The myth of the “Job Creators”

If I hear one more sanctimonious Republican talk about how we can’t tax the “Job Creators” any more or the economy will tank even worse, I’m going to vomit on his shoes.

Underlying this reverence for the rich is the myth – and it’s just that, a myth – that American success is all about the drive of hardworking individuals, succeeding on their merits while those who don’t try as hard don’t succeed as much. It’s the grasshopper and the ant, writ large: and it’s dangerously wrong.

One of the best books I’ve read this year is “Outliers: The Story of Success” by Malcolm Gladwell. In it, he documents that success isn’t always the result of what we think it is. Since for most the last decade or so, Bill Gates has ranked as the world’s richest man, let’s use him as our example.

Certainly, Gates worked hard. He began learning computer programming at a young age, at a time when most kids would rather have been playing sports or building model race cars. He dropped out of college to found a company that grew into the world’s largest software company. He made many tens of billions of dollars for himself and for several other co-founders and early employees. Hard work, unquestionably, was part of the bargain.

But not all. Gladwell recounts how, when Gates was in the eighth grade, in 1968, the parents at his private school started a computer club. This was pre-Apple II, pre-Coleco, pre-TI-99A – the idea of a “personal” computer didn’t exist yet. There were mainframes, and a newer thing called minicomputers (basically, a mainframe scaled down to support fewer users), and that was it. The Mother’s Club raised $3,000 – a sum of money that would have been out of reach for the parents of eighth graders at almost any public school in the country – and used part of it to buy a computer terminal. Moreover, the terminal was a teletype – it didn’t require the huge stacks of programming cards that still dominated mainframes a decade later, and it had a direct link to a mainframe in downtown Seattle. This was something unheard of even for college students – Bill Joy, the founder of Sun Microsystems and another early tech billionaire, considered himself amazingly lucky to have limited access to such a terminal in his freshman year in college, three years later. Yet here it was, in a middle school.

Back then, such terminals were “time sharing”; you could type at the terminal, submit a program to run at the mainframe, and the mainframe would track how many seconds of CPU time were consumed by the program. You paid by the second, which meant the Computer Club would have to pay for time on the mainframe. The $3,000 raised by the parents quickly ran out; they raised more, then the students found ways to trade other things (like running tests on programs for companies) in exchange for more mainframe time. Then the kids found out that the University of Washington (walking distance from Gates’ family’s house) never scheduled computer processes between 3 AM and 6 AM, so they took to using the computers all night, while their unknowing parents slept. And so on… until by the time he finally dropped out of college in his sophomore year, Gates had accumulated many thousands of hours of computer programming expertise.

Hard work? Of course, But it was work almost no other kids in America could have the opportunity to do, because virtually no other middle or high school had a computer, or access to the mainframe time needed for the kids to learn and become experts. The hundreds of hours of computer time that he frankly admits he stole from the University of Washington was computer time paid for with public dollars, so your tax money, and mine, made it possible for him to become the man he is.

Likewise, Gates was incredibly lucky. He happened to attend one of the only middle schools, of tens of thousands across the country, that happened to manage to get its hands on a computer terminal and the mainframe time on which to use it. He happened to live close enough to UW to sneak out after dark and walk to the computer lab and write and run programs all night – something very few high school students were in a position to do. And perhaps most importantly, he was born in late 1955, midway between 1952 and 1958.

Why are those dates important? Because the first personal computer, the Altair 8800, was released in early 1975. Computer programmer types born before 1952 would have been 24 or older in 1975, already settled in a career with the likes of IBM or Unisys. Back then, you’d probably already be married, likely have a kid on the way, and already have a house and a mortgage. The kind of person, in other words, least suited to take a chance and start up a new software company based on an entirely new and untested paradigm, personal computing.

