Of course, I love politics.
Saint Patrick's day makes me think of corruption and why we need it. My Irish-born grandma had no question about the issue. "There is honest and then there is damn honest," she would say. It was good to be honest, but only a fool would be damn honest.
Self-righteousness about corruption was fine if you were a Dutchman or a Black and Tan who owned the country anyway, but if you were a Mick, and had to buy some influence, well, it was because you did not have any. However the injunction, "do not muzzle the ox that treads out the corn," may be interpreted by theologians, she knew it justified the small bribe to the building inspector or the cop.
Lincoln Steffens (Does anyone know who he is anymore? Do journalist read and revere him in school?) recognized the good the corrupt big city bosses did for common people. Reformers, for all of their pious self-assurance, ultimately served the interests of the aristocracy.
Harry Truman went back for the funeral of Boss Pendergast, saying if he did not he would be an ungrateful son of a bitch.
If you are in a system where a small bribe to the arresting officer can serve the same purpose as hiring an expensive law firm, access to the system is more democratic.
We may differ on other issues, but I have trouble getting exercised about accusations that Eddie and Rene have used campaign funds to pay for rat poison and dry cleaning.
We can either elect independently wealthy candidates who will serve the black and tans or we can elect people who need the money. Since neither state representative nor state senator pay enough to survive, we fairly well insist that the lawyers accept clients to peddle influence and the non-lawyers start consulting companies to peddle influence.
These are the choices: elect the rich, elect a saint or expect some trade of influence for the good life. Saints are in short supply and as a rule I would prefer little corruptions of a broke candidate to the big structural corruptions of a rich one.
This being the case, there are two rules for the office holder: 1. Don't be too greedy. 2. Try to peddle influence to the less odious players.
1. The sin is less in the corruption, than in getting rich in office. Lyndon is said to have lamented that people did not love him because he got rich in office. Pigs get fat and hogs get slaughtered.
2. Don't peddle to the TMA, credit card companies, asbestos companies and tax collection lawyers. Peddle to unions, environmental organizations, personal injury lawyers and teachers. They don't pay as well, but you will be more likely to go to heaven.
In truth, as far as I know, my old grandma never prayed to Saint Patrick. Usually it was Saint Jude. Saint Patrick may have been the patron saint of Ireland and chased out the snakes. Saint Jude, though, took care of hopeless causes. We needed miracles more than we were worried about snakes.
8 comments:
Interesting. You and Merovingian ought to kick up your feet and set a spell.
I have to keep going, because I can't afford my shrink and I need the therapy.
I can afford my shrink, he just was not helping so I returned to blogging.
I meant together, perhaps to compare notes. You both suffer equally from rhetorical hyperbole and it is similarly unclear as to whom is the more verbose.
Ed, I'm so surprised you'd say this! No slippery slope worries?
B.
If you mean slippery slope worries on mental health issues, yes,always.
If you are asking about slippery slope worries on corruption, I would love to be an absolutist. I think anyone seeking power should first sell all they own and give it to the poor and then live a life of poverty and precarity.
I don't buy the argument that material success equals corruption.
But then, I'm one of those crazy libertarians. We like principle and money.:)
I know, down here, those concepts are considered mutually exclusive.
B.
I guess I'm an old Puritan in some ways, or maybe my memory is just too long. The down side to the bosses of old was that they would rule no matter what, so if you couldn't be bribed, well, that was your fault. and if someone slipped you a mickey and you found yourself in some compromising place, getting your photograph done with someone you would not introduce to your mother. Oh. You could just disappear, too.
As for local bosses, I recall that Big Eddie's first attempt at legislation was a bill to sell Port Mansfield. Or am I misremembering.
I do appreciate your take on the bosses of old, though. At the very least they got down and learned something about the people they bossed.
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