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    Barack Obama, The Apology


            THE APOLOGIST?

     

    The Apology, by Plato was my favorite read as a freshman in college.

    After reading this short bio, I cried. No kidding.

    The fellow who was the subject of this dissertation, died in 399BC. And yet I cried at his demise.

    The Apology carried with it not one instance of apology in the current sense of the word, in my mind anyway!

    Definition of APOLOGY

    1

    a : a formal justification : defense b : excuse 2a

    2

    : an admission of error or discourtesy accompanied by an expression of regret <a public apology>

    3

    : a poor substitute : makeshift

    Of course, how do you wish to define the term, apology and which definition would you choose?

    I always think of an apology as the act of someone who has done wrong; somehow the actor is found owning up to the sin.

    I just never read The Apology as having Socrates apologize for anything!

    Now, Plato who loved Socrates in the Platonic sense of course, might have been referring to his own apology for not saving Socrates—in the sense of the Biblical story of St. Peter or some other like character.

    I never figured it out!

    But here is my apology for President Obama!

    The very pillars supporting our society’s magnificent economic, cultural and political structures are being assaulted on the State and Federal levels. Employment opportunities, educational opportunities, advancement opportunities in our markets, medical care opportunities, and even our basic infrastructures are being assaulted by this newest of neo-conservative movements.

    Foreign wars are strangling us as a nation.

    Fear of ‘terrorist activities’ originating both outside and inside our country are strangling us as a nation.

    Religious factionalism and religious fanaticism are strangling us as a nation.

    Corporate propaganda as well as corporate entitlements are strangling us as a nation.

    Of course, I am not claiming that the End of Days is upon us. I have been warned of the coming Armageddon for six decades and I am no longer a believer.

    Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

    But I have seen the creation of a caste system in this country that is becoming more and more rigid as time goes on and I become despondent.

    It is this last avatar that interests Joseph Lelyveld most. “Great Soul” concentrates on what he calls Gandhi’s “evolving sense of his constituency and social vision,” and his subsequent struggle to impose that vision on an India at once “worshipful and obdurate.” Lelyveld is especially qualified to write about Gandhi’s career on both sides of the Indian Ocean: he covered South Africa for The New York Times (winning a Pulitzer Prize in 1986 for his book about apartheid, “Move Your Shadow”), and spent several years in the late 1960s reporting from India. He brings to his subject a reporter’s healthy skepticism and an old India hand’s stubborn fascination with the subcontinent and its people.

    Sometimes, Gandhi said Indian freedom would never come until untouchability was expunged; sometimes he argued that untouchability could be eliminated only after independence was won. He was unapologetic about that kind of inconsistency. “I can’t devote myself entirely to untouchability and say, ‘Neglect Hindu-Muslim unity or swaraj,’ ” he told a friend. “All these things run into one another and are interdependent. You will find at one time in my life an emphasis on one thing, at another time on [an]other. But that is just like a pianist, now emphasizing one note and now [an]other.” It was also like the politician he said he was, always careful to balance the demands of one group of constituents against those of another. ..http://www.nytimes.com

    So Gandhi had three major goals and hundreds of minor goals.

    He wished to end British occupation of his country.

    He wished peace among the several religious factions in his country.

    He wished to end the Indian caste system.

    The Brits might have represented a few hundred years of rule.

    But religion and caste represented issues present in India for thousands of years.

    The Mahatma believed that he had left India in the 1890’s as a member of a higher Indian Caste; as an attorney; and as a full citizen of the British Empire at the age of 23.

    Twenty years later he arrived at his home with an entirely different ethos.

    Twenty years of schoolin and they put you on the day shift. Another twenty years of real world study and you might become a giant.

    Gandhi learned realities with which he had not been aware; he learned how to organize a community; he learned the sins of the individual factions within his own Indian Community in South Africa. It was as if he had been studying to be the greatest living Indian.

    I was just struck by the amount of time involved in his schooling as well as the time involved in his struggle for his nation when I first studied writings about this man.

    I am writing this piece because I was struck by the piano metaphor.

    All things cannot be accomplished at once!

    More than 70 years following the Mahatma’s death, the Brits do not control India.

    But Gandhi could not stop the creation of Pakistan.

    And religious tension and caste consciousness still rules the day on the subcontinent as the article points out.

    India has a strong middle class though and the ‘flat world’ has been the source of many economic developments in that land.

    I wonder also if the international corporation has taken the place of the Brits after all of these decades in ruling India, just as that model has done here.

    The only point to be made here concerns leadership.

    All things cannot be accomplished at once.

    I lose confidence in our Democratic system, let alone my Democratic Party.  How our bicameral Congress ever accomplishes anything is beyond me!

    I also lose confidence in my President from time to time.

    But I think Barack Obama is doing the best anyone could under the circumstances.

    He may even be seen as a great leader a decade from now.

    I mean George W. Bush sure made Bill Clinton look a lot better!

    Here is a rather good apology for Barack Obama’s first two years in office.

    http://www.brookings.edu/papers/2010/1104_obama_galston.aspx

    Here are nice lists of his Administration's accomplishments:

    http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20101224232422AAtzCqe

    http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20101224232422AAtzCqe

    A true leader must work on a number of issues; a number of projects. But that is just like a pianist, now emphasizing one note and now [an]other.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxEPV4kolz0

     

    Comments

    My vague recollection of Plato's Apology was that Socrates was a bit of a dick, Dick.

