<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220</id><updated>2012-01-20T10:20:49.028-05:00</updated><category term='TIME'/><category term='SPACE'/><category term='CULTURE'/><category term='POLITICS'/><category term='JEWISH'/><category term='MILITARY'/><category term='RELIGION'/><category term='CORPORATE'/><category term='EXISTENTIALISM'/><title type='text'>SAM SMITH'S ESSAYS</title><subtitle type='html'>An archives of articles by Sam Smith, editor of the Progressive Review. More can be found at prorevflotsam.blogspot.com/ including an index by topic.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4693032474805413090</id><published>2011-11-07T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:32:41.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are Republicans acting so crazy</title><summary type='text'>  Sam Smith
March 2011

Not every change in national policy and events is announced with a new conference or presidential speech.

A case in point is the rapid rise of apparent mental instability in the  Republican Party. You used to just disagree with Republicans; now you  have to worry whether your children will be safe in their proximity. 

Historians may peg 2008 - with Sarah Palin chosen to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4693032474805413090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4693032474805413090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-are-republicans-acting-so-crazy.html' title='Why are Republicans acting so crazy'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1120437317571480114</id><published>2011-10-19T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:11:11.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preppies at the gate</title><summary type='text'>ALTHOUGH DANA MILBANK has done some good reporting from the White House he continues to display a curious anti-Nader fetish, most recently making fun of Nader selling books on his website. Given that Nader, David Cobb of the Greens, and Michael Badnarik of the Libertarians were clearly the three most decent human beings in the race who got any notice, the question arises: why does Milbank so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1120437317571480114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1120437317571480114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/10/preppies-at-gate.html' title='Preppies at the gate'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1788938337825846082</id><published>2011-10-19T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T21:07:07.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the west side of the Capitol</title><summary type='text'>
 2005 - YOUR editor enjoyed lunch today with his wife at Jimmy T's five blocks down East Capitol Street from where George Bush and his capos were being given four more years to do damage to their country, its constitution, its culture, and its environment -- not to mention further mischief to the rest of the world. The inauguration was taking place on the opposite side of the Capitol and there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1788938337825846082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1788938337825846082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-west-side-of-capitol.html' title='On the west side of the Capitol'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8466612706412435193</id><published>2011-10-03T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:16:34.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Christian right forgets about the Bible</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith

[This appeared in the Progressive Review during the Reagan administration. Not much has changed.] 

Our text for today is found in the eighth chapter of 1 Samuel. When Samuel got old he appointed his sons as judges over Israel. As so often occurs with nepotism this didn't work out: the offspring taking dishonest gain and bribes and perverting justice. So the elders of Israel paid a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8466612706412435193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8466612706412435193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-christian-right-forgets-about.html' title='What the Christian right forgets about the Bible'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7445477329111273834</id><published>2011-09-21T18:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T18:41:27.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Martin Luther King Day, Bull Connor years</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith
2006

I would like to celebrate Martin Luther King Day but I can't get Bull Connor out of my mind. I look for reminders of Martin Luther King but they are either old and weary or in lonely, small places. Reminders of Bull Connor are all around us. 

The spirit of Bull Connor can be found in our foreign policy, in our police methods, in our treatment of the weak and the poor, in our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7445477329111273834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7445477329111273834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/martin-luther-king-day-bull-connor.html' title='Martin Luther King Day, Bull Connor years'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1655355185364117493</id><published>2011-09-21T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T18:37:28.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Review and blogging</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith
2007

THE WALL STREET JOURNAL'S claim that this is the tenth anniversary of the blog - as well as some of the critical reaction to the story - led us to our archives to find what we could about our role in this tale. 

We've tried to avoid the word blog - preferring to call ourselves an online journal - but the phrase has a ubiquity one can't duck. 

The Wall Street Journal claimed, "We</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1655355185364117493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1655355185364117493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/review-and-blogging.html' title='The Review and blogging'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4486999621126818536</id><published>2011-09-20T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:20:37.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last call</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith
2009

One of the things you learn early as a writer is that the hardest parts of a story are the beginning and the end. The beginning of my story as a Washington journalist was over 50 years ago; the middle has encompassed all or part of one quarter of America's presidencies, and the end will come sometime this year. 

I will continue to edit the national edition of the Progressive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4486999621126818536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4486999621126818536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-call.html' title='Last call'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3426946288416330418</id><published>2011-09-20T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:16:19.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of politics</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith

As I tried, for about the seventeenth time, to make sense of the healthcare negotiations, I suddenly realized that I wasn't watching a political debate at all; rather it was one of those conflicts you read about in other countries that are so hard to understand from afar - the sort in which militant and/or religious sects with hard to remember names and unpronounceable leaders engage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3426946288416330418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3426946288416330418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/end-of-politics.html' title='The end of politics'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4861768065452697983</id><published>2011-09-20T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T15:13:48.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When the top caves in</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith 

What corporate America wanted was nothing less than the Third Worlding of the US, a collapse of both present reality and future expectations. The closer the life and wages of our citizens could come to those of less developed nations, the happier the huge stateless multinationals would be. Then, as they said in the boardrooms and at the White House, the global playing field would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4861768065452697983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4861768065452697983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/when-top-caves-in.html' title='When the top caves in'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-6788375918583135247</id><published>2011-09-19T13:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T13:09:57.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if Democrats acted like Democrats?</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith
1982
 
Over the past 60 years only two Democratic presidential candidates have gotten over 50% of the vote: LBJ in 1964 and Jimmy Carter in 1976. For nearly a quarter of a century, beginning with the election of Reagan, the Democratic Party has tried to reinvent itself as a party of the modified right. The effort has been a disaster; all its candidates have gotten less than half of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6788375918583135247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6788375918583135247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-if-democrats-acted-like-democrats.html' title='What if Democrats acted like Democrats?'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-484859506589078121</id><published>2011-08-28T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:38:53.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where bad education really comes from</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith
2009

Even  liberals and Democratic presidents are placing an inordinate amount of  blame on teachers for the state of public education, adopting the  classic right wing practice of attributing the faults of a system to its  weakest elements, in this case teachers and students This distracts  from such issues as who is responsible for running schools, who designs  the curriculum, who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/484859506589078121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/484859506589078121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/08/where-bad-education-really-comes-from.html' title='Where bad education really comes from'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-969981753423077417</id><published>2011-08-19T22:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:35:29.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington's black timeline</title><summary type='text'>   80 YEARS OF PHOTOGRAPHS OF A STRIVING BLACK COMMUNITY 

There are a number of things that make the story of black Washington different. Among them: 

- Washington has always been a colony. Thus even if the city's blacks would become equal to other DC residents, they would still not be equal to other Americans. Further, at a number of critical moments in DC history - such as during the Shepherd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/969981753423077417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/969981753423077417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/08/8-0-years-of-photographs-of-striving.html' title='Washington&apos;s black timeline'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-5244677605120589751</id><published>2011-08-16T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T15:21:07.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a religious test for high office and here it is</title><summary type='text'>
Sam Smith

