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Archive for April, 2009
Chapter 11 Filing Imminent For Chrysler…
Apr 30th
… after talks between the Treasury Department and lenders break down.
So much for everything I wrote yesterday. Ah well.
Sorry, Dad.
Tidying Up The Joint A Bit
Apr 29th
I’ve freshened the book’s Web site up a bit. Nothing major, just some content updating and boring back-end stuff (“oh… you mean if you use a template for the pages and you change something on the template all the pages built from it are actually supposed to automatically update?”). Still a bit more work to do, but the bulk of it is done.
I am grateful for how well the book has been received thus far, especially given how its promotion to date has consisted strictly of social media on a none-too grand scale — at least on my part — and word of mouth. I’m slowly getting the promotional efforts going as best I can with the limited means at my disposal; hopefully they will bear fruit without my being labeled a big old fruitcake from hell (thank you, Lost Dogs, for that classic song title). I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Todd Jenkins for selflessly spreading the word, and to everyone else who’s talked up the book. God bless you all.
The work continues.
The Little Company That Just Might
Apr 29th
Although it’s not yet a done deal, all signs are pointing toward Chrysler which as recently as a week ago was having space prepped for it in the business obituary column emerging from its dire straits still breathing albeit not getting money for nothing. If it all comes together, the company should hire Gomer Pyle to do its next ad. He’d be a natural given how the reaction of most everyone is “well goll-oll-ee surprise surprise surprise.”
One of the key elements to the deal, again assuming everything holds together, is the hitherto novel concept of forcing Chrysler’s labor force to actually behave in a manner indicating they are responsible for generating the corporate income that puts the numbers on their paychecks. Under the proposed agreement with the UAW, it will hold a fifty-five percent stake in the company.
We’ve all heard the phrase “drive it like you stole it.” Its counterpart is “work it like you own it.” When someone is fully aware they have a personal interest in their employers overall performance, mailing it in is no longer an option. Also, never underestimate the power of peer pressure. When one slacks and everyone suffers as a result, said slacker is cut none.
All of this would have amused my father to no end. He was a car guy and a Chrysler man through and through. That is, until he bought a 1980 Plymouth Horizon that was such a lemon the only thing he wanted to do was see it disappear over the horizon. Eventually he gave up and bought a Toyota. Yet even after that, he still waxed nostalgic about the Dodges and Plymouths he had driven and worked on over the years. Never did own a Chrysler, though. Too pricey. Besides, there were five of us rugrats rampaging about. Station wagons were pretty much mandatory transportation.
What he would have found especially enjoyable would be if GM fails to reach a similar agreement with the UAW and as a result is forced into bankruptcy. Dad would have rather crawled through a minefield laced with barbed wire than drive, or so much as ride in, a GM car. It should be noted that Dad riding in a car was almost never an option. He was an accomplished road pilot, and unless he was incapacitated he would do the driving. Period. The only person to whom he willingly relinquished the wheel? Mrs. Dude, the frustrated NASCAR driver. Naturally she’s never let me forget this.
Back to Chrysler, GM and all that. As mentioned, now that the UAW will be cognizant of their place in ensuring Chrysler returns to viability it’ll be interesting in the extreme to see how the company performs as a unit. Ownership does that to you. It’s the ultimate level of accountability. When you know your job is on the line, and everyone else knows their job is on the line, and everyone knows they’re dependent on everyone else as well as themselves, good things happen. They have to. You make it that way. You make sure everyone else does the same. And they do the same to you.
Now compare this to the government. Before you start thinking “uh, wait — hello, these things called ‘elections?’”, bear in mind the overwhelming number of government jobs aren’t elected positions. They’re appointed. There is no accountability to the public. None. Lip service about it, oh you betcha. But genuine accountability? Yeahright.
We’ve seen what happens in private (and given the present administration’s heavy-handed involvement I use the term so loosely it rattles) enterprise when there is a disconnect from the notion of responsibility for its performance. Namely, how the UAW has conducted itself over the past few decades, bleeding the auto manufacturers dry and viewing them as a bottomless money pit. Certainly the corporations also bear a chunk of the blame for their present predicament, sacrificing innovation and quality for the sake of… actually, I’m not quite sure what for. But I digress. That said, the unions bear the brunt of responsibility for the sign asking the last person to leave Detroit if they’d be so kind as to turn off the lights.
