For What It’s Worth

“There’s something happening here
What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
There’s battle lines being drawn
Nobody’s right if everybody’s wrong
Young people speaking their minds
Getting so much resistance from behind
I think it’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
What a field-day for the heat
A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Mostly say, hooray for our side
It’s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down.”

– “For What It’s Worth”, Buffalo Springfield, 1967 (written by Stephen Stills, emphasis mine)

i·con·o·clast (n.) One who attacks and seeks to overthrow traditional or popular ideas or institutions; One who destroys sacred religious images.

After we got back from the trip, I buried myself in finishing up the latest project, and only got time to spend wandering the blogs this weekend.

And today, I find myself, in the jargon of 1967, kinda bummed.

I’ve met “Calpundit” Kevin Drum and his lovely (and tolerant – blogger’s partner has to be) wife, and I’ve corresponded with “Instapundit” Glenn Reynolds, who strikes me as an interesting and more than smart fella; sometimes I’ve agreed and sometimes not with each of them.

But this weekend I went back and looked at the last few week’s posts from each of them, and my heart fell a little bit.

And then in the gym this morning (I’m rehabbing an injured shoulder so I can go back to martial arts), they played the Buffalo Springfield song above (one of the hits from my high school years). And something hit me.

I want to outline what I saw, and toss the question out there as to whether it’s an artifact of my own impressions and memory, or something that other people see as well.One of the things that I admire intensely about both Kevin and Glenn is that when I started reading them, I read them both as fellow iconoclasts – that while Kevin was liberal, he wasn’t interested in playing to the party line and while Glenn was libertarian-conservative, he was equally disinterested in playing for one team or the other. Each of them, it seemed to me (and I ought to go do some kind of analysis of posts but don’t have time), spend a nontrivial amount of their time poking at the stupidities of their own sides.

I felt like there was the germ of a Third Path kind of movement here, a chance to create a Party of the Sensible. We might disagree about certain aspects of policy, but we’d agree that it ought to be reality-based, instead of living within the soap-opera world that constitutes political life in America today.

But going back over the last few week’s posts, it just seems to me like each has joined the chorus of people saying “hooray for our side”; maybe it’s just l’affaire Plame, but it just reads like Kevin is out to nail the Bush team and Glenn is out to defend them – and all of the lesser issues they talk about start to fall into place according to that force field.

Maybe this is who Glenn and Kevin have always been.

Maybe it’s an unavoidable consequence of being taken seriously, as I think both Kevin and Glenn are.

Maybe it’s all in my head.

But if you share my belief that the biggest threat to the Republic is the crystallization of our politics into something too inflexible to deal with the problems we’re facing today and will be facing in my son’s time, it’s hard to look at this without worry.

SkyBox Davis

Update:

My post on Jill Stewart’s response to John Carroll is here.

My post reviewing the L.A. Times’ columnists is here.

Original Post:

When I did the post below, I couldn’t find the Jill Stewart article referenced due to the corrupt, anticompetitive buyout of the New Times LA by the LA Weekly/Village Voice chain. But Sebastien, of the Sadly, No! blog came to the rescue with an electronic copy.

I’ll apologize in advance for whatever copyright violation I may be committing, but my lawyer is out of town until next week and so I’ll just go on ahead and offer the column up.

I think that this is a story that needs to be told to allow undecided voters, like myself, to balance the news that Arnold acts like a boob and grabs asses. It appears that Gray kicks them.

From the November 27, 1997 issue of New Times LA, a column on Gray Davis by Jill Stewart.

Closet Wacko Vs. Mega-Fibber

Jill Stewart

I have this file, labeled Gray Davis, that for the last few years I’ve been stuffing with all the bizarre little tales that are quietly shared among journalists and political insiders about the man who, though probably viewed as a blandly pleasant talking head by most Californians, is in fact one of the strangest ducks ever elected to statewide office.

Long protected by editors at the Los Angeles Times–who have nixed every story Times reporters have ever tried to develop about Davis’s storied history of physical violence, unhinged hysteria and gross profanity–the baby-faced, dual personality Davis has been allowed to hold high public office with impunity.

Perhaps you are among the millions never told of Lieutenant Governor Davis’s widely known–but long unreported–penchant for physically attacking members of his own staff. His violent tantrums have occurred throughout his career, from his days as Chief of Staff for Jerry Brown to his long stint as State Controller to his current job.

Davis’s hurling of phones and ashtrays at quaking government employees and his numerous incidents of personally shoving and shaking horrified workers–usually while screaming the f-word “with more venom than Nixon” as one former staffer recently reminded me–bespeak a man who cannot be trust with power. Since his attacks on subservients are not exactly “domestic violence,” they suggest to me the need for new lexicon that is sufficiently Dilbertesque. I would therefore like to suggest “office batterer” for consideration as you observe Davis in his race for governor.

