Showing posts with label Sprays right on and holds for hours. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sprays right on and holds for hours. Show all posts

Saturday, January 27, 2024

When You Fail To Plan

This started off as a post about the hiring practices at The New York Times.

But then it took a turn.  

Meh, whatcha gonna do.  

So, next time, hiring practices at The New York Times.  This time you get the tale of a nearly invisible organizational plague that is breaking down civic machinery everywhere.

I serve on a few voluntary boards out here in the middle of Middle America, and I'm active in a number of civic organizations.  Most of them are populated by humans at the far end of the actuarial Bell Curve, and since most of these organizations never bothered to focus on developing a farm system to bring in new blood and teach them the ways of the Force, many of them are currently being kept afloat by the aggregated, specialized institutional knowledge of few key board officers.

Board officers who are leaving.  

FYI, I can tell you from the many years I spent in workforce development, this dynamic, in somewhat different forms, is also happening out there in God alone knows how many private companies, corporations, colleges and so forth.

At these organizations, there are usually barely minimally adequate records for anyone coming on-board who needs to learn, in a hurry and in detail, how things got to be the way they are.  Instead the whole thing depends on Wally remembering that when they had that problem back in '94, Phil knew a guy whose cousin was an electrician or something.  Of course, Phil retired in 2003 and moved to Boca, but they think that maybe his son took over the business?  Or maybe some cousin?  Anyway this extremely complex and technical problem is back -- or something that reminds them of it is back -- so does anybody know what happened with Phil's business, or know enough about this extremely complex and technical problem to know who else to call?

Like that.  

Multiplied by dozens of tasks, all competing for the attention of a few volunteers.  

But are these tasks critical?  Are they we-all-go-to-jail or the-building-will-collapse issues, or are they not?  Who knows?  It there a way to rationally prioritize them?  Not that they know of.  Well, couldn't one, seemingly simple task -- say, reattaching some wooden elements that had been taken down for some reason now lost to history years ago -- be done by anyone with a ratchet wrench and half a dozen lag bolts?  Just to get it off the list?

Heavens no!  This will require some highly specialized carpentry and electrical expertise that only someone like Jim could handle.  

Ok, so .... where's Jim?  

Well wouldn't you know it, Jim also retired.  To Pompano.  And, hey lookit that!  He only lives about 20 minutes from Phil!  Small world.  

However, even though the indispensable men were either retiring to sunnier climes or passing on to that Big Finance Committee Meeting in the sky, the need for warm bodies to fill the mandated, institutional ranks remains, and so raw recruits are, well, recruited with little more vetting than, "Have you ever served on a board before?  Have you ever run a meeting?  Do you know how to type?"  And so, technically, seats are filled and charter-mandated officers elected.  

But facility with Robert's Rules and MS Word cannot make up for the loss of someone with 30 years of experience and contacts as a general contractor, or 20 years as a plumber or master woodworker or a degree in non-profit management or a degree in 501(c)3 accounting.  Those are the skills which, at a minimum, are required to keep the ship from running up on the rocks, and those skills are now, almost entirely, exiting the scene.  

Oh, did I mention that these organizations usually don't have anywhere near the financial resources to hire enough experts to bridge these gaps?  Yeah, it's all volunteers.  And tensions run high.  The remaining old hands are very anxious to hand the bag off to the new people ASAP.  They're tired. They've done their bit for king and country, and have other things to do.  Fair enough.  But once the new people have a chance to really look under the hood, they are equally anxious to not take over the legally-liable leadership of the group.  They're happy to take minutes, and will gladly staff a booth at an event if someone else plans it, or swing a hammer if someone else can tell them where to swing it and why.  

I also forgot to mention that almost all of this shrinking pool of competent volunteers usually serve on a number of different boards and councils.  You know the "80/20 rule", right?   80 percent of the work is done by 20 percent of the people, which is now a lot closer to being a "90/10" rule?  Well, when that 10% starts to leave and no capable replacements are available they're absence has a cascading effect across multiple organizations.    

Like so many problems today, short of building a time machine, going back to the 1980s and 1990s and demanding that responsible people start to make the small adjustments that would avert these crises later, I have no easy solutions.  As younger people prioritize different things, soon that 90/10 rule will become a 95/5 rule.  The pews will get emptier.  The member meetings more sparsely attended.  Some traditional community events will start to fade away.  