Said all that to say this. If private industry disintegrates when there is no sense of accountability, how can anyone expect the government, which knows precious little if any accountability, to run the affairs of private business?
The Obama administration is fervently working toward nationalizing, be it directly or de facto, the financial sector, health care, and in the case of the automotive business major industry. Set aside the pros and cons of the present administration and think about our government as a whole. How can we realistically expect it to run these in an efficient manner? It can’t control its own spending. It’s heavily in debt and growing more so by the second. It has demonstrated zero ability to do much of anything in an efficient manner (FEMA, anyone?). And now it’s going to run things? R-i-g-h-t. Smooth as silk. What could possibly go wrong? (/sarcasm off)
At this rate, the UAW might wind up not so much cozying up to the Democrats as telling them how to do things. Otherwise, they’ll be out of a job due to not their own greed, but government mismanagement of the company about which they now know they’re part and parcel.
That my Dad would have found the most amusing element of all.
Swine Flew
Apr 28th
One of life’s lessons the earlier you learn the better is to expect neither respect nor desired reaction to your anger. This should come as no surprise. As Paul noted, “For everyone looks out for his own interests, not those of Jesus Christ.” If our Lord and Savior can’t get the time of day from us, what makes us think anyone is going to give a rip when we’re ripping?
That said, sometimes becoming angry and expressing it is the only viable option. Far better to get it out of your system than let it fester inside. After all, God gets angry. Granted, His fuse is far slower burning than all of ours put together and when He does get angry He always has unassailable cause. But He does get angry. There’s no shame in anger provided the cause is just.
Last night I blew a gasket online, tearing through Twitter while deleting everyone and everything that wasn’t following me including Michelle Malkin, Meghan McCain, Hugh Hewitt, Julie Banderas and others. Known, unknown, didn’t care. You don’t follow me, begone with you. You’re gone.
A couple of people commented, “You can’t realistically expect everyone you follow to follow you back.” Actually, yes I can and yes I do. I believe I have something to say to people known and unknown. In the eyes of God there are no unknown. All are equally His children, worthy of consideration. That includes me. And as I said, I believe I have something to say, and do so. Sometimes quite well. If I’m wrong I’m wrong. I don’t believe I am, and I’m not going to apologize for stating such.
“Ah, but you don’t follow everyone who follows you, do you?” Actually, yes I do. I give everyone a chance to see if they have something to add to the discourse. That doesn’t mean it stays that way. If you strike a pose as an Internet marketing genius guru life coach Twitter follower whoremonger with the secret of accumulating tens of thousands of followers and dollars, goodbye. If you have nothing to offer save twenty tweet long tirades against whoever or whatever, never once engaging in actual conversation with other people, goodbye. But I will give you a chance, and if you send me a direct communication I will read it and respond in some fashion.
I understand “I’m busy; I get a ton of e-mail; I can’t get back to everyone right away.” That’s okay. But that doesn’t excuse anyone from extending the common courtesy of a response. There is no excuse. Be it hours, days, weeks or months later, respond. Even if it’s nothing more than an acknowledgment. Write back. We’ve become too accustomed to the idea that if we don’t instantly react to instant communication it somehow expires. Wrong. E-mails don’t self-destruct. Write back. Yes, when you can. But write back.
I have run out of patience with those who never respond when I write them asking they please take a look at GAC and add it to their blogroll. Even if the response is peals of hysterical laughter as you struggle to wipe the tears from your eyes long enough to see your computer’s keyboard as you send me a note asking exactly which portion of reality has eluded my attention, at least be polite and get back to me, Andrew Breibart and Brent Bozell. Unless you’re waiting for pigs to fly or Ann Coulter to write a column stating President Obama is a swell guy, you and more than a few others have had more than enough time to respond.
