These people are gluttons for punishment.
After the
last election I was through
commenting on the “Libertarian” Party for its short, foreseeable future.
1
Until the national LP headquarters called and asked me to run against
Rep. Mark Strama, D-Austin.
2
Stating it as baldly as Phil Spector’s scalp,
3
no I’m not running for office – certainly not on the ticket of a hollow,
failing organization. Hollow, because since the
Portland convention, the LP has been an ideological
party sans ideology. Failing, because the lack of solid, distinctive
ideals undercuts the point of doing anything to improve the party’s electoral
prospects. Also failing, because even competence at basic political mechanics
has deteriorated among the membership, especially at the
highest levels of the national party,
and within the two most active factions, the
fakes
and the flakes. The
national staff is
unaccountable to the national committee, which is unaccountable to
the rank-and-file activists. Yet whenever I see people still in the
LP that I know, without prompting they start
denying
any problems. I think they’re sincere.
They
don’t even think the problems are problems.
That’s why national called me, when the state or county affiliates should
be handling such recruitment. For one thing, the affiliates can have
a better sense of who to field. Even the dopiest county chairman
knows that I’m not fronting for them.
4
And to think just a few years before, this was a party that could
nominate Michael Badnarik for president and Paul Farris for Congress.
5
Now it’s reduced to a 2012 presidential face-off between an ignorant, loudmouthed
huckster, and some guy who thinks looking like Flavor Flav from 1992 will
contribute to political “relevance.”
6
In substantive political matters, the Chronicle’s legislative reporters
lament the Texas legislative session ended with so little legislation
passed.
7 But that’s a good thing.
The Texas historian T.R.
Fehrenbach wrote that Texas has lagged some 60 years behind the United
States average for intrusive government, which is why we live free and flourish.
8
The real shame is that so much legislation designed to make Texas like everywhere
else was even introduced. Fortunately, Gov. Rick Perry vetoed many of
the bills the Lege did pass.
9

President Obama took flak for taking the first lady out to dinner
and a Broadway play on May 30.
10 It was justifiable, even at
a cost to taxpayers of $24,000 – about what dinner and two tickets for
a show in Manhattan
costs these days – on
the constitutional grounds of insuring domestic tranquility, by keeping
his high-maintenance wife content.
11 (If Obama’s really a
Muslim, he’s doing a lousy job of reminding her who’s in charge.)
12
The real scandal is that Obama wasn’t wearing a tie.
13 Where
does he think he’s eating – Austin?
14 He’s old enough to know
how to match a color that won’t clash with the food stains. That gauche
oversight eclipses the fact that when they’re out on the town, he’s not
making policy decisions.
Such as his Supreme Court nominee, who has a lot of baggage,
and I don’t just mean what’s under her eyes.
15 Her sole worthwhile
accomplishment was as conversational opener with “Melanie Ordones Welker”
the other night.
16 Also unremarked: For all Red Sonia Sotomayor’s
blathering about her
nuyoricanisma, she hasn’t uttered a peep
about whether the Willie Colón album “El Jucio” inspired her
career choice. Ah-ah, oh no, indeed.
17
On the Town
May 3: The great jazz master Sonny Rollins played at
the UT Peforming Arts Center. By my reckoning he soloed for about 20 minutes
out of 25 minutes – and that was just the first tune. He’s still pushing
himself.
18
May 5: The PAC was also the venue for a concert of new chamber
music. It was free. It was also funny. For starters, the New Music Ensemble
premiered “Shot in the Dark,” with the lyrics taken from the personal
ads in the Austin Chronicle.
19
May 16: At the Go Dance Studio salsa social, I danced with
a
cheesecake calendar model of my acquaintance,
among others.
Neighborhood News
Organizers of this year’s wine festival during Memorial Day weekend
at The Domain moved the tents from MoPac Expressway to face Burnet Road
instead.
20 It looked to be a better location than
last year.
Nice
to see one organization learns from its mistakes.
Spanish retailer Zara, which features cheap-looking yet pricey
‘80s-esque knockoffs of the merchandise in fellow tenant Neiman Marcus,
has opened at The Domain.
21 Nearby, a man was critically
injured by – what else? – a woman careening an SUV through the parking
garage.
22
I got in some golf practice
and rid my balcony ceiling of
vespine nests with a 6 iron. In retrospect, I chose the right club.
The landlord repainted the complex. Now the sun-faded beige stucco has
a champagne hue, with chocolate brown trim. I’m not sure about that color
scheme.
After two years, the underpass between Duval and Waters Park roads
is accessible once again. Now workers are testing the bells, lights
and crossing gates at the railroad crossing on Gracy Farms Lane for the
presumed commuter rail.
23
A new medical office is planned for the northeast corner of Cedar
Bend Drive and MoPac.
24 The local supermarket has begun stocking
loaves of bread – apple strudel bread. I hadn’t the heart, or the appetite,
to splurge.
Austin Death Watch

I’d hoped the recent storms would squelch the annual Republic
of Texas Biker Rally, but no luck.
25 Same goes for the downtown
merchants.
26 Daredevil Robbie Knievel, who’s learned
from his
dad’s mistakes, leapt over two beer
trucks in front of the Capitol.
27 One commenter at the Statesman’s
Web site said he would’ve been impressed if Knievel had surmounted the City’s
budget deficit.
28
Speaking of the Statesman, the daily, still on the auction block,
is running a promotional campaign wherein readers can submit “slam
poetry.” The Chronicle snickers.
29 OK, Chronicle, but when your
Louis Black becomes senile, how will we really tell?
30
The government TV affiliate, KLRU, has a $1 million gap in its
budget that’s crippling the station’s ability to produce its own shows.
