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From Today's New York Times. Oh, the humanity!

Published: January 17, 2007
The human mind isn’t very well equipped to make sense of a figure like $1.2 trillion. We don’t deal with a trillion of anything in our daily lives, and so when we come across such a big number, it is hard to distinguish it from any other big number. Millions, billions, a trillion — they all start to sound the

The way to come to grips with $1.2 trillion is to forget about the number itself and think instead about what you could buy with the money. When you do that, a trillion stops sounding anything like millions or billions.

For starters, $1.2 trillion would pay for an unprecedented public health campaign — a doubling of cancer research funding, treatment for every American whose diabetes or heart disease is now going unmanaged and a global immunization campaign to save millions of children’s lives.

Combined, the cost of running those programs for a decade wouldn’t use up even half our money pot. So we could then turn to poverty and education, starting with universal preschool for every 3- and 4-year-old child across the country. The city of New Orleans could also receive a huge increase in reconstruction funds.

The final big chunk of the money could go to national security. The recommendations of the 9/11 Commission that have not been put in place — better baggage and cargo screening, stronger measures against nuclear proliferation — could be enacted. Financing for the war in Afghanistan could be increased to beat back the Taliban’s recent gains, and a peacekeeping force could put a stop to the genocide in Darfur.

All that would be one way to spend $1.2 trillion. Here would be another:

The war in Iraq.

In the days before the war almost five years ago, the Pentagon estimated that it would cost about $50 billion. Democratic staff members in Congress largely agreed. Lawrence Lindsey, a White House economic adviser, was a bit more realistic, predicting that the cost could go as high as $200 billion, but President Bush fired him in part for saying so.

These estimates probably would have turned out to be too optimistic even if the war had gone well. Throughout history, people have typically underestimated the cost of war, as William Nordhaus, a Yale economist, has pointed out.

But the deteriorating situation in Iraq has caused the initial predictions to be off the mark by a scale that is difficult to fathom. The operation itself — the helicopters, the tanks, the fuel needed to run them, the combat pay for enlisted troops, the salaries of reservists and contractors, the rebuilding of Iraq — is costing more than $300 million a day, estimates Scott Wallsten, an economist in Washington.

That translates into a couple of billion dollars a week and, over the full course of the war, an eventual total of $700 billion in direct spending.

The two best-known analyses of the war’s costs agree on this figure, but they diverge from there. Linda Bilmes, at the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard, and Joseph Stiglitz, a Nobel laureate and former Clinton administration adviser, put a total price tag of more than $2 trillion on the war. They include a number of indirect costs, like the economic stimulus that the war funds would have provided if they had been spent in this country.

Mr. Wallsten, who worked with Katrina Kosec, another economist, argues for a figure closer to $1 trillion in today’s dollars. My own estimate falls on the conservative side, largely because it focuses on the actual money that Americans would have been able to spend in the absence of a war. I didn’t even attempt to put a monetary value on the more than 3,000 American deaths in the war.

Besides the direct military spending, I’m including the gas tax that the war has effectively imposed on American families (to the benefit of oil-producing countries like Iran, Russia and Saudi Arabia). At the start of 2003, a barrel of oil was selling for $30. Since then, the average price has been about $50. Attributing even $5 of this difference to the conflict adds another $150 billion to the war’s price tag, Ms. Bilmes and Mr. Stiglitz say.

The war has also guaranteed some big future expenses. Replacing the hardware used in Iraq and otherwise getting the United States military back into its prewar fighting shape could cost $100 billion. And if this war’s veterans receive disability payments and medical care at the same rate as veterans of the first gulf war, their health costs will add up to $250 billion. If the disability rate matches Vietnam’s, the number climbs higher. Either way, Ms. Bilmes says, “It’s like a miniature Medicare.”

In economic terms, you can think of these medical costs as the difference between how productive the soldiers would have been as, say, computer programmers or firefighters and how productive they will be as wounded veterans. In human terms, you can think of soldiers like Jason Poole, a young corporal profiled in The New York Times last year. Before the war, he had planned to be a teacher. After being hit by a roadside bomb in 2004, he spent hundreds of hours learning to walk and talk again, and he now splits his time between a community college and a hospital in Northern California.

Whatever number you use for the war’s total cost, it will tower over costs that normally seem prohibitive. Right now, including everything, the war is costing about $200 billion a year.

