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Saturday, January 13, 2001

MISPLACED REVENGE?
An
article by Russell Howe in the April 26, 1999 edition of the South African Daily Mail and Guardian raises some interesting questions about the Lockerbie trial. Howe, who's been following the case closely since the Pan Am plane crashed on Dec. 21, 1988, tells of the labyrinth of byzantine maneuverings that have taken place both before and after the crash. Byzantine? Try this for starters:
Thomas [i.e. Gordon Thomas, author of Gideon's Spies, a book about the Israeli secret service organization called the Mossad], meanwhile, recounts how a Mossad officer from the London station turned up in Lockerbie the morning after the crash, and arranged for the removal of a suitcase belonging to a US intelligence captain in the DIA, Charles McKee, who had been in Lebanon trying to procure the release of the hostages. When it was eventually returned to Scottish investigators by British intelligence, says Thomas, the case was empty and undamaged. Why, Thomas asks, would McKee put an empty suitcase aboard?

McKee's case was found after the crash by Jim Wilson of Tundergarth Mains farm, and contained what looked to Wilson like cocaine samples.

A theory that puts this action into context was first developed in the final report of an independent investigation of the crash commissioned by Pan Am's insurers. The investigative firm of Yuval Aviv - a former Mossad agent who emigrated to the U.S. in 1979 - was asked (for obvious reasons) to find evidence that the blame for poor security should be placed on Frankfurt Airport rather than Pan Am. So what did Aviv discover:
His Interfor report concludes that the bombing was directed not at the US airliner per se, but at a small unit of US military intelligence - members of the Defence Intelligence Agency (DIA) -that had uncovered a drugs-smuggling ring in Lebanon.

The ring was run by a "rogue" CIA unit working in collusion with Hizbullah, the resistance movement to Israeli occupation of south Lebanon. Some of the funds generated were intended to buy the freedom of six US hostages held by Hizbullah (which was bankrolled by Iran). DIA sources say that the CIA/Hizbullah drug ring was set up by Mossad agents, who had penetrated Hizbullah and were the local Arabic-speaking traffic managers for the CIA.

At the same time, Israel would sell elderly US missiles, at ample profit, to Iran; a skim from both drugs and arms profits would be used, as part of Irangate, to subsidise the Contras, the right-wing terrorist movement in Nicaragua so favoured by Reagan and the iniquitous Oliver North.

The passengers who died on that Pan Am flight included the aforementioned Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA) captain Charles McKee and three of his staff, as well as Matthew Gannon, the CIA's deputy stationmaster in Beirut and three of his men. The basic gist of the story is that McKee had apparently discovered the CIA/Hizbullah/Mossad undercover operation and was returning home to insist that it be exposed. Gannon's team may have been returning to attempt to explain why they had been involved in the operation.

And what's the connection with the suitcase that contained the bomb?

The [Aviv] report says that the CIA/Hizbullah drugs habitually travelled to New York under CIA protection, in baggage marked "inspected" by a Turkish baggage-handler at Frankfurt and substituted for a legitimate piece of baggage, so that the number of luggage items tallied with the airline's manifest.
Somebody who knew about this baggage operation made a further switch to replace a suitcase filled with drugs with one containing a bomb. Aviv's report states:
"Two or three days before the disaster, a BKA [German intelligence] undercover agent reported to his controller a plan to bomb a Pan Am flight in the next few days," but the CIA "did not want to risk the al-Kassar hostage-release operation." Soon after, a BKA informer reported that a "drug suitcase" being carried into the airport, as shown on his videotape, was "different in make, shape, material and colour" from the ones normally used. Interfor says that CIA control, when informed, said: "Don't worry about it. Don't stop it." It presumably assumed it was just a genuine drug shipment.
We've established a "why" and a "how" but not a "who". Howe provides us with the logical suspects:
Since Gannon's CIA team, in its ignorance, joined Flight PA103, only two culprits for the bombing would seem to remain, if Aviv's information is accurate: either Aviv's devious conspiracy involving two rival Palestinian "terrorists", Ahmed Gibril and Abu Nidal, running all over Europe, or alternatively Mossad itself, which would be reluctant to tolerate McKee and Gannon exposing Israel's connection to Hizbullah drugs.
The shock of considering that the Mossad may have been involved might be ameliorated by the following:
Mossad knew of the Islamic fundamentalists' plan to bomb the US Marine barracks in Lebanon in 1983, but had withheld the information in the correct belief that the bombing would drive the US military out of Lebanon, which it saw as Israel's bailiwick -- 241 marines were killed.
So is any of this true? Who knows, but the shortcomings of the case against those currently on trial are sufficient to doubt the veracity of the official theory. Howe points out many other details you won't see in Newsweek or Time in an article exposing the possibility of misplaced revenge in this year's trial of the century.
posted by Steven Baum 1/13/2001 09:01:39 AM | link