And if you were born after 1958, you’d be too young, still in high school, and unlikely to have any experience at anything, much less starting a company from scratch. But those born in that narrow window – lucky enough, shall we say, to be born then – were the perfect age. Not yet corporate drones, yet still possibly well-trained and practiced in software to see the potentials and act on them. Virtually every major startup success of the PC era – Microsoft, Sun, Apple, Novell – was started by a computer guy born in that narrow window: Bill Joy, Bill Gates, Paul Allen, Steve Ballmer, Steve Jobs, Eric Schmidt, Scott McNealy, Vinod Khosla, Andy Bechtolsheim. (And note that they’re all men; not because men are more creative at starting companies, but because the avenues to learning the necessary computer skills weren’t as open to women in the late 1960′s.)

In other words, luck, as much as anything, is the reason Bill Gates is a billionaire and some equally talented and bright, but less lucky, programmer at Apple or Google or whatever is not. Right place, right time, to take advantage of events they had nothing to do with creating.

And the flip side of that “Job Creator” myth is that if we just cut them loose – lower those oppressive taxes that they have to pay – why, there’s no telling just how many more jobs they will create! Except that as we’ve seen the last several years, it’s just not true. Corporate profits are at record highs (and the stock market is flirting with record high territory again), and taxes on rich people are at historic lows. And yet jobs aren’t showing up – at least, not nearly enough. And it’s because letting rich people keep an ever-increasing share of their money (that is, by lowering and lowering their tax rates), we’re not “encouraging investment”; we’re just letting them keep more money. And an increasing number of them are simply shifting it offshore, or socking it away, instead of what we’ve always been told they’ll do, which is buy things that creates demand and employs workers to meet that demand.

And really – is anyone surprised? If you’ve made $20 million a year for the last ten years, are you really likely to buy a sixth or seventh house? Are you going to buy another Bentley or Maserati, or are you going to stick that money into some financial institution and live on the proceeds?

It might be reasonable to argue that rich people shouldn’t pay a higher tax rate than the rest of us – an argument I reject – but it’s categorically indefensible that mega-wealthy people should pay a LOWER tax rate than working people. A couple consisting of a police sergeant and a public school teacher, or a welder and a nurse, or a computer network manager and an architect, are likely to have a tax rate twice that of someone like Mitt Romney. That’s insanity. And at some point, a majority of the people in this country are going to realize how much they’re being shafted by the kleptocracy we have in Congress (and periodically have in the presidency) and revolt. It can’t come a day too soon.

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Voting

Friends of mine (and other people, I assume often make the assumption that I’m a Democrat, that I never support anyone but Democrats, and that I’ve always voted for Democrats. Since I’ve been rather vocal this year about the assortment of idiots and cretins who ran for the Republican nomination, as well as my support (qualified though it sometimes is) for the president, I thought it might be interesting to talk about my own voting history.

I turned 18 in October of 1981, which made me too young to vote for president in 1980. I rgistered as a Republican, believe it or not; at the time, the Republican party in Louisiana was still small, still believed in limited government and wasn’t dominated by fundamentalist preachers.

1984 was Reagan’s re-election year, and I voted for him. That was before Iran-Contra, before he started appearing senile in public, and even though I was a little concerned about his warmongering and the invasion of Grenada (which seemed rather overkill), Mondale couldn’t really make a good case for his election. Reagan came back and in 1986 passed what I still consider a good overall tax reform – elimination of vast numbers of deductions in exchange for a lowering and flattening of rates overall, and treating all income – earned, unearned, interest, dividends, capital gains, etc. as “income” for taxation. Republicans, unfortunately, point only at the lowered marginal income tax rates (from 50% to 28%) and the resulting revenue boom and pretend one caused the other, when it’s simply not true: the higher capital gains tax rate and the removal of reductions was what more than offset the rate reductions. We’re still paying for that pretense and still find it cited as gospel in Republican circles.

The following election pitted GHW Bush against the hapless Michael Dukakis for president. As I recall I voted for Bush, despite my growing misgivings for the Republican party in the era of Lee Atwater and Pat Buchanan, simply because I couldn’t find a reason to think Dukakis was prepared in any way to be president. In retrospect I thought Bush did an admirable job helping guide the world through the breakup of the eastern bloc satellite states and the fall of the Berlin Wall, and a damned decent job cleaning up the FSLIC mess.