Treating heart disease and diabetes, by contrast, would probably cost about $50 billion a year. The remaining 9/11 Commission recommendations — held up in Congress partly because of their cost — might cost somewhat less. Universal preschool would be $35 billion. In Afghanistan, $10 billion could make a real difference. At the National Cancer Institute, annual budget is about $6 billion.

“This war has skewed our thinking about resources,” said Mr. Wallsten, a senior fellow at the Progress and Freedom Foundation, a conservative-leaning research group. “In the context of the war, $20 billion is nothing.”

As it happens, $20 billion is not a bad ballpark estimate for the added cost of Mr. Bush’s planned surge in troops. By itself, of course, that price tag doesn’t mean the surge is a bad idea. If it offers the best chance to stabilize Iraq, then it may well be the right option.

But the standard shouldn’t simply be whether a surge is better than the most popular alternative — a far-less-expensive political strategy that includes getting tough with the Iraqi government. The standard should be whether the surge would be better than the political strategy plus whatever else might be accomplished with the $20 billion.

This time, it would be nice to have that discussion before the troops reach Iraq.

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Proverbs

In my youth, I sought only knowledge.  I was, as young men are apt to be, arrogant enough to believe I could become a modern Rennaisance Man.

Later, I sought only pleasure and spent many years in the vinyards of drunkenness.

As I’ve grown older, I’ve sought wisdom.

Seeking wisdom, I’ve wisely looked to those who came before me.

Here’s a selection from Proverbs, Chapter 22, verse 14, that seems to apply to my relationship dilemma:

“The mouth of a loose (“strange” is an alternate translation) woman is a deep pit; he with whom the Lord is angry falls into it.”

OK, that’s just a joke and a misogynist one at that.

Here’s the Proverb verse that really caught my eye and it seems political in these days of the Bush Administration’s connections to the religious right and tax cuts for the wealthy:

Proverbs 22:16

“Oppressing the poor in order to enrich oneself, and giving to the rich, will lead only to loss.”

NOTE: Despite the misogyny of the prior verse, Proverbs depicts Wisdom as a woman crying out in the streets to her children.  Interesting, eh?  She is often offset with the “strange” woman or a prostitute and is sometimes identified as Dame Folly.  Proverbs is kind of a home school textbook and was taught to young men on their way to rabbinical schuls because its rhyme scheme was easy to remember.

Post Script:  Here’s a note for only the truely and sincerely whack jobs like me.  Proverbs is often attributed to Soloman, but it’s very unlikely he actually wrote much of it and he’s only used as a symbol of wise Jewish leaders.  There were clearly several authors and it was collected and edited after the Babylonian exile.  The part that really fascinates me (and the redoubtable Skip Largent, no doubt) is how much this book of the Old Testament owes to the Egyptian sage Amen-em-ope and it seems clear that a lot of Proverbs is cribbed directly from his observations.  So much for inerrancy and divine inspiration, what?

Sliding into home

I literally slid into an AA meeting tonight and JUST IN TIME.

It’s been awhile since I got to a meeting as a result of the weather, so I really needed a good meeting. I also had to get out of the house today.

I’ve enjoyed my sloth and enjoyed being slovenly.  Who doesn’t enjoy a good sloven every now and again?

Now I’ve been waaaaay too deep into my own head, taken naps and watched several really good films.  Big, by the way, held up the best, but who can criticize Groundhog Day, Airplane and Ferris Beuller’s Day Off?  I still guffaw at Airplane’s silly visual puns and sing along with Ferris at the end of that movie.  I don’t know, it’s just that there’s something so sweet and good about Penny Marshall’s direction and Tom Hanks’ performance. 

For some reason, my diet has taken the biggest hit here on the homefront.  I have eaten so unhealthy, so random, it’s incredible.  I’ve eaten everything on crackers and anything chocolate.  I’ve microwaved and … well, I’m not making cheese sandwiches with an iron like Johnny Depp in Benny and June, but close.  I’ve got to get some decent meals in me STAT!

Mostly, I’ve had hot drinks.  Pots of coffee and urns of hot tea and cup after cup of hot chocolate.  I’ve even got the little marshmellows to put in the hot chocolate.

Sinatra’s been telling  me about this great idea that he has.  He thinks I should crumble some more bread outside and when the birds come to eat it,  let him out.  He thinks this is a very very good idea and one which should be implemented immediately, what am I waiting for NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW.