Friday, January 12, 2001

THE COMPLETE ARTIE SHAW
I've received a request concerning track listings on the RCA/Bluebird series of albums entitled "The Complete Artie Shaw," a set of 7 double vinyl albums released from 1977 to 1981. Being lazy, I wondered if the track listings were already available on my favorite infobahn. Sure enough,
music.excite.ca has an extensive listing of Artie Shaw's discography that includes all seven of the "Complete" series, i.e. All the track listings are available there except for Vol. 3, so I'll list them here: "Put That Down in Writing", "Day In, Day Out", "Two Blind Loves", "The Last Two Weeks in July", "Oh! Lady Be Good", "I Surrender Dear", "Many Dreams Ago", "A Table in a Corner", "If What You Say Is True", "Without a Dream to My Name", "Love is Here", "All in Fun", "All the Things You Are", "You're a Lucky Guy", "Shadows", "I Didn't Know What Time It Was", "Do I Love You", "When Love Beckoned (On 52nd Street)", "Frenesi", "Adios, Mariquita Linda", "Gloomy Sunday", "My Fantasy", "A Deserted Farm", "Don't Fall Asleep", "Dreaming Out Loud", "Now We Know", "Mister Meadowlark", "April in Paris", "King for a Day", "Special Delivery Stomp", "Summit Ridge Drive" and "Keepin' Myself for You."

For those interested, Artie's still alive and mostly kicking at age 90. He even has an official web site that includes a brief bio and information about the three books he's written. Other useful links include:


posted by Steven Baum 1/12/2001 07:40:28 AM | link

Thursday, January 11, 2001

GERHARDIE'S WIT
On the same day and in the same place I snagged the complete Artie Shaw as mentioned in the previous item, I found - while browsing through the $1 section - a book entitled God's Fifth Column: A Biography of the Age 1890-1940 by William Gerhardie. Who? The back cover tells me:
William Gerhardie (1895-1977) won fame with such novels as "Futility" and "The Polyglots" and his acclaimed autobiography, "Memoirs of a Polyglot." From 1940 until his death in 1977, he published nothing but worked in secret on his masterwork, "God's Fifth Column."
Gerhardie is quite the wit and fine writer, as evidenced by the following brief excerpt from Fifth Column:
It was, characteristically, a Russian aristocrat of old vintage, Count Tolstoy, who was struck by the incompatibility of the treatment meted out to the lowly and poor with the covenants in the New Testament, which we as Christians profess to believe. Indeed, believe with a fervour, a zest never so quick to take umbrage as when the Church is attacked on a point of form: never so elastic and broadminded as when Christianity is being depleted of all its spirit. Tolstoy discovered, towards the end of a life of intermittent debauchery, that it was not right. In a series of simple little books he proceeded to say so, to the pained astonishment of the clergy who had believed that humility in the poor was not only in this world of appearances eminently fit but also offered opportunities of advancement not to be overlooked in the next. The Gospels, argumed the officers of the Church, vouchsafed the down-and-out, in return for passing discomforts, compensations in eternity, while taking a frankly gloomy view of the heavenly chances of the well-to-do. Could anything be more fair?
A more succinct dissing of 2000 years of apologetics I don't believe I've yet read, although I'm open for nominations of further candidates. If you're interested in Gerhardie, a search at
ABEBooks turned up a surprising 131 matches, most of which are for Fifth Column. By the way, this item may very well bode the return of the "Weird Lit" category that's fallen by the wayside as I've become obsessed with all that political folderol. Heh. Don't count on it, though.
posted by Steven Baum 1/11/2001 12:25:31 AM | link