The next presidential election, in 1992, pitted Bush against Bill Clinton. At the time, Clinton was the first Democrat to actively and publicly seek the support of the gay and lesbian community, with a promise to end the ban on gays in the military if elected as well as being supportive of gay rights in general. While that was appealing, I didn’t want to be a single-issue voter. At the same time, Clinton made it clear he felt the growing deficit meant taxes needed to be raised (in addition to brakes put on spending) to get us back to a balanced budget, whereas Bush promised that this time, he really meant that he wouldn’t raise taxes. I voted for Clinton on the tax issue. He delivered on the tax increases, but failed on the military issue; that, plus a complex, government-bureaucracy-heavy health care reform plan sealed his fate in Congress with a shift of both houses to Republican control in 1994. And about the same time, I changed my registration from “Republican” to “No Party” (which, along with “Democratic”, were the only three options available at the time).

The 1996 presidential race pitted Clinton against Bob Dole, who famously asked “Where’s the outrage?” about the number of allegations of scandals already having surfaced – before Monica. Dole’s campaign was as hapless as Democrat Dukakis’ was was in 1988, and Clinton won handily, although I didn’t vote for him a second time (fool that I was, I thought that the Republicans were actually on to something about Clinton).

2000, of course, was Bush v. Gore, both the race and the court case. Like so many people, I was suffering Clinton fatigue and was just plain tired of having a president who – though he’d proven to be an able leader, capable of dealing with Congress, and far more fiscally prudent than many would have thought – just had too many squicky stains on his personal life to support. Granted, I didn’t feel like the Republicans had room to complain, given that their speaker who led the impeachment charge against Clinton had been fucking a staff member while still married to a woman fighting cancer, and his designated successor, our own congressman Robert Livingston, had to step aside and resign to become a lobbyist because he, too, had been screwing some woman on the side. But feeling like Gore would be four more years of ethically challenged people running the White H ouse, and with decent memories of his father, I voted for Bush. And on 9/11 and in the immediate aftermath, I was pleased with that decision, as I didn’t think Gore would have been as decisive as Bush, or shown the leadership that the president did.

But by 2004 it was becoming obvious Bush’s invasion of Iraq had been pointless. On that basis alone, and suspecting that, in fact, things were going to get worse before they got any better, I voted for John Kerry, who at least was a veteran and who knew a little bit about actual war, instead of the (as it turned out) draft-dodging Bush. On top of that, Bush’s strategist Karl Rove had decided to make me and mine a wedge issue, promoting the bogeyman of homo marriage as though it would destroy the fabric of time and space. While I’m not a single-issue voter, it certainly crystalized in my mind that I was being USED – as a cheap ploy to get bigots to rally and vote for someone I didn’t support. And I don’t like that.

And then came everything else. A botched invasion of Afghanistan that allowed bin Laden to escape into Pakistan, a nominal ally who gave very little help in the hunt for the terrorist. A lie-driven invasion of Iraq, eventually resulting in the deaths of nearly 5,000 Americans and tens of thousands seriously wounded. Nearly a trillion dollars poured down the rathole of destroying and then rebuilding the country, much of which was overbilled by contractors like Halliburton, enriching the friends of the vice president. The fiscal fraud of Medicare Part D, sold on the premise that its 10-year cost would be no more than $400 billion, while a completed but not released DHHS study at the time concluded it would be more like $600 billion. That fraud compounded by an unconscionable giveaway to the drug companies, who by law were exempted from ANY form of price negotiation by the government. Trillions (to date) given away on a tax cut plan sold on the idea that it would terminate in ten years, knowing full well that ten years down the road, Republicans would block any attempt to just let the tax cuts expire. An energy policy dictated by the oil and gas companies, meaning (surprise) increased drilling in environmentally sensitive areas coupled with reduced oversight by a crippled EPA. And to cap it all off, implementing massive deregulation of the financial sector, leading to “Too Big To Fail” banks playing fast and loose with way too much money, losing their bets, and kicking off the biggest recession since the Great Depression.