From an earlier campaign 


We are once again being treated to that remarkably  self-serving and hypocritical myth that there should be no religious  test for high office. For one thing, it's a lie: if you aren't  religious, you don't get high office. For another thing, if you are  religious, you spend a good deal of your campaign convincing some voters  just how faithful you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5244677605120589751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5244677605120589751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/08/there-is-religious-test-for-high-office.html' title='There is a religious test for high office and here it is'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2911914988827450056</id><published>2011-07-23T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:24:49.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arkansas Connections</title><summary type='text'> 
A CHART THAT APPEARED IN THE PROGRESSIVE REVIEW, MAY 1992  The media tried to turn the Clinton story into Camelot II. 
Just the truth would have made life easier for all of us. And a much better tale as well.  Sam Smith COPYRIGHT 1998 THE PROGRESSIVE REVIEW
 Updated January 2001 and periodically thereafter 
1950s 

When Bill Clinton is 7, his family moves from Hope, Arkansas, to the long-time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2911914988827450056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2911914988827450056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/07/arkansas-connections.html' title='Arkansas Connections'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2106240191309267581</id><published>2011-07-10T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T13:33:02.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clinton myth</title><summary type='text'> Sam Smith

Filling some of the vast voids at the 2004 Democratic convention were repeated media references to Bill Clinton as the true savior of the Democratic Party. This myth has been one of the most destructive forces within the party. Here are some of the facts:

Bill Clinton got 43.9% of the vote in 1992, while Michael Dukakis - the victim of another myth as the purportedly worst possible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2106240191309267581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2106240191309267581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/07/clinton-myth.html' title='The Clinton myth'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4026495316033712735</id><published>2011-07-07T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:11:40.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton &amp; the Media</title><summary type='text'>An excerpt from 'Shadows of Hope: A Freethinker's Guide to  Politics in the Time of Clinton" by Sam Smith. (Indiana University  Press, 1994) 

Sam Smith

The  nature of politics has been affected by the decline of descriptive  journalism in the wake of Watergate and by television's rise. Real  reporters now prefer smoking guns -- stories that offer the potential of  major victory or defeat, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4026495316033712735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4026495316033712735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/07/clinton-media.html' title='Clinton &amp; the Media'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-444451104348800223</id><published>2011-06-28T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:42:18.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of pink suits, golf balls &amp; civil liberties</title><summary type='text'>SAM SMITH
From a talk given at an upper school assembly 
at Maret School, Washington, DC, September 2006 

In my son Ben's senior year at Maret, he and a couple of friends visited a used clothing shop where one of them - Chris Friendly - found a pink suit and a pink fedora that he wore for his graduation. Chris and Ben were also featured with two buddies in odd poses in the Maret yearbook in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/444451104348800223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/444451104348800223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/of-pink-suits-golf-balls-civil.html' title='Of pink suits, golf balls &amp; civil liberties'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2569433673869118838</id><published>2011-06-25T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:50:32.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America's extremist center</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith 
1995
Washington has become a city of barricades, a place where agents on rooftops scan the sky for missiles, and where metal detectors are turned so high they can find a nail in your shoe. It is a city of clearances, closed doors, need to know, a city that believes even Alice Rivlin should take a drug test. 

Washington is a town that will host an August conference on "Special Tactics </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2569433673869118838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2569433673869118838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/americas-extremist-center.html' title='America&apos;s extremist center'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4238645881424436166</id><published>2011-06-22T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:39:47.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did all the cool preachers go?</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith
2006


The death of the activist minister, William Sloane  Coffin, propels a troubling question to the front of my mind: where have  all the cool preachers gone? 

It may seem an odd query  for a Seventh Day Agnostic but I have always tried to separate cause  and character and have enjoyed a happy if inconsistent relationship with  those of the cloth. Besides, we are all members of what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4238645881424436166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4238645881424436166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/where-did-all-cool-preachers-go.html' title='Where did all the cool preachers go?'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7630064861727168370</id><published>2011-06-20T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:56:59.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Drain: the hazards of grad school politics</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith

Back when JFK was getting ready to invade Cuba, the New Republic got wind of the CIA's training of Cuban exiles. 

Harvard professor Arthur Schlesinger was shown an advance copy of the article, which he promptly passed to Kennedy, who in turn asked (successfully) that TNR not print it. The New York Times also withheld a story on the pending invasion, which Schlesinger would later </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7630064861727168370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7630064861727168370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/brain-drain-hazards-of-grad-school.html' title='Brain Drain: the hazards of grad school politics'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2533776646822224864</id><published>2011-06-19T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:26:48.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flogging the blogs won't clear the fog</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith 
2004

One major differences between journalism today and when your editor started out 47 years ago is that there wasn't as much bragging, pomposity, hypocritical self-analysis and professional narcissism back then. Reporters, in fact, were among those most skeptical of their trade and the public readily endorsed their judgment. HL Mencken put it this way: "The average newspaper, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2533776646822224864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2533776646822224864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/flogging-blogs-wont-clear-fog.html' title='Flogging the blogs won&apos;t clear the fog'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7599770798040283287</id><published>2011-06-13T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:34:35.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All War all the time</title><summary type='text'> Sam Smith

As it tries to recover from the most expensive     failure in American military history, the Pentagon has its eyes     on an easier target. The beauty of this adversary is that it     is not from an indecipherable culture, it doesn't speak a strange     language and it doesn't scatter IEDs in the path of Hummers.     In fact, it's not even armed and its headquarters, far from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7599770798040283287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7599770798040283287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-war-all-time.html' title='All War all the time'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7048889800761874525</id><published>2011-05-14T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:41:46.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marion Barry: Some notes</title><summary type='text'>Marion Barry and me 

SAM SMITH - Marion Barry and I split over a quarter century ago. I can't remember the exact issue, but it was one time too many that Marion had promised one thing and then done another. 

I first met Marion in 1966. We were both in our 20s and he was looking for a white guy who would handle the press. He had just organized the largest local protest movement in the city's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7048889800761874525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7048889800761874525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2011/06/marion-barry-some-notes.html' title='Marion Barry: Some notes'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4805314506430312502</id><published>2010-01-04T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:07:08.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES: OBAMA AND THE AMERICAN OLIGARCHY</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith

"An oligarchy," says Wikipedia, "is a form of government in which power effectively rests with a small elite segment of society distinguished by royal, wealth, intellectual, family, military, or religious hegemony. The word oligarchy is from the Greek words for 'few' and 'rule.' Such states are often controlled by politically powerful families whose children are heavily conditioned and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4805314506430312502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4805314506430312502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends-in-high-places-obama-and.html' title='FRIENDS IN HIGH PLACES: OBAMA AND THE AMERICAN OLIGARCHY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3549660219792681064</id><published>2009-12-06T10:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T00:14:59.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT BASEBALL, POKER AND THE STOCK MARKET CAN TEACH US ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith 

One thing is clear as the climate change debate chugs along: we need to teach math better in our schools. And it wouldn't hurt if journalism schools taught some math as well.  

For example, it is apparent that those who argue that one good snow storm destroys the case for climate change never got a good introduction to odds and averages.

