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Archive: ‘Politics as Usual’



That’s OK. I wasn’t using my identity anyway.

Thursday, April 14th, 2011

I kind of paid attention earlier this week, when the news broke that the Texas Department of the Comptroller had accidentally placed the names, Texas driver’s license numbers, and social security numbers of 3.5 million people on an Internet-accessible server. It happens, I suppose.

It wasn’t until I was driving in yesterday that I heard the tidbit of information that made me nervous: the identities that were leaked were of people who participate in the Public Employees Retirement System and the Teacher’s Retirement System. The last one is the one I’m enrolled in.

Anyone would be sensitive to the possibility that their identity might be floating about on the Internet. I used to joke that anyone who tried to steal my identity would ask for a refund, but that’s not the case anymore. I’ve worked hard to get my credit back together after the havoc that grad school wreaked upon it, and I’m starting to think seriously about replacing my car after the summer (there’s nothing really wrong with it, but with over 110,000 miles on it, I’m starting to wonder how much longer that’s going to be the case).

The radio program that I was listening to mentioned that the comptroller had set up a Web site with information for those who were concerned that they might be affected by the leak, and when I got to the office, I decided to look it up.

Well, it turns out that there IS a Web site.

I’ve seen useless Web sites before. This is probably a contender for the top prize in that category.

Official notifications are being sent to the parties affected by the leak (which was discovered two and a half weeks ago) by regular US mail. Those who are impatient to find out are directed to a Web site which tells you the following things:

  1. You cannot use the Web site to determine if your information was among the data leaked;
  2. You can call a toll free number for more information;
  3. The State of Texas assumes absolutely no liability for leaked data;
  4. The State of Texas will not help you in any way if your data was leaked and someone steals your identity as a result because, as it turns out, it would be too difficult to prove that the state leak was actually responsible for your stolen identity. (this last bit isn’t actually on the Web site, but it’s pretty clear.)

So I called the number.

Here’s what happened. The phone rang. Then a voice mail picked up.

“Hello. Thank you for calling the Texas Department of the Comptroller Hotline. All of our operators are busy. We are experiencing very high caller volume right now. As a reminder, our hotline is open 24 hours a day. Please call at a less busy time. Or look at our Web site [gives Web site address].

Good bye.”

And the call was disconnected.

So, in other words: they really want you to wait for the letter to show up, which will advise you that your data has been leaked. And that’s it. Have a nice day!

And in the meantime, our state legislature is debating really important bills, like the one state rep Leo Berman introduced that would ban sharia law in Texas because, and I’m not making this up, he HEARD ON THE RADIO that it might be an issue (I enjoy the section of the article that details how tired the mayor of Dearborn, Michigan, is of reiterating that the city is not under Islamic law).

There are times I really don’t mind being a Texan. This … ain’t one of ‘em.

Update, Saturday, April 16: got my letter today. Data compromise confirmed. Fraud alert filed with the credit agencies. Mother f***er.

God forbid he has a boyfriend …

Friday, May 15th, 2009

Off of what Michael said in his comment about yesterday’s post is the always amusing Jon Stewart taking on torture, campaign promises, and Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell: “So it was okay to waterboard a guy over 80 times, but God forbid the guy who could understand what that prick was saying….has a boyfriend.”

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Also off of what Michael said: why isn’t Cheney dead yet?  They made it sound like he was clinging to life when he was first appointed by the Supreme Court elected to office.  It’s 9 years later and he just … won’t … die.

Clearly he has the same friends with benefits contract with Satan that Britney Spears and Rachael Ray have.

Readin’, Ritin’ and Revivin’

Tuesday, May 5th, 2009

There are some times that I am less OK living in Texas than others.  The passage of the state’s second Defense of Marriage Act was one of them.  I fear we’re coming up on another, and I feel like I should be able to do something about it, but I don’t know what.

