Alberto Gonzales

If anyone was wondering how long an elected Administration official can get away with lying to the public and Congress for – the answer is about 6 months; and we have US Attorney General Alberto Gonzales to thank for that insight. The troubled Gonzales finally bowed the chorus of calls for his resignation, ending a farcical period for the Bush Administration and its allegedly non-partisan Justice Department.

Gonzales became Attorney General in February 2005, after a Texas law career marked by a long association with Bush. Most notably, Gonzales was appointed Secretary of State (of Texas) and elected to the Supreme Court in that state – both personal nominations by then Governor Bush. If nothing else, the Bush Presidency has taught us how valuable he regards loyalty (certainly above competence), and Gonzales is a loyal foot soldier (yes man), if ever there was one.

Gonzales proved to be an invaluable tool in Bush’s War on Terror, presiding over the obliteration of many the basic rights prisoners of war have previously been granted. He was instrumental in the creation of Camp X-Ray (Guantanamo Bay), the necessary side-stepping of the Geneva Convention and the designation of detainees as ‘enemy combatants’ (thereby leaving them in legal limbo). His suppression of habeas corpus (the right to seek relief from unlawful detention; literally the prisoner’s right to appear before a court) consigned many, like David Hicks, to languish in Gitmo with no oversight.

Still, it wasn’t until Gonzales pressed his luck in the homeland that his actions came under closer scrutiny. His role in laws allowing warrantless eavesdropping on American citizens and the dismissal of 8 US Attorneys (for political reasons, ie: they were not sufficiently pro-Bush) sparked particular outrage. Congress’s questioning of Gonzales turned into a circus as his memory failed him. In one sitting he was heard to say “I do not recall” over 70 times! He was subsequently accused of lying to congress, a charge Stephen Colbert hilariously defended, on the basis that maybe Gonzales is just retarded (see below).

In all, it’s a great relief to many that Gonzales is gone. Coupled with the departure of Iraq War architect Donald Rumsfeld and Root of All Evil, Karl Rove – a light is appearing at the end of the dark tunnel that has been the Bush Presidency. Now, if only we could do something about Cheney, and Bush himself, we’d be getting somewhere.

The Straight Talk Express

Lately, it seems to me that dishonesty has become a disproportionate part of the society I live in. It’s probably a consequence of getting older and having the naivety of youth stripped away (or at least eroded), but I’m feeling like lying is the new black (I appreciate that maybe everyone always lied this much, but this is the first I’ve heard of it). As I bumble my way through my day, more and more often, I’m becoming entangled in one tangled web of deceit after another (and not small lies either, but complicated, interwoven tales that require effort to create and to maintain). Such are the lengths of some of these imaginings that it is often necessary to take a break from logic and reality to maintain my sanity.

The fashion of bending, shaping and sucker punching the truth comes undoubtedly from the top down in our culture. Politicians are so synonymous with lying that the concept has become a cliché. Still, I guess I often marvel at the extent to which the lies are peddled to and accepted by the public; it seems that there is no limit to the spin. Take the scandalous case of the Liberal pre-selection for the federal seat of Cook as a recent example. The nominally chosen candidate, Michael Towke was accused of branch stacking, blatantly making up his CV – including his education and work experience, and of being part of a right wing conspiracy involving my nemesis. Instead of disciplinary action, the state executive of the Liberal party has given its full support to Towke (despite compelling evidence) – in exchange for his withdrawal. The solution then was to counteract Towke’s initial set of lies with some Liberal Party sanctioned ones. He who lies last, lies loudest.

There would of course be 1000 other examples every day – the strange thing at the moment though is that getting found out in your lie doesn’t seem to have consequences. Iraq had no WMD’s, there was no actual evidence to trial David Hicks, Mohamed Haneef was not a terrorist and the world won’t end if the next US President is a Democrat. Peter Costello does not have mystic power over interest rates, Kevin Rudd is not (generally) a drunken pervert and nuclear energy is not the slippery slope to the apocalypse.

This sort of environment makes politicians who specifically purport to tell the truth all the more popular (though none ultimately follow through). It’s the reason John McCain was such a popular Presidential candidate for a time back in 2000, driving around as he did in a bus dubbed the ‘Straight Talk Express’. It also explains why his popularity has waned of late; he got all establishment and forgot to just keep telling it like it is. In Australia, we generally lack a straight talker, but Kevin Rudd is trying and I appreciate his effort. Note it down now though, when it comes time for this Presidential Campaign to lift off, it will be on one key platform: the truth.

Until then, I have few suggestions for fighting back against the culture of deceit. There will always be liars, and there will always be people who are prepared to be lied to. You can all start though by weeding out the more elaborate webs that have been spun in the corners of your lives and refuse to accept the dreamy imaginings your associates have some how manipulated into ‘fact’. Breaking down these most audacious of stories will help bring us back to a situation where lying is the exception and not the rule. After all, indulgence makes us complicit in the lie - as Homer Simpson famously pointed out: “it takes two to lie: one to lie and one to listen.”

