Truckers just drivers, not fighter jocks

A piece in this week’s New York Times finally lit a fire under my butt to weigh in on the whole distracted driver issue.  It cited representatives of the trucking industry and its 18-wheelin’ brotherhood making claims that truck drivers ought to be exempt from pending federal legislation that forces states to ban texting while driving.  Their rationale: the dispatching computers many truckers have onboard are (dig this) less distracting than other electronic devices in widespread use by the general motoring public.

If the statements of long-haul trucker Kurt Long are any indication, apparently they assume — not imply or suggest, mind you, but assume – professional drivers are specially qualified to safely operate big rigs while fiddling with a veritable arcade of gadgetry, which includes dispatching computers that come equipped with full-size keyboards.

Reading all this, I was immediately transported a hundred miles and a couple years back to one of my worst highway nightmares ever on a return trip to Raleigh from Down East via U.S. 264.  For close to an hour, a trucker hauling a flatbed trailer loaded with display racks engaged me in a death dance down the road, while I tried repeatedly to extract my tiny Civic from what seemed a tractor-beam grip this hulking, menacing, wildly drifting hunk of steel had on me.

To keep him away, I tried repositioning behind or ahead by a tenth of a mile or so, then setting my cruise control to maintain separation.  No sooner would I do that than he’d slow down or speed up in lock step to bring himself within killing range once again.  I started wonder if the dude wasn’t totally blotto or possessed.  It was like being trapped in a remake of Spielberg’s Duel.  I kept hoping a cop or state trooper would come along and pull this lug nut over, ‘cuz there was no doubt in my mind one would’ve if they’d seen him.

I’d been trying all along to get a glimpse of this maniac enthroned within his shadowy steel juggernaut, but the silhouettes only vaguely suggested his doings.  Eventually, the sun reached an angle that gave me a clear view, and I finally saw what was going on.  The knucklehead had been yucking it up on his cell phone the whole time, more than likely oblivious to the aggravation and danger he’d been causing.

Oh yeah, them truckers are real ace talents behind the wheel.  Ten four, baby.

So sorry, Kurt and ATA (American Trucking Associations), I don’t buy into your presumption that truck drivers are gifted at balancing attention between the immediate hazards of the road and a cell phone, GPS, DVD, or BlackBerry, and especially not a full-fledged computer, of all things!

In my estimation, the only class of professionals who uniquely qualify as multitaskers in the cockpit are fighter pilots, and that’s because they’re hand-picked, tried and tested as the one-in-a-million folk blessed with that ability.  Truckers don’t even come close, and the research data confirms it, as the Times article recounts.  Plus, when you toss in the consequences for the rest of us if a trucker slips up, then the bar for concentration is set that much higher than for your average sedan driver.

Ages ago, I used to believe truckers were a cut above on road skills because of their experience and training.  But decades seeing them in action out there have taught me otherwise.  Not only have I known them to be reckless, but now come to find they’re lacking good sense too.

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Small thought for so small a creature

One of god’s humble creatures offered me a gently moving reminder today of how much at the mercy of human thoughtfulness — or perhaps more to the point, thoughtlessness — all of surrounding creation lay.

At my workplace, there’s an area outside the building that I routinely traverse, where fresh landscaping and a new sidewalk were installed months ago to erase the remaining vestiges of new building construction to which the lawn bore stark evidence.  But in recent weeks walking this paved path, I’d noticed the accumulation of dozens upon dozens of dried earthworm carcasses, and frankly was rather perplexed by the scene.  It wasn’t as if the other neighboring walkways mirrored the same grim phenomenon.  And so naturally I wondered what was special about this particular strip of paving to make it the graveyard of so many unfortunate earthworms.

Well today, as I retraced the familiar route yet one more time, chance had me encounter an earthworm who was quite alive, and wildly wriggling its way toward the path’s uphill side.  And it was then the mystery was solved, for I arrived just as the small critter had reached the abrupt vertical face of a concrete curb, which I plainly could see was making the journey impassable to him.

Recognizing his now-obvious plight, I reached down to lend assistance.  He seemed glad for the help (judging by the speed with which he settled into my hand), and I thought it reasonable to attribute his eagerness to the fact that the blazing midday sun was making the concrete unbearably hot for him.

As I released him into the invitingly lush grass that spread out beyond the inhospitable concrete curb, he vanished into it in a flash, and with similarly swift insight, I fully comprehended the dire consequences he and his slender, helpless brethren had confronted through the careless design of the walkway’s architects.

What had been conceived by human engineers as little more than a simple five-inch ridge of concrete intended to define and retain the boundaries of sod and shrubbery, had to my little friend become an immense, forbidding wall barricading him and his kind from their natural home, and stranding them on the scorching cement to slowly cook themselves into a dehydrated and disorienting delirium, and eventual death.

So as I sit writing this evening, I’m pleased to imagine my small acquaintance contentedly burrowing his way through the cool, richly fragrant soil, safely returned to fulfilling his appointed destiny as tiller and composter of this delicate earth beneath our feet. And yet, I’m also saddened at thought of the senseless destruction of his kin, who lost their lives simply trying to accomplish the task nature had assigned them … only to discover that careless men had thoughtlessly raised an impossible barrier to thwart them in their modest calling.

[Postscript -- By coincidence tonight , I received a Cornell Lab of Ornithology newsletter in my in-box which featured a story about the infamous U.S.-Mexico border fence and the unconsidered consequences it's had for hapless terrestrial and avian wildlife.  You can read more about that at Fencing the Border and Its Birds.]

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Torture is truly relative

The News & Observer published a letter Friday in which the author, Raleigh resident Don Paschal, justified the torture of prisoners in armed conflicts on the grounds that information obtained from such interrogation was instrumental in saving American military personnel. He suggests that our moral qualms — which he characterized as “academic” — might pale if we were to personalize the issue somewhat.

“If your son or daughter were in combat,” asks Mr. Paschal, “would you condone ‘harsh interrogation techniques’ if that would save their lives?”