It’s come to the attention of just about everyone that the State Board of Education has been taken over by a bunch of radical loonies.  These are the sorts of conservatives who make conservatives uncomfortable, and somehow they managed to take over the body that’s charged with revising and implementing educational standards at the K-12 level.  (Thank Bob it’s only K-12.)

This would be the same board chaired by a dentist (!) from College Station who came under fire shortly before the board’s final vote on revised science standards for endorsing a book that referred to supporters of evolution as “monsters,” “atheists,” and “morons.” I want to make it clear that the board currently leans in the direction that believes that if you ain’t their kind of Christian, you’re not a Christian at all.  (The fact that this is exactly the kind of logic that Osama bin Laden and his ilk use is the kind of irony that isn’t lost on me, but would be shot down as “totally different” were it brought to their attention.)

Earlier this year, a call went out for people to review the social studies standards.  As an historian who works with K-12 educators a lot in my line of work, I put my name in.  I didn’t get selected, and it didn’t take long enough to realize why.  I didn’t know that the SBOE member who represents my district had sent out an e-mail claiming that Obama was a terrorist sympathizer, and that an attack by said terrorists would take place in the first six months of his administration, followed by the implementation of martial law.  (Perhaps we should secede just in case?)

Clearly my passioned e-mail describing my committment to global competencies was a bad idea.

I know several people who did get appointed to the committees (two of them went with me to Egypt in 2005).  One of them, a University professor at a rival institution, was appointed to the economics review committee and managed to cause a horrific furor when he had the audacity to suggest that the term “free enterprise system” be replaced with “capitalism” in the standards.  “Capitalism,” after all, is what it’s called in every college textbook, and he thought that it would be appropriate for K-12 students to use the same terminology that they would use in college.  Why call the same thing two different names?

To say that this was received very badly would be an understatement.  As I was told later, when one of the SBOE members saw this proposed change, she stood up and screamed, “What kind of anti-American sonofabitch did this?  You should be ashamed!  I swear, whoever you are, if you were one of my appointments, you can consider yourself fired!”  (note: committee members are unpaid – it’s all volunteer work.)

My other friend wrote me to say that, while her committee was congenial, others were concerned that “too much attention” was being paid to the rest of the world at the expense of “our” history. Another friend told of how someone was appointed to her review committee–which was to oversee one of the years of world studies–whose sole purpose was to state over and over that he had moral objections to students studying other cultures.

For the record, Texas schoolchildren have two years of American history (grades 8 and 11), one year of government (grade 12), one full year of Texas history (grade 7), world cultures (6), world history (10), and world geography (9).  More than one board member has stated the desire to replace either the 9th or 10th grade course with a third year of American history, apparently being unaware that the 12th grade government course is entirely American history content.

It gets better.

After the first round of review committee meetings, the board cancelled the second round, apparently afraid that further anti-Americanism might ensue, so they’ve decided to appont an “expert panel” to guide the revision process.

First up?  David Barton and the Reverend Peter Marshall.

In his books and teachings, [David Barton] argues that separation of church and state is a myth and that America’s laws should be based solely on Biblical scriptures. His numerous claims include that the Bible forbids income and capitol gains Taxes. Barton’s views are so far right that even such groups as the Texas Baptists Committee and the Baptist Joint Committee have been vocal critics of his interpretations of history and the U.S. Constitution.

Even better: “Marshall has previously suggested that the California wildfires and Hurricane Katrina were divine punishments on society for the tolerance of homosexuality.”

TODAY comes the news that they’re considering LYNNE CHENEY for the expert panel.

Cheney is well-known for crusading against national history and social studies standards in the 1990s, calling the standards–which the National Endowment for the Humanities helped fund while Cheney was its chair–”grim and gloomy.” Cheney also denounced the standards as a monument to political correctness, claimed they gave insufficient attention to Confederate General Robert E. Lee and the Wright brothers and focusing far too much on figures like Harriet Tubman, and worried that they concentrated too much on embarrassing episodes in the nation’s history, such as the Ku Klux Klan and McCarthyism.

