Archive for January, 2008

Of politics and dirt

I was prompted to write this after reading an article by Michael Blim at 3quarksdaily, but I will come back to it later. Unless you are living under a rock, you may be getting some news of the Democratic primaries. It has started swinging in ways few expected it to, making it fraught with more drama than it needs. It is a complicated choice between candidates with essentially similar agendas, but starkly different personalities. That is why the choice for a Democrat is not so much about “issues” or “experience”, as some keep on parroting, but about who can win a general election against any of the Republican candidates, and who possesses the personality for leading and inspiring the country. And even by those measures it is very hard to say who is the right candidate – if there ever is any.

But what is troubling, without doubt, is the strategy adopted by the Clinton camp. Make no mistake, this is not an upset husband lashing out in his wife’s defense – the Clintons are way too sophisticated for that – but a well-calculated gambit, even though Senator Clinton’s supporters would like to believe otherwise. It is simply wishful thinking that President Clinton acted without the tacit or explicit approval from his wife, and her well-oiled campaign machinery – the dirt is on her hands too.

First, there were the lies – a comment from Obama about the transformative nature of Ronald Reagan’s presidency was spun as a sign of his love and support for Reagan’s ideologies. In his book “Dreams from My Father”, Obama writes:

In 1983, I decided to become a community organizer. There wasn’t much detail to the idea; I didn’t know anyone making a living that way. When classmates in college asked me just what it was that a community organizer did, I couldn’t answer then directly. Instead, I’d pronounce on the need for change. Change in the White House, where Reagan and his minions were carrying on their dirty deeds. Change in the Congress, compliant and corrupt. Change in the mood of the country, manic and self-absorbed.

Remember that this was written in 1995, well before he ever run for a public office. At what point does it sound like that this man loves Reagan’s ideals?

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Link roundup

Some interesting reading I came across recently:

Welcome to America…You’re Under Arrest is a collection of unfortunate but ultimately hilarious (specially with the luxury of not having to experience them first-hand) incidents to befall a fellow Desi.

It was about five years ago. I was returning from Pakistan and standing in the immigration line at JFK, completely exhausted after a 20-hour flight. When my turn came up at the counter, the INS agent looked at my papers, typed a few things into his computer, and then asked me to follow him to a large room at the side of the immigration hall. I was informed that I was being detained. Two agents handcuffed me and led me to another smaller room. When I asked what I had done. They said things like, “Oh, you know what you’ve done. We know who you are.”

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“Who am I? What have I done?”

“You should know that better than we do, now shouldn’t you?”

When I asked to contact a lawyer, I was informed that I hadn’t yet been admitted to the United States, and so had no legal standing. No lawyer would be called, nor would I be allowed to call anyone else. They took my cuffs off, fingerprinted me (very difficult because of my sweaty palms), recuffed me, and then left me there.

Read the rest of it here (via 3quarksdaily).

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Globalization – II

More on the theme of Globalization: Last week I met a German guy at a housewarming/birthday/as-you-like-it party and, finding out that I was from India, he mentioned that he had attended Diwali once. That made me curious, since during last year’s Diwali none of the local Indians I know in Saarbrücken seemed to know of a Diwali celebration anywhere closer than Cologne or Frankfurt. I thought maybe this is the Great German Conspiracy of keeping the locations of Indian festivities secret from Indians and attending those themselves. So I asked him where he attended Diwali; his nonchalant answer, “Why, In Korea”! Now, when was the last time you expected a German guy to attend an Indian festival in Korea?

Tea time

“Oh, nice! Who got the cream puffs”?

“I did. What do you call them in English”?

Cream puffs. Like, you know, they are puffy and have cream inside”.

“That sounds like ‘The Powerpuff Girls‘”.

“I bet the Powerpuff Girls will be very good to eat too”!



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