His instinct to move the debate beyond theoretical conjecture was commendable, but his conclusion hardly reflects a full 360 degrees of consideration where the possible scenarios are concerned. And so I ask, what would you condone, Mr. Paschal, if your son or daughter were a POW?

You see, it’s the one wielding the club who’s most prone to compromise his moral and ethical standards, not the one being beaten.  And the emerging evidence indicates that the moral degradation was easiest of all for those “academics” who coolly rationalized or issued the torture orders from the remote comfort and safety of their White House offices.  None of them, by the way, had a son or daughter in mortal peril on the battlefield at the time, either.

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It’s for the birds

I’ve always welcomed the arrival of new bird species to my feeders, and even keep track of the species count.  The list has been sitting at 23 for quite awhile, but recently I reached an even two dozen with the appearance of a surprising new visitor who’s brought some excitement, and not a little apprehension, along with her.  You see, it’s not the seed that interests her … it’s the other birds.
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The Cooper’s hawk isn’t what you’d call a rare find for Raleigh, not even for my downtown urban neighborhood.  Indeed, hawks as a general rule are fairly common inside the Beltline, and I’ve routinely spotted Red-tailed, Red-shouldered and Cooper’s hawks within a half-mile of home.  But this is the first time I’ve known a hawk of any sort to show up, literally, at my doorstep.

At first, it wasn’t apparent precisely what was drawing her.  I’d just rolled up into the driveway after work one evening, so she was already there, taken somewhat by surprise, but hesitant to leave my front porch all the same.  There are a lot of squirrels that hang out around my feeders — it took them nearly four years, but the little hooligans finally discovered them for the first time last month — but that didn’t seem to be what she was after.

Cooper's hawk head_0310cb_smlI followed her reluctant retreat six feet up into an adjacent pawpaw tree and watched for a few seconds, then dashed in for my camera, returning quickly to capture a few images.  Then about 30 or 45 minutes later, from my front window, I noticed a young House finch perched on one of the feeders looking peculiar, a little dazed, with its head tilted back.  Stepping outside to check on it, I could plainly see by its unnatural posture and sluggish response that something wasn’t right.

I stepped within three feet of the little guy, talking soothingly all the while, worried I had a seriously sick bird on my hands.  And then in a flash, it was all over; the Cooper’s hawk dove in out of nowhere, snatched the doomed finch from the feeder, turned on a dime inches from my face, and was gone.  The action was so swift, my conscious mind nearly missed it.
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The hawk took her prize high up into an nearby oak to feed.  I concluded she must have made a failed pass earlier at the guileless House finch, who might have thwarted the full force of the attack by advanced warning from the numerous other birds who surely would’ve been hanging about.

It’s not always easy to stomach Nature’s way.  But then, her stomachs must either be filled or perish, no matter whose they are.

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Birth myth is black mark on Tar Heel State

Lord knows, North Carolinians already had enough to be embarrassed about, what with sending the likes of Jesse Helms to the U.S. Senate for five consecutive terms (bless his dearly departed heart).  But now pollsters tell us that a frighteningly sizeable number in the state actually think the nation’s duly elected president came from a foreign country.  [Whoa!  What does that tell you about the condition of public schools here?]

Raleigh-based Public Policy Polling released the results of a survey last week revealing that more than one-fourth of the 749 North Carolina voters polled believe Barack Obama wasn’t born in the United States, and that an additional one of every five aren’t certain what country he came from.  Sad to say, the Obama Birth Myth is alive and thriving in North Carolina.

I have mixed feelings about this revelation — which is to say my emotions are vacillating somewhere between irrepressible laughter and tears of despair.

Just how one should interpret the numbers isn’t clear.  Is the Old North State awash in an electorate that’s ignorant of the Constitutional stipulations on these matters?  Or are the combined 46 percent of Goobers in question asserting a deeply buried suspicion either of Obama’s honesty or the integrity of the electoral process?

To make matters worse, the pollsters at PPP had the smarts to query respondents about their opinion of Hawaii itself, namely by asking if they consider it part of the United States.  Five percent said no, and another three percent weren’t sure.  (And to think we let some of these folks carry concealed weapons in defense of their Second Amendment rights.)

One can only pray the 344 who doubt Obama’s citizenship were not among the 49.7 percent of Tar Heels who voted for him last November.  I daresay Mr. Obama would be the first to distance himself from fans so utterly clueless.

But really, if anyone’s nationality were in question, it would be that of John McCain, whose birth in Panama’s Canal Zone has led some legal scholars to legitimately argue that he is the one who fails the necessary Constitutional criteria for presidential candidacy, not Barack Obama.  Apparently, McCain himself was worried enough about his eligibility so as to seek an independent “ruling” from some heavy hitters in constitutional law in order to assuage any concerns his Senate colleagues might have.

The indisputable facts surrounding McCain’s non-native birth notwithstanding, it’s the implausible Obama Birth Myth which persists instead, resisting dissolution even though the documentary evidence to quell it — his Hawaii birth certificate — was produced long ago, presumably when he filed for candidacy.

The tenacity of the Myth simply adds further support to a personal axiom of mine, it being that lies, half-truths and absurdities are most resistant to correction among factions that run lightest on intellectual gifts and longest on obtuse zeal.  So it stands to reason this particular myth would find its most gullible audience and vocal mouthpieces among the conservative opponents of the current administration.  But what the PPP survey (painfully) tells me is that a substantial number of these rubes are my own neighbors.  Oh that it were not so.

During the South’s ugly Jim Crow era, some states required blacks to pass examinations in order to become eligible voters.  The questions were often ones even educated whites would’ve gotten wrong, if they’d been asked.  Perhaps what the Obama Birth Myth teaches North Carolina is that it may be time to resurrect such tests.  But this time, let’s make them mandatory for everyone headed to the voting booth.  We’ll start with question A, “Is Hawaii a state?”

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Shrinks stupid at any age

Just when you thought the mental health community hit rock bottom with its paranoid frenzy over inkblots, now come to find they’re ready to tie all humanity to the couch by proclaiming the human experience as a disease that strikes with alarming regularity, practically from birth.

