About Frank Moraes

Frank Moraes is a freelance writer and editor online and in print. He is educated as a scientist with a PhD in Atmospheric Physics. He has worked in climate science, remote sensing, throughout the computer industry, and as a college physics instructor. Find out more at About Frank Moraes.

Politics: 14 January 2011

The Middle Ground

In today’s column, Paul Krugman discusses the fact that while it is a good idea for us all to listen to each other, what we are likely to find is that we really do disagree with each other. He points out that on the one side, we have people that really do think that taxation is theft and regulation is tyranny. On the other, we have people who believe in a market system, but who think that those who do well should be taxed to provide a social safety net. Given this, there really isn’t any room to compromise. He is fundamentally right that is the political dialog in America, but I’m not sure he is right on the compromise front.

The truth is, the possible political dialog is far greater, as seen in many other countries. The American liberalism consisting of a free market with a social safety net is already a compromise with early, more strident forms of egalitarian systems. The real choice is between socialism and classical liberalism; the compromise is the mixed economy of the New Deal and the Great Society. The compromise is modern liberalism.

What is so frustrating about political debate in the United States is that virtually all who wish for a libertarian ideal, not only don’t really want it—they don’t even know what it is. They don’t see all of the government infrastructure that allows the free market to flourish. One step back from that are all the people who hate socialism except as it affects their lives. For these people, all of American socialism can be found in that 20% of the federal budget that is not Social Security, Medicare, and the military. And one more step further, we find all the rich who suck off the tit of taxpayer money, as so brilliantly exposed by David Cay Johnston in his book Free Lunch.

Marx’s idea of socialism was that a country (or the world) would be so wealthy that it would not have to use humans as glorified pack animals and thus each person would be freed to find fulfillment in life as he saw fit. Yes, this is an overly optimistic view of the future. As I have complained elsewhere, the main problem here is not that we don’t have the economic ability to do such a thing—it is that the vast majority of people want to do exactly the same thing: sit around watching TV. But this itself may be an indication of just how disillusioned everyone is with our political/economic system. Regardless, I don’t think that Marx’s utopia is any more far fetched than the libertarian utopia.

As long as we say that mixed-economy liberals need to compromise with libertarian or socialist utopians—we are lost. The mixed-economy is the compromise. And, of course, we are lost when people equate The Communist Manifesto with Mein Kampf (as many did over the last week). I’m not suggesting that either book be a blueprint for political action—only that the books have little in common other than being revolutionary in nature; that Mein Kampf alone is a racist, militaristic screed (in fact, I believe but for the racism and WWII, it would be acceptable reading today—that Glenn Beck would recommend it); and that I’m sure no one I heard equating them had read either. When we can take seriously utopian libertarianism, but not utopian socialism (as found in The Communist Manifesto, not Mein Kampf), we have a real problem. When our debate is between center and right, where do we move? Center-right? And then where? Hard-right?

Are we really going to abandon a system that worked pretty well up to 1980—and lesser so thereafter? All for a mythical ideal that most of its proponents don’t even understand? I hope not. But then, we have already abandoned so much. I can see things getting much, much worse. I’m not one of these idiots who believe, “We live in the greatest country in the world!” But we still live in a pretty damned good country. The problem is: the trend is bad.

Politics: 13 January 2011

Jon Stewart Does Have Balls—Today, Anyway

The last two nights of The Daily Show were very funny. The 11 January 2011 show was very funny—the best I’ve seen in a long while. And then, last night’s show was also very funny, but even more important, Jon Stewart showed that he actually did—contrary to all the evidence over the past year—has a properly functioning set of testicles. He really took Tim “I look as ridiculous watching hockey fights as John Kerry did hunting birds” Pawlenty to task. He pointed out that Pawlenty supported Bush’s bad legislation (not that that narrows it down much), “No Child Left Behind.” Then he asked the question (not an exact quote as shown by the lack of quotation marks): don’t you think that if Obama had introduced the same bill, most Republicans would have been absolutely against it and Glenn Beck would have railed against it with big posters of Stalin? Pawlenty, of course, obfuscated. But good for Stewart.

Succulent Succulents

Years ago, when I lived in Coronado, I used to take long walks around the neighborhoods and steal bits of plants from front yards I would pass. I didn’t dig up flowering shrubs in the middle of the night, if that’s what you’re thinking. I didn’t even pick flowers to put in a vase when I got home because that’s just rude. All I would do is snip off little bits from the plethora of succulents that grow in Southern California with very little maintenance and root easily. No one ever missed those little plant tips and I loved them.

