Archive for the ‘Rants’ Category
Proving the point
Saturday, November 25th, 2006The tone of so many of the responses posted here proves just how correct Christian is in his blunt assessment of the region. Hate flows off the page. I'm a Floyd Countian who worked for The Times from 1965-69 before leaving the area for 35 years. When I returned in 2004, it saddened me to see intolerance and bigotry still existing so openly, ministers still preaching it from the pulpit and the Klan still holding rallies at Burnt Chimney and flying the Stars and Bars while marching in parades in Carroll and Grayson counties. Traditions die hard in the Commonwealth, especially the bad ones. The fact that the anti-gay marriage amendment passed so easily and that Southwestern Virginia almost kept George Allen in office proves that.
The day before the day after
Thursday, November 23rd, 2006It just ain’t the same…
Monday, November 20th, 2006When hate rules
Sunday, November 19th, 2006Voters' choices do more than just pick Election Day winners. They shape how the rest of the world views a region. Friends from across the continent called and e-mailed me Tuesday night and into Wednesday. The conversations mostly went something like this: "Where the hell do you live?" I don't know. "Allen's winning" or, on Wednesday, "Allen carried your region and might win." I know. "After 'macaca' and 'nigger.'" I know. "The noose and the assault." I know. "And you approved that gay marriage ban that screws over all unmarried people." I know! "Where the hell do you live?" Those election-night chats reflected an unfortunate but justified perception of Southwest Virginia. Voters in our region heavily backed Allen and a hateful gay marriage ban that spites their single neighbors and children just to prevent the state from recognizing the unions of loving same-sex couples.
Screwing the pooch
Saturday, November 18th, 2006Pissing people off
Saturday, November 11th, 2006The flogging shall continue until blogging improves
Sunday, November 5th, 2006Fred First, the de facto leader of Floyd County's blogging community, is leaving the neighborhood.
No, Fred is not leaving Floyd County. Fred is leaving our web servers, where we have hosted Fragments from Floyd for the past two years. Fred moved his popular blog to our servers after outgrowing his previous home. Now he's outgrown our home and is moving on to a new hosting location with Sean Pecor along with a new blogging platform (Blogger)
Fred's departure comes at a time when I'm taking a second look at the whole world of blogging. Like many journalists, I've always been skeptical of blogs and the intentions of bloggers. Too many of them appear to be frustrated writers who use blogs to bombard the world with words and opinions that could not be published elsewhere.
Don’t call us and we won’t call you
Wednesday, November 1st, 2006The caller ID on our phone showed a call from Salt Lake City Tuesday.
No message on voice mail: Just the call, along with four or five others from 800 numbers.
I recognized the Salt Lake number: The call center for The Tarrance Group, a Republican polling firm based in Alexandria. I know the folks at Tarrance and worked with them in a number of campaigns. My guess is they were calling to poll on George Allen.
Just for grins, I ran backtraces on the 800, 866 and 877 numbers. All came from polling firms or other political organizations.
One week to go until the November mid-term elections and both parties have their propaganda machines running at top speed. We Tivo everything on local channels so we can speed past the endless barrage of ads from the Senate race in Virginia.
This election is a no-brainer in our house. We're voting for Jim Webb for Senate because neither Amy nor I can stand having a corrupt racist like George Allen represent Virginia in the Senate. And Rick Boucher gets our vote. He's a good Congressman with a decent record of constituent service.
And we're voting "no" on the marriage amendment. It's nobody's damn business if people of the same gender want to marry and we're both damn sick and tired of the rabid right-wing extremism that has taken over government, especially at the federal level.
Our minds are made up and we don't need propagandists from either political party telling us how we should vote on Nov. 7.
The monsters among us
Sunday, October 8th, 2006I broke a longstanding rule and did a broadcast interview Saturday, offering my perspective to the escalating Congressional page scandal. A friend in Washington asked me to do the interview because I worked on Capitol Hill in 1983 during another sex scandal involving pages. I owed him a favor. We're now square.
That scandal involved Congressman Dan Crane, an Illinois Republican who brought a 17-year-old female page to his Alexandria apartment for sex, and Rep. Gerry Studds, a Massachusetts Democrat who did the same thing with a male page in his Capitol Hill apartment. Both were censured on the House floor. Crane cried and asked his colleagues and constituents for forgiveness. Studds defiantly said he did nothing wrong and refused to apologize. Crane lost his re-election bid the following year. Studds continued to serve in Congress for several more terms.