According to the Associated Press, a study published in this month’s Archives of General Psychiatry concludes that grumpy three-year-olds are nothing less than sick little puppies beset with that most ubiquitous and absurd of all DSM “diagnoses,” depression.  However, as with all such research, the study is predicated on psychiatry’s age-old fallacy that any commonly shared human emotion is an abnormality in need of immediate professional attention.  (The logical flaw is corrected, though, provided the emotion is treatable at great expense but billable to insurance.)

The obvious conclusion the authors overlooked, of course, was that the scope of any supposed illness must necessarily encompass a wider age range as the research surrounding it tends more progressively toward merely describing the collective human condition rather than undertaking rigorously designed, objective and reproducible experiments rooted in actual science as opposed to science fiction, which is what psychiatry is and always has been.  Anyone with half a brain and some common sense will confirm this … that is, anyone excepting psychiatrists, who seem always to be missing the very half that governs rational thought.

Consequently, at this rate of progress, I fully expect any day now to read that the American Psychiatric Association has declared a national epidemic of happiness.  Any kindergartner caught smiling will be promptly quarantined.

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Art for psych majors

Presenting … the original Rorschach inkblots with popular interpretations, a la Wikipedia

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Posted in honor of all those knuckleheaded psychologists of the world, who rank only slightly above their snake-oil-salesmen-of-mental-health-care brethren, the psychiatrists, insofar as their hourly rates are comparatively lower.

And to Bruce L. Smith, ISRPM president, and his fellow psychologists who vainly cling to the misbegotten delusion there’s scientific validity to their so-called profession, I have this to say:

If you worry that your test subjects can “game it” now, then be afraid, be very afraid.  Because any “research” with that probability wasn’t valid in the first place!

[Thanks to Wikipedia for publishing the inkblot graphic.]

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Managing public art wisely

An elegant stroke of civic genius.  That’s what I’m calling the city Arts Commission’s decision to rotate sculptures from three pedestals at the new City Plaza (“City Plaza to crown downtown”), scheduled to open this fall.

Admittedly, I was never fully on board with Juame Plensa’s raucous multimedia concept for Raleigh’s Fayetteville Street, but neither do I subscribe to the Andy Griffith School of Public Sculpture — bland, uninspired, representational. North Carolina has too many exciting, visionary artists to necessitate jumping the Atlantic for contributions to the town square. What’s more, no talent, homegrown or cosmopolitan, has so overwhelmingly cornered the market on artistic expression that he or she ought have a captive audience in perpetuity.

The commission’s dynamic, curatorial approach to public art in the plaza is judicious policy worthy of King Solomon.  I can’t wait to see what novelties our gifted sculptors have in store for us.

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Give Blind Kung Fu Master a break

Blind Kung Fu MasterReprising his role as The Blind Kung Fu Master, comedian Bobby Lee, of Fox television’s long-running skit series MADtv, puzzles over how his walking staff suddenly got so short and unwieldy.  AP photo by Ng Han Guan

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Helmeted pedestrians make more sense

I was reminded the other day how easily misplaced our priorities can be with respect to personal safety after watching a video that News & Observer photographer Travis Long produced in recognition of Bike to Work Week in May.  The short video, featured for many weeks on the Multimedia pages of newsobserver.com, illustrates the distorted fears often associated with pedaling on streets and highways.

First though, let me say the video gets my two thumbs up as visual encouragement to those reluctant to cycle commute for lack of any “cool factor” in two-wheeler transport.  (I especially like the boost in street cred Travis earns with a “What up?” from a bystander in an “I [heart] NY” tee-shirt.)

Combining stop-action animation with a hip-hop soundtrack, the whole production sports undeniable creative appeal, and consequently, bike appeal.  The video itself must’ve been challenging to make, what with all the angle changes and stops necessary to piece together a cohesive narrative.  So that in itself makes it worth a look-see.  Then again, the video also sends contradictory signals about cycling risks and managing them.  I’ll elaborate.

True to the spirit of conscientious public service, Travis straps on his helmet first thing before hopping on his wheels because … well, because that’s what sane, responsible riders do to protect themselves.  Right?  But wait, not so fast.

You might be surprised to hear that the jury is still out on the value of bicycle helmets.  The comparative data is, on the balance, rather inconclusive, particularly among adult riders.  Their effectiveness at minimizing traumatic head injury is probably most arguably beneficial among teen and pre-teen riders, a group whose inexperience and diminished judgment places them in a high-risk group for accidents anyway.  But what I find far less convincing is the manner in which wholesale support for helmets overemphasizes the relative risk of bicycles compared to other transportation modes.

Looking at accident data for North Carolina from 2002 through 2006, what you’ll discover is that you’re seven times more likely to be killed by a car as a pedestrian in this state than as a bicyclist.  And if you aren’t killed outright by an automobile, you’re four times more likely to be disabled by one as a pedestrian than as a cyclist.

This begs the question, why aren’t safety fanatics just as passionate demanding that helmets be worn by pedestrians?  For that matter, why aren’t they preaching for them as standard issue for motorists?  Automotive fatalities far outnumber bicycle deaths each year in the U.S., so why the disproportionate emphasis on helmets for cyclists when, in spite of all the safety and crash gear pre-packaged into the hard shell of a car, tens of thousands more are dying and suffering injury annually in car accidents than in bike collisions?  (North Carolina averages 22 bike fatalities per year, and yet, more auto drivers and passengers than that die in the span of only one week here.)

But let’s get back to the video, because it’s after Travis dons his helmet that things take an almost comical turn in the risk assessment department.  That’s when [wait for it] … he pops in his Sony earbuds and cues up the music! Yep, you heard me right (which is more than I could say for a biker wearing earbuds): our intrepid, safety-conscious commuter cyclist tunes in, turns on, and cranks it up for the ride.