Succulents are low maintenance (in the Pacific Southwest), slow growing, and can be combined in beautiful arrangements. I would occasionally buy one, but, even though they weren’t expensive, I didn’t have much money to spend on things I could just as easily pick up in someone else’s yard. I had to leave most of my plants behind when I moved to New Jersey. I did bring a few, but they don’t seem to enjoy the seasons the way I do. Actually, neither of us flourishes during the winters here, but at least I survive. Indoors, the house had very poor light and outdoors had blistering sun on the front porch and airless shade in the backyard. My green thumb didn’t do well here either, causing me to forget to water the plants in a timely manner. Most of my hardy little friends succumbed.

Here in the Garden State, whenever I would go to a nursery, the rare succulents I came across were priced as though they are exotic, delicate plants that must be carefully nurtured for years and then harvested by highly skilled gardening professionals. Why pay a fortune for something that will most likely shrivel up and die before it’s even paid off? You can imagine my delight when I found this lovely sedum in a fabric store of all places and for only a dollar!

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It was in a small display of little variety, but looked much healthier than any that I had come across at the nursery in Home Depot. I spent a few minutes choosing the nicest one and placed in the cart so it wouldn’t get knocked over while I was shopping. When I went to the check-out register, I was a little irritated with the careless way the cashier bagged the plant, but I quickly had it sitting upright again and got it home undamaged. I had noticed at the store that it was very light and dry, an indication that it hadn’t been watered recently, so I was even more pleased to think it had survived so nicely and long enough for me to rescue it from certain death. As I took to the sink to water it, my self-satisfied pleasure dissolved in an instant. I had just bought, and carefully conveyed home, a fake plant.

Zombies (and Kory Stamper Fans) are Attacking!

When I was a kid, no film frightened me like The Last Man on Earth. Most people had a similar reaction to Night of the Living Dead, George Romero’s excellent fright-fest (which itself was based at least upon Richard Matheson’s novel I Am Legend, if not its first film adaptation—that Matheson co-wrote: The Last Man on Earth). But to me, the combination of zombies and being entirely alone made The Last Man on Earth far more frightening (even though, I must admit: Night of the Living Dead is a better film—and the remake is better still). If you don’t know The Last Man on Earth, check its trailer:

The Last Man on Frankly Curious!

Why do I bring this up? Because I feel like I am the last man on Frankly Curious—fighting off hundreds of zombies attacking me every night, trying to break in. Ben Cortman may not be leading them, but I hear their yells, “Moraes, come out!” And “Moraes! We’re going to kill you!” Who are they? Spambots! And what do they want? To drink of the blood of my Google Rating!

Every night a couple of hundred spambots try to post here. And every night one or two get through. And every morning, I gleefully drive a stake through the hearts of these bloodsuckers. What the posts say doesn’t really matter, but they are kind of interesting. There are three kinds of spambot zombies; you can tell by what they post:

  1. Simple ads: “Winter is when the mice, rats and other pests all try to get into the warmth of your home. Do you have the right pest control products to stop them from infesting your home. Visit our online pest control products at http://www.SomeEvilFuckingCompany.com to get the best pest control and free technical support at http://www.SomeEvilFuckingCompany.com.” Note: this posting was not for a company selling pest control products; it was for one selling outdoor gear. Go figure.
  2. Fake humans who just loved my article: “Excellence article I must said :) …Thank you for your information, I’ve been looking for this information for a long time. very useful” (I actually really like the syntax of that first sentence!).
  3. What Michelle Delio calls Random acts of spamness: “Daphnia blue-crested fish cattle, darkorange fountain moss, beaverwood educating, eyeblinking advancing, dulltuned amazons….”

Google: Release the Zombies!

And what do they get—all these zombie spambots? Certainly not clicks. All their attacks are an effort to put links on my pages so that Google will think that an article about Don Quixote translations really does link to a penis-enlargement site. And so, in this way, at least, Google is being evil—or at least encouraging evil with its algorithms. But what can Google do?