Wednesday, January 10, 2001

DREIDEL CONTEST
What the hell. I might as well roll some more as I make my way through the list. The
eatonweb piece about the dreidel song dredged up a memory of an album I obtained a very long time ago. It was one of the first 20 or so pieces of vinyl I ever obtained - a habit that's damned hard to break seeing how over the holidays I snagged volumes I through VII The Complete Artie Shaw (i.e. seven two-disc sets) for $4 apiece. Anyhow, this album contained a tune whose first lines were:
I feel like a spinning top or a dreidel,
The spinning don't stop when you leave the cradle.
Another tune on the album was "On the Amazon". Anyone care to venture a guess? While the artist had a brief period of fame and one huge, eternal hit tune, this was one of his very obscure albums. The usual prize involving massive amounts of beer if we ever frequent the same drinking establishment applies.
posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 11:52:29 PM | link

LOBO-ROLLING
While I'm in the rolling mood, I'll also mention my pleasure at finding that the former purveyor of a most entertaining form of
monkeyshines is back, albeit in a slightly more quadrupedish sort of form via el lobo loco. And since I'm too lazy or stupid to find an email address at the new site, I'll dispense with the advice in a more public fashion, i.e. you don't have to do this every day. Regular schedules are an invitation to burnout. Do it when the spirit moves you. And consider this a request, nay, a demand to keep - if only intermittently - doing that voodoo that you do so well. And I'm not just saying this because I'm too lazy to remove your old listing, since I have to change the old name to the new name anyway (although don't wait up at night waiting for that little change to be implemented). By the way, my main reason for drinking tonight involves the following bit of prose that fits these here hinterlands to a "T":
ahhhh, pity the poor hinterlander, livin' in some piney backwoods, whose opportunities to see some of the wonderful films in release currently is limited by the distribution apparatus of major theatre chains & their absolute unwillingness to take a chance on any film not under the aegis of a major studio or cast w/a bankable star.

posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 11:34:04 PM | link

FOOP-ROLLING
I see
Wendell's back at it after a slightly longer than brief hiatus. Funny, I wasn't aware that those Betty Ford Clinic programs for "exhaustion" took four months. Ah, what the hell, anyone who quotes from Aja can't be all bad, although I've always preferred Tex Avery to Chuck Jones. If that rooster opening the door in the dog's stomach wasn't a flash of genius every bit as awe-inspiring as special relativity, then what the hell is? Anyone caring to debate the Avery-Jones thing with me is first invited to review the master's work via: all of which are prominently featured in my collection of things video.
posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 11:08:14 PM | link

MORE BLUE
A most helpful correspondent has directed me to another
Village Voice column, with the author of this one being the same Gary Giddins you see prominently featured in the Ken Burns epic we're watching. In Signposts of Posthistory, Giddins informs us that Miles Davis' Kind of Blue (1959) sells 5000 copies a month, or more than all of Sony's recent jazz releases combined. And a book of the same title (with the subtitle "The Making of the Miles Davis Masterpiece") has sold an almost unheard of 25,000 copies in its first five months. Yes, Miles and that album are good, but 5000 copies a month when there are many more very good albums that've been made in the intervening 41 years? As Giddins relates:
It's not the best jazz record ever made - there isn't one - and its universal appeal is not beyond suspicion. The music, after all, is superficially easy listening, however radical its underpinnings; even Coltrane goes down like mother's milk.
Giddins obviously suspects - as do I - that KOB is probably in a lot of multi-disc changers to add some street cred to a carousel otherwise chock full of Kenny G, John Tesh, and Thelonious knows what other discs full of the sort of aimless, overproduced noodling that apparently helps the chardonnay of the week and the conversations about whose brats will win the Nobel Prize first go down easier.

The best part of this column, though, is a baker's dozen of last year's releases recommended by Giddins. I generally agree with his tastes, have heard parts of a couple of his recommendations, and am familiar with most of the artists, so I'll repeat them here in the hopes that I can steer just one person to snag one of them rather than put out the cash to buy yet another copy of KOB that ain't gonna help the late Miles one damned bit. Miles wouldn't want his biggest legacy to be KOB, nor would he want the music he loved to be stultified and marginalized by people buying only albums that are older than them. He made Bitch's Brew, Nefertiti and many other post-KOB albums for a reason. That being preached, here's the list (wherein I've even included links to where you can obtain them and, I might add, at no profit to myself):

The music and albums being flogged as part of the Burnsfest have been available for a good long time and will remain so. That's not so with the albums listed above. Most will disappear after about 18 months and probably be dropped from the catalogues. These people are good, deserve better, and can sure as hell use the scratch (unlike all those mostly dead folks on those other albums).
posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 10:05:13 PM | link

KIND OF BLUE
In the context of the huge publicity jolt the latest Ken Burns epic will give the musical genre, Richard Woodward looks at the present state of the commercial viability of jazz in
Kind of Blue in the Jan. 10-16, 2001 Village Voice. The title, an ironic allusion to one of the top selling jazz albums of all time, sums the situation up depressingly well. Riffing off the oft-quoted line about jazz being America's classical music, Woodward tells us:
For many of the same reasons, jazz and classical music find themselves limping into the millennium under the burden of a glorious but sclerotic sense of tradition, and supported by an aging audience base that shows no sign of rejuvenating any time soon.