I can only hope this was a one-time artistic choice intended to tie the video’s visual elements to its soundtrack, and that Travis doesn’t really listen to his MP3 player as a matter of habit when riding.  I can’t imagine a more risky luxury for a cyclist to indulge than listening to music, or doing anything that might impair his hearing.  Actually, in this case it’s even worse than impairment, because the roar created by air moving over earbuds is deafening, totally drowning out any other street sounds, including those of vehicles approaching from behind.  Add to it whatever sound is coming from the device itself, and a cyclist is hopelessly deaf to crucial auditory information about his surroundings.

If a biker truly wants to get his priorities in order, it makes more sense to ditch the helmet and wear eye protection.  To date, I’ve seen no compelling data on helmet use.  But my own experience and logic give me ample reason to wear eye protection.  The former precaution hedges a calculated gamble, but the latter acknowledges an operational reality, just like brakes or a windshield on a car.  It’s the difference between arguing on probabilities and dire what-ifs, or keeping bugs out of my eyes, which is something that’s happened countless times to me when I wasn’t wearing shades.

Now don’t misunderstand me.  I’m not suggesting bike helmets can’t prevent head injury, just that such prevention isn’t necessitated by cycling any more than other forms of travel.  If you want to encourage people to choose bicycles over their personal cars — which a shameless tree-hugger like myself surely does — then don’t press them on helmets.  It adds one more encumbrance and impediment to cycling that can’t really be justified by the facts.

Granted, I was once as vociferous a hawker of helmets as you’d ever find.  But decades of experience and rational reflection have shown me there’s more reason to fear driving sans helmet in an automobile than there is on a bike.  So if it’s a choice between cycling without a helmet and not cycling at all, I think the benefits of bicycles to our society far outweigh the personal risks incurred by leaving the helmet at home.  In fact, I stake my life on it every day.

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Health care reform to fatten and delight the rich

Judging from the way the health care debate is shaping up around Capitol Hill  these days, whatever reform eventually emerges — if, indeed, any ever does — promises to be the realization of every insurer’s wildest hopes.

Measure by measure, item by item, the White House and leaders in Congress are stepping away from any provision that might have spelled true relief or remedy for America’s floundering, sub-standard health care performance.  Instead, what the people will get is a law that binds them to a legacy of tax servitude strictly for the benefit of private companies that stand to reap record-setting profits from medical services, whether to the sick or the healthy.  There will be no “government plan,” no cost containment, no drug formulary or bargaining leverage, and most definitely no single payer plan.

What we’ll be handed is simple, uninventive and abysmally ineffectual.  It will be mandatory coverage with no denials; fees and premiums set by the industry; and coverage for the poor subsidized by the government.  In short, the resulting legislation will simply open the spigot wider than ever to funnel more taxpayer dollars than ever into the pockets of already obscenely wealthy scoundrels.

And no, I feel no need to hide my bitterness or contempt at the prospect.  This “reform” is sure to be an insurance company’s dream-come-true.  I’m guessing the senior execs and their Washington lobbyists are already reeling in giddy anticipation of the satisfaction they’ll achieve in the greatest mass-rape orgy of the American people ever orchestrated by corporate giants and approved by Congress and the president.

Yep, American health care!  It’s good times ahead.

[A shorter version of this letter, published in The News & Observer, is linked here.]

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Press lets Bell-Boeing fly the coop on Osprey

What, in the name of all that’s sacred in basic journalism, caused the News & Observer’s Washington correspondent, Barbara Barrett, to miss the target on Wednesday’s military piece about deployment of the Osprey to Afghanistan?

Here’s a dramatic story packed with negligence, death, greed, corruption [for certain], bureaucratic inertia [obviously] and an ample supply of villains.  And the two players in the whole mess Barrett doesn’t bother to question are those at the very center of it all, Boeing and Bell Helicopter, the defense contractors responsible for the lame bird in the first place.

Honestly, how does a reporter — or her editor, for that matter — bypass the obvious like this?  It’s bad enough DoD puts the weapons branches of these industries on the public dole.  But is the press issuing them free passes from explaining incompetence and failure, as well?

Even if Bell-Boeing reps didn’t get their turn on the hot-seat Tuesday during the congressional hearings, the paper should’ve at least sought them out afterward for a response to the testimony.  Other folks certainly had their turns on the record that day.  Barrett manages to quote six sources in the article: two House representatives, two U.S. Marine officers, an official with the GAO, and an independent expert.  But not a peep from Boeing or Bell, or the faintest hint she tried.

Worse yet, the contracting team wasn’t even mentioned in the body of the article; readers had to turn to a sidebar to discover who’s building the ill-fated contraption, which has already dispatched dozens of soldiers to their accidental deaths.

So what gives, N&O?  I can only hope it’s not reporters with free passes on accountability to defense contractors.

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Factory farming rewards few, dooms all

A standing ovation goes out to UNC epidemiologist Steve Wing for connecting the dots so unmistakably in his op-ed essay, “Raising animals and rising threats,” published into today’s News & Observer.  With ominous clarity, he sketches out the menacing risks of disease and environmental degradation inherent in what is best described as America’s agri-industrial complex. The notion that one can produce so many animals in so small a space and think it sustainable is a mirage.

I know there are those within state government working jealously to ward off any threat to the ag giants that concentrate production and profits into the hands of a few, usually with the preposterous claim they’re fighting for farmers.  Presumably, those same officials have something to gain pursuing this shortsighted approach.  But as Wing so persuasively argues, public farm policy at state and national levels must respond to the pernicious health threats raised by farming in a factory paradigm, or impose inevitable suffering upon us all.

By artificially prolonging the sick factory farming system, North Carolina not only condemns precious land by making it unfit for all life, but also crushes aspiring, independent, small-scale farmers — the only true farmers — and the endemic economic harvest that grows alongside them.  Perhaps then, after our environment collapses under the weight of nine million hogs and disease prevails, the policymakers who’ve reaped their personal rewards can flee to the homes of their buddies in the failed agri-industrial complex.

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A picture of what’s ahead for Iran?

Legendary Johnny Carson impersonator, Khamenei the Magnificent, divines the answer, "Ahmadinejad," to the question, "Who received the most votes in the 2009 Iranian presidential election?"  The celebrated performer, known to many Iranians simply as God, voluntarily agreed to resolve the hotly disputed election on behalf of the Interior Ministry.