In 2008 – what can we say. Bush having proved himself to be an unmitigated disaster of a president (so much so that in 2012, his own party couldn’t bring themselves to mention his name at their convention), and with McCain promising to be more of the same, only with a bad health record, a voluble temper, and a running mate with an IQ somewhere around room temperature, it was a no-brainer to vote for someone who promised to change the direction Washington was heading.

Foolish, foolish me; I thought that, with Democrats having rallied to support Bush after the 9/11 attacks, signing on to his anti-terror agenda in large measure as a response to a national crisis even though Bush barely won the electoral vote and lost the popular vote, I figured that Republicans would naturally do the same now that a Democratic president was leading during an equally serious national crisis – especially since the Democrat in question won with a landslide margin of nearly 10 million popular votes AND nearly 200 electoral votes. I don’t know how I could have been so stupid, because the signs of what craven, opportunistic, racist, elitist jacklegs the leadership of the Republicans are have been obvious since soon after Bush was elected. Apparently, supporting the country even when the president isn’t of your party only is important for Democrats. Republicans, in the words of Senate minority leader Mitch McConnell, believe “the single most important thing we want to achieve is for President Obama to be a one-term president.” Not fixing the economy, not helping create jobs, not solving the problems in the Middle East, not the deficit, not any of the actual problems we face. Republicans were fully prepared to block anything and everything, on any topic, if it helped them take back the White House. That attitude only solidified my current inclination to vote against Republicans at every opportunity.

So, to recap: I’ve never been a registered Democrat; I’ve been a Republican before. I’ve voted for quite a few Republicans for major office, as well as quite a few Democrats. Ordinarily I’d be what most would think is a swing voter, but in truth, I don’t swing that much any more. I’d glady vote for a sane, practical Republican who wasn’t wedded to the two base ideals that have corrupted the party: the Tony Perkins religious fundamentalist crowd pushing for a theocracy and the Grover Norquist no more revenue ever crowd pushing to force the government into bankruptcy. I’m also happy to vote for Democrats who propose sensible, sound approaches to governance. There have been far more of the latter than the former in recent elections.

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Restoration

Power came back on here Friday morning – it’s nice not to hear the low rumble of the generator running all day. (Low rumble for us inside, far louder for those outside.)

Clean-up now commences.

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Safe

Well, the bulk of the storm has passed, and Jonathan and I are safe. We had no reason to expect not to be – our house is far above sea level, we’re not near any significant bodies of water that would have overflowed from storm drainage and rain, and not only is our house elevated by about 3 feet, but we live in a duplex and we’re in the second-floor unit. Flood damage for us will come when Antarctica melts, maybe.

We did lose power Tuesday afternoon and as of almost midnight on Thursday it’s still out. Chances are we’ll be out till some time over the weekend. We had minor damage to shrubs and such in the yard, all of which can be repaired or replaced. One of our neighbors lost a good bit of shingling from his roof (he needed a new roof badly anyway). A few trees are down in our area, but most of the damage seems to be outside our neighborhood, which is good (for us, at least).

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Isaac

As I write this, everyone is still trying to figure out exactly where and when Tropical Storm/Hurricane Isaac is going to come ashore.

As a Louisiana native hurricanes have been part of my life forever. I wasn’t quite two when Hurricane Betsy slammed into Louisiana in 1965, and I remember having to leave home during Camille in 1968 even though our house was not in the direct storm path. As a child, the story I learned and will always remember is of a group of folks who refused to leave a beachfront apartment building despite repeated warnings, preferring instead to host a “hurricane party”. After the storm, nothing was left of that apartment complex but a concrete slab. That story imbued me with a deep sense of respect for the power of storms.