The fact that I know as an absolutely certainty what the cat is saying to me is a testament to the fact that I’ve been in the house too much lately.

 

BULLETIN

As a benign and wise Emperor, it’s rare that I interfere in your lives and that is how it should be.  However, I would not be a good shepherd of my empire if I did not, on a proper occasion, take care to act in a manner best benefitting my people.

Being advised well by highest counsel and aware of all necessary facts, I hereby ORDER, ADJUDGE AND DECREE that the person formerly known as DZaster upon this sacred internet blogosphere shall hereafter be known by the nome d’plume “Little Miss Sunshine” for her consistently optimistic view of the world and mankind.

Let it be written, let it be done.

Surge?

Here’s a tidbit from Blogblah!!! on August 10, 2006:

In Iraq, authorities have a new security plan.  Turns out the “plan” is a re-run of a failure from last year: taking on Mahdi al-Sadr’s Shiite militias, this time in Baghdad instead of in smaller southern towns.  Is there any miscalculation or mistake that this administration hasn’t made in Iraq?

Personally, I’m thinking about putting together a web contest to decide who is more incompetent:  Condi Rice or Don Rumsfeld.  Dead heat at this point, if you ask me.

And this surge is different from “Stay the course” in just exactly what way?

Let’s see if I’ve got this straight.  Sadr kicked our ass from one side of the border to the other in a series of small town fights south of Baghdad and that helped him become big stuff in Baghdad itself.  Then, we took it to him in the streets of the city and now there’s civil war and he’s pulling the strings on Maliki because he’s got the largest bloc of votes in the Parliament. 

Why am I having visions of Hitler in his bunker in Berlin, ordering about non-existent divisions of Panzer tanks?

Has anyone said the word “Stalingrad” to “W”?  How about “Dienbienphu” or “Hue”?

If you think American prestige abroad is as low as it can get, just wait until the television cameras catch sight of long lines of civilian refugees headed for Syria and Jordan and Kuwait, panicking at the airport and at train and bus stations.  Will these guys be satisfied when we’ve sacked the city, left it a hulking ruin?  Will we assault neighborhoods with tanks and artillary and jets and helicopters? 

Just exactly how do they plan to stop Iranian and Syrian and other “foreign fighters” from getting involved?  Will they “spread the chaos outward” to full scale military confrontation with Iran?

Tell me somethin’, punkin.  Tell me of any knowledge you have of any good experience any nation has had at attempting what President Bush proposes?  Know of any assaults on milita/irregular forces imbedded in a city of a million plus residents that actually worked?

We are so fucked.

Now, let me drone on  some more about how incompetent these bastards also are in Afghanistan, where the Taliban and Al Qaeda has been welcomed into the arms of their Pashtun breathren in Waziristan north to Khyber.

The government of Pakistan will not go in there and I don’t blame them.  Some 50,000 British troops weren’t able to pacify that country back when the island nation knew something about colonizing brown skinned countries.  Some of the British forts are now Mahdrassas for the teaching of new Islamic radicals.

The opium crop is bigger than ever and we’ve managed to piss off Iran and have no support along that border.  As a result, the Taliban has spread from the south to the west and Kabul, as has happened with 5 previous conquering empires, is becoming increasingly isolated and unsafe.

Of course Iraq is sending hundreds of suicide bombers to the training camps of the terrorists, who are increasingly rich, sophisticated and dispersed into impenetrable cells.

We are so fucked.

From the mideast to the Indian subcontinent to the far East: North Korea has the fucking bomb and we can’t do a thing about it even when they test missles.

We are so fucked.

Did anyone else notice that while we’re planning a surge, the British think they will bring some of the boys back home?

When Bush’s poodle has had enough, goodness!

The Iceman Cums

And people say spelling isn’t important…

So far, I’m having a holly jolly ice day, how ’bout you?

Went to Albertson’s last night around dinner time and OH MY GOD what a clusterfuck!

There must have been a thousand people there, half of them in line waiting to be checked out.  The parking lot was freakin’ full to the brim.  It was truely unbelievable.  It took me 30 minutes to shop and 45 minutes to get through the line with my frozen foods defrosting.  There were huge gaps in the shelves where they couldn’t be stocked as fast as people were grabbing at odd things like lunchmeat and chips.  I saw a guy buying 10 gallons of bottled water.  Like it was the end of the world.  I hear that if you listened to Gary England, you might have thought it was the next ice age, if not Armageddon.  I would have waited and gone at midnight to Wal Mart had I known, but Oh, well.