An exception seems to be baseball. I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3549660219792681064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3549660219792681064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-baseball-poker-and-stock-market.html' title='WHAT BASEBALL, POKER AND THE STOCK MARKET CAN TEACH US ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2561078976170315180</id><published>2009-12-02T23:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:07:36.214-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELIGION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JEWISH'/><title type='text'>GROWING UP PART JEWISH</title><summary type='text'>I grew up part Jewish.     It was hard not to if you lived in a New Deal family where your     father was involved in things like starting Americans for Democratic     Action. My own introduction to politics came as a pre-teen stuffing     envelopes for the local ADA director Leon Shull as he helped     organize the removal of Philadelphia's 69-year-old Republican     machine. Shull was one of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2561078976170315180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2561078976170315180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-up-part-jewish.html' title='GROWING UP PART JEWISH'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-773753217028715243</id><published>2009-12-02T23:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:08:38.161-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RELIGION'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EXISTENTIALISM'/><title type='text'>THE FIGHT THAT DOESN'T MATTER</title><summary type='text'>ThLast night, browsing     through Sartre before bedtime, I came across this:

"Existentialism     isn't so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God     does not exist. Rather it declares that even if God did exist,     that would change nothing. . . Not that we believe that God exists,     but we think that the problem of His existence is not the issue."
It struck me as     I read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/773753217028715243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/773753217028715243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2009/12/fight-that-doesnt-matter.html' title='THE FIGHT THAT DOESN&apos;T MATTER'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1626830870155474799</id><published>2009-09-24T21:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:10:17.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='POLITICS'/><title type='text'>MEMO TO A NEW MAYOR</title><summary type='text'> The following was written             in 1978 after the election
of Marion Barry              as mayor of Washington DC.                             
TO THE NEW MAYOR:

1. If the people had expected you to be               infallible they would have made you Pope. They only elected you               mayor. It's not a question of whether you'll make mistakes but               how you make them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1626830870155474799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1626830870155474799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2009/09/memo-to-new-mayor.html' title='MEMO TO A NEW MAYOR'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8899458532160559952</id><published>2009-01-13T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:26:11.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MUZIM MUSIN' - HOW TO KEEP PEOPLE GOING TO MUSEUMS</title><summary type='text'>          


BY         SAM SMITH         The Progressive         Review, June 2005



The financial problems     of several of Washington's museums has got me thinking more about     museums than I usually do. I don't rank as a museum expert, still     I suspect I'm somewhere in the middle of the pack of those the     experts are trying to attract. I love some museums, couldn't     care less </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8899458532160559952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8899458532160559952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2009/01/muzim-musin-how-to-keep-people-going-to.html' title='MUZIM MUSIN&apos; - HOW TO KEEP PEOPLE GOING TO MUSEUMS'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2017084417249019143</id><published>2008-12-20T13:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:33:58.496-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MILITARY'/><title type='text'>MISSION CREEP: THE MILITARIZING OF AMERICA</title><summary type='text'>Sam Smith
 



From the March 1996 issue of the Progressive Review

      

 
The nomination of General Barry McCaffrey as drug czar symbolizes the nation's dramatic retreat from the principle of separation of military and civilian power. It further demonstrates the degree to which the Posse Comitatus Act of 1878 -- which outlaws military involvement in civilian law enforcement -- is being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2017084417249019143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2017084417249019143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/12/mission-creep-militerizing-of-america.html' title='MISSION CREEP: THE MILITARIZING OF AMERICA'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-442633885389051356</id><published>2008-10-21T20:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:01:50.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TIME'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPACE'/><title type='text'>LOSING TIME, LOSING SPACE</title><summary type='text'>From     the Progressive Review, April 2001
       
URBAN sociologist Claude S. Fisher writes     that "our species has lived in permanent settlements of     any kind for only the last two percent of its history."     As late as the 1850s, just two percent of the world's population     lived in cities of more than 100,000, by 1900 only about ten     percent. By the end of the last century, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/442633885389051356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/442633885389051356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/10/losing-time-losing-space.html' title='LOSING TIME, LOSING SPACE'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3626290837539786377</id><published>2008-05-07T15:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:35:26.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CORPORATE'/><title type='text'>THE CORPORATE CURSE</title><summary type='text'>FIFTY YEARS ago, America was just a decade past the last major war it would ever win. The length of the average work week was down significantly from the 1930s but real income had been soaring and would continue do so through the 1970s. We had a positive trade balance and the share of total income gained by the top 1% of the country was only around 8%, down from 24% in the 1930s. 