It is a hard thing to be of the generation that will not be the first to the Moon, but instead to whom falls the responsibility for boxing once-beloved things up and closing once-vital things down.  Nobody wants to be that guy, because everyone resents that guy, but here we are.  

Because like it or not, as Harry says in The Magnificent Seven, "There comes a time to turn Mother's picture to the wall and get out."  


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Friday, July 18, 2014

Zero Days Between Lies



We have reached the moment where the predictable lies of the Right now come so fast and reflexively that they form a single, continuous, uninterrupted, steaming log of mendacity:
Republicans Respond to the Ukraine Crash by…Blaming President Obama

By ANDREW ROSENTHAL JULY 18, 2014 11:29 AM

The Gaza Strip is in flames, Israeli troops and tanks rolling in for what is certain to be a bloody military operation in which the region’s battered civilians will once again absorb most of the pain. Meanwhile governments around the world are scrambling to find out who shot down a Malaysian airliner in eastern Ukraine (probably Kremlin-backed secessionists) and why (probably by accident). There are thousands of questions to answer about this nightmare, which is a direct result of the fact that there are gangs of armed men fighting with powerful and dangerous weapons in one of the most volatile places in the world, where Russia bumps up against Western Europe.

So how do Senator John McCain, the self-styled expert on all things military, and Representative Peter King, the equally self-styled expert on national security, respond? By attacking President Obama.
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Because they are now in so deep and are so utterly dependent on bullshit to save them from the righteous judgement of history, Conservatives can no longer afford to be honest with each other or with the outside world for even a moment.

And because of this, we are never going to bring down the Fox News/Hate Radio machine because no matter how hard we shell it with Reality because there are simply too many people in this country who would rather perish in hand-to-hand combat fighting over Climate Change or the IRS or Bill Ayers in the corridors of the Wingnutbunker than live in a world without Sean Hannity purring in their ear, telling them that their bigotry and paranoia are really godly and patriotic.

No this equation only changes by crippling the transmission belt that continues deliver Conservative lies to the general public, either straight up, in a clean suit of respectability, or gift-wrapped in thin veneer of "Both Sides Do It".

Until then we will remain marginalized shouters into a hostile abyss.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Voice of Empire, Ctd


I was known for doing a certain thing that many of the other girls wouldn't do.
-- Michele Bachmann Laurie Bohner, "A Mighty Wind"

"The POTUS Driven Life" edition

So the meaningless Iowa Republican Party fund raising exercise in Ames (Motto: "Bring us deep fried bar-b-q Barabbas!") is behind us and to no one's surprise, the tiny, hurtling moons of the GOP -- Phobos and Deimos Michele Bachmann and Ron Paul -- won the day.

Which was enough to buy America's leading Self-Fulfilling Propheteer onto every program at the Mouse Circus.

The Iowa Straw Poll (Alternate Motto: "A political event so important that Party front-runners plan their entire calendar around ignoring it") is a tent revival for a Conservatism which long ago stopped being able to function without a Villain of Luciferian Proportions riding the Greatest Existential Crisis in History to keep its mad, evangelical furnaces stoked.

Even if they have to invent the Villain of Luciferian Proportions out of whole cloth.

Even if they have to precipitate the latest Greatest Existential Crisis in History themselves.

The Conservative Movement on display is not something new: it something old. Ancient.

It is the Mob, now finally being given a place at Democracy's table. A tribe of superstitious blood-drunk savages baffled and terrified and lost in a world of angels and demons. looking for a demagogue to give them succor, and a convenient devil on which then can heap the blame.

Bachmann is not simply a liar: she comes factory-equipped with that Conservative evangelical capacity to preach lies with eyes wide open and in the face of a firehose of facts that would upend mere reason. But reason just bounces off of Conservatism because is a cult -- a cult of enraged White Conservative victimhood jacketed in the language of the divine -- and its power is anchored a mile deep in the fanaticism of its saints and prophets.

Which is why their rage and incoherence always catches the corrupt humdrums of the Beltway by surprise -- why it appears so bizarrely out of proportion to whatever crisis their Brain Caste has them tweaked out of their skulls about this week.

Because they are not fighting on policy or economic grounds; they are fighting on holy ground. And Barack Obama is not just a President with whom they have disagreements (which, considering how much ground he pre-concedes to them before negotiations even begin, is objectively nuts): he (like Clinton...and anyone else with a [D] after their name) is a Satanic Usurper who has stolen the Mantle of Heaven from its Righteous Whiteous Conservative owners, and therefor against whom any measure whatsoever (up to and including impeachment or destroying the global economy) is permitted.