Throughout the '90s, record sales in both genres have shared the same dire statistical profile: a low, flat, at times sinking line. The Recording Industry Association of America, which gauges the popularity of different categories of music, has classical and jazz running neck and neck at the back of the pack, each with about 3 percent of the business, just ahead of oldies and New Age. In 1998 jazz fell to 1.9 percent, two-tenths ahead of soundtracks and far behind religious at 6.3 percent.

The situation is a lot better for the recording conglomerates than it is for the artists. The repackaging explosion brought about by the advent of the CD medium has led to sales of albums by the jazz gods that - while unspectacular compared to, say, the latest releases by Christina or Brittany - are steady and lucrative. Why? Well, you don't have to pay for producing an album that that was recorded and mixed 30 or 40 years ago, and it's one hell of a lot cheaper to transfer old tapes to digital format than to set up a studio to record a new album.

While you can find versions of most everything ever recorded by Louis Armstrong, Bix Beiderbecke, Benny Goodman, Art Tatum, Thelonius Monk, etc., it's a lot harder to find anything recorded in the last decade by anyone other than perhaps a half dozen or so artists after the 18-month shelf life of a new release has expired. And there are fewer and fewer new jazz albums even being recorded, as evidenced by the recent dissolution of the contemporary jazz departments at RCA and Columbia by their current owners BMG and Sony. The jazz albums they now offer are all made available via their reissue divisions. The future recording contracts of even Wynton and Branford Marsalis are presently in doubt, although there's hope that the Burns series will greatly spur sales of things Marsalis.

So why is jazz played by those who aren't dead in such a sorry state? Woodward outlines the reasons:

In fact, why this has happened is actually easier to explain than what to do about it. Jazz may have found a home in academia, but the infrastructure that supported new talent for much of its history has crumbled over the last 25 years. The music can't be heard anymore on commercial radio or television, writing about jazz in mass-circulation magazines has all but vanished, and the club circuit outside New York has shrunk drastically. "West of the Hudson things drop off pretty quickly," says Evered. "Where musicians used to make money touring and playing, and using CDs as calling cards, that's disappearing."
Are there any clear villains we can string up to at least feel better if not solve the problem?
It makes no more sense to blame the sad state of jazz on stifling tradition as interpreted by Wynton Marsalis than on corporate greed or the CD. Every cultural enterprise-from books to movies to newspapers to other music genres-now competes with its own past, more readily and cheaply available than ever before. There is more of everything now except time. But while books and movies have held their own in this new psychoeconomic climate, jazz and classical music have ossified. The painful truth is that if jazz had a broader and younger base, its infrastructure would still be strong. Its core constituency, however, has hollowed out.

The audience for straight jazz is made up of aging white males," says Pierson with only slight hyperbole. "In 10 years, after they've all had heart attacks, it'll be left with no audience."

Can anything be done to remedy the situation? Some are laying perhaps too many hopes at the feet of Burns' 800 pound gorilla:
The Ken Burns series may be the last, best hope for jazz to connect with the American public again. No doubt the canonized figures will get another boost. Columbia/Legacy and Verve have released 23 CDs keyed to the series, and there's a five-CD Columbia box as well. But jazz of the last 40 years is crammed into the last show, with Herbie Hancock, Weather Report, and John McLaughlin getting short shrift and Keith Jarrett and Pat Metheny, certainly the bestselling jazz instrumentalists of the last five years, not even mentioned. The record industry and working musicians can only hope that the series, which documents as never before how vital the music was to 20th-century American life, doesn't end up convincing viewers that the greatest players of jazz lived ages ago, in the classical past.
One might speculate that the ever-shrinking costs of producing and distributing one's own music via the 8 billion pound gorilla called the web might offer some hope to present and future jazz musicians. Cutting out the middleman and his well-documented enormous cut of the proceeds in this manner could make it viable for both the artists to create and record new jazz and the listeners to purchase and enjoy it - without millions of "units" of "product" having to be moved to pay off the coke dealer, plastic surgeon, personal trainer, etc. of everyone up and down the long line of bean counters and telephone sanitizers that currently intersperse themselves between artist and listener.
posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 03:51:40 PM | link