As Jermie D. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3626290837539786377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3626290837539786377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/05/corporate-curse.html' title='THE CORPORATE CURSE'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2368673635944391205</id><published>2008-04-17T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:03:13.251-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO SCHOOL: Memoirs of a parent association president</title><summary type='text'>               My worries over               being named president of the John Eaton Elementary School parents               association in the mid 1970s were aggravated by reminders that               I would be the first man to hold the post. I recalled a Howard               University professor telling me how he had integrated a bowling               league in the 1950s only to find that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2368673635944391205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2368673635944391205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-schoolmemoirs-of-parent.html' title='BACK TO SCHOOL: Memoirs of a parent association president'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-6298768419393245134</id><published>2008-04-03T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:42:23.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRAGMATISM OF MORALITY</title><summary type='text'>During the Clinton years, liberals and their organizations developed a postmodern indifference to moral issues when the Clintons were involved. This virus turned into an epidemic under Bush and hurts us still. Your editor attempted to deal with the issue in this article:SAM SMITH, PROGRESSIVE REVIEW, 1999 - Both the contemporary right, which views moral issues as immutable absolutes handed down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6298768419393245134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6298768419393245134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/04/pragmatism-of-morality.html' title='THE PRAGMATISM OF MORALITY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-802235873747268938</id><published>2008-02-28T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T09:13:27.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SEARCH OF HILLARY CLINTON'S RIGHT WING CONSPIRACY</title><summary type='text'>1998I figured that if I was going to be part of the vast right wing conspiracy, I better find out something about it. So in the best fashion of post-modern journalism, I decided to take a poll. I didn't really know how to take a poll but I estimated that if interviewing 450 people across the nation could tell one how popular the president is, then interviewing six people would take care of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/802235873747268938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/802235873747268938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-search-of-hillary-clintons-right.html' title='IN SEARCH OF HILLARY CLINTON&apos;S RIGHT WING CONSPIRACY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-5954032808107364048</id><published>2008-02-26T00:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:02:29.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BILL CLINTON: OUR FIRST POST MODERN PRESIDENT</title><summary type='text'>BILL     CLINTON:    OUR FIRST POSTMODERN PRESIDENT      Sam Smith      The following is an excerpt from "Shadows     of Hope: A Freethinker's Guide to Politics in the Times of Clinton"     by Progressive Review editor Sam Smith, written after just one     year of the Clinton administration and published by Indiana University     Press      Not all the myths of the Clinton campaign     were for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5954032808107364048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5954032808107364048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/02/bill-clinton-our-first-post-modern.html' title='BILL CLINTON: OUR FIRST POST MODERN PRESIDENT'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-6507797348982169650</id><published>2008-02-22T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:35:11.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS THE COUNTERCULTURE WHEN WE NEED IT?</title><summary type='text'>2005The other day I got a call from     a student working on a college paper about Coffee 'n Confusion,     a Washington coffeehouse the local police had tried to close     down in the late 1950s as an offense against the community's     welfare. I had covered the story as a radio reporter and still     had the tape of Texas lawyer Harvey Rosenberg's magnificent plea     for unfettered artistic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6507797348982169650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6507797348982169650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/02/where-is-counterculture-when-we-need-it.html' title='WHERE IS THE COUNTERCULTURE WHEN WE NEED IT?'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8890564844795954216</id><published>2008-02-20T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:41:06.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CLUB: HOW WASHINGTON REALLY WORKS</title><summary type='text'>1994Early in the republic the capital     discovered the seven deadly sins, soon grew weary of them, and     has spent the subsequent decades developing variations. Congress     has often set the pace.      Its favorite vice is not that of     the White House, namely the usurpation of democracy, but rather     its neglect. The days of legislative tyranny by a Sam Rayburn     or a Lyndon Johnson </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8890564844795954216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8890564844795954216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/02/club-how-washington-really-works.html' title='THE CLUB: HOW WASHINGTON REALLY WORKS'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1153146565031534428</id><published>2008-02-19T16:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:07:33.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIDEL &amp; ME</title><summary type='text'>Sam SmithIF there has been one constant in my journalistic life it has been Fidel Castro. Even Teddy Kennedy had just been admitted to the Massachusetts Bar when I covered Castro for the first and only time. And though I would never actually see him again, Fidel would ceaselessly reappear like some ghost of revolutions past, casting a mysterious and malicious spell on American politicians and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1153146565031534428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1153146565031534428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/02/fidel-me.html' title='FIDEL &amp; ME'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-336779495885119470</id><published>2008-02-18T13:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T13:40:47.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'THE GHOSTS ON THE PLATFORM</title><summary type='text'>SAM SMITH, THE IDLER, 1965 - Senator Gaylord Nelson was in the midst of a campaign speech last fall when he suddenly halted. He looked out at his audience and announced: "Ladies and gentlemen. This is the first time either you or I have heard this speech and, frankly, I don't agree with it." He finished his address speaking off-the-cuff. The occasion brought a rare moment of truth to the nation's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/336779495885119470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/336779495885119470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/02/ghosts-on-platform.html' title='&apos;THE GHOSTS ON THE PLATFORM'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-807823184863228834</id><published>2008-01-22T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:14:25.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PARIAH ECONOMY AND THE RISE OF SOCIAL BIGOTRY</title><summary type='text'>Atlas Shrugged       is a celebration of life and happiness. Justice is unrelenting.       Creative individuals and undeviating purpose and rationality       achieve joy and fulfillment. Parasites who persistently avoid       either purpose or reason perish as they should. - Federal Reserve       Chair Alan Greenspan, writing in 1957 to the NY Times about a       critical review of Ayn Rand's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/807823184863228834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/807823184863228834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2008/01/pariah-economy-and-rise-of-social.html' title='THE PARIAH ECONOMY AND THE RISE OF SOCIAL BIGOTRY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8690177179342092305</id><published>2007-11-29T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T20:38:16.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICA 2.0</title><summary type='text'>2007The 2008 presidential campaign has     already revealed the slim odds that anyone elected to the White     House from either party will help bring America back to life,     back to its constitution, back to its ideals, back to sanity     and back to reasons for enthusiasm and pride in being an American.The job thus remains a largely non-electoral     one, much as it was the first time around </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8690177179342092305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8690177179342092305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/11/america-20.html' title='AMERICA 2.0'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7687912897959558320</id><published>2007-11-13T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T15:33:12.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USA TOMORROW</title><summary type='text'>After many months of research and development, the Progressive Review is pleased to report the first details of its forthcoming daily newspaper: USA Tomorrow.The design of a daily newspaper is the result of - among other things - tradition, market surveys, the prejudices of the owner and the editors' attempt to figure out what these prejudices are. It can be, by consequence, a product that nobody</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7687912897959558320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7687912897959558320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/11/usa-tomorrow.html' title='USA TOMORROW'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1770121275337872023</id><published>2007-11-07T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:56:51.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS AND MEANING</title><summary type='text'>1981I learned the other day that I had survived more than two decades as a writer without ever fully understanding what a predicate was: My ten-year-old explained it to me. I was glad he understood it, but I wondered whether he still would when he was forty-one and how many times he would get to use the information between now and then. I am wondering again for now, a few days later, I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1770121275337872023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1770121275337872023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/11/words-and-meaning.html' title='WORDS AND MEANING'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8862059930444824737</id><published>2007-11-06T21:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T16:56:34.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORDS AND CRUELTY</title><summary type='text'>2004Listening to Diane Rehm the other morning as she and her panelists turned the horrors of Abu Ghraib into just another matter of politics, policy and process brought to mind the question: what if the prisoners had been Jewish and the time 70 years ago and the place Germany? How would Diane Rehm have handled that story?It is not just our arguments, but our words, that reveal us. For example, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8862059930444824737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8862059930444824737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/11/words-and-cruelty.html' title='WORDS AND CRUELTY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4599953261353544990</id><published>2007-11-05T13:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:26:49.