Legendary Johnny Carson impersonator, Khamenei the Magnificent, divines the answer, "Ahmadinejad," to the question, "Who received the most votes in the 2009 Iranian presidential election?" The celebrated performer, known to many Iranians simply as God, voluntarily agreed to resolve the hotly disputed election on behalf of the Interior Ministry.

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Defining public relations … almost

My earlier post of May 29 , which touched on the issue of mislabeling propaganda as public relations — Capstrat and its BCBS storyboards being the illustration at hand — might have left readers begging the question, “So, Andrew, what in your view is public relations?”

That’s a perfectly reasonable query, and I inserted an intentionally vague and somewhat open-ended answer within the post for the purpose of setting up an occasion to revisit the subject for a fuller explanation … which I’ll do now.  But before I launch into that, let me note that describing what PR is doesn’t negate the significance of underscoring what it is not, or ought not be.  Selling publics on a product, service or idea is not what public relations is about.  And that simple statement is apposite to a whole universe of activities that cross every imaginable type of organization, no matter its size (General Motors to Britney Spears Inc.) or origin (an entrepreneur with a widget, or a congress formed from a constitution).  So delineating what PR isn’t can be just as instructive as defining what it is, and consequently I don’t intend to abandon the former here in singular pursuit of the latter.

It used to be that the definition I packed around with me was this:

Public relations is the strategic management of relationships with stakeholders essential to an organization’s success.

(I defined “success” as an organization’s viability within its operating environment.)  This definition seemed to satisfy what was inculcated into my thinking by formal study and professionally seasoned opinion, as well as what my own aspirations for the discipline extrapolated from the theoretical ideal toward the end that’s practical application.  Although my own operational definition can’t be found verbatim anywhere in a textbook, it bears familiar trappings to what you’d find if you consulted one.  Speaking of which …

This suggestion of consulting a PR text has particular significance explaining my sometimes acerbic swipes at large portions of the “practicing” population.  The reason for my jaundiced regard — perhaps “disregard” is more genuine — of so many of my colleagues, particularly those in public affairs (i.e., public relations in the government sphere), arises from the all-too-frequent occurrence that these individuals trace their professional backgrounds from the ranks of journalism rather than public relations.  Indeed, I daresay the majority of public affairs and information officers, as they’re typically called, have never cracked open a public relations textbook in their lives.  Consequently, the public affairs profession has traditionally defined itself by what it knows best, namely journalism, or what’s best labeled (from the PAO perspective), media relations.

PAOs have pretty much yielded themselves up heart and soul as liaisons and pitch men to the news media.  That’s understandable because, for many, it was the center of their worlds at one time, and it’s what they feel knowledgeable and competent in dealing with from a government agency side of things.  We all tend to gravitate toward our comfort zone, and PAOs, PIOs and PR practitioners are no different.  However, the phenomenon is exacerbated by two additionally common factors.

First, even for someone who leaves her post-secondary institution with a major in public relations (less likely, he, since women outnumber men in the PR classroom by about four-to-one), there’s still a good chance she studied within a journalism school.  The proximity to, and exaltation of, the journalistic professions that necessarily come within that context are pervasive, and cross-pollination through the influence of basic reporting coursework requirements, journalism faculty and journalism majors is inescapable.  This is in spite of the fact that PR majors may outnumber journalism students by a wide margin.  (This was the case where I studied.)

Second in the race to bias public relations pros toward a media-centric focus concerns the means by which they enter jobs.  Ignorance of public relations as a profession is widespread, and that’s as true for folks who hire PR staff as it is for the overall population.  I say “staff” deliberately here to make allowances for the possibility that, in PR agencies (at least in theory), one could presume the hiring is done by experienced practitioners themselves.  But that caveat may be unjustified at this point in time because it’s also true that many of those doing the hiring within PR firms are older managers just as likely to have entered the trade through journalism or another media-related business like advertising or marketing, as in the public sector.  Still, within government, the probability is greatest that a public affairs officer is being hired by someone with no formal training in public relations whatsoever, accompanied by all the ignorance and misconceptions found in the general population.  This dynamic goes a long way toward explaining why the so-called press agentry model of PR is so firmly entrenched in government agencies; the practice is self-reinforcing and self-perpetuating.  Hiring managers simply bring on board those PA-types who share their parochial, ill-informed expectations of what public relations is all about, and thus staff agencies in favor of that dreadfully antiquated, restrictive model.  So public affairs personnel routinely function as no more than press agents and publicity hounds.

It’s a curious irony that this function is so easily served in state, local and federal government when it’s often unwanted, but so hard to come by in the private sector where business owners and executives desperately covet publicity, usually to no avail.  While serving in public affairs, I always found it rather comical to hear my private industry counterparts tell of their struggles to get news outlets interested in clients.  I pointed out that if they really got their jollies out of attention from the press, then they needed to work in government, where your agency will get noticed whether your boss likes it or not.  Personally speaking, I always welcomed the press scrutiny.  Public affairs is one of the few areas of service where you have a mandate to come clean with the citizenry; full disclosure is the order of the day.  If you don’t, then you’re not fulfilling your obligation to the people, and that includes yourself.

Well anyway, returning to the original subject … [Just to remind readers who fell asleep or lost track, I was addressing the matter of defining PR.]