I did get all my other errands done with dispatch, however, and the dry cleaning is picked up/dropped off, I have firewood and a full tank of gas and some cash from the bank and the corkscrew to replace the one I broke Christmas Eve.  I’ve rented four great comedies: Airplane, Big, Ferris Beuller’s Day Off and Groundhog Day.  Doesn’t get any better than that.  I’ve also got Annie Hall and a couple others in reserve out of my private library.  No thoughtful films this weekend, only the light touch.

There’s an absolutely brilliant fire crackling in the fireplace and I have my whole computer library playing on shuttle and that’s a good couple days worth without repeats.

I’ve got hot chocolate, tea, coffee beans and those tiny little marshmellows.  Muaaahhhhahahahahahahahahahaha !!!!!!

I did my crumbled bread out the back door trick again and Sinatra is pleasantly occupied.  He says it’s much more interesting than television, and I agree.

I’ve got all the good stuff done like opening the cabinets underneath the sinks and covering the outside faucets.

I’ve even got a sack of rock salt if it gets absolutely necessary.

There are 10 gallons of bottled water in my storm shelter.

It’s the end of the world, you know.

An entry from Rebecca's blog

A Bird Pooped On My Head

Although Jesse  and I are both unemployed, we managed to swing a new Mac Book and a shiny  red Jeep. After using my new Mac Book to finish a laborious proposal to  fund the position I wish I had and then jumping in the shiny red Jeep with  my recently heroed husband, a bird pooped on my head. And here I go again  with my fantasy/reality struggle.

In the fantasy, a bird poops on your  head and it..s good luck. The reality is that you have to wash your  recently ..done.. do. What..s lucky about that? The fantasy of the shiny  red Jeep with the top down is pretty much busted at that point too. The  promise of employment and a flashy computer fade into oblivion once a bird  poops on your head.

Not long ago, Jesse and I witnessed a maintenance  wife in her shiny black Cadillac Escalade. On every level, a well-coiffed,  well-appointed trophy wife is the ultimate fantasy for both men and women.  The reality is that she was driving with Playtex gloves on to protect her  manicure from the inky residue of the papers she was slinging out the  window of that shiny black Cadillac Escalade.

What a cruel joke. God  gives us everything we ask for and then we ask for more. ..Ask, and it  shall be given you… For every one that asketh receiveth… Or what man is  there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he  ask a fish, will he give him a serpent?.. (Matthew 7:7ish if I must proof  text). In His infinite wisdom, He imbeds karmic contingencies for which we  did not plan.

I get it. I..m a parent. I want to indulge my children.  Even so, sometimes my spoiled kids insist they can go to school without a  coat and I comply only for them to realize that the tank-top/sandal option  isn..t all that comfortable when it..s cold outside. I allow them to find  out for themselves that a moment of sunscreen in the eye is preferable to a  blistering burn. But, come on, God. Give me a break. How about this? I  accept the nomination to Vestry and you give me a full-on fantasy with no  caveats for no less than time served.

Oh, crap. Did I just bring  about a new contingency? Shit. Why did Jesus command me to ask when he knew  how tricky his dad is? Seriously, asking things from God has to be harder  than being president. Maybe that..s how Bush got himself in so much  trouble. Maybe Bush got caught up in his fantasies and the collateral  damage resultant of his askething bit us all in the ass. Okay, having a  bird poop on my head isn..t as bad as starting a civil war.

My view from the sidelines

Gee, folks, I’d just absolutely LOVE to write something pithy and insightful about President Bush’s address to the nation about Iraq, but I didn’t see it and I just can’t.

Besides, I’m too distracted with worry right now about the really big issue facing America:  Will Rosie and The Donald ever make up?

Donald attempted a surge by putting it in writing and sending Rosie a letter.  I’m not sure he anticipated that this would be met with Barbara Walters denying part of The Donald’s statements.

Then, Barbara called him a poor, pathetic man.

And got a high five from Rosie.

In the whole show, they never said his name.

Now, he’s being all snarky about Barbara, saying it was sad to see her reading her statement off a cue card.