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RESURRECTION IN A PEW</title><summary type='text'>2003 The memorial service for Gene McCarthy ran a bit long, considering it was a tribute to a man who had once suggested reducing the number of commandments from ten to four. And it was disturbing to see Bill Clinton shamelessly delivering a tribute to a man of integrity, especially one who had once suggested, as a reform, that "we fire all the Rhodes and Oxford scholars and everyone from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4599953261353544990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4599953261353544990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/11/resurrection-in-pew.html' title='RESURRECTION IN A PEW'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1581815454906068737</id><published>2007-11-01T13:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T13:46:59.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTER TO A SPOOK: BUT YOU DON'T KNOW ME</title><summary type='text'>I don't know for sure that you're out there at all, but from what I read and hear there's a pretty good chance, so I thought I would pass this along.You may be tapping my phone, scanning my e-mails and collating my other electronic ephemera, but you don't know me.Any writer can tell you this: you don't reveal character or describe an individual by just dumpster diving for data. Your efforts are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1581815454906068737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1581815454906068737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/11/letter-to-spook-but-you-dont-know-me.html' title='LETTER TO A SPOOK: BUT YOU DON&apos;T KNOW ME'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4677092594399020126</id><published>2007-10-31T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:24:20.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STANDARDIZED TEST FOR YOUR SCHOOL</title><summary type='text'>[From Sam Smith's Great American Political Repair Manual, WW Norton, 1997]Here are a few questions that may help you find out what's right and wrong with your community's schools. Add or subtract points for any statment that is true:1. THE PRINCIPALis seen regularly in classes finding out what's going on . . . +10is seen regularly in hallway in conversation with students . . . +5is seldom seen in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4677092594399020126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4677092594399020126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/standardized-test-for-your-school.html' title='STANDARDIZED TEST FOR YOUR SCHOOL'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4463190495049580860</id><published>2007-10-25T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:23:46.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LET 'EM PLAY</title><summary type='text'>1986This spring I graduate again from high school, this time vicariously, and one of the major lessons of this return trip has been a deepened appreciation of the role that sports and other extra curricular activities play In education. I no longer think of them, in fact, as extra-curricular at all. The category seems oddly discriminatory and, despite the skill with which academia bedizens its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4463190495049580860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4463190495049580860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-em-play.html' title='LET &apos;EM PLAY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3064940318657593271</id><published>2007-10-24T11:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:22:40.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSING TIME, LOSING SPACE</title><summary type='text'>Sam SmithURBAN sociologist Claude S. Fisher writes that "our species has lived in permanent settlements of any kind for only the last two percent of its history." As late as the 1850s, just two percent of the world's population lived in cities of more than 100,000, by 1900 only about ten percent. By the end of the last century, however, about half the world's humans lived in cities. In America, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3064940318657593271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3064940318657593271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-our-overstocked-archives-losing.html' title='LOSING TIME, LOSING SPACE'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-528732629182302603</id><published>2007-10-23T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T09:12:01.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO TELL IF YOU'RE STILL A LIBERAL</title><summary type='text'>[50 years ago last summer, your editor covered his first story in Washington. Throughout the year, the Review will exhume some of his writings. This article appeared during the Clinton years.]Sam SmithYou are probably not a liberal anymore if:You think the elimination or reduction of social services is a reform.Accept the idea that Social Security and Medicare must live within the limits of an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/528732629182302603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/528732629182302603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-tell-if-youre-still-liberal.html' title='HOW TO TELL IF YOU&apos;RE STILL A LIBERAL'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-6506242491875219904</id><published>2007-10-22T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:05:24.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY JOURNALISM ISN'T A PROFESSION</title><summary type='text'>[From the DC Gazette in the 1970s] It was nice to learn the other day that the National Labor Relations Board agrees with me that journalists are not "professionals." The ruling came in a labor dispute over which union reporters and other newspaper workers should join. The NLRB probably didn't mean to, but it nonetheless struck a small blow for freedom of the press -- and the rest of the country </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6506242491875219904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6506242491875219904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-journalism-isnt-profession.html' title='WHY JOURNALISM ISN&apos;T A PROFESSION'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7730740971094260095</id><published>2007-10-21T22:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:44:56.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE AMONG THE LIBERAL FUNDAMENTALISTS (1991)</title><summary type='text'>1991About a half dozen years ago, I started hanging out with traditional liberals again. It wasn't that my views had changed, but I had become fascinated with a conundrum of left-of-center politics.The old liberals, and their natural allies such as the large labor unions, had the power, visibility and ground troops, but were stunningly devoid of ideas. Myriad other progressive groups, meanwhile, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7730740971094260095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7730740971094260095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-among-liberal-fundamentalists-1991.html' title='LIFE AMONG THE LIBERAL FUNDAMENTALISTS (1991)'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-5170485887785165369</id><published>2007-10-17T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:45:04.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO TELL IF YOU'VE WON</title><summary type='text'>2001THERE seems to be some confusion in Washington these days as to the nature of victory. To help the Beltway discourse, the Review provides some handy hints to determine whether you've won or lost:- If, in the course of battle, you not only destroy your enemy but greatly harm yourself, as well as the people whom you are purportedly rescuing, that is not a victory but a disaster.- If you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5170485887785165369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5170485887785165369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-tell-if-youve-won.html' title='HOW TO TELL IF YOU&apos;VE WON'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8279332364019825031</id><published>2007-10-16T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:48:07.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BRINGING POLITICS HOME</title><summary type='text'>[From Shadows of Hope, 1994]In 1816, Columbus, Ohio, had one city councilmember for every hundred residents. By 1840 there was one for every thousand residents. By 1872 the figure had dwindled to one to every five thousand. By 1974, there was one councilmember for every 55,000 people.The first US congressional districts contained less than 40,000 people; my current city councilmember represents </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8279332364019825031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8279332364019825031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/bringing-politics-home.html' title='BRINGING POLITICS HOME'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3395125484829835666</id><published>2007-10-15T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:13:30.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>C-SPAN DIDN'T LIKE THIS SPEECH</title><summary type='text'>[C-SPAN broadcast in 1999 the first rally in opposition to the Bosnian war with one exception: your editor's speech. C-SPAN even left in the part where a singer announced, "I'm the warm-up act for Sam Smith" but the speech itself was cut. Here's the speech.]I am a native of this place. You might even call me an ethnic Washingtonian. For two centuries, this little colony of America has been denied</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3395125484829835666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3395125484829835666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/c-span-didnt-like-this-speech.html' title='C-SPAN DIDN&apos;T LIKE THIS SPEECH'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4787361721179702818</id><published>2007-10-11T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:57:48.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE ABOUT MICHAEL JACKSON</title><summary type='text'>2002MEDIA BIAS is not limited to bad politics; it includes bad math, typically manifested in an inability to count above the number two. According to the mass media, our world is one giant 'Crossfire' show divided into pro and anti, liberal and conservative, war and appeasement, free market and socialism. When such bifurcation fails because of the number of participants - as in sports, Democratic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4787361721179702818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4787361721179702818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-you-dont-have-to-care-about-michael.html' title='WHY YOU DON&apos;T HAVE TO CARE ABOUT MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-5117072973469272914</id><published>2007-10-10T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T14:15:16.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HARDER TO READ THAN ULYSSES</title><summary type='text'>All along your editor has thought his problem was that he didn't speak opaquely and complexly enough to make it with the Washington crowd. Now the Amazon text rating system has proved otherwise. As reader CH put it, "I'm laughing my ass off. I first found out about this feature at Jorn Barger's weblog, Robot Wisdom. His example is James Joyce's famously difficult Ulysses which only requires a 7th</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5117072973469272914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5117072973469272914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/harder-to-read-than-ulysses.html' title='HARDER TO READ THAN ULYSSES'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8412250945679246005</id><published>2007-10-09T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:27:37.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REVISION THING</title><summary type='text'>A history of the Iraq War told entirely in official liesSam Smith[Although it would take much of the media and prospective Democratic presidential candidates much longer to discover that they had been deceived, Harper's was on to the case early and asked your editor to write a history of the Iraq war told entirely in official lies. The story ran in the October 2003 issue, about six months after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8412250945679246005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8412250945679246005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/revision-thing.html' title='THE REVISION THING'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4283794184513001664</id><published>2007-10-04T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:59:40.