Brad DeLong provides two sources claiming that the spammers are winning the fight with Google. I think this is an over-statement. When it comes to the things that I search for, Google does a great job—better than any other search engine. The people commenting on DeLong’s post seemed mostly to be complaining that when they search for consumer products, they get a lot of spam. One guy complained that he had given up looking for reviews of consumer goods. What does he expect? I suggested that he subscribe to Consumer Reports.

Google: Release the Plagiarizers!

Another commenter noted that with so much plagiarism on the Internet, it was hard to find—for example—his original article on setting a wristwatch. (Now I know this sounds a bit trivial, but I get the impression there is something substantial here. For one thing, it isn’t like idiots read Brad DeLong. And for another, I’ve found the Internet hugely useful in learning how to do things my father should have taught me, like tying a tie.) I haven’t found a bunch of plagiarism on the Internet myself. Even on my hugely popular site (I don’t like to talk about it), I have only found one instance of a site totally ripping off an article (not that I look around for it; I have more important things to do like write this very unimportant article).

There is one way in which Google promotes plagiarism: Wikipedia. As any informed person knows: Wikipedia has a really bad search engine and Google is its de facto search engine. Try it yourself: go to Google and search for just about anything and Wikipedia will be in the search results above the fold. In my experience, Wikipedia is about half plagiarized. I recommend that anyone creating content on the Internet not link to it, and instead do a little research to find which website any given Wikipedia article (or part thereof) was stolen from. I can assure you, it is rare that any of the Wikipedia “writers” go so far as to look up something in a book—except, of course, the Harry Potter books. (If anyone thinks this series will really end at seven books, I have four words for you: Anne of Green Gables.) Please note: my wrath does not extend to the relatively small number of professionals—especially grad-students and post-grads—who provide the site with its few stellar pages.

(I should point out, that because of the nature of this site, I assume a lot of students plagiarize me, but that is between them and their teachers. I do hope that any harm that this site may do in this area is made up for in fostering a love of learning—at least in a small minority of my young readers. Anyway, I know that any student would have to at least rewrite what I had written; I have too definable a style: silly and snobbish simultaneously—that’s not easy to do! Oh: and arrogant too.)

Google: Release the Kory Stamper Fans!

I can’t be mad at Google, though. The truth is, they bring me a lot of traffic—almost all of it relevant. Google is the only search engine that does a good job of cataloging Frankly Curious—providing search results for the majority of my articles. Only Yahoo! comes close, and they catalog only 19 pages—not even articles! Bing may use the same database as Yahoo!, because they have the same pages cataloged. But Bing doesn’t even generate the tiny amount of traffic that Yahoo! does, but then, why would it? After all, I’m not selling microwave ovens.

But Google has released another creature on me: the Kory Stamper fan. Since I wrote my article about this hardly famous grammarian changing her hair color, I have been overwhelmed by her fans—or at least, people interested in her. They aren’t zombies or plagiarizers, of course. They are—I assume, because I count myself among them—the best people on earth—people who care about what is really important in life: grammar, etymology, and lightly caffeinated hot beverages.

As James Brown never sang (but somehow, I hear it in my head), “You got to take the good with the bad! Papa’s got a brand new bag!” (Okay: he sang some of it.)

Update: Last Night’s Zombie Attack!

There were only a few Kory Stamper fans last night, but I had me a big stake-driving morning. Early, there was the following twice from the same spammer, “this is one of the coolest websites i ever visited , nice job ,consider having a new reader.” (I have considered having a new reader, but I prefer to keep my old ones.) Then there was, “alarm watch Wow, this Post is really helpful! Thanks!” (Did it pick up on my reference to that commenter’s wristwatch article? Are my zombies that smart?!) And finally, there was, “cheap wedding dresses Wow, this Post is really helpful! Thanks!” If I wrote my articles for spambots, I would be glowing with pride!

Update: Good-Bye Zombies!

Shockingly, I have stopped receiving zombie attacks. Pretty much over-night, no zombie comments get through and my usage statistics have changed from roughly 300 per day to around 70 per day—which is roughly the number of unique visitors that I estimate based upon search engine and normal links. I have no idea why this has happened, but I’m not complaining.


More Stamper! More Brewster!

Want to know more about Kory Stamper, Emily Brewster, and the whole Merriam-Webster crowd? Then you are in luck (and in need of a proper life). Here are some other articles that may interest you.