    The Athenian trials were two-step procedures. You had the debate leading up to the verdict, and then after the verdict - guilty or innocent - you had another debate leading up to the sentencing. And the jury then only had a binary decision: they could then decide either in favor of the punishment proposed by the prosecutor or alternatively in favor of the punishment proposed by the defendant. So the prosecutor would usually argue for, and propose, something quite harsh - like death - forcing the defendant to propose something reasonably unpleasant like a stiff prison sentence to avoid the aforementioned death.

    So in Socrates case, after the initial guilty verdict, the prosecutor Meletus duly proposes a penalty of "death", and what does Socrates do? He said that he should be sentenced to ... free meals at the Prytaneum, which I always presumed was some fancy Greek restaurant. Now that put the jury in a kind of bind, right? They only have a choice between condemning him to, as LarryH would say, death or cake. So obviously they kinda had to take death. Socrates mighta coulda been a wee bit more reasonable, no?

    Well now you have me reading the Apology again just to make sure I had my story straight, and it isn't quite. Socrates' initial proposal is the free meals at the Prytaneum, but then realizing that probably won't wash, he says his kind rich young friends Plato and co. have offered to pony up 30 mina (which was like 7 years income for an average day-laborer) for their teacher Socrates, and he would hence be willing to have his said friends pay a nice fat fine to that effect.

    But that is no punishment for Socrates. And it's a kind of sick twisted proposition given that he's being accused of corrupting the young, the very young who he's gotten to pay his fine for him.

    That's like Scooter Libby getting some GOP lobbyists to pay off his fines and fees, right? And beyond all that, in the background to Socrates' trial lay his support for, and mentoring role for, the bratpack of 30 tyrants that had brutally taken over Athens at the end of the Peloponnesian war, executing and exiling thousands with the support of a Spartan garrison. Not a nice bunch. So, yeah, he didn't exactly get off easily, but lets not shed a tear for the guy who thought that for his services he deserved cake.

    Um, this was going to lead to something about Obama not exactly deserving cake either, and some eloquent ruminations about the difficulty of binary decisions in democracies, but I've been blathering on too long. So...

    Down with Socrates!


    Damn, now I want some cake ...


    Yeah I.F. Stone wrote his own book on this curmudgeon. hahahah

    He hated him. hahhahahahh

    http://www.amazon.com/Trial-Socrates-I-F-Stone/dp/0385260326

    Which brings up a good question.

    Why do not we try asshats who never seem to shut up?


    You're referring to Obey, I presume?


    Oy. You're just pissed 'cos no one's been offering you any cake.

    Or sandwiches.


    Or death.


    Or Soma, Valium, free ciggies or Viagra.  Or hemlock, reefer or white oleander.


    Hemlock should be used judiciously and of course you should seek a consult from your doctor prior to imbibing the substance.

    You may experience anal drips, rashes on the naughty bits, migraine buttaches, severe drooling and in a very few cases--mostly for Greeks--death....


    Well now, Dick.  The thing is that you might want to buy one of those 'one week vitamin dispensers'; you know, the little row of plastic squares with lids.  Then you fill them: M-S.  Stick a week;s worth of shit into the little boxes.  Start on Monday, and follow this order: 

    Nicorette, or another concentrated tobacco product; Viagra; Prozac; Valium; THC tablets; Hemlock; white oleander.

    You try these fixes a week at a time, and if they fail, proceed to the next one: The weeks in order:

    Tobacco might sooth the savage beast;  viagra might get you laid; prozac might get you feeling more optimistic; valium will make you forget how fucked up you feel from moment to moment (it's an amnesiac); pot pills make you hungry aAND optimistic -- but watch for paranoia.  So we get to the hemlock, which as you say can mess you up, make you disgusting even to your ownself, without killing you.  So: if that's the case, take out the White Oleander, steep it in boiled water, put in drinks, AND KILL THE OTHER ASSHOLES!

    The end.

    (except for: that will be $3.99; please pay the cashier before leaving.)


    viagra might get you laid

    Sorry, but I don't think Viagra "gets you laid" as such. It might help you, say, in the course of the aforementioned laying, but it won't in and of itself get you there. For that you might have to opt for, say, a fancy car with those spinning rim thingamajigs, or smoooooking guitar skillzz, or a tastefully trimmed-yet-still-a-wee-bit-hairy chest. (Just don't want to get Dick's hopes up and all...)


    Well, point taken.  But how do you fit those things in the little box?  Shall I amend it with 'tiny pheromone squeeze-gels'?  (no pleasin some peeps, cripes, just...grumble...havin sum fum wid dick and all ...grumble...feh...cripes,...oughtta stay the hell offline...bunch of crabby farts...grumble...oughtta go watch vanna white...)


    Frankly, as long as it is okay to call you Frankly, it relates to those four hour elections....

    Now it should not take anyone that long to vote....I mean assuming you keep up on the current data available on the internet and such...

    the end

     


    Previously, I never had much time for Socrates. But I'd never really taken the time to research him. You know, give him a fair shake.

    And then you went and put that Billy Joel video up on a blog about Socrates.

    So I thought I should just tell you Dick, that there is now, NO FUCKING CHANCE IN HELL, EVER, THAT I WILL SUPPORT THAT PRICK SOCRATES. FUCK HIM, FUCK HIS FAMILY, AND FUCK THE CAR BILLY JOEL JUST DRUNKENLY DROVE THROUGH SOMEBODY'S WINDOW.

    The End.


    Yeah but Billy had this really really cute wife which just goes to show that ugly guys who know how to play the piano get all the fucking breaks!


    You mean now I have to learn to play the piano ???? ARG !!!!!