The definition I offered above (as one might infer, and as I implied) is one I’ve replaced more recently because it largely overlooks another element that gets a lot of coverage by PR scholars, but is too rarely acknowledged or practiced outside academia; this is research.  Now, I don’t mean research as in, what academics themselves do, but rather, research as a natural function of the PR practitioner’s efforts toward managing the organization’s relationships.  One can’t improve relationships if they don’t know the organization or its stakeholders, and that requires research.  But as a matter of practice, PR types aren’t usually asked to do this; in fact, to the contrary, they are typically expected not to indulge in an activity generally thought by management to be unproductive or otherwise redundant.  This outlook reflects that the client already believes it knows itself intimately, and certainly doesn’t require any insight into its publics that the marketing department doesn’t already know anyway.  Furthermore, it dismisses the managerial/strategic role that a sophisticated realization of public relations might contribute.  What management wants of the hired PR guns is to follow orders, which means serving as publicity mouthpiece and media technician, a task for which, judging by the available evidence, Capstrat was gladly willing to step up to the plate on behalf of Blue Cross and Blue Shield of North Carolina, à la, the Bomb Obama’s Health Reform Offensive.  The video spots (most likely only one part of Capstrat’s duties for BCBSNC) show no sign of research-based public relations; they’re simply spinning out the client’s position using the very language and imagery health insurers love to invoke to polarize the issues and shut down constructive debate.  No investigation of the facts was necessary to produce them; indeed, they are utterly void of content in that respect.  Again, as I noted emphatically in the earlier post, Capstrat is only churning out propaganda.

One could extract no support in condemnation of this glaring deficiency by turning to my old, obsolete definition of PR, and that’s a weakness in the common understanding of public relations — and my former definition of it — begging for remedy.  So I think I’ve summoned a solution by way of a revised definition that not only underscores the value of research, but most importantly I feel, captures the spirit of doggedly independent inquiry public relations ought to pursue.

But for that new, improved definition, you’ll have to wait until the next gripping installment!

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Walk the walk, don’t talk it

Phone toting dog walkers, consider yourselves on notice.  Your roaming minutes are running out along with your furry companion’s patience.

Dog talker-walkerThe habit of chatting on a cell phone while walking one’s dog has become all too common. It’s not at all unusual to witness eager, devoted pups straining at one end of a tether with an oblivious human on the other prattling undeterred into a phone.

My own “observational studies” in an urban setting lead me to believe that as many as half of all leisure walks with man’s best friend are accompanied by cell phone conversations at some point during the activity. But while keeping in touch with two-legged friends and family might be commendable, Fido surely isn’t so pleased with your divided attentions.

The act of taking your dog for a stroll is a daily bonding ritual, and an opportunity for canines to develop mindfulness and manners, as well as social skills with other pooches and peeps they meet on the street. And for many busy professionals, it may be one of the few times during the week both man and beast can share quality time together.

So, friends, the next time you reach for the leash, ditch your wireless device at the door and give your hairier half the benefits of your full attention while the two of you strut your stuff down the street.  I guarantee you’ll both be happier for it.

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Not PR, just plain propaganda

If there’s one thing that nags the bejesus out of me, it’s when I hear something characterized as “public relations” when it doesn’t even closely resemble that discipline … which is quite a lot of the time, frankly.  The Washington Post broke a story last week, of particular relevance to North Carolinians, that perfectly illustrates my point.

The Post came into possession of some bootlegged copies of storyboards outlining three 30-second videos Blue Cross and Blue Shield of North Carolina commissioned as part of an opening salvo aimed against the Obama administration’s health care reform efforts.  The predictable irony was that

Capstrat produced several video storyboards for Blue Cross and Blue Shield of North Carolina. The company hired Capstrat to launch a campaign resisting insurance reform, even while Blue Cross representatives were making a show of support for Obama administration initiatives.

Capstrat produced several video storyboards for Blue Cross and Blue Shield of North Carolina. The company hired Capstrat to launch a campaign resisting insurance reform, even while Blue Cross representatives were making a show of support for Obama administration initiatives.

BCBSNC’s behind-the-scenes scheming was concurrent with some very public declarations of cooperation toward change issued by leaders of the insurance industry, including national representatives of Blue Cross.

The storyboards were the handiwork of a Raleigh-based consultant, Capstrat, which bills itself as a “strategic communications firm,” but is known to Triangle residents simply as a public relations agency, and was referenced as such by the Post writer.  And yet, the operative reality is that Capstrat is anything but a public relations agency.  It is exactly what it claims to be: a communications company, and apparently one that pretty much whores itself out to anyone in need of a finely honed bit of propaganda to fuel whatever self-serving, closed-minded agenda the client — BCBSNC, in this case — hopes to beat over the heads of whomever will submit.  Ruefully I’d note, this pattern of so-called PR practice is pretty much the industry standard.

Virtually across the board, public relations companies serve simply as media relations toadies for clients, both private and public, hoping to better manipulate their reputations or browbeat stakeholders into adoration, submission or silence.  It’s this arcane, parochial role, pursued uniformly and without dissent among practitioners in the field, that results in the laity’s universal misunderstanding of and general antipathy toward public relations.  The outcome is understandable, given the lack of visionary thinking in professional circles about what public relations practice might possibly become in gifted hands.

Which explains why debate concerning the nature of public relations is woven into the fabric of PR training from day one in the classroom.  Scholars in the field invariably begin the discussion synthesizing a definition of public relations.  And unlike, say, sociology, economics, business or political science (all of which, by the way, are integral to a sophisticated command of public relations), it’s a task easier said than done, and often leads to revealing debate.

By one 70s-era scholar’s reckoning, more than 470 different definitions of public relations were floating around at that time, hardly a groundswell of consensus.  I assure you, the situation hasn’t improved much by 2009, either.  (As a teaching assistant in graduate school, I once told a class that, given my way, any PR student who couldn’t rattle off his own operating definition of public relations on command come commencement day would be denied a diploma.  I suspect the number of PR degrees awarded each year would plummet to nearly zero.)

Granted, if we’re strolling through the academic community, there’s at least some unanimity on certain traits, most notably in the emphasis on PR’s management function.  And yet, oddly, most PR faculty are not seated within schools of business or management.  [I’ll spare you my excursus on the deleterious misalignment of PR curricula within the j-schools and comm studies departments of higher education.]  Consequently, lectures extolling the importance of a public relations presence in executive management are ineffectual against the easy-rolling undertow of communication science, which sucks gullible, unreflective students into the relatively accessible channels of writing and media relations, convincing them it’s better for employment cachet to beef up their portfolios with tangible end products.  The system is great at churning out technicians with no critical management savvy, kids with no hope (or aspiration, for that matter) of attaining positions of strategic leadership within the dominant coalition.  And in spite of instructors’ repeated turns squeezing ethics into class discussion, most students don’t really believe those matters will ever come into play in the tiny realm of their eagerly anticipated agency cubicles.  Which brings me back to Capstrat and its storyboards.