Outraged?  You should be.  The science standards revision made us uncomfortable by flirting with intelligent design–this will make us look like fools.  The next revision won’t happen for another decade, by which point our students will be the laughingstock of the country.

I still can’t tell what can be done about this twisted version of Evangelicals Gone Wild!  I’ve got half a dozen pleas in my inbox to help find real experts to testify before the SBOE, but it’s obvious they don’t care what people like us think.  If you live in Texas, write your state legislator–seriously.  The Lege is already moving to restrict the power of the SBOE after the science and English debacles.

I know that there’s probably very little that I can do about this … but I’ll feel better when it’s all over knowing I did what I could.

Somewhere in Texas …

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

… a village rejoices, for it has regained its long lost idiot.

I don’t want to write another mushy post about Obama.  Others have blogged longer and waxed more poetic about what the day means to them, and I don’t want to belittle their contributions by trying to force a contrived post about What Obama Means to Me.

Instead, let me share a reminiscence.

Cairo, July 2003.

It was my first trip back to Egypt since I had lived there in the mid 1990s, and I had just been ripped off in one of the most obvious schemes imaginable.  The young man who had waited on us at the restaurant had claimed that I had given him a 50 piaster note instead of a 50 pound note.  I knew which I’d given him, and I knew he was holding out for more money.  I knew that the problem was that my companion and I had started counting our remaining Egyptian money after paying the bill, and that we’d neglected to tip him anything, and he was angry that we had so much and couldn’t spare an extra pound or two for him.

I was pissed and embarrassed at myself for having fallen into the trap, and no amount of screaming in English or Arabic seemed to be making a damned bit of difference.  I knew why he did it, but I was angry anyway.

I had to go back to the hotel.  Heidi, one of my colleagues on this lengthy multi-country business jaunt had joined me for lunch in the Khan al-Khalili, the storied marketplace in the center of the oldest district of Cairo.  When I think about Cairo, I think about the area around the Khan – not necessarily the Khan itself, but the core of the city that dates back a millennia.

The rest of the group had returned to the hotel for a siesta, but I wanted a last chance to visit my favorite part of town, as we were in Egypt for barely 48 hours and I had a nearly physical need to cram in as much of it as I could.  And now I was unhappy because I’d been ripped off like a common tourist.

I was still seething as I hailed a cab from the not-moving traffic on Azhar Street and Heidi and I climbed in.  I told the driver where I wanted to go, and sat staring out the window.

“You look as though you’ll break the glass with your eyes, my friend,” the driver said, and I laughed. He gave a start: he’d said it in Arabic and not expected me to understand.  Here began a conversation I have routinely whenever I’m in the Arab world: how it is that the khowaga, the quintessential white boy, came to know our language and our country and culture.

As is the case with many Egyptian cab drivers, he was not a cab driver by training.  I’ve forgotten what he told me his actual profession was, but as we made our way through the early afternoon traffic back toward Zamalek and my hotel, he waxed poetic about many things.

It was July 2003, I was in the largest Arab capital, and my country was still in the process of bombing Baghdad.

The driver asked me where I was from, and I didn’t hesitate about telling him I was American.  Even in the darkest days of the past eight years, when we joked about changing the translation in our survival Arabic guide of “I am from America”  to “Ana min Canada” I never lied about where I was from.

This day, my cab driver was in a philosophical mood.  “Your president lies,” he said to me.  “He said that the reason your armies were in Iraq was to get rid of Saddam Hussein.  Saddam is gone, and your armies are still there.  Why?  What is the true reason?”

“I don’t know, ” I said simply.

“This man is not good for your country,” he went on.  “All peoples around the world, they felt sympathy for your country in Eylul [September].  We wept.  I have family in America.  I felt as if these planes were hitting me!  But now, we are all so angry at America because of what they do in Iraq.”

“I know,” I said glumly.