Gossip-mongering

Across the world, it was a busy news weekend. Hurricane Dean lashed Jamaica and generally terrorised the Caribbean; the Gaza strip was plunged into darkness following the EU’s cancellation of fuel aid; space shuttle Endeavour prepared for re-entry despite damage to heat shields (a fearful reminder of the 2003 Columbia disaster); Mattel recalled 18 million lead tainted toys, and a suicide bombing in northern Iraq claimed up to 500 lives. Surely, these few examples were at the forefront (or at least in the top 10) of reports I saw over the weekend? Mmm, Nah.

Evidently, Kevin Rudd’s 2003 visit to a New York strip club is more news worthy than all of these, demanding an inordinate amount of airtime and comment (including 7’s Sunrise tour of the facility this morning). I have two problems in particular: 1. Our media has become so frivolous and focused on scandal and hype that it has forgotten its role as public educator (as distinct from entertainer) and 2. How far back are we to reach in order to smear an otherwise quality candidate, and how trivial need the offence be?

Firstly, our pathetic media. My criticism is restricted primarily to commercial television and print, as SBS and the ABC do a passable job of reporting with integrity and world context. It’s a favoured rant of mine and admittedly an easy target. Ten’s first at five circus, the current affairs phenomenon – and don’t even get me started on what passes for breakfast news. Over time the content has been continually watered down and jazzed up, lots of flashing lights and little that will invade your consciousness. Report on the fashion show, play up the latest P-plater tragedy, throw to the weather gimmick, finish with a panda bear wearing a nappy, and that’s a wrap. It’ll never cease to anger me. My solution is to beam Al Jazeera into all our living rooms – the details of which will be forthcoming in a future post.

The primary issue here is the extent to which we will all tolerate the smearing and muck racking that passes for politics these days. It seems that the campaign for PM has already degenerated into a contest about who can dig up the most embarrassing fact. Rudd’s wife’s multinational screws over some workers, Howard and Costello hate each others guts and both forget the name of the candidate they are supporting. All of which says very little about the quality of the candidate or their ability to be leader, let alone their little talked of policy positions. Rudd’s current Strip Club predicament is no different. Rudd’s clearly a family guy, not a noted beer enthusiast, and arguably an awkward geek. Still, he had a few too many to drink and got carried away with the (no doubt forced) male bonding. Who hasn’t been there? He woke up with a headache, a bag full of regrets, and no doubt that dirty feeling that won’t go away even after 1000 showers (that strip clubs are notorious for). Again, that doesn’t make him the Lone Ranger either. This isn’t a debate about the existence of strip clubs in our patriarchal (misogynistic) society – but a question over whether going into one means that you lack moral fibre or are unfit to lead our country.

I would argue not. Political leaders are human beings too and I wish the debate could be elevated above fear mongering and smear campaigns – and that we could have an adult conversation. Let’s talk about health care, our military commitment and the un-affordability of housing - and stop giving air time to year’s old scandal and gossip.

All Love is Equal

I have to say upfront that I’m not much of a protester. I traditionally don’t march, don’t sign petitions and most certainly don’t shout pithy slogans into a megaphone. This stems mostly from the feeling that no one in power is listening – if you get less than a million strong, it barely makes a ripple and you were better off staying home. Think work choices, voluntary student unionism and the war in Iraq. Come APEC time, the water cannons and marbles (to roll under the mounted police) will be out, but again it won’t change a damn thing. Bush will continue to do as Bush wants. My attitude, as you would all be well aware is to sweep to power, and make the changes myself.

This weekend though, I made an exception. I marched and chanted my way down Oxford Street, in support of same-sex couples searching for equality. While I maintain that Howard and Rudd were no doubt oblivious to this occasion (no doubt at the city to surf), it’s a cause I’ve long embraced. A June report by The Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission only increased the urgency of this issue in my mind, finding that same-sex couples were discriminated against in 58 areas of legislation. In the workplace, in relation to superannuation and in generally being recognised on all those occasions that only ‘partners’ are admitted (hospital visits, access to shared children etc). As was often said on the day, same-sex couple are segregated into a third tier (below married and de facto heterosexuals), often finding themselves in legal limbo.

It was a great day out. Various speakers highlighted the difficulties society has placed in the way of same-sex couples. I found none more compelling than the representative from Parents, Families, and Friends of Lesbians and Gays (PFLAG), who simply wondered why her 3 children (1 straight, 1 gay, 1 lesbian) were treated so dramatically different? Two are discriminated against and marginalised, while the other is free to love and be loved. Her sentiments reflected the slogan of the day: All Love is Equal.

In the end, I was pleased to hear that Malcolm Turnbull has decided to take up this fight (making him one of only a handful of high-profile politicians to be interested), but fear that full rights to marriage and children for same-sex couples remain unacceptably distant. The protests will continue as public support increases and if we have to wait until I’m President, equality for same-sex couples will be signed into law on Day 1.

