Vote!

I’m going to say this only once: if you value your middle-class lifestyle, America’s reputation in the world, and your personal safety from terrorism, register NOW, and vote for John Kerry in November.

No, I don’t believe that John Kerry’s a saint, nor that George Bush is the devil – they’re all politicians, everybody is in somebody’s pocket, and every election I’ve voted in has been a choice of the lesser of two evils. But it’s still a choice and, if you’re an American voter, it is your responsibility to yourself, your country, and the REST OF THE WORLD to make that choice.

George Bush’s radical religious beliefs and cultural naivete’ have taken America from a position of great vulnerability (September 11th happened, after all) to one of even greater danger and vulnerability. We are not safer than we were – far less so, and anyone who tells you otherwise is playing you for a fool.

No single person or country will be able to fix the current world situation in a hurry; it will not get fixed at all without global cooperation. Kerry’s got a better chance of obtaining that than Bush.

As for the economy, there are no quick fixes. What it needs is long-term investment in human capital: a top-to-bottom reform of the American education system. America turns out some of the worst-educated high school graduates in the world, not fit for anything but flipping hamburgers. That’s why the country is losing its competitive edge in the world, and protectionism will not help.

As for the campaign ads, speeches, etc., I suggest that you ignore them. Nothing of substance is being said. Both parties believe that a political campaign is entertainment for the ignorant masses, who (they believe) are easily swayed by words and images that appeal to the emotions (negative ones more often than positive). They’re not telling you anything useful about who they themselves are or what they will do once in office.

There is a slim hope that they might do so during the debates. But a political ad is just that – an advertisement, to get you to buy the product: “Why I’m better than Brand X” (or why Brand X is the anti-Christ). The Republicans are business people, and very, very good at marketing. But, as a sophisticated 21st century consumer, you know very well that the ad has little to do with the product – are you gonna buy that just because some Madison Avenue ad-man tells you to?

Media coverage is almost as ludicrous as what the parties themselves are spouting. Watch “The Daily Show” – at least that’s played for laughs, whereas Fox News doesn’t even realize that it’s a parody of journalism.

Oh, and one more thing: Discussion is welcome. I don’t know what the world is coming to when it’s taboo to discuss politics in polite circles, for fear of giving offense or having an argument. I have friends and relatives who will probably vote Republican and, while deploring their taste and wishing to persuade them out of it, I don’t love or respect them any the less for that – even you, gentle reader, if you are determined to vote Republican. If Bush gets re-elected and the world goes even more to hell than it already has, at least I will have the bitter satisfaction of saying: “I told you so.”

 

Yesterday’s disingenuous quote from Dick Cheney: “It’s absolutely essential that eight weeks from today, on Nov. 2, we make the right choice, because if we make the wrong choice then the danger is that we’ll get hit again and we’ll be hit in a way that will be devastating from the standpoint of the United States.”

Dear Dick: You know as well as I do that the United States is in danger no matter WHO gets elected. Yes, there likely WILL be more attacks, and some of them may be devastating. You haven’t done much to alleviate that risk, in fact you’ve made it WORSE.


Further reading/viewing:

The Daily Show

In their new book, “The Bushes,” Peter and Rochelle Schweizer, who interviewed many Bushes, including the president’s father and his brother Jeb, quote one unnamed relative as saying that W. sees the war on terror “as a religious war”: “He doesn’t have a P.C. view of this war. His view of this is that they are trying to kill the Christians. And we the Christians will strike back with more force and more ferocity than they will ever know.” – Maureen Dowd, NYT, Apr 29, 2004

Their beliefs are bonkers, but they are at the heart of power

Italian Recipes: Torta di Pane (Bread Cake)

This is a good way to use old, dry bread. The recipe is more or less one that I scribbled down from a magazine in a waiting room.

  • Cut/break 1/2 kilo of dry bread into smallish dice
  • Soak it overnight (in the fridge) in about 1 liter of milk; I also add a few tablespoons of amaretto or other liqueur
  • Mix two eggs with 50 gm melted butter, 200 gm sugar, and 50 gm cocoa powder (unsweetened is fine)
  • Add a grating of lemon peel, raisins, pine nuts or other nuts. I also tend to toss in any other dried fruit I have around, e.g. figs.
  • Mix in the soaked bread; I use an electric mixer, which also helps pulverize the bread into smaller pieces, but the batter will not be smooth in any case
  • Bake at 175 C / 350 F for about an hour   It’s okay if it comes out a bit puddingy. It tastes best when warm, and reheats well in the microwave.