The current scandal involving former Rep. Mark Foley, the Florida Republican who resigned after his sexually-explicit emails to young male pages came to light, highlights a Congress out of control and a system where lust too often rules. Yet such behavior is not confined to Congress. Dan Farmer, a 36-year-old married Floyd County High School teacher resigned last month amid charges he had drawn a 15-year-old female student into an affair. The girl's parents pulled her out of school recently because her classmates treat her like a pariah. At a recent high school football game I watched in shock as the family sat alone in the bleachers. No one would sit near them. They are leaving the county because of the way people treat them.
Some criticise the family for filing public charges against Farmer, saying they should have let the school board handle it quietly by allowing the popular teacher to resign and leave the county. But investigators for the Virginia State Police have uncovered evidence that Farmer may have gotten into trouble before with another student in another county where he was allowed to resign and move on to Floyd County to prey, once again, on another young girl. If this is so, then "handling it quietly" was the wrong thing to do because it allowed a sexual predator to continue to harm others. More than one student at FCHS has told me other students are sexually involved with other teachers, although they refuse to name either the student or the teacher. I hope what they are saying is just fantasy but recent events nationally and nearby suggest otherwise. In Wythe County, a female teacher awaits trial for having sex with three 13-year-old male students. Teachers in Montgomery, Roanoke and other counties have resigned amid charges.
In covering courts for The Floyd Press, I have written about several cases where a parent or other relative sexually abused a young girl or boy for years before someone took action and brought charges. Yet family counselors tell me most cases of sexual abuse by a family member still goes unreported and that predator goes on to abuse others.
In Congress, Republicans tried to handle the Mark Foley affair quietly and it has blown up in their face. Had they taken action years ago when Foley's inappropriate behavior towards young pages became known, the scandal would not be dominating the election debate today and other young men would not have been exposed to a sexual monster.
For many years, the Catholic Church has ignored the problems of pedophile priests, choosing to send them to other cities rather than expose them and kick them out of the church. Catholics are not alone in this. Other denominations routinely cover up sexual misconduct by their pastors. In Floyd County, the popular book about the Rev. Bob Childress, The Man Who Moved a Mountain, largely ignores his affairs with married female parishioners.
When sexual abuse is concealed at any level, it festers and becomes an open sore on the community. It doesn't matter if it is a Congressman, a teacher, a parent, a relative or an unknown predator. The best way to deal with the problem is through swift, punitive, public action against those who commit the crime. Anything less is just adding another crime against those already victimized by these monsters.
Lies, damn lies and politicians
Wednesday, September 27th, 2006My cell phone started ringing before I stopped for my morning coffee in downtown Floyd Tuesday. When I got to the studio, several voice mails awaited. Even more would be waiting at home. Amy said the phone started ringing early. She looked at the caller ID on the first call and saw it was The New York Times and went back to sleep.
By noon, the list of calls demanding to talk to me included the Times, The Norfolk Virginian-Pilot, The Richmond Times-Dispatch, The Cavalier Daily at the University of Virginia, several television stations, three talk-radio shows and some who left only their name and number.
All this over a column I wrote for Capitol Hill Blue that morning. In it, I discussed encounters with Virginia Sen. George Allen over the years and listed, in detail, two occasions where I heard him use racial slurs against Afro-Americans.
Spend any length of time around George Allen and you quickly discover he’s a racist, a bigot and a homophobe. During a sabbatical from journalism I worked in Republican politics and couldn’t avoid the rampant racism of Allen or too many other members of the Grand Old Party. Such intolerance contributed heavily to my reasons for leaving political work.
The reporters wanted more details and comment on a report put out by the Allen people that claimed that (1) I never worked in GOP politics, (2) had a hard-on for President George W. Bush as well as anyone Republican and (3) was on the payroll of the Democratic party.
I laughed when one reporter forwarded me the claims from the Allen campaign, all contained in an email from Dick Wadhams, Allen’s campaign manager. I know Dick. We worked together on some projects while I was with Eddie Mahe's business and political consulting firm in Washington (which later merged with the Foley, Lardner law firm). Dick's list of innuendoes, distortions and outright lies about me were just the kind "evade the issue" response I would have drafted when I was running campaigns and my candidate got caught doing something stupid.
Politics is not a game for sissies. It’s a nasty business. Dick was following one of the oldest rules of the game: When the facts are against you, pound the table and call the other side names. He claimed I was a shill for Allen’s opponent, former Navy Secretary Jim Webb. That’s his job. Because too many people have now come forward with stories about Allen's racism, Dick's only recourse is to try and discredit the source even though he knows for a fact that I don't work for Webb or anyone connected with him.