Politics: 4 January 2010

Conservatives’ Brains

Colin Firth (yes, the actor) was doing a show for BBC-Radio 4 and ended up helping an academic study of the differences in the brains of conservatives and liberals. Firth, a liberal, said, “I just decided to find out what was biologically wrong with people who don’t agree with me, and see what scientists had to say about it and they actually came up with something!”

Conservatives, it seems, have large Amygdalae, which are responsible for processing and remembering emotional reactions. As such, they are what stimulates fear in us. Liberals, on the other hand, have large Anterior Cingulates, which are responsible for assessing the importance of emotion and motivational information. The study (sorry, no link) is small and thus open to question. What’s more, the size of brain parts does not necessarily mean that they are more powerful. For a questionable example: smart people don’t have bigger brains than dumb people (although from species to species there is a very strong correlation).

It should come as no surprise, however, that conservatives are motivated by fear and other lower, just above reptilian brain functions.

Two Days to Go!

[Note: this is a deeply personal reflection about my life. I think that it is of general interest, but it doesn’t deal with the nuts and bolts of the world that is the mainstay of this site. It is a story that I fear many people share to one extent or another—either from my perspective or that of my mother. If it is from the latter, I am truly sorry; hell is not supposed to be for children.]

I just realized why I hate holidays. Will was telling me about how even if he became a member of the Jehovah’s Witness church (whose members do not celebrate religious holidays), he would still feel as though he had to do Christmas for his kids, because his parents did it for him. That really got me thinking. As a child, I tended to dread holidays—especially Christmases—because my mother would almost always ruin them.

I don’t mean to vilify my mother; she was in most ways a great woman. She was very loving and (before the ravages of alcoholism) very smart and knowledgeable (amazing when you consider that she had only a grammar school education). When my mother was young, she was also very beautiful—a hottie, in the modern vernacular. But she was also deeply scarred in an emotional sense. As a child, she was sent from relative to relative and was sexually molested repeatedly by at least one uncle and probably also by her step-father. As a result of the molestation and (perhaps equally important) the shuffling, which would certainly have given her the belief that she was unwanted and unloved, she turned inside and found comfort in literature and drink. Even in her final days, she was always reading a novel—usually with drink in hand. Her taste was not mine—she especially liked historical romances, but she read widely—non-fiction included.

I think that holidays brought out the worst in her for two reasons. First, she had the feeling that they should be wonderful days but they always disappointed—they couldn’t make up for the emotional pain she felt throughout her life. And second, she couldn’t handle the stress of the holidays. And so she would get drunk and lash out at others—usually my father and usually without good reason.

As a result of this, I don’t really like holidays. I do like personal holidays. I love it when out of the blue I get a package from Andrea, who I originally bonded with over our shared addiction to thrift shops. And I love it when I find something that I think my father, for example, would love that I can give as a present for no reason in particular. But these are no-pressure, no-expectation events. If you will, “Practicing random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.”

So I am two days away from life returning to normal. I can hardly wait!

Update

In the mean time, follow the wisdom of Bill and Ted: “Be excellent to each other!”

Politics: 24 December 2010

Media Matters gives Sarah Palin Award

Media Matters for America gave Sarah Palin The 2010 Glenn Beck Misinformer Of The Year Award:

A Message from Mark Fucking Zuckerberg

Will was kind enough to send this excellent SNL clip to me. Let’s have a look, shall we:

It is absolutely brilliant, apart from being very funny. When Time gave “Person of the Year” to Mark Zuckerberg, I was not surprised. In 2001, they did not give it to Osama bin Laden—the clear choice. Instead they gave it to Rudy Giuliani—a lesser villain, but one with more power, I think. At that time, I decided that Time (never much more than a reasonable-sounding conservative mouthpiece—still the Faux News of its day), had lost all its credibility. Why does the mainstream media give a shit who Time thinks is person of the year? There is no doubt Julian Assange had a much greater impact on the world this past year than fucking Zuckerberg. In fact, I can’t think of anything particularly important that Zuckerberg did this year other than be the subject of a popular film.

Kory Stamper Lightens Hair!

