Combat! blog flies through air, isn’t useful

Airplane

Combat! blog is winging its way to LaGuardia today, and I have but little time. I have to put all my cosmetics into TSA-compliant bottles, because of that one plot that didn’t work, and don my TSA-compliant underwear because of that other one. And I have to change the water in the goldfish tank, do a couple quick edits for clients, trim my beard, shave my shoulders, exfoliate my teeth, re-foliate my hair—all sorts of stuff, really. I shouldn’t have stayed to talk to you this long, but here we are. While I ease into a swivet, how about you read this fascinating New York Times story about Anna Stubblefield, who fell in love with her profoundly disabled ward. Now she’s awaiting trial. The question of whether a technique called “facilitated communication” allowed him to finally express his true intellect—and his love for Stubblefied—or whether she merely put words in his mouth is one for the courts. Now it’s one for the readers, too, and it’s sticky. Check it out. I’ll just be in 18C, pretending to sleep.

Berniebro, meet Person-Guy

The original Berniebro

The original Berniebro

Over the weekend, I read this essay in the Atlantic titled Here Comes the Berniebro, which suggests Bernie Sanders supporters are a type by adding the word “bro” to them. Just look at how the Berniebro behaves:

The Berniebro is posting a video on his Facebook wall: You really have to watch this. Bernie Sanders says things that no other candidate would ever consider. These are real policy proposals that just might change the country.

The Berniebro asks what you thought of the first Democratic debate, then interrupts to say that you shouldn’t confuse Clinton’s soundbites for actual substance. By the way, the Berniebro adds, he was really impressed with Bernie.

That fucking bro. That these are pretty normal and unobjectionable behaviors for the supporters of a political candidate doesn’t really matter, because the Berniebro is clearly a bro. It’s right in the name of the kind of person he is. It occurred to me after I read this humorous satirical sarcastic straw man essay that “bro” is the new “hipster”: it means “someone who is not you or me.”

I had a whole blog planned about the fashionable rhetorical practice of othering someone like you by making them into a type. It’s fiendishly effective, because they’re a category, while you and the reader are individuals. But Sam Kriss beat me to it with this weird, pleasing Portrait of the Person-Guy. You should read it. It’s probably just as well Kriss executed this idea before I could, because I have one million things to do before the Combat! blog offices temporarily relocate to Stubble’s historic New York futon tomorrow. If I can throw up there, I’ll throw up everywhere, as the song says.

Friday links! Unbridled paranoia edition

Hillary Clinton closes her left eye for 15 seconds so the average voter knows she's winking.

Hillary Clinton closes her left eye for 15 seconds so voters know she’s winking.

Between the NSA and browser cookies, someone is recording basically everything you do. Sure, it’s only a computer, and it’s only using your information to serve more relevant page ads/incinerate terrorists. And it’s only recording you when you use your phone, or when you leave location services on and walk around, so really you have nothing to worry about. But that’s the surveillance you know, and you were never supposed to know about it anyway. Today is Friday, and there are more things in Palo Alto and Fort Meade than are dreamt of in your paranoia. Won’t you let speculation run wild with me?
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Downtown bar to annex street, causing vibrancy

The Thomas Meagher Bar in downtown Missoula

The Thomas Meagher Bar in downtown Missoula

As an ersatz Irish person, I like an ersatz Irish bar. But there are some lines even the Hibernian must not cross, and the distinction between public and private property is one of them. You can’t just give public assets to private businesses—that’s fascism, bro. I quote the Missoulian:

The Thomas Meagher Bar unveiled plans last month to build an outdoor dining patio on West Pine Street, a move the city supports in concept as it works to build a vibrant downtown atmosphere.

Two things are misleading about that sentence. First, the TMB “unveiled” its plans by submitting them to the mayor and his policy advisory team, making an end run around city council and other channels of public approval. Second, the “city supports” TMB’s plan in the sense that the mayor likes it, but the parking commission and several members of the city council do not.

This is a big deal, because the bar’s plan to build an outdoor dining patio is to fence off the sidewalk and pave over the on-street parking spaces in front of its business, which happens to be next to city council chambers. Essentially, the Thomas Meagher Bar proposes to annex the sidewalk and a substantial portion of the street. Besides giving publicly owned land to a privately owned bar, this plan would cost the city lost revenue from the meters and fines on those parking spaces.

All of that might be okay, if the TMB were offering to buy that strip of land or compensate the city for lost parking revenue. But it’s not. It’s asking the mayor to give it free real estate at taxpayer expense, without public comment, under an ordinance designed to make it easier for businesses to make minor changes to right-of-way like awnings or sandwich boards on the sidewalk. Annexing the street is not a minor change.

The amazing element of this plan is that the mayor supports it. Mike Haynes, the city’s Director of Development Services and a member of the mayor’s advisory team, told the Missoulian, “We looked at the proposal and basically, generally, supported the request based on it creating a more active and vibrant downtown.”

What does that mean, exactly? I fail to understand how an outdoor patio increases vibrancy enough to justify giving public property to a bar. Like the Missoula Redevelopment Agency’s recent plan to spend millions of taxpayer dollars to help private developers expand the already successful Southgate Mall, this looks less like responsible stewardship and more like the business community leveraging its influence on a friendly administration.

The fix is in on this one. You can read all about it in this week’s column for the Missoula Independent. You can also check out this single-source story about how everyone is going to love the Thomas Meagher Bar, which ran in the Missoulian two weeks after it opened. If you’re a small-time millionaire of the sort that can buy and remodel a bar, I urge you to do it in Missoula. Your resources can really go far here. We’ll be back tomorrow with Friday links, unless the mayor gives our house to Home Depot so it can vibrantly sell the lumber.

On my ostensibly kind face

Famous people I don't recognize get excited.

A drunk person makes everyone happy.

This morning I took my breakfast at the Press Box, as is my wont. I was talking to my server about her sister’s novel when a drunk man interrupted us, waving a beeper. He was wearing a Carhartt jacket and a human costume one size too large, which turned out to be his skin. He had the outgoing cheer of a person still up from the night before and the repetitive speech patterns of the more serious partier.

“Oh yeah?” he said, in response to the server’s claim that her sister lived in the Bay Area. “What’s this?” He waved the beeper closer. “What is this?”

“A beeper!” I said. “That’s amazing.”

It did not sound convincing to me, but he was fully convinced. He talked to me for a long time. He never felt like what he was doing was inappropriate, and when finally I rose to flee he thanked me for appraising his beeper and shook my hand.

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