The most disturbing aspect of Davis’s troubled side is the ease with which the power elite in California, many of whom know he is unbalanced, laugh off the long public deception that has created Davis’s public persona. “He’ll never be governor,” one well-known Democratic state senator explained to me last year, justifying his own failure to criticize or out Davis. “He’ll never be the Democratic nominee,” the senator insisted.

And that’s certainly how things stood, in my own mind, until Davis announced his intention to run for governor. It quickly became apparent that Davis’s only Democratic “competition” would be Al Checchi, a guy who squeezed $50 million out of a lot of little people ten years ago in his sudden vault from silver-spooned graduate of Harvard Business School to Texas mega-multimillionaire during the reorganization of Disney. The Disney deal made Checchi an instant player who immediately began dreaming of becoming a senator–or was it governor?–of Texas.

So self-absorbed in building his millions is Checchi that, although he has lived in Beverly Hills with his family for much of this decade–when he wasn’t decamped to his mansion on Lake Harriot in Minneapolis during his takeover of Northwest Airlines–most of my friends still think Checchi comes from somewhere in Northern California. They can be forgiven their ignorance, because throughout the civic debates that have embroiled Los Angeles, Checchi has been a cipher. He is a leading champion of no causes, has established no meaningful charities, has left no laudable trace. He’s the 312th richest man in America, and nobody can even pronounce his name.

So it was with alarm that I read the very similar speeches given by these two men as they both offered plans to reform the dismal academics in California’s public schools, a scandal that many observers believe will be the hot issue in the governor’s race.

In his speech to the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco last week, Checchi at least had the nerve to identify teacher incompetence and lack of teacher testing as a key problem. Davis, who has long slept with the power anti-reform teacher’s unions in Los Angeles and other cities, could not bring himself to utter such a blasphemy. In his only major divergence from Checchi, in a speech to Town Hall of Los Angeles in September, Davis largely blamed parents.

Observing this pair of oddballs, the notion struck me: Isn’t it a fatal flaw of the Republicans, not the Democrats, to promote candidates for top office who have no right to lead a civil society? How can it be that the Democrats suddenly suffer Dan Quayle Disease, after their years of carping about the Republicans’ penchant for nominating louts and fools? More specifically, why on earth is the California Democratic Party allowing such sour milk to rise to the top, when California so desperately needs great men and women in charge?

One cannot get a straight answer to these questions via official channels, such as the Party itself. But one can at least delve into the true nature of the life and times of the disturbing Davis and, as his detractors predictably dub him, of checkbook Checchi.

Most crucial of all is the fact that both Davis and Checchi have based their considerable career successes on the perpetuation of carefully crafted whoppers.

“I guess Gray’s biggest lie,” says his former staffer who notes he often flies into a rage, “is pretending that he operates within the bounds of normalcy, which is not true. This is not a normal person. I will never forget the day he physically attacked me, because even though I knew he had done it before to many others, you always want to assume that Gray would never do it to you or that he has finally gotten help.”

On the day in question, in the mid-1990s, the staffer was explaining to Davis that his perpetual quest for an ever-larger campaign chest (an obsession she says led Davis to routinely break fundraising laws by using his government office resources and non-political employees to arrange fundraisers and identify new sources of money) had run into a snafu. A major funding source had dried up. Recalls the former staffer: “He just went into one of his rants of, ‘Fuck the fucking fuck, fuck, fuck!'” I can still hear his screams ringing in my ears. When I stood up to insist that he not talk to me that way, he grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me until my teeth rattled. I was so stunned I said, ‘Good God, Gray! Stop and look at what you are doing! Think what you are doing to me!’ And he just could not stop.”

Perhaps the worst incident–long known to Davis-adoring editors of the Los Angeles Times but never published by them–was Davis’s attack four years ago on a loyal aide in Los Angeles who for years acted as chief apologist for his “incidents.”

The woman refuses to discuss the assault on her with the media, but has relayed much of the story to me through a close friend. On the day in question, State Controller Davis was raging over an employee’s rearranging of framed artwork on his Los Angeles office walls. He stormed, red-faced, out of his office and violently shoved the woman, who we shall call K., out of his way. According to employees who were present, K. ran out clutching her purse, suffered an emotional breakdown, was briefly hospitalized at Cedars Sinai for a severe nervous dermatological reaction, and never returned to work again.

According to one close friend, K. refused to sue Davis, despite the advice of several friends, after a prominent Los Angeles attorney told her that Davis would ruin her. According to one state official. K. was allowed to continue her work under Davis from her home “because she refused to work in Davis’s presence.”

