The real problems with Herman Cain are really our fault

Anyone who is surprised by the high poll numbers candidates like Donald Trump got or the seeming superficiality of the Herman Cain campaign has not been paying attention to American cultural trends and opinions.

Let me explain.

We live in a society that is obsessed with celebrity to the point that the reasons for said celebrity don’t really matter anymore. One of my first PR jobs was as a publicist at RCA Victor. When I was there I saw that people viewed ALL famous people as the same. The president is the same as Lady Gaga who is the same the Pope (in terms of celebrity). It’s the same reason people like Snooky and Kim Kardasian are celebrities and why people commit very public crimes — we all want our 15 minutes. Don’t believe me about the crime part? That’s why it is illegal in Canada and the UK to report the same way.

What does this have to do with the likes of Donald Trump and Herman Cain? Because we have reduced the role of president to that of reality or pop star, some now think that if they just get enough name recognition they can get to be president. I worry that this may be true because while it may win an election (it won Arnold Schwarzenegger and Jesse Ventura governorships in California and Minnesota respectively), but it doesn’t make anyone qualified for anything. And it certainly doesn’t qualify anyone to take on the very difficult task of leading the free world.

Cain’s campaign is setting a troubling precedent. He has no real campaign infrastructure and that’s bad for him. He has no real policy team and that’s bad for the rest of us. He is treating this campaign, at least thus far, as it is a big popularity contest. And the criticisms of his policies are not just coming from the left (to his credit, President Obama has yet to address the Herman Cain issue, this would only elevate Cain and bring down Obama). Conservative activist Grover Norquist has said Cain’s “9,9,9” plan is about ‘as good for the economy and eating a tapeworm to lose weight is healthy.” You can see this here.

Cain’s policy problems don’t end at the US shoreline. He has flaunted his lack of foreign policy knowledge saying, “And when they ask me who is the president of Ubeki-beki-beki-beki-stan-stan, I’m going to say you know, I don’t know. Do you know?” Check it out here.

This raises a second problem, which also starts with us. Ignorance of things not in US has become a virtue and this development is timed very poorly. As our world shrinks, we become more and more connected to other countries. Not knowing the president of one country is not a huge deal, there are a lot. Being proud of that fact is. In my opinion, the correct answer to that would be, “I am afraid I do not know but I can promise I will find out.”

My real point in all of this is that we lament the choices we are given in politics and the rancor and gridlock but neglect to take any responsibility for it. We have a representative democracy that is suppost to be reflective of us. We need to remember that and be more careful when choosing whom we elect.

Dear conservatives who long for the days of Reagan…

If there’s one thing as certain as death and taxes it is that every election year (and any other time they think they can work this in) conservatives will bring up the good ol’ days of Ronald Reagan. So I thought I would take a walk down memory lane and revisit some of the points they make.

Taxes:

You think taxes are too high? That they are the highest in American history?

Well, they certainly are not the highest in history. And many conservatives like to recall the wonderful world of life under President Dwight D. Eisenhower — so you probably think tax rates were near 0 then. But they weren’t. The highest earners paid — and hold on to your hat — 91 percent of their income in taxes.

Back to President Reagan.

When Reagan took office, the tax rate for the wealthiest among us was 50 percent. They stayed there for the first six years of his tenure in the White House. He lowered them to 38.5 percent in 1987 and then to 28 percent in 1988. That means for seven of his eight years as president, the richest Americans paid less taxes than under President Obama.

But while the tax cuts are what the right crows about, he raised them, too. In 1982, he raised business taxes, in 1983, payroll taxes went up (these have an impact on ALL wage earners), and in 1984, energy taxes went up.

Now, who remembers the 1990s? I do. From what I remember, life was pretty good. The economy did very well and President Clinton’s tax rate for the richest Americans? It was 39.5 percent. This rate now is 35 percent. You can get all this info here.

(Question for the class: if lowering taxes creates jobs, where are they?)

The deficit:

“I don’t worry about the deficit, it is big enough to take care of itself.” — President Ronald Reagan.

That comment may have been made in jest but if you look at his policies, you might think Reagan meant it because it grew during his presidency. In fact, it was lower under President Carter. Under Carter it was 2.5 percent of the GDP. Under Reagan it fluctuated from 4.2 percent to 6 percent. And think about that for a moment. If the economy IMPROVED under Reagan, the GDP grew meaning deficits went up in actual dollars a LOT.

It took getting a Democrat back into the White House (thank you, President Clinton) to balance the budget to the point where we even had surpluses by the end of his two terms.

My last thought on this is that we became a debtor nation for the first time under President Reagan.

Don’t believe me about any of this? Check this out.