CLARENCE THE MUTE
In Good Questions, Bad Answers from Thomas in the Dec. 17, 2000 Washington Post, Courtland Milloy reports the following exchanges between Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas and a group of high school students. Recall that this was a day after Thomas and four other justices decided to hold their own election to appoint Shrub as president.
While speaking to a group of high school students last week, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas was asked why he rarely asks questions from the bench.

"Oh, boy, that's a good question," Thomas replied.

His answer, however, was not good at all.

"When I was 16," Thomas said, "I was sitting as the only black kid in my class, and I had grown up speaking a kind of dialect. It's called Geechee. But some people call it Gullah now, and people praise it now. But they used to make fun of us back then. . . . And the problem was that I would correct myself mid-sentence. I was trying to speak standard English. I was thinking in standard English but speaking another language. So I learned that--I just started developing the habit of listening."

Here was a grown man, a member of the highest court in the nation, telling students that he doesn't ask questions because he got his feelings hurt back in high school.

And the other reasons he gave were even more troubling.

"I also believe strongly, unless I want an answer, I don't ask things," he told the kids. But how can a Supreme Court justice not strongly want answers-- unless, of course, he has a closed mind?

"I don't ask to give people a hard time," he added. What does asking for information have to do with that?

"Usually, if you wait long enough, someone will ask your question," he concluded. How can the only black judge on the court really believe that?

The Q&A eventually got around to his decision of the previous day.
Although usually a proponent of states' rights, the Rehnquist court had conjured up two Supreme Court rebukes of racist, Jim Crow-era state courts as precedents for rejecting the Florida court's attempt to make sure all legally cast votes were counted--including thousands by otherwise disenfranchised blacks.

It was a truly perverse 5 to 4 ruling.

And yet, when Thomas was asked by a student if he brought anything unique to the bench, he had the nerve to cite his race.

"Not only am I a different race," Thomas said, "I'm from the Deep South. I was born and raised under a different system that I hope never to return to our country."

Fortunately, Thomas was addressing some smart kids, advanced placement students from Maryland and Pennsylvania, some of whom did not seem particularly impressed.

"Justice Thomas," one of them asked, "how does the court handle a justice that has become mentally incapable of serving the court?"

Thomas replied with a straight face. "Hopefully, that doesn't happen here," he said. "But there are statutory provisions for that."

Then it hit him.

"Are you thinking about something?" he asked. "Did I say something to suggest. . . ?"


posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 02:50:21 PM |
link

LINDA THE VICTIM
In the Salon article
Ungraceful Exit about Linda Chavez's self-congratulatory and self-pitying farewell press conference, Alicia Montgomery concludes with the following delicious paragraph:
Chavez will now return to the Center for Equal Opportunity, where she will likely resume bashing the victim culture of women and minorities. What she will say about the victim culture of disgraced politicos, however, remains to be seen.
Chavez's self-pity party even included belated forgiveness for Zoe Baird, who Chavez had savaged in the press for hiring an illegal alien in 1993. Although Chavez attempted to the end to maintain that their situations were different despite mounting evidence to the contrary, she managed to utter "I do believe that Zoë Baird was treated unfairly" in an almost convincing way, although she just couldn't force herself to add "by many including myself."
posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 11:08:40 AM | link

THE RETURN OF VOODOO ECONOMICS
At the top of the upcoming (like a bad taco) Shrub administration's list of "really fun things to try to do" is to attempt pass the $1.3 trillion tax cut he promised during his campaign. The familiar specious "supply side" arguments about how tax cuts will automatically stimulate the economy have been trotted out as justification for this. And - more's the pity - they're still being trotted out even after Alan Greenspan sent an unmistakable message to Shrub et al. with his half a percent reduction in the prime interest rate. That message - from the man given all the credit for the economic growth of the 90s by those who wouldn't give Clinton credit for walking and breathing at the same time, by the way - is that economic growth should be stimulated via monetary rather than fiscal policy, i.e. via changes in interest rates rather than tax cuts.