Kory StamperFor those of you soulless masses who lead unimaginably boring lives, I will explain that Kory Stamper is an editor at Merriam-Webster. I have a terrible crush on her as well as her two colleagues at the dictionary company: Associate Editor Emily Brewster and Editor-At-Large Peter Sokolowski. How do I know about these people? Well, I might know Mr. Sokolowski because of his mention in a recent NPR article about the top ten words of the year. And I might know Ms. Brewster from her “Minced Words” column at CookThink. And I might have known about Ms. Stamper because she has her own fan club on Facebook. But I only found out about these things because I find myself on the Merriam-Webster website several times per day, and each of these editors is featured in short videos about word-related issues. I would embed one for you, but alas, Merriam-Webster is still living in 2001 in many ways.

I have reflected on the fact that Kory Stamper has her own fan club (with 179 members, no less), while I have found no fan clubs for the other editors. In a general sense, Stamper is cute—a descriptor that I doubt she, or any intellectual would be terrible happy with. This is not to say that Brewster and Sokolowski aren’t also attractive; I doubt they would have been chosen to make the videos if they looked more like, say, me. Stamper also appears to be the youngest of the three and we all know how much we love youth. But I don’t think either of these are the main issue. The truth is that Stamper is, for reasons that are not at all clear to me, very real on camera. I get the impression that she is talking to me and not a camera. And thus, I think that a lot of people feel they really connect to her—even though they don’t, any more than they do with Peter Sokolowski and Emily Brewster.

Having said this, I find that I am very disturbed about what Stamper has done to her hair. Throughout our relationship, she has always looked like this:

Kory Stamper: Before

And then—suddenly, without any warning—she lightens her hair! Here she is now:

Kory Stamper: After

I shouldn’t care—I know. But hey, what’s going on here? There is so little stability in life. Is it really asking so much for the Merriam-Webster editors to ossify their appearances? Next thing you know, Sokolowski will grow a beard—going for that Shel Silverstein look, and Brewster will start wearing contact lenses, for whatever reason someone would do that. And I know how this all ends: just when I get used to Stamper’s new hair color, she’ll change it back. Thanks Kory! I really needed that!

Update

For those men and women pining away for Kory Stamper, I feel as a public service I must tell you that as of 2006 she was married to a man who is the very definition of cool: a jazz musician. I’m not sure of the etymology of “cool” used in this way—undoubtedly Ms. Stamper could help in this matter—but I always think of Miles Davis with Birth of the Cool and Kind of Blue as what defines “cool.” She also has two children.

I know all of this because of an article that she wrote for Knitty called Extreme knitting: 2 socks in 1. She also wrote a blog called Harmless Drudge: abusing of God’s patience and the King’s English, which she discontinued in early 2007. I have two things to say on this matter. First: she doesn’t seem to follow The Chicago Manual of Style or even Fowler for her titles—most disappointing, but forgivable. Second: I believe our own Andrea English has a better site for such matters—Needlecrafter.com—which she too has abandoned (as of late 2008). Of course, I’m not very clear on the differences between all these different needle-crafty sorts of things. I’ve been meaning to research it and write an article here. Soon perhaps. But in the mean time, I did explain how a sewing machine works.

Update: It’s Not Just Kory

I noticed that one person recently made it to this page by searching Google for, “Emily Brewster and Kory Stamper are hot.” Does this mean we will soon see an “Emily Brewster Fan Club” on Facebook? Let me know if this happens. In the mean time, I will be watching for anyone searching for, “Peter Sokolowski is hot.”


More Stamper! More Brewster!

Want to know more about Kory Stamper, Emily Brewster, and the whole Merriam-Webster crowd? Then you are in luck (and in need of a proper life). Here are some other articles that may interest you.

Politics: 23 December 2010

The Mendacity of Hope

Roger Hodge has a new book out called The Mendacity of Hope. I haven’t read it. I don’t even have it, but I will after the holidays and I’m sure I’ll write about it. Until then, I bring you a couple of videos of the former editor of Harper’s Magazine making a lot of sense about President Obama. Here’s the first clip; I will have something to say after it.

The one place where I disagree with him is in saying that the angry left (progressives?) and the angry right (tea-baggers) have much in common. I agree that when I talk to tea-baggers, they do pretty much agree with me on what the problems are. However, they have this great super-power that allows them to deflect any facts that come near them. The angry left is mad about what is actually happening in this country. The angry right is just mad (in both common senses of the word). I think it is possible to get the AL and the AR together on some issues, but not one on one. Perhaps in a group, we might find one tea-bagger who, for whatever reason has a weakened “fact deflector.” If you could convince this person that he or she should support something sensible, it might work its way through the group. Think of it as finding a back-door into a super-secure Unix system.