Normal, sane human beings do not think this way which is why normal, sane human beings don't see the batshits coming until their already ranging up and down the corridors of power.

Today, Bachmann was everywhere: the Full Ginsburg.

Some of her give-and-take, in spirit if not literally transcribed:
  • Obamacare is the absolutely number one job killer. This company in Indianola laid off 100 people because of the Kenyan Usurper

  • We can't afford extending unemployment benefits. We're too broke.

  • Maybe people know better than those pointy-headed, atheist "experts".

  • I'm for real!

  • There are people in Dexter Iowa who canceled their internet because of the Kenyan Usurper.

  • I care about senior citizens. I love them. The Kenyan Usurper threatened default because he hates senior citizens and wants to kill them all.

  • This is real!

  • I wouldn't take the 10-to-1 deal deficit deal because all deals are in D.C. phony and I'm about reality!

  • (In response to her constant, malevolent gay bashing on which she built a political career) All these "gay" questions are not issues that people care about.

  • I am no one's judge. /But did you just judge the fuck out of gays?/ Lalalala, I ascribe dignity and honor to all people. Except the Kenyan Usurper and the Evil Commie Libruls.

  • The system in Washington is absolutely vile and corrupt.

  • I cut my teeth on being a bi-partisan problem solver.

  • We are the biggest debtor nation in history. Not long ago we were the biggest creditor. /driftglass: Yeah. Biggest creditor. And then Reagan took over...

  • There are exactly 219 Communists in the State Department 1,690 people in the Department of Transportation who got raises since the start of the Republican Recession. Clearly the Kenyan Usurper is destroying America.

  • I am real. I am authentic.

  • I shall not rest until we repeal Obamacare.

  • We can just "modernize" the shit out of Medicare and Social Security. /driftglass: Social Security has 2 moving parts. How exactly can you... You know. never mind. None of this is based on facts or reality: its based on tickling the pleasure centers of the Pig People.
Pretty much all of the above was repeated on each channel with a smiling robotic nonplussedness that was chilling to behold (Bachmann has also quite good at at overtalking David Gregory.)

Apparently one of the upsides of being a submissive Christian lady politician is that Bachmann actually heeds the council of her political advisers as if it was coming from a burning bush.

Her soulless political mechanic -- Ed Rollins
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Because what Ed doesn’t mention [in the column I cite here] is that the 26%-ers who still fucking looooove the GOP -- who goose-stepped along with Bush right off the cliff and into infamy, and who spent the last three decades getting their Jebus from Jerry Falwell and their politics from Rush -- didn't just precipitate out of thin air.

Nope.

Instead, our friend Ed Rollins -- that nice, straight-talking fella from the previous few paragraphs -- built 'em.

From a kit.

He and his protégé Lee Atwater

(who eventually shivved him in the back.)

Their bastard child, Karl Rove, helped. Tom DeLay helped. Jesse Helms helped. Phyllis Schlafly helped. Ed's former boss, Richard Nixon, helped. Ed’s close personal friend, Newt Gingrich, helped. Ed’s political hero, Ronald Reagan, helped.

In fact virtually all of the Usual Suspects out in the GOP's New Confederacy Workshoppe spent years and years and worked real, real hard to make sure the pinhead dregs of the segregationist South found a warm and welcoming home in the Party of Lincoln.

Because it helped them win elections. Period. Full stop.
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And so the GOP brain caste spent its entire political allowance recruiting the crazies. Pandered to them. Flattering them. Catering to their every whim. Giving them their own religion. Their own media. Their own think-tanks and their own cohort of men with college degrees, expensive suits and very sincere hair to reassure them that every one of their paranoid, imbecilic ideas was actually noble and patriotic.

That they and they alone speak for America.

That they and they alone are America.

Giving them, in other words, what they had always craved; political respectability and real power. In exchange for which they became the tent pole that propped up the entire Republican party.
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-- is definitely earning his keep.

Jesus, on the other hand, was nowhere in sight.

Friday, October 08, 2010

Your Friday Podcast


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-- Mark Twain


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Related links:

Susie Bright Costume Contest.

David Brooks goes to Church.

Rahm Emanuel on Twitter .

Christine O'Donnell and China.

Gene Cradick and the fire next time.

FDR and "Lend/Lease" (The arsenal of democracy vs the arsonists of democracy)


Atlas Shrugged: The Book of Revelations for Assholes.


And, of course, Happy Birthday Bro!