Seriously. What’s the deal? Don’t like how I criticize policies and philosophies, not people? Freaked because I have My Left Wing on my blogroll? (For the record, it’s there because Maryscott O’Connor is good people.) Crabby because I believe the obligation to follow Christ not ending where your occupation or political affiliation begin applies to conservatives just as it does to moderates and liberals? Cranky because I preach if you’re going to claim you’re on God’s side of thing you should be paying Him more than occasional lip service? Yeah, ain’t life a bust.
Yes, I’m angry. No, I don’t expect anyone to care. But I’m going to be angry anyway, and I’m getting it out of my system. Perhaps if enough people get angry and start yelling at the snoots of the right wing they’ll get a clue and stop doing the thing, namely ignoring people, that makes them snoots.
Or wait until God calls them out on it.
Their choice.
It’s moments like these that caused the invention of punk.
I Said Diversion, Not Disaster
Apr 27th
When I first started this blogging gig, it was August 2003 and my topic of choice was NASCAR. Couple of reasons. One, I love auto racing. Two, blogging gave me the freedom to say my piece without the hassles inherent in the bulletin boards I had previously called home. So away I went, eventually branching out to include other sports and in time create a site for my non-sports musings. Namely, this place. Although GAC is my priority, I still keep my NASCAR blog. One of these days I’m going to start reposting everything on there from the archives created on earlier locations. Come to think of it, I need to do the same here. But I digress.
The idea behind being a sports fan, at least to me, is finding a mini-vacation from the everyday. In a world such as ours, refreshment and renewal is vital. Hence, watching sports. For a few hours I can set aside my cares while giving the wear and tear a chance to heal. Of course it’s more enjoyable when your team, or in the case of racing driver, wins. Yet even when this isn’t the case (and as a San Francisco Bay Area sports fan when isn’t this the case? But again I digress), there is still the time away from it all.
At least that’s the idea.
Yesterday, there was a NASCAR race at the track located in Talladega, Alabama. The track’s configuration makes it the single fastest one at which NASCAR runs, so much so the cars are required to use restrictor plates which cut down on the amount of horsepower the car engines can generate. Even with this, speeds of 200 MPH are the rule rather than the exception. Add to this how by using the restrictor plate all cars on the track have almost identical power, plus aerodynamics making it far easier for cars to bunch together when all are traveling at pretty much the same speed, and you get a pack of cars running three or four abreast in lengthy lines with at best a few feet and more often a few inches separation between one car and the next. In other words, imagine being on a four lane highway, cars on all sides, with everyone tailgating each other.
At 200 MPH.
You can see where this might be an issue.
At most NASCAR races, when a car wrecks it’s a car. One. Singular. Maybe one or two others will be involved. Some torn up sheet metal, maybe some suspension damage, usually a fair bit of anger on the part of whoever was on the receiving end of the deal. That’s racing.
A 3400 pound car turning into Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, not so much.
Yet this is precisely what happened yesterday at Talladega, when on the last lap Carl Edwards, who had been leading the race until passed by Brad Keselowski, misjudged in his effort to retake the lead and barely — barely — clipped the right front of Keselowski’s car. Edwards shot up the track, the back end of his car in the air. It came down directly on the hood of Ryan Newman’s car. The force of the contact and the speed involved made Edwards’ car become completely airborne. It hit the catchfence roof first, showering a part of the crowd with flying debris which injured eight. Edwards’ car eventually came a stop. To the relief of all, he climbed out.
To me, that’s not getting away from it all.
I watch racing to see cars driven by the best drivers in the world pass and compete with each other. I don’t watch for the crashes. I sure don’t watch to see people cheat death by the skin of their teeth. While I am fully aware of the dangers inherent in racing, seeing them unnecessarily amplified… no. Not what I want to see. Ever.
I said I want a diversion. Disaster doesn’t qualify.
A Little Bit Of Book News
Apr 26th
I’m slowly but… um, slowly beginning the process of publicizing the book. Given how I’m working out of a promotional budget consisting of whatever is in my wallet (translation: very little), I have to be both judicious and frugal when it comes to spending money on the project. This explains why you haven’t seen any ads for the book, and why review copies haven’t been doled out by the dozens. I have to pay for each one. Hence, their distribution will be spread out over time.