The driver looked in the mirror, eyes twinkling, and shook his head.  “Do not take it personally, my friend,” he said.  “After all, we did not vote for our president, either.”  This man, from a country that never had democracy and has even less of it now, was reassuring me, supposedly from the shining example of what democracy is supposed to be.  Although he meant it as a reassurance … and partially as a joke … it’s something that I’ve never forgotten.  Had we really sunk that low?

Yesterday, when I sat around the conference table at work and watched the new president address the nation–and I thought it was an appropriate speech; it may not go down in history as one of the greatest speeches of all time, but Obama said what we needed to hear–I watched with colleagues who’ve found themselves in similar situations.  I thought about all of the times since 2003 I’ve been in the Arab world.  Arabs love to discuss politics, but I’ve refrained.  I have no idea what my country is doing, and I can’t explain it, and I don’t want to defend it.

Barack Obama has been president for a little over 24 hours.  So far, with each executive order, I’ve felt my gut unclench a little more.  Sure, he could turn out to be ineffective.  He could be a flash in the pan.  The next four years could be marked by economic stagnation and turmoil.

But we elected him.  And I’m proud of that.

All over but the voting

Tuesday, November 4th, 2008

I’ve remarked to a couple of people this morning that I am actually feeling nauseous with anxiety over the outcome of today’s presidential election.

I was kind of this was the last time around, in 2004, when I was wholeheartedly in agreement with the oft-run photo of the British tabloid asking “How could [exact number of people who voted for Bush] be so stupid?” The idea of another four years of Bush was too hard to take, and–while I was one of the record number of people looking at the immigration Web sites for various other English speaking countries–what got me through it was knowing that there were only four years left.

Well, the four years are up. Back in the day, I thought to myself that John McCain would be a Republican president that I could live with, and maybe, to some extent, he still is. I definitely can’t live with her, however. No matter how silly Tina Fey’s dead-on portrayal on SNL is, what alarms me about her is that she’s opened the way up for every religious right nutjob and neoconservative policy wonk to declare McCain/Palin as “their” candidates.

I’ve had enough of the neocons. They’re after my job, you see, and I’d like them to go away.

The other thing that really has turned me off is the way that the Republicans have exploited the blatant xenophobia that’s been cultivated under eight years of Bush. All it takes is whispers in the hallway that Obama is Muslim to turn voters off of him.

So what? Muslims gave us algebra, the numbers we use, the ability to navigate across oceans. Muslim doctors provided Europe with medical textbooks that were still used in the 19th century. And they accepted the heliocentric view of the solar system long before the Europeans, and no one lost their head over it.

And, no, I haven’t forgotten 9/11. I just seem to be able to remember that 1,999,999,950 Muslims were NOT involved with the 9/11 plot as opposed to the 50 or so who were. One of those numbers is larger than the other. Kids, can you tell which one?

Oh, and let’s don’t even get started on the bit where politically Muslims and Evangelical Christians vote in a block on every major issue. Muslims are pro-life, in favor of the definition of marriage as between a man and a woman, pro-faith based initiatives, and would vote in favor of school prayer as long as provisions were made for non-Christian children to pray on their own. Heck, if the Dems were smart, they would have encouraged people to think Obama was Muslim and encouraged Evangelicals to think that this meant he was their candidate.

The other thing that I find ironic, by the way, is that the whispers about Obama being Muslim are completely incompatible with the other whispers in the hallway that his Christian preacher is a black supremacist — you can’t have it both ways, folks!

I was a bit stunned this morning when I read that there have been legal challenges filed against Obama’s eligibility to run based on rumors that he wasn’t born in the US.

Allow me to go on record: I don’t think Obama is perfect. Far from it. He’s a bit young. He’s a bit inexperienced. But if we’ve learned anything from the Bush administration, it’s that the president’s experience doesn’t matter if he surrounds himself with people that know what they’re doing, and Obama has definitely done that.

What does McCain have? Karl Rove and a woman who thinks dinosaurs ran around with cave men.

It’ll all be over soon. But I’m on pins and needles. C’mon, America. Prove we’re better than that. For once. Please.

 

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