is a Fearmongering Hack, and He’s Going Down

Rudy for president? Sure, if you want an arrogant fool whose failure to safeguard his city prior to 9/11 caused needless additional first responder deaths. But keep casting those stones!

Read it here.

New DI Column: Why UIUC Doesn’t Suck That Much

This column is a change of pace for me, as it’s not generally negative or advocating some sort of reform. In light of the fact that many UIUC students–myself included for most of my time here–don’t realize how good they have it, this is a column of appreciation for the things that make this university a great place.

It’s also a shameless plug for the Institute of Government and Public Affairs, a wonderful policy and government institute at this university that too often goes unnoticed by students. I was an intern there my junior year, and I got to work in the same building as Governor Edgar, which was kind of hot–even though Augur thinks he’s a murderer or something.

RIP: John McCain’s Integrity

We gather here to pay our respects…

Billy, all eyes are on you. Let’s hear some B.S. about how he’s just being a pragmatist.