Kisschasy

Kisschasy are a relatively new Aussie rock band and as of today, friends of the Administration. Their debut album United Paper People (2005) was catchy and is on pretty high rotation at the White Unit (I’m working my way towards the full house but c’mon, have you seen the interest rates?). I can highly recommend “The Shake” and “Water on a Stove”, if you want a taste of their infectious sound and you’ve probably already heard “Do-Do’s & Whoa-Oh’s”.

Not all rockers have a message though and prior to the release of Hymns for the Nonbeliever (2007) I would’ve generalised Kisschasy into that category. Catchy but not political. Their first single from the new album though, “Opinions Won’t Keep You Warm at Night” definitely does have something to say for itself. Something about John Howard being a bit pathetic - and Bush and Blair being in love. The lyrics aren’t all that strong or deep, but the clip is a cracker. This doesn’t classify as a war anthem, but I like where the boys’ heads are at.

The 48 Laws of Power

(Spoiler Alert: The Secret is that buying the book makes the woman who wrote it rich)

At the moment I’m reading Robert Greene’s 48 Laws of Power. It contains many valuable lessons for aspiring President’s and power hungry janitors alike. With the upfront premise that telling the truth is for suckers, it contains gems such as “use selective honesty and generosity to disarm your victim” and “court attention at all costs”. If you’ve been plotting a bloodless coup in the staff room or a hostile take-over of the typing pool, this book is for you.

Clearly the moralists amongst you will be arguing that deceit is wrong and that the ‘game of power’ should be avoided, let alone perfected. Greene though would (rightly) counter that the game is constantly in play around us, and to ignore it, is to become its victim. My philosophy is that knowledge is the real power – including knowledge of Greene’s 48 Laws, gleaned from the greater leaders, con-men, charlatans and artisans of history. Almost all of the laws I have sifted through so far have rung true to some extent, usually recognisable as incarnations of modern day snake oil salesman and Machiavelli wanna-bes.

Let me give you a practical example. Law 27: Play on People’s Need to Believe to Create a Cult like Following. In short, Greene proposes that the world is full of gullible people, dying to believe in something (anything) – and that this can (and has been for centuries) taken advantage of for personal gain. He even prescribes 5 steps to creating your own cult: Keep it Vague; Emphasise the Sensual over the Intellectual; Borrow the forms of Organised Religion; Disguise your Income and Set Up and Us-Versus-Them Dynamic. So, its simple. Start out with a generalist premise, the vaguer the better. Toss in some sciencey-sounding words and ‘expert testimony’. Install a hierarchy, and a way to increase your rank. While you fleece your followers, disguise the fact that their money is paying your team of butlers. And most importantly, create the impression that non-believers are out to undermine all that you worked for.

Not convinced that you get away with this crap in the 21^st century, or that Greene’s book has relevance? In modern times the establishment of a cult following seems to have gotten easier, not harder. It seems primarily to be a number of followers issue when it comes to credibility. David Koresh led a cult, while Ron L. Hubbard founded a religion. Faux religions though are not my beef today – it’s the tying of financial reward to mysticism that Law 27 particularly brought to my mind, in the form of The Secret.

The 2006 film and book are classified as ‘self-help’, sharing with you the secret law of attraction, summarised as: ask the universe for anything… believe you can have it… and it will be yours. The movie includes footage of a young boy wishing for a shiny new bike, and it being delivered coincidentally by his grandfather – not to mention a grown man changing the gears (on his sofa) of an imaginary Ferrari, before star-swipe to him washing that dream machine… It follows Greene’s steps eerily closely. Things are kept very vague (like how does wishing for a bike make it appear?), the screen is often shrouded in smoke amidst shots of old parchment and genies appearing from their bottles and the practitioners are given made-up titles (what the hell is a metaphysicist?). Other peddlers of the Secret give testimonials, amounting to: “I was poor until I started selling this myth, and now own a fleet of Lear jets”, leaving unsuspecting idiots naïve to the fact that it’s their money fuelling that fleet. The illusion is completed with the warning that sceptics are out there that will seek to suppress the secret and deprive you of your millions…

I can’t go on. Millions of suckers, dying to believe, all for the low low price of $49.95. In the year 2007, astride the information age, this hoax has been perpetrated on countless gullible souls. My antidote, other than becoming President and outlawing stupidity – is to get yourself a copy of Greene’s Laws and at least familiarise yourself with ‘the game’, and its insidious practices, even if you don’t intend to play it. Law 27 will save you from The Secret – while the other 47 laws will equally educate you about the devious facets of the world we live in.

I can guarantee you two things: 1) Greene's book is not 'self-help' - its history. Those ignorant of history are doomed and so forth and 2) you’ll need to actually get off your lounge to buy it – the universe won’t bring it to you, no matter how nicely you ask