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMACKDOWN WITH BILL O'REILLY</title><summary type='text'>2004Reader Chas Edwards used the right word when he described your editor's appearance on the Bill O'Reilly show as a "smackdown," for television of this variety has far more in common with professional wrestling than with professional journalism. And like a professional wrestler I went on the show knowing full well that I was the designated loser. Bad Bubba O'Reilly was to show his infinite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4283794184513001664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4283794184513001664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/smackdown-with-bill-oreilly.html' title='SMACKDOWN WITH BILL O&apos;REILLY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4685345987921729584</id><published>2007-10-02T13:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:17:35.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME THOUGHTS ON WRITING</title><summary type='text'>2006Just because we are able to speak and write doesn't mean we have to, As someone once said, what this country needs is more free speech worth listening to. Accumulating verbiage without regard to its content is more likely to lead to indigestion than understanding.Speak United States. Avoid the private languages of academia, bureaucracies, technocracy and corporations.As an English teacher </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4685345987921729584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4685345987921729584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-thoughts-on-writing.html' title='SOME THOUGHTS ON WRITING'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4020097510698910443</id><published>2007-10-01T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:03:33.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SENATORIAL INQUIRY</title><summary type='text'>1. The Ten Commandments outlaw killing and adultery but that doesn't seem to bother your colleagues as much as gay marriage. Why do you think the Ten Commandments are less important to them than gay marriage?2. Would you accept a compromise in which we outlawed not only gay marriages but support of deadly wars or cheating on your wife? If not, why not?3. The Ten Commandants say "You can work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4020097510698910443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4020097510698910443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/10/senatorial-inquiry.html' title='SENATORIAL INQUIRY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-932708125080588954</id><published>2007-09-30T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:31:32.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT JUDGES &amp; LAWYERS WON'T TELL YOU ABOUT JURIES</title><summary type='text'>1990William Penn may have thought     he had settled the matter. Arrested in 1670 for preaching Quakerism,     Penn was brought to trial. Despite Penn's admitting the charge,     four of the 12 jurors voted to acquit. The judge sent the four     to jail "without meat, drink, fire and tobacco" for     failing to find Penn guilty. On appeal, however, the jurors'     action was upheld and the right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/932708125080588954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/932708125080588954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-judges-lawyers-wont-tell-you-about.html' title='WHAT JUDGES &amp; LAWYERS WON&apos;T TELL YOU ABOUT JURIES'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-5348815722748384375</id><published>2007-09-28T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T15:02:49.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FADING OF RESPECT</title><summary type='text'>Washington's subway system is considering removing some if not most of the seats from its cars, thus converting its rolling stock into high capacity freight cars for those it used to consider its valued customers. In one concept there would be just 16 seats in a car for 225 passengers.While we have become accustomed to the disrespect of citizens by the police, airport screeners and so forth, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5348815722748384375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/5348815722748384375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/09/fading-of-respect.html' title='THE FADING OF RESPECT'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4027591641184754978</id><published>2007-09-27T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:36:31.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALTERNATIVE 9/11 REPORT</title><summary type='text'>SAM SMITH, 2004 - It is now almost three years since the World Trade Center attack. During this period we have invaded two Muslim countries and moved far closer to the apartheid regime of Ariel Sharon. We have not taken a single important step to reduce hatred of the U.S., respond to justified complaints of the Muslim world, or create forums where current conflicts can be explored instead of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4027591641184754978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4027591641184754978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/09/alternative-911-report.html' title='ALTERNATIVE 9/11 REPORT'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-991618370594318079</id><published>2007-09-26T15:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:51:24.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SURFEIT OF PRIGS</title><summary type='text'>SAM SMITH, 1989 - In pre-revolutionary Connecticut, being a common scold was a felony. Despite the currently overcrowded conditions of our prisons there is much to be said for reviving this offense, for few characteristics of our time have been more burdensome than the noisy priggishness that has come over the land.For some years we had a woman in our neighborhood who had the disconcerting habit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/991618370594318079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/991618370594318079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/09/surfeit-of-prigs.html' title='SURFEIT OF PRIGS'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3403223258599466434</id><published>2007-09-25T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:20:29.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POTOMAC PLAYGROUND</title><summary type='text'>2006Phil Hart said the Senate was a place that did things 20 years after it should have. The same could be said of much of the rest of Washington. In fact the yet-to-be accomplished U.S.-Iranian negotiations are now at 27 years and still counting.The common presumption is that such tardiness is a function of politics. In fact, it is more a product of culture, a culture founded on infantile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3403223258599466434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3403223258599466434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/09/potoamc-playground.html' title='POTOMAC PLAYGROUND'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7043767874016964078</id><published>2007-09-24T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:35:30.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S A HUMANITIES?</title><summary type='text'>1979I have to confess something. I have     strayed from the civic abstinence I promised on these pages a     while back. I have once again joined a committee. But it's just     a small committee and I think I can handle it. If not, drive     me home and I'll never do it again. Promise.      The committee is called the DC Community     Humanities Council. Fifty states and Puerto Rico have such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7043767874016964078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7043767874016964078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-humanities.html' title='WHAT&apos;S A HUMANITIES?'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7507399503690150536</id><published>2007-09-10T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:07:37.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BRIEF ENCOUNTER WITH THE NORMAL</title><summary type='text'>2005Upon reading the lead story in today's Washington Post the thought occurred that if I weren't a dissident journalist I'd make a hell of a good member of the establishment. The thought quickly dissipated even though my futile arguments that the president needed multiple sources of intelligence information rather than having it all filtered through one assistant had now been recommended by an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7507399503690150536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7507399503690150536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/09/brief-encounter-with-normal.html' title='BRIEF ENCOUNTER WITH THE NORMAL'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3497442169881174202</id><published>2007-06-06T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:43:30.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION SPEECH</title><summary type='text'>SAM SMITH1977From a graduation speech               delivered at Washington's John Eaton public elementary school               in 1977. At the time, the school went through the 8th grade.'               The title of my speech               is "The Future Lies Ahead." This pretty much sums up               what people are meant to say at graduations, so I thought I would               take care </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3497442169881174202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3497442169881174202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-speech.html' title='GRADUATION SPEECH'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7136338851818175392</id><published>2007-06-06T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:41:42.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JOURNALISM: WHAT GOOD OLD DAYS?</title><summary type='text'>SAM SMITH1998Some journalists     would have us believe that there was a time -- before Drudge     and the Internet -- when journalism was a honorable activity     in which no one went looking for a restroom without first asking     directions from at least two sources (unless, of course, one     of the sources was a government official), in which every word     was checked for fairness, and in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7136338851818175392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7136338851818175392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/journalism-what-good-old-days.html' title='JOURNALISM: WHAT GOOD OLD DAYS?'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4016795657790582953</id><published>2007-06-03T23:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:18:42.512-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GADFLY THING</title><summary type='text'>The original                 version appeared in the December 1994 Progressive Review                 I was recently described                 in an otherwise kind article in Washington’s City Paper                 as a "political gadfly." This was neither the first                 time nor will it be the last. It has happened to me so often                 that I was able to tell the writer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4016795657790582953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4016795657790582953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/gadfly-thing.html' title='THE GADFLY THING'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-297923639695482238</id><published>2007-06-03T23:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T15:53:02.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOTBALL AND THE RISE OF THE AMERICAN EMPIRE</title><summary type='text'>This article appeared in the DC Gazette in the 1970s. Nothing much has changed.  IT'S almost over. Our autumnal orgy of orchestrated injury, our paean to triumph at any cost, the pageant of American Darwinism. Football season.I treat football season like February. I avoid it whenever possible. But, like February, one must leave town or face it at some point. It looms nightly as a desert to cross </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/297923639695482238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/297923639695482238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/football-and-rise-of-american-empire.html' title='FOOTBALL AND THE RISE OF THE AMERICAN EMPIRE'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2572025288442564211</id><published>2007-06-03T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T23:13:27.