I understand what Dick is doing and why he has to do it. It's just the reality of politics. Too many reporters for today’s newspapers, however, don’t understand that true political professionals don’t get personal. Politics is a business. When I played in that arena, I was good at it and won most of the elections I worked. That's why I ended up running the largest political action operation in the nation for five years at The National Association of Realtors. But I soon tired of the gamesmanship, the duplicity and the absence of truth in elections.
When I left politics and returned to journalism, I vowed not to write about what I saw and heard while working inside the system unless an elected official or candidate played fast and loose with the facts. As an insider for 10 years I saw and heard a lot. When George Allen claimed Monday he had never used a racial epithet, I decided to write about the times I heard him do so. I don’t like politicians who lie: which means, of course, that I don’t like most politicians.
Most reporters who called on Tuesday wanted to draw me into a pissing contest with the Allen campaign. They wanted me to fire back at Dick because such name-calling makes good copy. I told each that I don’t do interviews or appear on radio or TV talk shows. When I refused to play their game, some got testy.
“If you don’t talk to me then I won’t reprint what you wrote,†said one.
I laughed and asked: “And your point is?†He hung up.
I don’t write to get my name in The New York Times, on the Associated Press Wire or the pages of The Washington Post. Been there, done that, got the clipping file. I also don’t work for such news organizations. Also been there, also done that, also have the clippings. When I write for Capitol Hill Blue it is for the 500,000 plus readers who visit the site on an average month. They're my audience, not the readers of any other web site or publication.
When I still worked fulltime as a journalist, reporters didn’t call other reporters and ask them for their sources. We did our own legwork, developed our own sources and our own stories. We didn’t have researchers doing the work for us.
There are dozens of people in Washington and Virginia who have heard George Allen use racial slurs. Some added comments to the story I wrote on Capitol Hill Blue on Tuesday and some used their names. I received emails from others.
Allen’s campaign staff went into overdrive Tuesday to try and dis credit each and every source of information on their candidate’s sordid and racist past. That’s their job even though it will be next to impossible given the number of times Allen has lapsed into his racist ways and the number of people who saw and heard him each time it happened.
Now it’s the job of reporters covering the campaign to do theirs and prove that George Allen is just another lying politician.
Woe to you Hokie Bird!
Sunday, September 10th, 2006What’s the deal with all the vandalism to the Hokie Bird statues in Blacksburg? Is it some disgruntled local? A rival mascot? Some other group of miscreants? Whoever it is, it’s not really funny and I hope they are caught and prosecuted. From what I’ve read, those fiberglass statues are around $7500 each! Someone needs to be turned over the proverbial knee and given a good spanking.
“That I May Serve - Nick Brantley Memorial” by Sarah Meadows of Bedford honors the life of Navy Lt. Nick Brantley, a Virginia Tech alumni and previous commander of the Virginia Tech Corp of Cadets.
(I will add more as I have time, and feel free to add links in the comments and I’ll add the bird here, thanks!)
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Chicken-fried racism
Thursday, August 24th, 2006
Hypocrisy is a given with most politicians but few practice it as blatantly as Virginia Sen. George Allen, who embraces Southern racism as though it were a birthright.
That hypocrisy shone brightly recently when Allen insulted a native-born Virginian of Indian descent by calling him "macaca" at a campaign rally.
""This fellow here, over here with the yellow shirt, macaca, or whatever his name is. He's with my opponent," Allen said, referring to S.R. Sidarth, a campaign worker for Democratic challenger Jim Web. "Let's give a welcome to macaca, here. Welcome to America and the real world of Virginia."
"Macaca" is a slang racial slur used to insult people of color. It can mean "monkey" or, in worse cases, "shithead."
Sidarth should have been "welcoming" Allen to Virginia. He was born in the Old Dominion. Allen was born in Los Angeles.
Yet Allen likes to wrap himself up as a "Virginian," one from a part of the past that best left forgotten. A Confederate battle flag flies in the Senator's office. Some years ago, while still living in Northern Virginia, I went to a cookout in McLean sponsored by Virginia Republicans. A group of "good old boys" stood by the beer table, laughing their butts off at an unending string of racist jokes told by one of their group - then political wannabe George Allen.
Allen represents a side of Virginia politics that is best forgotten and there are still too many chicken-fried racists like him holding down positions of power in our midst.
Like Morgan Griffith of Salem, the Majority Leader of the House of Delegates.
Griffith jumped to Allen's defense when the Senator committed his racist gaffe, telling The Washington Post that "not many people in southwest Virginia would think (Allen calling Sidarth 'macaca') is derogatory. I didn't have a clue what it meant, and I doubt Allen did, either."