Hostages

Twelve Nepali hostages in Iraq were executed, and I had never even heard they’d been taken – and I look at headlines from multiple sources on news.google.com practically every hour. There is no Nepali military presence in Iraq and few Nepalis are Christian or Jewish, so their murderers had to strain to find an ‘excuse’ for killing them: “We have carried out the sentence of God against 12 Nepalis who came from their country to fight the Muslims and to serve the Jews and the Christians…believing in Buddhah [sic] as their God.”

I wish I believed that there was a just god who would eventually punish these evil people for their crimes, should humanity fail to do so. Sadly, I am unable to believe it – as usual, some god or other is conveniently invoked as an excuse for atrocity against fellow human beings.

National Differences in Olympics Coverage

Yes, I know the games ended a while ago, but I’m only now getting to see the part I actually care about – the equestrian events. It seems that local television in each country concentrates on those events at which the locals are expected to excel, and Italy didn’t expect much from its horsemen. On one of the Internet discussion boards that I frequent, someone who was vacationing in Italy during the Olympics remarked that, watching from Italy, she saw sports she’d barely even heard of, such as water polo.

Fortunately, my dad lives in England, where the BBC can be relied upon to show every minute of anything horsey, with the bonus of very knowledgeable commentary – you can learn a lot about horses and riding just by watching and listening. Dad very kindly recorded many hours of video for me, which I am now enjoying. The outcomes are even a surprise to me, since I made no effort to read about the results while the games were going on.

I don’t care much about the results anyway – I’m not watching to see which country wins. After all, nationality has become a rather legalistic concept at the Olympics. We saw most of the march-in during the opening ceremonies, and I was amused that a few countries had been invented (or re-invented) for political convenience, while a number of athletes were competing on behalf of countries to whom they had no ties except sponsorship and brand-new citizenship. This being the case, what does it mean to say that so-and-so country got x number of medals?

Equestrian competitions are no exception; the “nationality” of any horse-and-rider pair seems to be a matter of definition. The best horses are bred in a handful of countries (notably France) and exported worldwide. Top trainers work all over the world: one man (British? – I didn’t catch the name) was mentioned as having built up the Saudi Arabian team for the Olympics four years ago, and this time around he was working for Korea. Many of the riders had spent significant portions of their careers training and competing in other countries, and several had changed passports. All this takes the edge off any nationalistic pride one might be tempted to feel.

I enjoy watching horses, period, and to watch these champions moving so beautifully and clearly loving what they were doing was a thrill. Another thing I like about equestrian events is that they are the only ones (as far as I know) where men and women (and mares, stallions, and geldings) compete on an equal footing, and age is actually an advantage for both horse and rider – experience counts in precision events such as show jumping and dressage.

On the subject of national pride: at least here in Lecco we have a genuine local hero, Antonio Rossi, who got his start at the local Canottieri (canoers’) club, and went on to win two gold medals in Atlanta and one in Sydney, in canoeing. He still lives in Lecco, where he works as a member of the Guardia di Finanza (tax police), of all things. I haven’t quite understood how it is that all of Italy’s military and police forces have their own athletic teams in various disciplines. The Italian equestrian team included the Chimirri cousins, one of whom is a police officer, the other a carabiniere – both looking smart in their official uniforms with braid and insignia.

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Il Capriolo: A Wonderful Restaurant in an Italian Alpine Village

Saturday Enrico and I were restless and decided to go for an outing. We visited the abbey at Piona (a small town at the northern end of Lake Como), then headed up the mountain. We had a booklet listing restaurants in the province of Lecco, including one more or less in the area where we were. Turned out we hadn’t looked closely enough at the details – it was way up the mountain at 1100 meters, and took quite a while to reach over a narrow, twisty mountain road. We had to call several times for directions and to ask how long the trip should take, and we almost turned back several times.

But Il Capriolo turned out to be worth the trip. For primo, we shared a dish of gnocchi (potato dumpling pasta) with sweet gorgonzola cheese – creamy and rich with just a hint of gorgonzola sharpness. For secondo, we had the local buckwheat polenta, with generous portions of three different kinds of meat: brasato (braised) beef, spezzatino di vitello (small pieces of veal) with porcini mushrooms, and pork loin cooked with pancetta (bacon). The brasato was good, almost black on the outside from long, slow cooking in red wine. The other two meat dishes were even better, each with just enough gravy to add flavor to the polenta.

For dessert we had panna cotta (“cooked cream”) with a warm berry compote (see the video). All this, plus over half a litre of the house wine (a more-than-decent Cabernet), came to 40 euros for the two of us – cheap at the price!

Il Capriolo is also the local hangout for the inhabitants of this tiny mountain village, so there were people playing cards, watching TV, reading the newspaper, and a father came in with his kids to buy popsicles.

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