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CLUES YOUR COUNTRY MAY BE TURNING INTO A FASCIST STATE</title><summary type='text'>MORE ON FASCISM               NOTE: Some of     these symptoms are found in non-fascist countries where they     should be treated as serious warning signs. On the other hand,     fascist states - unlike democratic nations - have many, if not     all, of these symptoms.           Your president     asserts the right to ignore part or all of laws passed by the     national legislature.           </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2572025288442564211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2572025288442564211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/clues-your-country-may-be-turning-into.html' title='CLUES YOUR COUNTRY MAY BE TURNING INTO A FASCIST STATE'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4822559077451643134</id><published>2007-06-01T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:49:09.847-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REBEL</title><summary type='text'>From                "Multitudes:               An Unauthorized Memoir"                By               Sam Smith                So I ended up much               as I started: the kid they sent to right field because he couldn't               or wouldn't play the game right.                I didn't plan it               this way. I didn't want it this way. In truth, a large part of               </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4822559077451643134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4822559077451643134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/rebel.html' title='REBEL'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3138101552518711874</id><published>2007-06-01T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T12:31:25.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC DIARY: THE NEW CENTURY</title><summary type='text'>From "Multitudes: An Unauthorized Memoir" by Sam Smith San FranciscoI long avoided San Francisco because I considered earthquakes one hazard I could easily eliminate. That was before both my sons took up periodic residence there and gave me the courage and purpose that I lacked. Now, my 17-year affair with the Bay Area is being interrupted as my youngest son pursues his dreams, along with far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3138101552518711874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3138101552518711874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/dc-diary-new-century.html' title='DC DIARY: THE NEW CENTURY'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1029041577799372774</id><published>2007-06-01T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:52:38.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GOING GREEN</title><summary type='text'>From                "Multitudes:               An Unauthorized Memoir"                By               Sam Smith                I first became aware               of the potential of third parties reading about the Dutch Provos               in the 1960s. Teun Voeten would write much later in High Times:                                 The Provos                 set the stage for the creation of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1029041577799372774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1029041577799372774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/goiing-green.html' title='GOING GREEN'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-6641273396567506084</id><published>2007-06-01T21:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T22:07:32.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LONELIEST MILE IN TOWN</title><summary type='text'>From      "Multitudes:     The Unauthorized Memoirs of Sam Smith"      When I was a radio newsman in the     late 1950s, I would sometimes snag the late or early shift and     have to drive from my apartment on Capitol Hill the hundred blocks     or so out 16th Street to Silver Spring. The streets were dark,     silent and empty and I would turn on a black radio station and     listen to The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6641273396567506084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6641273396567506084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/06/loneliest-mile-in-town.html' title='THE LONELIEST MILE IN TOWN'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-8771771529750955072</id><published>2007-05-24T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:34:33.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FASCISM, CAPITALISM &amp; CORPORATISM</title><summary type='text'>THE ROAD GROWS     SHORTER      SAM SMITH - It is not easy     to recognize fascism if you haven't been there before. Our eyesight     is blurred by everything from cultural optimism to psychic denial.     But news of the NSA's mass spying on American's phone records     - in number of victims, at least, perhaps the most broadly illegal     and unconstitutional act in our history - makes it all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8771771529750955072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/8771771529750955072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/fascism-capitalism-corporatism.html' title='FASCISM, CAPITALISM &amp; CORPORATISM'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-3083725949303490700</id><published>2007-05-24T20:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:28:18.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC DIARY: THE NINETIES</title><summary type='text'>From "Multitudes:       An Unauthorized Memoir"        by Sam Smith                 Time zones        OCTOBER 1999        When I moved my office       four blocks closer to downtown I knew I was going to be in a       new neighborhood. What I soon found out, however, was that I       was also in a new time zone. In my old digs, three blocks of       old row buildings north of Dupont Circle on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3083725949303490700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/3083725949303490700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-multitudes-unauthorized-memoir-by.html' title='DC DIARY: THE NINETIES'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-6239946812677543665</id><published>2007-05-23T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:26:59.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOTTOM LINE: THE TRUE COSTS OF EXTREME CAPITALISM</title><summary type='text'>Next year will mark the 25th anniversary     of that remarkable moment when this country began to turn its     back on values that had sustained it throughout its first two     centuries - values that included balancing power and wealth with     concern for, cooperation with, and compassion towards others     in the community we called America. In their place came a psychotic     faith in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6239946812677543665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6239946812677543665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/bottom-line-true-costs-of-extreme.html' title='BOTTOM LINE: THE TRUE COSTS OF EXTREME CAPITALISM'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-6520851143609449510</id><published>2007-05-23T00:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:21:40.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW MUCH DO WE LEARN FROM EVIL?</title><summary type='text'>The 60th anniversary observance     of Auschwitz brings back a question that periodically lurks in     the corner: how much do we really learn from evil?      It is widely assumed in this country     that humanity is significantly improved by such things as Holocaust     studies, international war crimes, and showing teens scary films     about driving. There is, however, far more faith than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6520851143609449510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/6520851143609449510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-much-do-we-learn-from-evil.html' title='HOW MUCH DO WE LEARN FROM EVIL?'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-1514701579259514359</id><published>2007-05-22T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:40:24.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds</title><summary type='text'>                From             "Multitudes:  the Unauthorized Memoirs of Sam Smith                                Shortly before I left               the Coast Guard, the Spar's crewmembers were presented the Defense               Service ribbon in delayed recognition of the fact that at some               point whatever had been going on in Vietnam had turned into a               war. We were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1514701579259514359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/1514701579259514359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/seeds.html' title='Seeds'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2795798113249600609</id><published>2007-05-16T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:34:04.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspect</title><summary type='text'>From                  Multitudes:              The Unauthorized Memoirs of Sam SmithFor                 every American male of my age there lay waiting just behind the                 blind curve of the future the attention of his draft board. There                 were, to be sure, a number of ways to deflect this attention.                 One could get married, but I had no such prospect. One </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2795798113249600609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2795798113249600609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/suspect.html' title='Suspect'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7231539420330289946</id><published>2007-05-15T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:33:49.007-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Diary: the 1980s</title><summary type='text'>         THE AUTHOR (L) CONFERS         WITH MARION BARRY DURING A BASEBALL GAME        AT GUY MASON REC CENTER. BARRY WOULD LATER REFER TO THE AUTHOR         AS A "CYNICAL CAT"Name     change      1984      For some years now, most of the     matter in the DC Gazette has not been about DC. The meat of this     journal has been progressive politics and social issues of more     than local </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7231539420330289946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7231539420330289946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/dc-diary-1980s.html' title='DC Diary: the 1980s'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-2455073399808675916</id><published>2007-05-15T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:27:53.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Derivative America</title><summary type='text'>Sam SmithTHE word from the Secretary             of State that what this country really needs is "rebranding"             provides further confirmation that America itself has become             a derivative, a socio-political version of those financial instruments             Roy Davis has described as having "no intrinsic value, but             derive their value from something else . . . The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2455073399808675916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/2455073399808675916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/05/derivative-america.html' title='Derivative America'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7721618602835357528</id><published>2007-04-28T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:47:43.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Diary: The 1970s</title><summary type='text'>      AUTHOR     IN APPALLING 1970s WEAR, SPEAKING AT A PARTY FOR HIS BOOK, "CAPTIVE     CAPITAL," AT THE AFRICAN MUSEUM. JULIUS HOBSON AND JO BUTLER     AT LEFT; GWEN REISS, MUSEUM DIRECTOR WARREN ROBBINS AND BOB BERG     AT RIGHT.      Moving into the     70s      Memory can fool us.     