You see, once you’ve built your business on the model of farming out technical skills in the service of messaging (Capstrat likes to call them “stories,” but judging by the storyboards, I’m more inclined to regard them as fairy tales), it really doesn’t matter much exactly what the message is so long as it’s the one the client is paying for.

At its finest, public relations practice engages stakeholders in a lively roundtable of interaction that forever remains open to the possibility of change and movement among all the relating parties, including and perhaps most especially, the one managing those relationships.  Looking at the leaked storyboards (“preliminary” though they might be) and analyzing our way back, it’s obvious this higher vision wasn’t in the minds and intentions of BCBSNC, nor its agent, Capstrat.  (There’s no need to cover all the gruesome details here.  For those interested, non-profit research group Media Matters offers an incisive rundown of BCBS’s contradictory behavior.)

If propaganda is defined as the systematic communication of a doctrine with intent to elicit compliance or ascent, then Capstrat is clearly complicit with Blue Cross and Blue Shield in waging a propaganda campaign.  The storyboards generously utilize card stacking (selectively presenting facts) and name calling (labeling without regard to applicability), both persuasive techniques historically characteristic of propaganda.  In fact, the Capstrat storyboards are a monument in themselves to selective omission, not only because they don’t present facts, but also because they depict Washington insiders as incapable or unwilling to address basic questions.  Capstrat even employs what’s called a Plain Folk technique by positioning the insurance industry in sympathetic association with a bewildered Hispanic woman seeking answers to medical needs — the only ethnic reference in the three storyboards, incidentally, and a transparent appeal to North Carolina’s rapidly expanding immigrant population.

But wait, that’s not all!  There’s a personal connection here that further muddies the ethical waters.  According to reporter John Murawski of The News & Observer, Capstrat founder and CEO Ken Eudy stood in as best man at Bob Greczyn’s wedding … that’s BCBSNC’s helmsman Bob Greczyn.  Well, if that doesn’t lend a whole new level of meaning to “sleeping with the enemy.”  I guess Eudy must’ve forgotten all about the PRSA core principle addressing conflicts of interest when he said “I do” to Bob on that one, eh?  Oh yeah, I forgot, Capstrat doesn’t practice public relations.  Yep, no denying that one.

I could wax cynical for hours about what a shameless example of “public relations” Capstrat represents to the profession, but that wouldn’t change Capstrat or the public’s skewed perceptions of PR in the least.  And it might only lead to further confusion about what, precisely, constitutes public relations … at least as it’s defined among those of us who’ve studied it and appreciate its potential to enrich a democratic society and improve the functions of commerce.

For now, let’s just recognize Capstrat for what it is: a keenly whetted tool of propaganda.

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Humming with delight

Sometimes, the smallest things (literally) make my day special.  Such was the case this week when I checked off a new personal first: watching a nesting hummingbird in the wild.

I set out for the north side of Umstead State Park on Wednesday  hoping to find owls.  But as I scanned the treetops for shadowy profiles of those resting giants, the lightening-fast blur of a much smaller bird snagged my attention.  It was a female Ruby-throated hummingbird zipping toward her nest!

Ruby-throated hummingbird

According to the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, the Ruby-throated hummingbird will supplement its nectar diet with insects. Because of the unfavorable viewing conditions, I was unable to determine if the glint at the tip of my hummer's beak in this photo was an insect or nesting material.

I’ve had the pleasure of observing hundreds of hummingbirds in the woods, at feeders and imbibing the succulent nectar of suburban flower beds.  But never before have I had the honor of observing an actively nesting hummer in the wild.  What a thrill!

This little lady had planted her home about 35 feet above ground on the slender branch of a pine tree.  So tiny was her abode — at a glance, the nest could easily pass for a small pine cone — it’s a miracle I even noticed it, and most surely wouldn’t have had she not first caught my vision by her dramatic arrival at the threshold.

She may have been only a dozen or so yards above the forest floor, but because of the tree’s situation on a slope and the necessity to move some length away in order to optimize the viewing angle, my vantage point was no less than 50 feet from the nest, at best.  Field glasses closed that gap quite a bit for the sake of observation.  But unfortunately, I was only armed with a 200mm telephoto on my camera, so I was at a huge disadvantage taking pictures, and never did get any images of this darling bird that were even remotely satisfying.  [Those shown here are presented solely for veracity’s sake.]

A Ruby-throated hummingbird sits peacefully observing her surroundings from her nest in Umstead State Park, Raleigh. The Ruby-throated hummer is North America's only breeding species of hummingbird. This one's behavior hinted at the possibility she might be incubating eggs.

A Ruby-throated hummingbird sits peacefully observing her surroundings from her nest in Umstead State Park, Raleigh. The Ruby-throated hummer is North America's only breeding species of hummingbird. This one's behavior hinted at the possibility she might be incubating eggs.

I watched her at work for well more than an hour.  There was honeysuckle blooming nearby, so I assume her frequent trips from the nest were to refuel.  It wasn’t clear to me, though, whether she was in a construction phase with her nest, or if she was actually brooding a clutch of eggs.  She’d vanish for a few minutes at a time, then return, quickly do what appeared to be some tending to the nest, and then settle back down in it for a longer period than she was absent, just peacefully looking about her.

Again, because I was so far beneath and away from the nest, it was impossible to make much of what little I saw.  (Oh, and there’s nothing guaranteed to give a photographer egregious neck cramps quite like spying on animals up in the tree tops for any length of time.)  The whole experience was a coveted treat, nonetheless, in spite of the less than ideal conditions.  In fact, I’m not sure but what I didn’t part company from my tiny new friend humming a happy tune.