Just in case you think that Hodge (or I) think that all these relatively minor accomplishments this month make up for Obama’s betrayal of us progressives over the past two years, he’s a clip from The Last Word with Laurence O’Donnell. Not that Hodge doesn’t have much to say, but it is well worth hearing.

Freedom’s Just Another Word for Not Having a Party

Today, The Alaskan Supreme Court threw out Joe “I Desperately Need a Shave or a Time Machine” Miller’s challenge to Lisa Murkowski’s write-in win of the Alaska Senate race, according to The Washington Post. In their POLITICS Digest, they report:

The high court on Wednesday upheld a lower court’s ruling that dismissed Miller’s claims of impropriety in the state’s handling of the election and write-in ballots for Murkowski. It found “no remaining issues raised by Miller that prevent this election from being certified.”

That’s good news, of course; but the really good news is that Murkowski is “going rogue” according to Meredith Shiner at Politio—contrasting her sardonically with Palin by noting that Murkowski does not gun down, “caribou on national TV.” She’s gone rogue in a meaningful sense:

Murkowski is already showing a fierce independent streak, becoming the only Republican to cast votes on all four items on President Barack Obama’s wish list: a repeal of “don’t ask, don’t tell,” a tax-cut compromise, the START deal and cloture for the DREAM Act.

The election it would seem, has freed Murkowski from the need to vote in lockstep with the Republican leadership and vote the way politicians in the minority used to vote. You know: before Newt Gingrich, Tom Delay, and Karl Rove gave us the modern Republican Party.

Take the Millions, Skip the Thousands

One of the Deficit Commission’s ideas for saving Social Security was to means test it. But by this, they didn’t mean depriving rich people from getting it. Instead, people making over a million dollars per years (not made: currently making) would not get Social Security benefits until they were 70 and then they might not get as much as they normally would. Gasp! Say it ain’t so! The people who have made the most money already pay the least as a percentage of their income. Then, when they retire, they get the maximum benefit amount. In other words: from each according to the inverse of his ability, to each according to the inverse of his needs.

How about this as a Social Security reform (I make no claims to this being original to me, not that I didn’t come up with it on my own): no cap on the Social Security tax (there is currently no tax on income above $106,800—making it a highly regressive tax); means test the hell out of the program: if you are making a bunch of money (amount to be determined), you don’t get any benefits; and means test the hell out of it again: if you have a bunch of money, you don’t get any benefits. Similar changes could be made to Medicare, but since I believe in a single-payer—Medicare for all—system, I’m not going to get into it.

Review of C Street: The Fundamentalist Threat to American Democracy

Jeff Sharlet’s C Street, the follow-up to his best-seller The Family: The Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power is a must-read, even though it is not as good as it should be nor what its title implies. The book is not tightly written, and not really about C Street, the $2 million three-story brick building in Washington D.C. Nor is it primarily about The Family that runs C Street—legally as a church, but practically more as a boarding house and bordello. The book starts and ends with C Street and The Family, but its heart is only interested in this subject on the margins. Still, the follow-up to The Family is frightening, motivating, and informative—the best researched political book I’ve read since Naomi Klein’s 2007, The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism. But C Street is better thought of by it’s subtitle: The Fundamentalist Threat to American Democracy.

C Street begins with an overview of The Family, which explains more about the Christian Conservative movement than any book in recent history. The guiding philosophy of this secret and powerful group is an interpretation of the Bible that is not only bizarre, but also counter to what the vast majority of Christians (liberal and conservative) believe. To members of The Family, Christianity has nothing to do with the poor, the needy, the marginalized—not directly, anyway. Instead, it is all about helping “the chosen” (read: “the powerful”) create a Christian world.

In one of the clearest examples of this mentality, Sharlet explains why Family members reject welfare programs. If the government takes care of the poor, how can the chosen show their worthiness by feeding crumbs to the poor? Sharlet destroys such thoughts with great ease:

The idea that the powerful are powerful because they have been “given” their rank and position—that they did not grasp for it, that they did not politick—is as deceptive as “noblesse oblige,” a moral sleight of hand that exists to preserve social class. So, too, its corollary, that the poor should be grateful for whatever blessings trickle down to them.