(Checchi’s campaign should get a copy of the tape recording Davis left on K.’s home telephone, in which he offers no apology to K. but simply requests that she return to work, saying, “You know how I am.”

Well, we do now Gray.

Of course, the problem is that Davis’s only serious Democratic opponent, Checchi–though not missing obvious nuts or bolts like Davis–has also built his entire public life on a disturbing fabrication which throws into severe doubt his ability and worthiness to run California state government.

As a San Jose Mercury News writer and a New Times writer showed in recent exposes of Checchi’s history at Northwest Airlines, Checchi’s claims that he “saved” Northwest in a dramatic takeover in 1989, and that he deserves to be governor of California because he is a turnaround genius, are not supported by the facts.

Northwest was not, in fact, a troubled airline when Checchi–using inside information from his best college buddy who sat on Northwest’s board of directors–dreamed up a plan for buying up Northwest stock with other investor’s money and forcing Northwest into a position of selling the company to Checchi and pals. In fact, the company spiraled into trouble and near-bankruptcy under Checchi, requiring both major union concessions in 1993 and a huge government bail-out in 1992.

Yet Checci openly chortles about how he risked less than $10 million of his own money on the original $3.65 billion takeover deal, which has today made him a very rich man.
He is very, very proud and has every reason to be,” insists Darry Sragow, Checchi’s campaign manager.

With two men running for governor who are so willing to gloss over their questionable histories, the unsettling tradition of “opposition research” may play a more critical role than ever in the history of this race. (Op Research, if you’re not a cynic in the know, is the practice of hiring political assassins to dig up dirt. The damaging info is: A) widely broadcast or B) dangled in private before the offending candidate as a way to silence that candidate on a major issue on which they have been personally compromised.

Garry South, the talented campaign manager hired by Davis, has hired op research whiz Ace Smith (I’m not kidding about that name) who operates his assassin outfit from the Bay Area. Darry Sragow, the inspired campaign manager hired by Checchi, has hired the Berkeley and Houston firm of Rice and Veroga.

I asked both camp if they intend to go after the really Big Lies both men are relying upon: Gray as the mild-mannered man of decency, Checchi as the savvy savior of troubled institutions.

Says Elena Stern, an official with Checchi’s campaign: “Al is adamant about not running a negative campaign, so he will only offer comparisons, not attacks.” One “comparison” Stern pointed out is that Davis’ camp recently planted a hit story against Checchi in the San Francisco Chronicle claiming that Checchi is facing a discrimination lawsuit by a fired worker. The fine print, however, is that the suit was thrown out by the 9th Circuit three years ago, and it arguably has little remaining merit. Says Stern, “By comparison, Gray Davis has actually lost a race discrimination lawsuit” filed against him by a former female employee.

But is the Checchi camp going to unveil to voters Davis’s history of violent “incidents” and hysterical fits? Stern wouldn’t say, and Sragow said he “questions whether they way a candidate acts in private has anything legitimate to do with the campaign. So I don’t think you’ll be hearing from us about whatever violence is alleged amongst Gray’s staff or others.”

By contrast, South, who admits that Ace Smith has been digging up dirty for Davis’s use “for nearly a year” seems far more prepared to discuss the lie holding up the house that Checchi built.

“Until he fucked up Northwest Airlines, Checchi had visions of sugar plums about running for office in Minnesota, and there were numerous local news reports about that in ’89, ’90 and ’91, and about Checchi even meeting with political consultants,” says South. “He denies it now because he needs to look like a loyal longtime resident of California, but we think voters want to know that his interest in California is recent indeed.”

The ploy of trying to cover up one’s sudden self-serving interest in California did not work for another carpetbagging multimillionaire, Michael Huffington, and it is likely to backfire on Checchi as well. For example, California voters will be disturbed to know that shortly after the employees bailed out Northwest and the government spent nearly $1 billion saving the airline, Checchi sold his Minneapolis mansion in 1994, abandoned all thought of running for office there, and escaped back to Beverly Hills. Once back, he barely took a breath before hiring consultants to explore running for California governor.

These two dreary choices for governor leave me hoping that DiFi will jump into the race. Feinstein’s hatred for Gray Davis is well-known, and a source close to her confirmed to me last week that “She is still weight a late entry”–in part because she can’t imagine a worse fiasco than Governor Gray. And there’s a solid chance that the Republican gubernatorial candidate, Attorney General Dan Lungren, can beat the tainted Democrats at the polls next year. But, unfortunately, Lungren is as free of meaningful ideas as Kathleen Brown, who ran for governor in 1994, and voters may reject Lungren as swiftly as they did Brown.