That clear message didn't stop Shrub's chief economic advisor Lawrence Lindsay from pinching off the following last weekend:

Let's contrast the typical credit card borrower on monetary policy versus fiscal policy. The interest rate cut of last week helps the typical credit card borrower about two bucks a month, two dollars a month, whereas Mr. Bush's tax cut for a family making $40,000, gets a $1,600-a-year tax cut, 32 bucks a week. That's a much bigger heft.
As
Paul Krugman points out in a Jan. 10 editorial, Lindsey's either incompetent or deliberately lying to his audience. The three levels at which his "argument" is specious are:
  • he inflated the numbers for Bush's proposed tax cut, i.e. estimates calculated by those not employed as professional prevaricators indicate that the tax relief will be on average about half of that claimed;
  • the comparison was loaded since he compared the full effect of a tax cut to one effect of interest rate reductions, e.g. mortgage payments will be reduced, the burden of debt on corporations will be reduced since they can borrow money cheaper, etc.;
  • the way interest rate cuts really work was misrepresented, i.e.
    Their main effect on demand isn't via a reduction in the payments people make on the debt they already have; lower interest rates work by stimulating investment, that is, by inducing businesses and individuals to borrow more, or to put their money into real assets instead of parking it in bonds.
This multiply specious argument was made as an official statement by Shrub's chief economic adviser, someone who should have learned the difference between monetary and fiscal policy (since he did read the cue card containing those exact words) as well as the cascading effects of interest rate cuts in ECON 100, although perhaps he was on the Shrub college plan and missed that class after a particularly bitchin' kegger. If we assume that Lindsey's probably at least read the popular works of Milton Friedman (if only because he had to summarize them in monosyllables for Shrub), then his statement is another official lie of the administration purporting to return integrity and honor to the White House.
posted by Steven Baum 1/10/2001 10:04:49 AM | link

Tuesday, January 09, 2001

ALIEN INVASION
The AP
just released the following:
Christie Whitman, President-elect Bush's nominee to head the Environmental Protection Agency, acknowledged seven years ago that she had provided housing and money to an illegal alien couple. Whitman, now the New Jersey governor, disclosed in 1993 that she and her husband had employed two Portuguese natives for more than three years when they were in the country illegally. Whitman made the disclosure as she prepared to run for governor. She released the information because of the national attention that was being paid to Zoe Baird, President Clinton's early choice for attorney general, for failing to pay Social Security taxes for a nanny.
This didn't hurt Whitman in her successful bid to become New Jersey governor in 1993, largely because her opponent fessed up to the same peccadillo just a few hours after she did. I was happy to see Chavez go, but that was largely because her behavior as regards her and Baird was almost the definition of sleazy hypocrisy.

One would like to see something a bit more rational come out of this situation, like for instance a more rational handling of an illegal immigrant situation that basically provides a slave labor pool for those who have Rockefeller tastes without the Rockefeller income. After all, after you pay enough to live in the right neighborhood, obtain the right SUV(s), send your little geniuses to the right schools, and join the right clubs you have neither the time or energy to clean up after yourself or legally hire someone to do it for you.
posted by Steven Baum 1/9/2001 04:41:30 PM | link

GOOD RIDDANCE
Not five minutes after I finished that last piece I found out that the next and hopefully last thing we're going to see from Chavez is
her backside receding in the distance. In a archetypal GOP maneuver, Chavez blames the messenger:
... Chavez blamed the Mercado story on leaks by a Democratic lawyer who knew about the arrangement. She also blamed "leaks from the FBI".
One person Chavez didn't and won't blame is herself. After all, if the media (i.e. the same evil liberal media that broke the story about Zoe Baird) hadn't brought it up then it would never have happened.

A Wall Street Journal story that broke today might also have something to do with Chavez hitting the road, i.e.