31
The Austin Fire Department is poised to destroy itself through
internal wrangling over new race and sex quotas. Because when you’re
trapped in a burning building, the most important thing is that you’ve
supported a blow against the conservative white patriarchy.
32
Can’t the department wait until the Supreme Court rules the wrong way
on the Ricci case?
33 Meanwhile, half the stoplight sensors
in town don’t work for emergency vehicles.
34 The other half
is used to catch motorists.
35 The district attorney is reviewing
a May incident in which a constable’s deputy used a Taser on 4’ll” 72-year-old
woman who was giving him lip about a speeding ticket.
36
Spiros nightclub shut down June 5, following a rap-related shooting
the week before that wounded eight people.
37 When I first heard
of it, I thought the
cramped, maze-like club
had put someone in a snit. But it was just some guys “keepin’
it real.”
38
Parks enthusiasts are trying to restore Wooldridge Square. Lyndon
Johnson once announced his presidential campaign at the park, surrounded
by government buildings. Now it’s a place for bums to sleep and everyone
else to avoid. Wooldridge advocates think that’s deplorable, but it’s
really just the inevitable outcome of letting LBJ and his ilk get their
way. Why do you think this section of the Web zine exists?
39
Star Dreck 90210
A sometime reader lamented the new “Star Trek” movie, for among
other things, “proving the modern belief that fathers are irrelevant in
the scheme of things, and can be disposed of with no ill effects for any
required plot device.”
40 Inadvertently, he stumbled onto the
truth about science fiction as it relates to liberty. First, the best assessment
of the Star Trek “universe” comes from the late reactionary, Samuel Francis:
Week after week during those 30 years, the crew of the starship
“Enterprise” has bustled back and forth about the universe violating
its own laws forbidding interference in other planets’ business and performing
deeds of liberated derring-do. Usually the cosmic conundrums its encounters
and speedily redresses are transparent allegorical representations of
whatever social crisis preoccupies the real cultural elite at the moment…
Indeed, what else does the human race in the “Star Trek” cosmos
have to do but stick its nose into the affairs of other species? They can
zip about the galaxy at velocities faster than light and “beam” themselves
from one place to another instantaneously, and there never seems to be
any question of food, clothing, money, disease, aging, or even of career
advancement in this placid paradise. Having resolved all conceivable material
problems of the human race, the only woes that remain for them in the world
of “Star Trek” are those perennially invented by the cultural elite, of
which the Enterprise crew is an equally transparent representation, and,
of course, armed with energy weapons and beamer-uppers, the elite always
solves these problems as quickly and as happily as it discovers them.
“Star Trek represents what the cultural elite thinks America and
the world would be like if only the Philistines would get out of the
way and let the Federation (i.e., Leviathan), spend their money as it
wants, and the enduring popularity of the series suggests that no small
number of viewers at least unconsciously share this vision or have absorbed
its premises.41
The gestalt of “Star Trek,” however, isn’t unique. As Charlie Stross
has pointed out, science fiction is the “fictional agitprop arm”
of the Technocrat movement, devoted to “central planning, enlightened rational
leadership, and utopianism.”
42 In other words, science
fiction is just dweebs’ powerlust fantasies of a universe without the
constraints of kin or community, ethics or economics.
43
Hence the notion in “Star Trek” that fathers are irrelevant.
Only these dweebs lack the skill set to actualize their fantasies.
Moreover, human social arrangements aren’t nearly as varied as fantasists
would have you believe.
44 But they do provide inchoate support
for beneficiaries and advocates of the State, which has crippled said constraints.
Even their technical skills, which raised their status slightly as
they
became useful to other people, may not be enough to sustain
them much longer. Those technical skills deteriorate with age, rapidly
become obsolete, or can be done cheaper by some docile foreign labor
overseas. If they ever do find themselves working for a sci-fi-esque
company, they’ll be answering to some hardnosed guy in a suit, same
as they always have.
45
A subset of libertarians, found in both fake and flake factions,
ascribes to these Technocratic fantasies, which puts them at odds with
their own stated political beliefs and cuts them off from their sociological,
historical, cultural and intellectual roots, which, by extension, helps
block their ability to connect with authentic libertarians – and not just
at election time.
46
Paul “Bono” Hewson, international tax dodger,
47 global
busybody,
48 and alleged entertainer,
49 called
Elvis Presley a “white nigger.”
50 Why isn’t this harp
prosecuted in Europe for "hate speech"?
51 Where’s the lawsuit
from the Southern Poverty Law Center?
52 And does he really
want to bring up a topic that will refocus attention on the pathologies
and failings of his disorderly, improvident race? I mean, blacks moved
to Harlem to get away from the Irish.
53 When he’s not running
at the mouth, like a typical mick, Hewson fronts a group that merely
proves his people haven’t contributed anything to world culture since
Thin Lizzy disbanded. Even B.B. King couldn’t
make them sound good.
54 Listen, Hewson. We finally put Spector
behind bars and we’ll get you, too.
55
In real music, Steve Martin has released “The Crow,” a bluegrass
album.
56 Obviously, Martin was inspired by
Dad’s “Lost Tribe.”
An eatery in South Austin has selections named after local celebrities,
including a burger named after the
late Molly
Ivins. The entrée perfectly captures the essence of her career
and opinions: a bland mess that amounts in the end to a lump of Bolshevik
that’s flushed into oblivion with the same ease that her views were rebutted
in life. Such would be fitting treatment for Numb Chumpsky,
57
L. Neil Smith, and other mental mediocrities,
though all any restaurant needs is a thin, red gruel.
Elsewhere in fashion news, scrunchies are back.
58
So are harem pants.
59
The Tasmanian devil is an endangered species. Officially, the
cause is a transmissible cancer, but we at Austin Dispatches have the
inside scoop that it’s a result of them eating lit firecrackers disguised
as woodland creatures. That’s all, folks.
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