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New pandemic takes off: avian envy

Blue heronI went roaming about in the woods yesterday and came down with an acute case of avian envy.  You wouldn’t think it could be so virulent, but then the disease vector cuts across so many lines of genus and species, it’s hard to avoid catching the bug … which stands a good chance of having wings itself.

It was plain the day was too lovely to waste indoors.  So with camera in hand, I headed over to Lake Crabtree County Park, by way of Umstead State Park, using the bike and bridle thoroughfare better known as Reedy Creek Trail.  (My preferred horse was of the spoke and alloy sort.)  I wasn’t disappointed.Dragonfly

Nature never fails to delight me with her fresh surprises and routine enchantments.  Occasionally though, she particularly impresses upon me just how much life there is on the wing, and what a rather dull lot we earth-bound humans are by contrast.  We simply assume a place of superiority among all God’s creatures by virtue of our voluminous brains and opposable thumbs.  And yet, as I pedal-plodded my way over the miles, it occurred to me that in the matter of locomotion, we seemed to have missed the boat.

Out in the woods or by the lake, I couldn’t step five feet in any direction without encountering an animal with the capacity for flight.  It’s not just the obvious choices like the songbirds, fowl and raptors, either.  I mean, just think about all the invertebrates — our planet’s largest category of life — that Butterflydepend upon wings to get themselves from one place to another.  I even came across a clumsy, humble dung beetle who gave me a brief glimpse of his flying ability after deploying a pair of shiny black wings from beneath his tough little protective carapace. And although this doesn’t apply to yesterday’s excursion, one can venture to habitats where it’s possible to find mammals and fish that, while perhaps not strictly commanding powered flight, do have the ability to glide from tree to tree and astride the ocean winds.

Aerodynamics is so integral to the function of the earth’s ecosystems that I seriously doubt we could fully grasp the consequences were all the animals with wings to have them suddenly taken away.  The distances these Redwing blackbirdcreatures travel may vary anywhere from mere inches to migrations spanning continents.  But in all cases and by proportion to their size, they break free the bonds of gravity, leaving terra firma to go farther and faster than any human possibly could, and going in style.  They don’t have to mull it over or do an equipment check; they don’t get safety training, file a flight plan or even hold a license.  They simply spread their wings … and go.  And how could one not envy that.

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Hate the sinner, not his free speech

I won’t deny for a minute that the very thought of his e-mail made me squirm in my seat.  But it’s why I cringed that’s the point where I part company with Governor Beverly Perdue and state Rep. Alma Adams.

As The News & Observer unraveled the tale behind Doug Fox’s sudden resignation as chairman of North Carolina’s Alcoholic Beverage Control Commission, I had to wonder which fifth of his beverage of choice Fox was downing when he hit the send button on the message that’s come to launch his speedy exit.

[For readers still in the dark, following the election of Barack Obama last November, the ex-ABC chair forwarded to a lobbyist an e-mail he’d received that included a doctored photo of the White House lawn as a watermelon patch with the caption, “"There goes the neighborhood ...” and the message subject, “how true.”  The N&O and sister publication The Charlotte Observer, which had obtained a copy of the e-mail from an unnamed source, confronted Fox with it last week, then presented the message to the governor’s office on Tuesday seeking comment.  Fox tendered his resignation shortly thereafter.]

It was bad enough Fox, an attorney in private practice, lacked the professional presence of mind to trash the item then and there, or that he would choose to compound his risk of exposure exponentially by forwarding it to a registered lobbyist in the liquor trade.  But add to it that Fox is, presumably, a Democrat himself, and one who’d hosted a fundraiser for Perdue, and … well, one’s left to conclude what other reason could he claim to explain the obvious sour grapes following Obama’s victory than raw, undistilled bigotry.

And yet, I find it bothersome that Perdue’s reaction pointed to Fox’s conduct as being “offensive.”  Actually, to be precise, it didn’t even go that far.  Her statement only passively denounced correspondence — expression, if you will — of the sort in which Fox participated.

But the truth at issue here isn’t whether the altered photo’s sophomoric racism is offensive, or at least it shouldn’t be.  What’s at issue is whether Doug Fox is the sort of person the governor wants associated with a position of public authority.  (Fox wasn’t a Perdue appointee, by the way.)  Aside from the fact he exercised abysmal judgment on several levels, apparently he’s a throwback to the state’s Jim Crow era, as well.  So there’s no telling just how tainted his decisions might be by the basest of human hatreds.

Honestly, it was a blessing we found out what a lowlife Fox really is.  In that sense I say, hoorah for free expression.  What if he’d chosen to suppress his true leanings merely for the sake of appearances, or from an aversion to giving offense honed by political ambition alone.  Why, he might still be an ABC commissioner, or perhaps even go on to serve in some more crucial role.  But instead, Fox chose to document his true character for posterity, the press, and the people of North Carolina.  Now, Beverly Perdue has undeniable evidence of where this guy’s heart lay, and it’s certainly not with serving all the state’s citizens equally.

As leader of the Legislative Black Caucus, Rep. Alma Adams also had every reason for indignation and alarm when she learned of Fox’s behavior.  Unfortunately, it wasn’t Fox’s actions — or their underlying motives — she condemned.  Most definitely, the e-mail was insulting to the president, as she stated.  But people all across America insult presidents in the privacy of their homes and thoughts every day.  Gladly, some aren’t even so private about it.  But that’s our Constitution’s First Amendment at work, and a glorious work it is.  Because with it, we get to learn the truth about people and scrutinize our leaders’ attitudes.  On the other hand, the more we seek to censure “offensive” speech and quash public officials’ authentic expressions of belief, the less believable their public personas become.  Consequently, the scanter becomes the information by which citizens can assess the trustworthiness of those public servants.

Perdue was right to remove Fox from office, and that Adams voiced alarm over the incident is equally understandable.  But it’s disingenuous and counterproductive if their responses focus on the content of an e-mail rather than what’s revealed about its sender.

The greater the pressure we collectively impose on public officials to conform their appearances to an innocuous, bland and inoffensive standard of expression, then the less we come to truly learn who really is and is not a friend of “We the people.”

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