So my question is simple: how did we get stuck in the position of hoping that the job of governor of California, one of the most august positions of power in the Western world, is not won by a mega-fibber or a closet wacko. The Democratic Party likes to wheeze on about how it has all the answers. I’d love to hear them explain this one.

(edited to correct date of column)

The Art of the Knife

This week, we get to sit back and watch several political knife fights; one in Washington, and one here in Los Angeles. One is, obviously, the issues around Novak’s column outing Valerie Plame, and the other is the L.A. Times’ Kaus-predicted hit piece on Arnold.

It happens that my nominal team, the Democrats, are behind both; but there’s a long and equally despicable history of equally bloodthirsty work by the other side.

Here’s the issue.

As many have noted, politics has become a team sport; what we – as ‘consumers’ – get is message after message in which each side probes, searching for a weakness, some vulnerability, some message that will get traction in the media and with the public, and when it finds it, tries to get the knife in.

That’s politics. It’s supposed to be partisan, and my own (and others’) protestations that it ought to be better aside, it probably hasn’t been for a long time.

But…

[UPDATE: Susan Estrich, a professor of law and politics at USC, has an op-ed (buried below the fold) in today’s L.A. Times (intrusive registration etc., use ‘laexaminer’/’laexaminer’) that makes my point far more eloquently than I did:

What this story accomplishes is less an attack on Schwarzenegger than a smear on the press. It reaffirms everything that’s wrong with the political process. Anonymous charges from years ago made in the closing days of a campaign undermine fair politics.

Facing these charges, a candidate has two choices. If he denies them, the story keeps building and overshadows everything else he does. Schwarzenegger’s bold apology is a gamble to make the story go away. It may or may not work.

But here’s my prediction, as a Californian: It’s too late for the Los Angeles Times’ charges to have much impact. People have made up their minds. This attack, coming as late as it does, from a newspaper that has been acting more like a cheerleader for Gray Davis than an objective source of information, will be dismissed by most people as more Davis-like dirty politics. Is this the worst they could come up with? Ho-hum. After what we’ve been through?

Read the whole thing. Back to the article…]

There’s a significant cost to doing politics this way. At some point, it becomes harder and harder to find any vegetables or fresh meat on the counter with all the junk food.

And, as people’s reactions to Tom McClintock (the conservative but knowledgeable candidate for CA governor who many felt made the most impressive showing in the debate) show, there’s a hunger for substance that just isn’t being met. many of the knowledgeable people I know say that McClintock is running above the levels his core ideology (faaar right) ought to support, because in large part he’s seen as the substantive candidate.

Right now, it’s my feeling that both the White House and the media – at least in the form of the L.A. Times – stand to lose more than they gain from their obvious partisan stances here.

For the Times, it’s an easy call. Arnold has doubtless been a letch on his movie sets and off for most of his career; that’s a legitimate issue to use in weighing his character. But Gray Davis has also got a personal history; one of verbally physically abusing staff and those who deal with him who get on the wrong side of his control-freak’s temper. Sadly, I can’t find the original article online any more, but it’s quoted in this Opinion Journal piece:

A 1997 profile by the liberal columnist Jill Stewart of the weekly New Times Los Angeles recounted several instances of Mr. Davis “hurling phones and ashtrays at quaking government employees.” She concluded that “his incidents of personally shoving and shaking horrified workers” marked him as “a man who cannot be trusted with power.”

A good paper of record – one that took it’s responsibilities seriously – would have laid out both issues, talked about what each means in the context of governance, and trusted us – the public – to use that information to make up our minds.

But we’re talking about the L.A. Times. And in taking this kind of blatantly partisan stance, it continues to weaken it’s role as a reliable source for information.

For the White House, it ought to be easy as well. Bush’s core political strength is our belief in his commitment to a strong defense. His personal strength is based on his ability to present himself as candid, even blunt.

Here’s a case where he’d have been well served – he’d still be well served – to get in front of the issue, mount a convincing internal investigation, and share the results with the public. It wouldn’t be hard; everything in the White House is logged.

Now I don’t know – and few people do – if what was done was a crime or simply sleazy. A lot depends on Plame’s exact status, and as of today, I haven’t seen a clear report on it. Even if it was just sleaze, it’s sleaze in the one area where Bush can’t afford to look like he’s partisan at the expense of commanding, and in an area where his appearance of partisan hackery rather than aggressive leadership in fact weakens us all by weakening the Office of the Presidency.

The Rabbit Can Write

First, read this.

Then read this.

If your eyes are dry, go sign up now for a heart transplant.

And if you wonder why the cops you know are so emotionally scarred, realize that it’s one of them who would have gone in five weeks later when someone complained about the smell.