Speak for yourself, Morgan. Your comments might play well at the Klan rallies at Burnt Chimney down in Franklin County but those gatherings, like you, do not represent the majority of modern Virginians. You may be a dumbass Southern bigot but don't try to wrap the rest of us up into your mantle of good-old-boy racism. I'm one Southwestern Virginian who knows exactly what "macaca" means and I think any elected official who uses such a word to describe a Virginian should be voted out of office.
Claim jumpers
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006Whenever something remotely newsworthy occurs in Floyd County, you can be sure politicians who had nothing to do with the event jump in and try to claim credit.
We saw this happen this week when the county announced the deal with Arrow Trucks Sales of the Volvo Group to set up a truck component remanufacturing facility in the Branwick Center.
Gov. Tim Kaine issued a press release "announcing" the deal. Kaine didn't have a damn thing to do with the deal. The credit goes to the County Board of Supervisors, the Industrial Development Authority and Lydeanna Martin, county director of economic development.
Likewise, Del. Allen Dudley of Rocky Mount, our state representative, made a rare appearance in Floyd County to attend the ceremony. You can count on Dudley to be here when there's a chance of getting his picture in the paper. I managed to shoot a number of photos and none included him.
As reps go, Dudley is a lightweight. I met a lot like him during my sojourn as a political operative. They do just enough to get by and stay in office but are seldom around when you really need them.
The Arrow Trucks deal came about because of a lot of hard work by our local officials. The claim jumpers were just there in an attempt to share the glory.
Didn't work. My mama drowned the dumb ones.
Driveway, thy name is mud
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006We've lost the battle of the driveway at Chateau Thompson. Foot-deep gullies cris-cross the lower part and too much of our rock now resides in the ravine off one side.
The hard rains of this Spring and Summer were too much for the slurry mix that stood up so well last year. An extra coating we added in May is all but washed away.
We will need time to work on the driveway but with rain in the forecast today that time will have to wait.
Good thing we own Jeeps.
Good grief!
Wednesday, June 21st, 2006Our friend Fragmented Fred First has his tighty-whities in a bunch over a new sign that Mike Turman and Doug Phillips erected in front of their building on North Locust Street in Floyd.
Fred thinks its gaudy and posted a picture of it on his blog, although he blurred out the names of both Doug’s and Mike’s businesses either to avoid giving them publicity or to possible legal action.
Others have complained to me about the sign. Yes, the sign is gaudy. But so what? It’s their business (and both of their businesses are very, very successful) and if they want to promote their businesses with a bright, colorful sign with a time and temperature readout then that is their right.
I’ve known Doug and Mike since high school and both have done extremely well for themselves in a county where doing well ain’t all that easy. Mike is easily the most successful businessman in the county now and his diversified interests include timber, log homes, interests in various and sundry other businesses, and Lord know what else.
Doug runs a successful real estate and auction enterprise and is chairman of the county school board. If their sign complies with the local signage ordinance (which it does despite rumors to the contrary), then why shouldn’t they put up whatever they want?
I have a problem with an insistence that we conform to someone else’s idea of what may or may not be proper. Taste, style or design is subjective at best. During our 23 years in Arlington, Amy and I lived in a condominium with a Gestapo-style condo board that dictated everything from the color lining we could use on window drapes to what could or could not be placed on our balcony. The chairman of our board tried to tell Amy she could not have a certain color tablecloth on a table on that balcony and insulted her “sense of color.†That prompted me to tell him that if he ever spoke to my wife in such a manner again the only sound he would be capable of making would be through a tracheal tube. He left us alone after that.
It is presumptuous for anyone to try and impose their standards on someone else, be it right-wing fanatics who want to impose strict fanatical religious standards on all of us or preservationists who demand that all buildings use cedar shake roofs and natural wood sidings.
Floyd should not become any one person or group’s vision of what they think a community “should†look like. Our area is unique in part because of different tastes, lifestyles and ideas.
A concept that has long been ingrained in Floyd’s tradition is to do what we want with our property and an absolute aversion to interference of that right by others.
That means if I want to put a flashing neon sign that proclaims “Totally nude college coeds from New York†in my front yard then, by God, I have every right to do so, and the only consequence I should have to worry about is how to explain those nude college coeds to my wife.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Friday, June 9th, 2006Miss the past? Don't worry. There's a developer out there rebuilding the past just for you.
This is from the promotional material for "Mayberry Hills," a new "downtown" community at Smith Mountain Lake:
Downtown Moneta’s Mayberry Hills brings the friendly, family neighborhood of "the past" back to life. We’ve designed the entire neighborhood so you actually get to know your neighbors. We brought back the front porch, sidewalks lit by streetlamps, and beautiful landscaping so everyone can enjoy a glass of ice tea, a leisurely conversation or an evening walk with the neighbors.