There were an assortment of smaller hurricanes and storms but the first big one I remember as an adult was Andrew, in 1992. Despite being the first named storm of that season, it didn’t arrive until mid-August. We lost one large tree in that storm, and my biggest fear was that my cat Chaucer, who’d gone outside just before the storm hit, was nowhere to be found. It transpired that she’d spent the storm ensconced in my upstairs neighbor’s kitchen the entire time. We were without power for a few days, but otherwise had no major issues; still, the widespread damage in the city and the number of downed trees reminded me that even though it might have been 20+ years since I’d last gone through a hurricane experience, they’re not party events. I also realized that while I wasn’t likely to be washed away in Baton Rouge, which is far inland from the coast, the destruction isn’t limited to the waves and wind crashing onto beachfront property.

Six years later I remember being in New Orleans when it looked as though Hurricane Georges was going to turn and hit that area. Although the city was spared a direct hit, it was the first time I’d been in the city as officials prepared for a hurricane. I’d rented a hotel room so I could attend a non-profit board meeting in the city that weekend and was originally planning to spend the rest of the weekend there. I chose to leave on Sunday morning and had the interstate practically to myself, probably because there was no call for mandatory evacuation by city officials. (Seven years after that, before Katrina, despite having all lanes of all highways leading out of the New Orleans area dedicated to outgoing traffic, aka “contraflow”, the highways were jammed for hours with stop and go traffic. It took friends more than six hours to make the 70 mile trek to Baton Rouge.) As it turned out, Georges made a veer to the east before making landfall near Biloxi, Mississippi, putting Louisiana on the less-damaging western side of the storm.

Since then we’ve been through a nearly direct hit by Katrina, the edge of Rita and Wilma, a nearly direct hit by Gustav, and a glancing blow by Ike – enough storms to last me a lifetime, though I’m sure there will be many more. (Thanks to that climate change the Republicans keep denying is happening, we’re likely to have elevated levels of storm activity in the Gulf of Mexico for years to come.) We’re as prepared for Isaac as we can be – we have a generator, we have food, we have wireless backup for our wired internet. Of the three large trees we used to have in the back yard, a hackberry fell during Gustav, a wild cherry died shortly after that storm, and we removed a nasty Chinese Tallow tree voluntarily to make room for new stuff; neither of the replacement trees (maples) that we planted is large enough to be a foreseeable problem in a storm, nor are the crepe myrtles we still have. We’re on high ground so flooding is unlikely and in any event, our house is elevated about 3 feet and we occupy the second floor, so it’s most unlikely we’ll have any flood issues.

And yet…. we remain vigilant. It’s all we can do. That, and hope that damage is minimal everywhere.

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Violence

I condemn violence.
There – now that that’s out of the way, can we please have a rational discussion about it?
Anti-gay groups are howling that someone shot a security guard at the Family Research Council, which is one of those organizations designated a hate group by the Southern Poverty Law Center. Not, mind you, because they’re opposed to same-sex marriage (as the anti-gay bigot side routinely claims) but because they advocate things like making gay sex a felony again. Because their affiliates are working with the government of Uganda trying to craft legislation that would make gay sex a capital – death penalty – offense in that country. That sort of thing is what makes them a hate group.
That, plus the fact that they use talk like “take back our country” at their rallies, ginning up fear of gay people as a way of pushing their message and raising money. And the fact that they routinely use seriously flawed studies to “prove” their points, as well as taking other researchers’ work, deliberately mischaracterizing the results, all intellectual dishonesty designed to convince people that gays are less than fully human, less than fully American, less than deserving of equal rights.
Nobody – not even a security guard at a place like the FRC – deserves to get shot. But for decades, gays and lesbians (and bisexuals and trans people) have been attacked, beaten, shot, stabbed; we’ve watched our homes and businesses get torched; we’ve been bullied, sometimes literally to death, in school and we’ve been fired at work, all for simply being who we are. Is it any great surprise that, at some point, people are going to start fighting back?
To their credit, every gay-rights organization I can think of stepped up immediately yesterday to condemn the FRC shooting. When was the last time every pro-”traditional marriage”, every anti-gay, every “save the family” group stepped up and condemned an assault on a gay person? (I can tell you how many times that’s happened: zero).