And, somehow lost in all this is the fate of that poor girl who was supposed to be a pageant queen and then got drunk and rowdy like 20 year old girls are never supposed to be like and then Donald, who owns the pageant, let her off the hook.  So, where’s she now?  Rehab, maybe?

See how hard it is to keep up with all the details of this story?  And, who will solve this mess?  I propose that we bomb a bridge.  Isn’t that where “trump” is a real word, the card game “bridge”?  It’s the center stage of the Global War on Celebrity Bitchslaps.  Hey, it worked for W!

Or, better yet, we can get some gay person, the bipolars or whatever they are, and they could go out on an Elimidate with Donald, Rosie and Barbara.  Except Rosie is already gay, so I don’t know how that will all work out.  But, they could go out to a park and then on an activity and then dancing in a bar and the bipolar person could Elimidate two of them and then we’d know who won and all.

Wouldn’t that be cool?

 

What's wrong, Johnny?

My baby sister writes to ask what’s wrong with me that i’m not blogging.

What gall!  She gives up her blog completely and then has the cojones to ask why I’m not blogging.

OK, sis.  I understand.  Here’s why I’m not blogging:

I have nothing to say.

I went to dinner last night with K.O., an old friend, and we talked about her latest failed romance and how she wants to just quit her job and leave town.  I was home and eating Blue Bell Ice Cream and chocolate chip cookies in front of the laptop before midnight.

Thursday, I slept.  I slept 20 hours.  Didn’t go to work, didn’t do the dishes.  I slept.

Nancy Pelosi is the new Speaker of the House. OK. Cool beans.  I have nothing to say that about a thousand other pundits, journalists and coffeehouse philosophers haven’t already said in spades to my utter boredom.

I’m not dating anyone, not trying to date anyone, not looking and don’t care.  I finally get it.  At my age, there isn’t anyone I want to date who wants to date me and there isn’t anyone who wants to date me that I want to date.  I don’t want to share my home with the cat, much less another human being of any gender.

I’m trying with very little success to stop smoking.   Very frustrating and disappointing.

I work.  It’s boring, but that’s why I get paid the big bucks.  I’m not getting anywhere financially, but that’s better than the path to financial ruin I was formerly treading.  Now, I”m just treading water.

Friday, as is often the case, i spent time with a gaggle of friends.  It was Paseo gallery walk night and it’s boring to say how much I admire B.J. LaFon’s work I saw at Joy Reed Belt’s JRB Gallery.  He’s still great.  I’m still a fan.  Who isn’t?  The one wrinkle in that evening was an hour a few diehards spent at Groovy’s late.  A walk through a time warp into the Studio 54 days of yesteryear’s discos. None dead, none hurt, and the Oz will dance all by himself like no one is watching, one of the reasons I love him to death.

I’m not reading anything that excites me.  I’m not writing, not even in my journal.  I’m not painting or doing sumii, not even sketching. 

I go to AA meetings and listen and keep my mouth shut.  I don’t have anything to say, but I’m not learning all that much,  either.

I had some rolls I used for a Christmas Eve get-together at my house, but they’ve long turned stale and are probably getting moldy.  I crumbled a couple up outside my back door for the birds, it being winter.  I didn’t gauge the effect this might have on Sinatra.  When a flock of small black birds swarmed the crumbs right outside his window to the world, he freaked.  he did that stutter that cat owners will recognize.  he’s been talking about it ever since.  I guess that’s the big news at my house:  there were birds real close to the back door and the glass kept the cat from pouncing.

So, that’s the news from Lake Woebegon, where all the men … 

 

Snark

MCARP makes reference over on 3:40 a.m. to his “Bathroom (sic) of Perfect Wisdom.”  I was going to leave a snarky comment about how he must certainly mean his grandiosely named BathROBE of Perfect Wisdom.  Then, I got to thinking and decided bathrooms are actually more likely than bathrobes to be the repository of perfect wisdom.  It’s all a bunch of crap going down the tubes, after all.  I know that the only way I’ll ever be one with the universe is when the universe needs to go to the bathroom more than it wants sex and food and money.  The humanity of that urgency is so primal as to necessitate a certain amount of wisdom.  Plus, it’s one of the few times we’re alone and allowed to contemplate the nature of the universe uninterrupted by the demands of the world outside.  Felicitous Freudian slip there, MCARP.