If this line of reasoning sounds repulsive to you, then you are a long way toward understanding The Family. But if you wish to fully understand The Family, you are better to read Sharlet’s earlier book, The Family. (There is surprisingly little over-lap between C Street and The Family, so there is no reason not to read both.)

After the brief introduction to the group and the building, Sharlet spends a chapter on the sex scandals that brought The Family out of the shadows. It is basically his take on this recent history. The chapter unfortunately assumes that the reader is already well aware of the cases of Senator John Ensign, Governor Mark Sanford, and Representative Chip Pickering; I was not; conservative sexual hypocrisy is not exactly news. So I was often confused, and it was only thanks to many Internet searches that I got things sorted out. After this, however, I found Sharlet’s treatment wonderfully humane—especially in the case of Mark Sanford.

The core of C Street is contained in the next two chapters that have relatively little to do with The Family and nothing to do with C Street itself. The first is the heartbreaking story of the anti-gay movement in Uganda, where David Bahati—a Family apostle in the Ugandan Parliament—is trying to make homosexuality a capital offense. It has been widely reported that Bahati’s bill is dead. This is largely due to Peter Boyer’s whitewash of The Family in his 13 September 2010 article, Frat House for Jesus in the New Yorker Magazine. This is not the case as discussed on Jeff Sharlet’s blog, Call Me Ishmael (with a follow-up the next day) and elsewhere.

Sharlet reports on a conversation he had with “a pretty girl named Sharon, at a weekly abstinence rally” at Uganda’s premiere college:

  “Have you ever met a homosexual?” I asked.
  “I have never!”
  “If you meet one, would you kill him?”
  “It’s hard for me to kill.” That smile. Those teeth. “It is hard for me to do it alone.”
  “But together?” She giggled and nodded.

Those claiming that this anti-homosexual legislation comes from “the people” are clearly wrong. How is it that this young girl believes it is right to kill a “homosexual”—a creature she has never even seen? Her understanding of this mythical creature is highly reminiscent of Borat’s understanding of Jews with their horns that he can “hardly see.” But this is not parody; this is reality in Uganda and Sharlet reports on it brilliantly.

The second important chapter concentrates on evangelicalism in the U.S. Military. It focuses on Mikey Weinstein of the Military Religious Freedom Foundation (MRFF) and its work to protect the rights of military personnel of all faiths. Most of those who the MRFF helps are Christians—96% of them, in fact. They are simply not the right kind of Christians. Sharlet explains the origins of the problem:

In the mid-1980s the Pentagon began accrediting hundreds of new evangelical and Pentecostal “endorsing agencies,” allowing graduates of fundamentalist Bible colleges trained to see those from other faiths as enemies of Christ to fill up nearly the entire allotment for Protestant chaplains. As a result, more than two-thirds of the military’s 2,900 active-duty chaplains today are affiliated with evangelical or Pentecostal denominations.

These two chapters make up almost half of C Street, and they bring vividly to light major problems we face today, moving forward: one domestic and one international. Both are related directly to The Family, but Sharlet never makes the case that this relationship is primary. He takes it as given that the philosophy of The Family is at the root of these problems, and that it is only at the margins (outside the United States and in the military) that this philosophy can be seen in its uncensored form.

C Street ends by coming back to where it started: the red-brick “church” on C Street in Washington, D.C., and a symbol for the all but invisible attack on the principles that we were taught to believe the U.S. stood for. And it gives us hope in the form of two unlikely Christian protesters at the 2004 RNC convention in New York City. One of them wears a paint-by-numbers Jesus, saying, “That’s not what I meant.” It serves as a perfect symbol of what is wrong with The Family and C Street. It also provides a relatively hopeful ending to a book that is relentlessly disturbing.

As much as I am sure that Jeff Sharlet is not interested in the C Street sex scandals, he is most assuredly using them to get an audience for a subject he is interested in—a subject we should all be interested in: the future of our secular democracy. The lurid appeal of these scandals certainly caused the book to be rushed to print before it was ready. There is no question that Sharlet did an impeccable job researching this book. But its prose is bloated and sometimes confusing; its style makes sudden changes from objective journalism to autobiography to awkward polemic; and its structure is a mess that never manages to coalesce into a cohesive whole. These are all editorial problems, of course; C Street reads like a first-draft—but a first-draft of a very good writer. The book still manages to be an engrossing and entertaining read. What is most important, however, is that the content is vital—even explosive: news we should use.