Up close the 1960s often lacked the romance that time has given     them. After all, at the end of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7721618602835357528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7721618602835357528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/04/uthor-in-appalling-1970s-wear-speaking.html' title='DC Diary: The 1970s'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4107521588561925656</id><published>2007-04-28T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T17:36:46.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How you became the enemy</title><summary type='text'>1997At the end of the Cold War, a top           Soviet official promised America one last horrible surprise.           We are, he said, going to deprive you of an enemy. The official           turned out to be more perceptive about American politics than           many in Washington. In at least one Pentagon office there is           still a sign that reads: WANTED: A GOOD ENEMY.            </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4107521588561925656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4107521588561925656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-you-became-enemy.html' title='How you became the enemy'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-7555134921974575660</id><published>2007-04-18T18:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:26:30.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Place</title><summary type='text'>For nearly one and three-quarter         centuries, the city of Washington had served as house-servant         to the national government, garbed in gaudy livery that veiled         its menial status. Washington did not participate in the Union,         it waited on it. It staged a pageant of democracy without sharing         in that which was being portrayed.          To most of the eighteen </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7555134921974575660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/7555134921974575660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/04/place.html' title='Place'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-4199421276685930492</id><published>2007-04-18T18:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:22:52.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Global dumbing: the politics of entropy</title><summary type='text'>From the Progressive Review,     April 1992                                                                                                         Global dumbing, according to the                   thesis I have been considering lately, involves the virtually                   imperceptible but steady deterioration of the aggregate human                   mind -- as well as of its institutions -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4199421276685930492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/4199421276685930492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/04/global-dumbing-politics-of-entropy.html' title='Global dumbing: the politics of entropy'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-117142941898687892</id><published>2007-02-14T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T00:09:20.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The crash of America</title><summary type='text'>From the March 1995 Progressive ReviewThe premise here is simple: when the plane crashes, find out why.Simple it may be, but few in federal Washington even seem to notice that the country they came to rule has crumbled around them and fewer still would accept the notion that it might be useful to inquire as to the cause of this disaster. The disaster, of course, is that of the country -- not that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/117142941898687892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/117142941898687892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/02/crash-of-america.html' title='The crash of America'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-117142869707580879</id><published>2007-02-13T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:56:43.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporations and America: the back story</title><summary type='text'>Encomiums to the wonders of market forces fill speeches and media reports. One National Public Radio reporter even went so far as to describe a form of government called market democracy, apparently a blend of the Bill of Rights and the Wall Street Journal editorial page.  In fact, most free workers in this country were self-employed well into the 19th century. They were thus economic as well as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/117142869707580879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/117142869707580879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2007/02/corporations-and-america-back-story.html' title='Corporations and America: the back story'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-116675595034631409</id><published>2006-12-21T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:52:30.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A cooperative commonwealth</title><summary type='text'>Some things we might shareThe following appears is from the Great American Political Repair Manual by Sam Smith1. We seek to be good stewards of our earth, good citizens of our country, good members of our communities, and good neighbors of those who share these places with us.2. We reject the immoderate tone of current politics, its appeal to hate and fear, its scorn for democracy, its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116675595034631409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116675595034631409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/12/cooperative-commonwealth.html' title='A cooperative commonwealth'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-116190909541603454</id><published>2006-10-26T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T20:31:35.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and politics: the sound of change; the power of changes</title><summary type='text'>Sam SmithThis was the chart used to riff some comments at a performance by the punk rock group Blowback on March 10,2006 at the Club Asylum in DC's Adams MorganWHEN he was 25, Colin Wilson wrote The Outsider, a book about those who see too deep and too much. I suspect some of you are here tonight.Wilson tells of a Jean Paul Sartre character who lives alone in a hotel: "There is his ordinary life,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116190909541603454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116190909541603454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/10/music-and-politics-sound-of-change.html' title='Music and politics: the sound of change; the power of changes'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-116122399838294140</id><published>2006-10-18T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T22:14:51.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>America's extremist center</title><summary type='text'>By Sam SmithWashington has become a city of barricades, a place where agents on rooftops scan the sky for missiles, and where metal detectors are turned so high they can find a nail in your shoe. It is a city of clearances, closed doors, need to know, a city that believes even Alice Rivlin should take a drug test.Washington is a town that will host an August conference on "Special Tactics and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116122399838294140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116122399838294140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/10/americas-extremist-center.html' title='America&apos;s extremist center'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-116044816079006961</id><published>2006-10-09T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:42:40.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The case for public campaign financing</title><summary type='text'>SPEECH BY SAM SMITHAT US CAPITOL RALLY,OCTOBER 26, 1999I have three objections to our current system of campaign financing.The first is literary. Being a writer I try to show respect for words, to leave their meanings untwisted and unobscured.This is alien to much of official Washington which daily engages in an activity well described by Edgar Alan Poe. Poe said, "By ringing small changes on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116044816079006961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116044816079006961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/10/case-for-public-campaign-financing.html' title='The case for public campaign financing'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-115950151571114081</id><published>2006-09-28T23:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T23:45:15.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making cities black and poor: the hidden story</title><summary type='text'>From the Progressive Review, January 2000The review recently cited a column by Dick Case of the Syracuse Herald American which revealed that the practice of redlining mortgage loans for American cities began in the Roosevelt administration, far earlier than is generally realized. A former Syracuse city planner, Emanual Carter, who had come across the practice while reading "A Prayer for the City"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/115950151571114081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/115950151571114081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/09/making-cities-black-and-poor-hidden.html' title='Making cities black and poor: the hidden story'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-115940712350610461</id><published>2006-09-27T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T21:32:03.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The autistic confederacy</title><summary type='text'>The French students who drew a connection between contemporary economics and autism have made one of the more profound observations of our time. Technically, the kind of autism exhibited by leading economists - and (although the students did not note it) leaders in politics and media - is called higher functioning autism or Asperger's Syndrome. Here are some professional descriptions:"Asperger's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/115940712350610461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/115940712350610461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/09/autistic-confederacy.html' title='The autistic confederacy'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-116407058633127902</id><published>2006-09-26T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:03:32.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Attica that wasn't</title><summary type='text'>On September 13, 1971, 500 New York state troopers stormed Attica Correctional Facility on orders from Governor Nelson Rockefeller to end a four-day standoff following a prisoner revolt that included the taking of hostages. The police fired 2,200 bullets in nine minutes and before it was over 29 inmates and ten guards were dead and at least 86 others were wounded. One year later, there was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116407058633127902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/116407058633127902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/09/attica-that-wasnt.html' title='The Attica that wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29717220.post-115384446195788082</id><published>2006-07-25T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:22:21.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rise of a liberal aristocracy and the fall of America</title><summary type='text'>Future historians seeking to discover why America so easily surrendered its democratic traditions and constitutional government in 2001 will find plenty to study in the rise of a liberal aristocracy that became increasingly disinterested in such values. Like all aristocracies, it existed primarily to protect itself, had an impermeable faith in its own virtue, and held in contempt those who did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/115384446195788082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29717220/posts/default/115384446195788082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsmithessays.blogspot.com/2006/07/rise-of-liberal-aristocracy-and-fall.html' title='The rise of a liberal aristocracy and the fall of America'/><author><name>TPR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