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Time

It’s been months since I posted here, mostly because I’ve been spending a lot more time on Facebook (LOTS more time). It’s great for fast interaction, but I don’t think people read my longer posts there. So I’m thinking I’ll rework the blog here a bit and get it going again. It’ll also give me more excuses to post things I don’t usually put on facebook, like birding-related information and opinions not tied to particular news stories.

As always, comments from new people will be moderated. I’m also starting a new “Comment policy” that will mostly be relevant for my opinion and political posts, but will apply across the board in principle.

That is: You are welcome, if you wish, to disagree with me. However, if you expect your comment to be approved, you will need to follow these guidelines.

1. Simply saying “Your wrong” (which is how it’s usually spelled in such cases will be deleted.

2. If you have specific citeable facts to disprove something I’ve posted, cite them. I do welcome corrections. Expect your facts to be cross-checked for accuracy, however.

3. If you simply are disagreeing with my opinion, then be prepared to defend your opinion. If I post that I believe X, and you don’t believe X, then simply saying so leaves us each with an opinion. Mine are usually (though not always) the product of a lifetime of constant examination of facts and the world around me, and as such, if I can point out the weakness in your opinion, I’m going to. If you don’t want it challenged, don’t bring it here.

4. That said, I don’t know everything, and there are things in the world on which my opinion is still forming. I’ve changed my opinion over the years on many things, as I learned more facts and gathered more information. It’s an ongoing process, and I welcome other people’s part in that journey.

5. As long as it’s polite. Any posts that boil down to “Your ignorant” (also the way it’s usually spelled in such situations) will simply be deleted. I don’t mind coarse language – the world is a fucked up place sometimes and I believe in calling it like it is – but directly addressing me, or another commenter, with disrespect is not acceptable. Depending on how well I know someone, I’ll go from a gentle reminder to a warning to blocking posts at whatever speed I think is warranted – it’s my site, after all.

Lastly – I’m thinking of starting a new feature, a sort of twist on “This I Believe”. NPR has revived the concept in recent years from a radio show of the 1950′s, but I don’t think they hold any legal rights to the concept since it was originated somewhere else; still, I’m calling mine “Things I Believe” to avoid any problems. Who knows, perhaps one of my posts will be made into an essay some day.

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Religion is like a Penis

Religion is like a penis.

It’s fine to have one.

It’s fine to be proud of it.

But please don’t whip it out in public and start waving it around.

And please don’t try to shove it down my children’s throats.

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30+Day Challenge, Day 24:

Day 24 — Your favorite song

I hate questions like this, because they suggest one answer and one answer only, as though you can’t like several songs more or less equally. What is this, monogamy for music? Plus, whatever genre the “favorite song” is will inevitably suggest that’s what kind of music you like most.

So I don’t have a single “favorite song” – there isn’t even one I listen to regularly. But I do have a few things I really like in each genre to which I listen regularly.

In the gospel world, very little beats “Looking for a City”, especially if performed by the Happy Goodmans.

For dance music, I always love some of the classic dance numbers from the late 70′s and early 80′s – Gloria Gaynor’s remake of “I Am What I Am” comes to mind.

Judy Garland’s “Over the Rainbow” – especially the version on her Carnegie Hall concert recording – always reminds me what an incredible loss the world suffered when she died so young.

Those are a few. They don’t cover country music, they don’t cover jazz, and they don’t cover classical. But they serve as a sampling of a few favorites.

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30+Day Challenge, Day 23:

Day 23 — 5 good things that happened since you started the challenge

1. I attended my 30-year high school reunion and it was not a complete disaster.

2. I took my first pelagic birding trip and did not get seasick. I did however develop a splitting headache.

3. I went birding in the snow in the mountains in northern California and saw Calliope Hummingbirds (North America’s smallest bird) in the wild.

4. I read one hysterically funny novel (The Help, by Kathryn Stockett). Oh, the terrible awful…

5. I solved a particularly annoying programming issue at work that’s made me much, much more productive.

Boring, I know. But hey, they were good things for me.

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