Smith Mountain Lake, in many ways, is scab on the landscape of Southwestern Virginia. Here's the way the "Downtown Moneta" web site describes it:
Smith Mountain Lake with its 512 miles of shoreline is Virginia’s second largest body of water. It is a 22,000-acre lake and as a resort it compares to what many call the “ Lake Tahoe of the Eastâ€. The Smith Mountain Lake Chamber of Commerce mailed out 18,000 information packets in 2004 to potential new residents and visitors and over 20,000 in 2005. This is up from 2,600 requests in previous years.
Lake Tahoe of the East? God help us.
Then we have this in an ad in Mountain Living, one of those developer-oriented magazines that favors turning mountains into vertical subdivisions:
Named by National Geographic Magazine as one of the top senic man-made lakes in the world, Lake Lure is truly in a class by itself.
Sure is, if the class is phony lifestyles of the rich and foolish.
Hard habit to break
Thursday, June 1st, 2006When we decided to leave the Washington area and move to Floyd County fulltime I made a foolish promise to stop writing about politics, an issue that has dominated my journalistic life for more than 40 years.
Foolish because politics is an addiction worse than any drug, a substance abuse problem that cannot be licked. One cannot walk away from politics. It is too ingrained into our society, sapping the body politic (pun intended) of all strength, of all vitality, of all purpose.
I've tried more than once to go cold turkey from politics. I cannot. I really don't want to. It's part of who I am. I write about it. I rant about it. I get pissed as hell about it.
To try and do something positive, we recently launched a grassroots educational organization called The Campaign for Our America, an organization that will seek real reform of both our political and governmental system. Our purpose is outlined in this story on Capitol Hill Blue and on the CFOA website.
If you get a chance, check us out and, if you agree with what we are trying to do, join us and other fellow political addicts as we try to put our addiction to good use.
CSI: Can’t Stand It
Friday, May 19th, 2006If you’re grossed out easily, this post isn’t for you.
RANT:
I should start off with the disclaimer that I used to love shows like CSI, Law & Order, ER. I also used to work in the justice system, volunteer with the local rescue squad as a cardiac technician and I have seen the real blood of a murder victim on the hands of her murderer as well as other tragedies that these shows glorify.
Last night I watched CSI (or any show like it) for the first time in many months and was really sickened by the level of “realism” that the writers, director and TV people are putting into it. I watched a police detective lift the severed head of a murder victim out of a creek. I watched a police detective being shot in slow motion, complete with fake blood flying out of his wounds. I watched the autopsy of the aforementioned severed head victim, complete with them realigning the severed head with the man’s torso.
What makes this truly disturbing is the great efforts that everyone involved in the production goes through to make it realistic and yet how very unrealistic it truly is. I’ll first start off by saying that the sound effects they use…completely inaccurate. Our bodies, dead or alive, do not come anywhere close to the level of disgusting sounds portrayed on the television. Furthermore, police detectives do not lift severed heads from anywhere by their hair and stare into their eyes.
It amazes me that this stuff is allowed on television. This is the kind of thing that movies like Friday the 13th were originally rated R for.
Remember, I used to love this stuff, but having some time off from it has really opened my eyes to how truly disturbing it is.
CSI: Can’t Stand It
Friday, May 19th, 2006If you’re grossed out easily, this post isn’t for you.
RANT:
I should start off with the disclaimer that I used to love shows like CSI, Law & Order, ER. I also used to work in the justice system, volunteer with the local rescue squad as a cardiac technician and I have seen the real blood of a murder victim on the hands of her murderer as well as other tragedies that these shows glorify.
Last night I watched CSI (or any show like it) for the first time in many months and was really sickened by the level of “realism” that the writers, director and TV people are putting into it. I watched a police detective lift the severed head of a murder victim out of a creek. I watched a police detective being shot in slow motion, complete with fake blood flying out of his wounds. I watched the autopsy of the aforementioned severed head victim, complete with them realigning the severed head with the man’s torso.
What makes this truly disturbing is the great efforts that everyone involved in the production goes through to make it realistic and yet how very unrealistic it truly is. I’ll first start off by saying that the sound effects they use…completely inaccurate. Our bodies, dead or alive, do not come anywhere close to the level of disgusting sounds portrayed on the television. Furthermore, police detectives do not lift severed heads from anywhere by their hair and stare into their eyes.
It amazes me that this stuff is allowed on television. This is the kind of thing that movies like Friday the 13th were originally rated R for.
Remember, I used to love this stuff, but having some time off from it has really opened my eyes to how truly disturbing it is.