Of tea, democracy and litmus tests

Dear Tea Party,

Over the course of the last month people all over the world have come out to protest the economic injustice that is our current reality. It reminds me of another group of people who felt disenfranchised and disappointed with the way our government operates and they did similar things.

So, I have to ask – why all the hate? Look, I will admit that I am very much in favor of the #occupyny protests and it is inspiring that these have spouted up in cities across the globe. It truly warms my heart and I will go to at least one protest (Something I rarely do. The last real protest I attended was in front of the Supreme Court in 2000). I also admit that I do not support The Tea Party. I think refusing to compromise and work with colleagues on the other side of the aisle is one of the biggest problems our Congress faces. We simply cannot threaten to shut th government down every few months. (It also costs a lot more because agencies cannot truly function well when they get funded this way.)

Having admitting all of that, your protests warmed my heart as much as these do. I love to see people get involved and make their voice heard by their government. The First Amendment is one of my favorite parts of the Constitution. It doesn’t only apply to people who agree with me. I may not like what you are saying but you have every right to.

The idea that we all have litmus tests for who we think has a right to protest and who does not is really troubling to me. When you start down the road that someone can arbitrarily decide who gets to speak and who cannot, well, that’s the day we lose one of the things that makes this such a great country.

Meet the Huntsmans!

This song should be sung to the 1962 Tune “Meet the Mets:

Meet the Huntsmans, meet the Huntsmans, step right up and greet the Huntsmans!

Bring your kiddies, bring your wife, guaranteed to have the time of your life!
‘Cause the Huntsmans are really hitting their stride, taking the country side to side!
East coast, west coast everybody is coming down to meet the Huntsmans of Utah town
Oh the butcher and the baker and the people in the streets, where do they go? To meet the Huntsmans!
Oh they’re hollering and cheering and jumping in their seats, where do they go? To meet the Huntsmans!
Oh the fans are true to the Mormons and you, should hurry up and come on down cause we got ourselves a moderate, Jon Huntsman from Utah town!

Give ’em a shout! Give ’em a hand! And let ’em know you’re rooting in the stands!

Come on and meet the Huntsmans, meet the Huntsmans, step right up and greet the Huntsmans!
Bring your kiddies, bring your wife, guaranteed to have the time of your life!
‘Cause the Huntsmans are really hitting their stride, taking the country side to side
East coast, west coast everybody is coming down to meet the Huntsmans, the Huntsmans of Utah town of Utah town!

The art of the possible

Another broken record appeal


I complain about Washington, DC. The DC Metro sucks. The infrastructure is falling to pieces. The state of what we call political discourse makes me want to poke my own eyes out. Oh, and had to go to the CVS and some creepy, smelly guy stood way too close to me and was growling. Dude, can’t a girl get some space? Last point, we had a scary earthquake and now a crazy hurricane is coming our way. What next? Frogs? Locusts? Glenn Beck will hold another crazy fest on the mall and his minions will take over my favorite coffee place and I’ll have to get my caffeine at the totally ghetto Starbucks that frequently runs out of coffee?

Rant mode over.

And then, just when I think the best plan is to move to a farm in Wyoming, something spectacular happens; I look at the Capitol Building and all that negativity just vanishes. I remain in awe of the amazing thing we have created here. When we tear each other down by attacking each other’s patriotism or motives, we don’t just hurt our political opponents but we diminish our creation and ourselves.
My entree into this glorious world of campaigns and politics happened when I was eight. Funny story: I was at the Hawk n’ Dove waiting for a friend and the manager, Paul, asked me about this. I replied that I had started by volunteering to unseat the evil Conservative Party (not GOP, mind you, but Conservative) from the first district of New York — Bill Carney. The man next to me said, “That’s me.” — He proved it by showing me his Congressional ID. Open mouth, insert foot. We are now friends.

When I was eight, I canvassed, I handed out flyers, I stuffed envelopes. On election night as we watched the returns, the areas I canvassed had a higher turnout for our candidate, George Hochbrukner (a hard name to spell but a great one to remember!) than other areas and I was sure that was because of my hard work. He lost. He lost the next election and was elected to Congress only when Bill retired. He quit when he could no longer go for a beer and have a conversation with his opponent. It wasn’t fun anymore. He thinks civility in this business is a pipe dream.

I don’t believe that. When I worked in the Senate, I felt a bond with all over staffers. We all were there, working crazy hours for next to no pay because we believed we could make a difference. The real difference between the two parties is not that one is more patriotic than they other or believes more in God. We all want to get to the same place, we just have different paths to get there.

I read on Conservapedia that Jefferson Smith from “Mr. Smith goes to Washington” was a Democrat. They also see it as demonizing Republicans. I don’t believe that. I refuse to believe that this movie was a partisan statement. It was a call to remember that politics really is the art of the possible.