The article said FBI agents were pursuing an alleged conversation in December between Chavez and a former Bethesda neighbor, Margaret Zwisler, who had hired Mercado as a part-time domestic worker while Mercado lived with Chavez. According to the article, Zwisler has said that Chavez informed her she might get a high post in the Bush administration and did not plan to tell vetters about Mercado.
If this is true, then either Chavez lied to the vetters, or she didn't and the official Bush party line about her not knowing Mercado was illegal was a lie. Either way, we can already see how Shrub et al. are going to return honesty, integrity and dignity to the White House. There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and official statements from the Shrub camp.
posted by Steven Baum 1/9/2001 04:19:20 PM | link

INTEGRITY, DIGNITY AND LIES
Official Shrub spokesprevaricator Tucker Askew was asked if Linda Chavez knew if the illegal immigrant who was getting free room and board and spending money for occasionally straightening out the magazines on the coffee table. He replied that ...
... Ms. Chavez was unaware of the woman's legal status at the time she was sheltering her and only realized after she had departed from her home that she was here illegally.
The Washington Post reports that Marta Mercado, the person in question, says she informed Chavez of her illegality a few months after moving in to the Chavez Free Motel. A friend of Chavez is quoted as saying she was pretty sure Chavez knew of Mercado's status vis a vis the law. One would also think that only someone completely divorced from the real world would not realize the reality of Mercado's situation, especially after putting her up for free and giving her money for several months in return for nothing more than the completely voluntary (and in no way quid pro quo) weekly thorough scrubbing of the bathrooms with a toothbrush that all visitors in this country do as a matter of course.

The same spokestoady, when asked whether the pre-nomination vetting had revealed Chavez's illegal harboring of an illegal alien, replied that ...

... the vetters ask a range of serious questions. including things about domestic employees and paying taxes. They don't, however, ask potential nominees to enumerate every act of compassion.
That's about as precious as it gets. During the Zoe Baird hearings the Party of Laws and Not Men never stopped chanting about how the important thing to realize was the Rule of Law (Not Men), and since Baird broke the law she should not only be de-nominated but should probably also get the chair. But when Chavez breaks the law things are different. Now we're talking about a selfless, saintly act of compassion and the spokesycophant of the Party of Laws and Not Men plaintively begs for ...
... a common-sense standard: government should not punish you for trying to help somebody else out in life.
Either the GOP's convinced that - given what they've gotten away with in the last couple of months - the general public is about as sharp as a sack of wet mice, or they're using bigmouthed calumnist Chavez as a lightning rod and sacrificial lamb to take the pressure off and get Ashcroft and others through the nomination process.
posted by Steven Baum 1/9/2001 03:31:18 PM |
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Monday, January 08, 2001

THE JOKE CONTINUES
So what happens if you get caught using cocaine? Not much if you're white and rich. In yet another story illustrating in no uncertain terms that the war on drugs is in fact a race war, the
New York Post tells us that:
Hundreds of yuppie cokeheads snared by a sting - including doctors, lawyers and professors - are getting off because prosecutors say they're "genteel users" who can manage their habits, sources told The Post.
Well, it's not like the president-elect hasn't already set an example of what happens if you're wealthy and pale and you use cocaine. The number of users caught - via wiretaps, video tape and phone records - is estimated at from several hundred to a couple of thousand, but none are being charged. So who's taking the fall?
More than a half-dozen dealers have been busted, and most have pleaded guilty in the case. But no buyers have been charged.
It should come as no surprise that one person being prosecuted is named Jose Fernandez.

Getting some fresh powder for nose skiing was as easy as getting a pizza:

Investigators found that the ring took phone orders for cocaine that drivers would deliver to customers - many of them at Wall Street banks, white-shoe law firms and swank Manhattan addresses, according to court documents.
And even if any of the users were successfully prosecuted, their punishment would be two orders of magnitude less than that of someone in, say, Harlem getting busted for doing crack cocaine. This sort of thing puts in ultra-sharp focus how every word uttered in defense of the war on drugs is belied by almost every action.
posted by Steven Baum 1/8/2001 11:06:17 PM | link

WHAT GOES AROUND
I think most of the American people were upset during the Zoe Baird nomination that she had hired an illegal alien. That was what upset them more than the fact that she did not pay Social Security taxes.

Linda Chavez, McNeil/Lehrer News Hour, 1993

Of course Chavez's situation is completely different. While she
provided a room and money to an illegal immigrant and the latter performed chores around the former's house, there was no - to use one of the favorite words of the Iran-Contra gang - linkage between the two. And while Zoe Baird's not paying social security taxes was a a reckless and telling disregard of labor laws and ethics, Chavez - a perennial loud-mouthed opponent of raising the minimum wage - was merely engaged in an act of compassion. The way the spin squad's pushing this one Chavez may soon be featured on the Vatican's canonization list instead of correctly getting the same bootprint on her ass she gladly gave to Baird.
posted by Steven Baum 1/8/2001 10:19:17 PM | link


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