While there are people out there trying to come up with solutions to the BP oil spill, there is little indication that there is much headway being made. The spill keeps spreading, more oil is being dumped in the Gulf, and BP Corporate seems to be keeping everyone with any desire to help at arm’s length. Of course, there’s also the British citizens claiming that Americans aren’t very pleased with them over all of this, but honestly, there doesn’t seem to be much proof of that.

Most are assuming at this point that Obama is going to be pinning all his hopes on the concept of closing the barn door after the horses have all left, by taking over the the claims process, theoretically ensuring that the people affected are compensated for their losses. And that may very well be his undoing, particularly when the Brits are questioning his credibility. This shouldn’t be unexpected, since Obama’s waited close to 60 days to bother talking directly with BP officials.

And there lies the biggest problem – the lack of communication amongst the stakeholders involved. That failure is snowballing at nearly the same rate that the Gulf is filling with oil. Instead of worrying primarily about making BP pay for the damages, it would be better if Obama was focusing more on solutions. Taking over full control of clean-up would be a nice start. Putting out a standing call for help to all corporations and individuals worldwide would be an even better move. Yes, it would be chaotic to say the least. Of course, a few phone calls to the environmental organizations out there to recruit people to manage phone calls, emails, and letters would be a smart first step. The point is that there should be absolutely no headlines about anyone offering help and being flat out refused. Whether it’s a group of people like Shoq Value’s #corral project, or Hollywood personalities like Kevin Costner, no source of ideas should be ignored.

Big corporations in the U.S. have been demonized lately, so it isn’t hard to understand why it would be difficult to come out suggesting something like radical tax breaks for companies that would do anything significant to help with the oil spill. Each minute that this situation isn’t addressed meaningfully is inches and feet worth of spoiled coastline. Eventually someone will come up with the bright idea to come up with an equation to figure out at least a reasonable estimate of the losses. The fact that Alaska still has not recovered completely from the Exxon Valdez spill should be plastered in the back of the mind of every person involved in the clean up now.

Talk this evening will undoubtedly limited to reassuring the public that the problem is of the highest priority in the White House, and that BP will be held financially accountable for the damages. We’ll have to watch in the coming months to see what effect that has on our relations with Britain. But it’s doubtful that there will be any mention of opening the floodgates, and taking suggestions from the public at large for solutions – doubtful there will be talk about incentives to encourage corporate America to lend a hand in the clean up. And those incentives are needed, because unless the clean up is directly related to the current business goals of any given corporation, there is no chance they’ll consider lifting a finger. Even if their business is management of disasters of this kind, they will do nothing unless there is some promise of benefit on their end, or if they are directly hired to help. BP is not showing any signs that they are interested in enlisting help, so that is a moot point. It is tempting to leave them to clean up their own mess, but since they are proving to be grossly ill-equipped to manage it, we need to take the reins. Hopefully Obama won’t be talking just about money from BP. It’s a small hope, and there’s little chance that the situation is going to change.

  • Twitter
  • Technorati Favorites
  • StumbleUpon
  • Facebook
  • Delicious
  • Digg
  • Share/Bookmark

Over at the Notion on “The Nation” website, Dave Zirin offers the hypothesis that the far right might dislike the World Cup either because of rampant xenophobia (my term, describing his description), or just plain old envy over the fact that team USA doesn’t tend to do very well. He also makes the point that there are many people in the U.S. that spend a great deal of time (and money) putting their kids through soccer programs. You know – those Clinton era Soccer Moms we heard so much about, but don’t hear about anymore.

Well, I’ve my own theories on why you don’t hear so much about soccer moms (like maybe a high profile hockey mom), but I’m here to tell you that we soccer moms could easily kick…. No. This is not about proving we’re tougher than those hockey moms, or anything else like that. But I will say that McCain and Palin stickers were far more common in our soccer complex parking lots than Obama ones, in spite of the fact that we’re firmly in Blue territory here in the Pittsburgh Metro area. And no, I’m not even going to begin to analyze why that is.

What I am going to say is folks like Beck and Liddy need to be very careful when they decide to open their mouths about sporting events on the world stage – you know, where the teams represent nations, not cities or neighborhoods. It gets particularly sticky when you consider ones that come up once every four years. Sounds sort of like the Olympics, doesn’t it? And for good reason. The United States is the only country involved in the World Cup that doesn’t call soccer “football”. We’re the odd ones, that have players in protective gear kicking, passing, and running with an odd shaped ball, instead of kicking a round black and white ball. And honestly, there’s nothing really exceptional to that either, especially if you’re talking with someone from Britain – they think all that gear proves that our players are weak, since their rugby players don’t use it.