The book has received a couple of reviews, one by Bruce Brown who at one time was editor of CCM magazine (the review’s posted on his blog) and one posted on the book’s page at Amazon. So it’s not completely anonymous!
The work continues.
Maybe Later
Apr 25th
Back before the November 2008 election, I opined on the subject of gay marriage, coming down firmly on the side of honestly not knowing where I stood on the issue. Haven’t changed my mind since then, which is another way of saying I haven’t made up my mind. To be honest, it’s not a subject about which I’ve given much thought. Here’s why.
It’s not that important right now.
We have an administration and Congress fiercely determined to not only burden us with massive debt but destroy, not reform, health care in this country by nationalizing it and bankrupt us all by pushing a cap and trade energy policy that will result in massive increases in everyone’s energy bill — gasoline, electricity, you name it. Our government values the civil rights of terrorists over the lives of its own citizenry. It seeks to maximize its grip on all aspects of its citizens lives by domineering the economy and running roughshod over individual and states rights. This all takes place with the at least tacit and usually active support of a media so enamored with President Obama it is unwilling to examine facts with anything other than a dismissive sneer when they, and the people who attempt to bring them to light, speak up.
The Taliban is pushing ever closer toward acquiring nuclear weapons and the means to launch them via conquering Pakistan from within. Israel and Iran are ramping up toward armed confrontation which could involve nuclear weapons. North Korea is working hard on giving itself the ability to launch — get ready for that word again — nuclear weapons via missile. Our government responds by apologizing to most everyone for the previous administration being proactive in protecting American interests and lives. Lovely.
And gay marriage, either pro or con, is a priority?
Maybe later.
Much, much later.
Right now there are more important items on the agenda.
Much, much more important.
Quem Deus Vult Perdere, Dementat Prius
Apr 23rd
A lot of emphasis is placed on first impressions. We’re never given a second chance to make one, we’re repeatedly told. Look sharp, speak well, be pleasant. You want to make a good first impression. You have to make a good first impression.
Or not.
It would be good if equal emphasis was placed on the truism that says don’t implicitly trust your first impression. They’re never guaranteed to be accurate. Jesus is a good example of this. As He commented, “For John the Baptist came neither eating bread nor drinking wine, and you say, ‘He has a demon.’ The Son of Man came eating and drinking, and you say, ‘Here is a glutton and a drunkard, a friend of tax collectors and ’sinners.’” Given the company He kept and how His first miracle was turning water into wine at a wedding reception so as to keep the party going, it’s understandable why that would be the first impression. However, note carefully how He ended the statement: “But wisdom is proved right by all her children.” In other words, hang back. All will be proven over time.
You can’t always take people at face value. As Paul noted while chastising the church at Corinth, “I do not want to seem to be trying to frighten you with my letters. For some say, ‘His letters are weighty and forceful, but in person he is unimpressive and his speaking amounts to nothing.’” He had a message for these people: “Such people should realize that what we are in our letters when we are absent, we will be in our actions when we are present.” Never underestimate someone based on a first impression. Or overestimate, for that matter.
Seldom is what you see when you first see what you get. Remember: the first impression is a snapshot developed with the only emulsion available, that being our own knowledge and skill set. We can be excused for being fooled by not knowing. Because we don’t know. Unless someone is so utterly shallow they can be thoroughly analyzed at first glance, genuine understanding of what someone is about comes about solely through multiple exposures over time. It’s easy to beat ourselves up after the fact over missed clues to someone’s true nature. But how can we reasonably be expected to correctly interpret such when we have nothing on which to base an interpretation?
Only over time can we learn the path someone walks, be it after the words of Micah (“He has showed you, O man, what is good. And what does the LORD require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God”) or those penned by the Greek playwright Euripides, spoken by Medea as with full awareness of her circumstances she descends into insanity of such depth she murders her own children in an act of horrific revenge against her former lover: “Quem deus vult perdere, dementat prius (“whom the gods would destroy they first make mad”).”
We need to be wise. Part of wisdom is knowing when to get off our own case for being fooled by a first impression.
And not putting so much stock in them period.