And regardless of the history of the game, the reason why it is so popular worldwide has everything to do with two things – the fact that it “can” be played with little expense, and it is easy for very young children to learn. The latter is probably one of the biggest reasons why we have so many soccer moms like me in this country. The soccer field is the one place where the really young can play, and get the experience of success in the game early on. It’s much easier for a pre-school age child to kick a ball into a goal than it is for that same child to hit a home run, or get a touchdown. Soccer, at least the way it is taught to very young children, is far less complicated than the other American team sports. And even though the object of the game, and many of the rules are generally the same between soccer and hockey, the kids don’t need to be on ice to play it.

Now, back to that unpatriotic display of nonsense that the country saw and heard out Beck and Liddy. Team USA at the World Cup is no different than Team USA anywhere else, in any other sporting event – period. You want to call yourself a patriot, you support your athletes no matter what when they compete on the world stage. And please don’t insult us by talking about your personal problems with people from other countries, and try to justify it as a common feeling shared by many Americans. We’re not all like you. Some of us even encourage our children to explore other cultures. And in all honesty, Beck and Liddy owe every child that plays soccer in this country an apology – and of course, they owe a public apology to Team USA at the World Cup. It’s the right thing to do.

—————-
Now playing: R. Kelly – Sign of a Victory (The Official 2010 FIFA World Cup Anthem) [feat. Soweto Spiritual Singers]
via FoxyTunes

  • Twitter
  • Technorati Favorites
  • StumbleUpon
  • Facebook
  • Delicious
  • Digg
  • Share/Bookmark

For most of my life, I despised it when anyone called me Betsy. I’d been known to threaten physical violence against any kids that dared to whisper the name in my presence, let alone call me by it. Begrudgingly, I sucked it up when older family members would call me Betsy, but only because of the fact that I had it drummed into me at an early age that I must respect my elders. That respect didn’t stop me from clenching my teeth, though.

I attribute the hatred of the name to a hot day in early July of 1976. The local, now defunct, daily “Standard Observer” paper – bought out later by the “Tribune Review” – sent a photographer to our house with a Betsy Ross costume from a local shop. My mother proudly forced me into the awful thing, sat me down in a rocking chair in our living room, and encouraged me to pose like I was sewing a flag they had placed in my lap. The picture appeared in the paper, and a color print of it sat as a daily reminder to me in my mother’s china closet for years.

Lately, I’ve gotten a little less annoyed with the reference, and even used a graphic with the front of the Betsy Ross House in Philadelphia as part of the background on my blog for a short time. Although I haven’t entirely embraced the name, I no longer have the urge to inflict pain on anyone who chooses to refer to me by it.

Beyond the ambivalent relationship with the name, I’ve been attached to the historical Betsy Ross for most of my life, at least through my relationship with the flag. There are a few “firsts” I’ve accomplished in my life, one directly related to Old Glory.

In the mid-eighties, my father and his friends at the local American Legion post convinced me to participate in the Memorial Day parade as a Girl Scout. I begged and pleaded with many other girls to come with me, but to no avail. So, on the day of the parade, I took a deep breath, and took my place behind the contingent of Cub Scouts and Boy Scouts, and marched – alone – carrying the flag. It was hot, humid, and humiliating, walking there all by myself between a group of boys in tan uniforms and a military vehicle. I heard the jeers and jokes from girls that chose not to join me, but kept my eyes in front of me the entire way, focusing on keeping that flagpole upright.

I was furious with my father, and was generally unbearable for weeks afterward. But a funny thing happened the next year – and every year since. There had never been a single Girl Scout in our Memorial Day parades up until that year I did it alone, but there has been a group of them present every year since. The Girl Scouts even managed to outnumber the Boy Scouts a few times over the years. What started as a joking statement – “Betsy Ross as a Girl Scout must be in our Memorial Day parade carrying the flag – who could be a better flag bearer?” – became the start of something I’m proud to say still stands today. A few Girl Scout leaders today probably still know who I am, and what I did, but it’s never mentioned. Occasionally I’ll get a salute or wink from them as they pass by on the parade route. It’s nice, but just the fact that the girls are there in the first place is enough for me.

It proves the statement, albeit on a small scale, that it truly does take one person to cause change. I keep that memory for myself, along with the other things I changed over the years. It isn’t something I consider I have the right to brag about, but it’s something that I’m proud that I did. And that’s what Flag Day is all about. It is a day to be proud, pure and simple. It is the day to show respect for our past, and rededicate ourselves to improving our future. It is the day to remember what our flag symbolizes, and reacquaint ourselves with how to use it with the respect it deserves. And if you like, it’s the day to take a moment and think of that other Betsy Ross from long ago.

  • Twitter
  • Technorati Favorites
  • StumbleUpon
  • Facebook
  • Delicious
  • Digg
  • Share/Bookmark
© 2010 Everything in Its Own Time Suffusion WordPress theme by Sayontan Sinha

Secured for spam by MLW and Associates, LLP's Super CAPTCHASecured by Super-CAPTCHA © 2009-2010 MLW & Associates, LLP. All rights reserved.

Featuring WPMU Bloglist Widget by YD