Showing posts with label wild eyed optimism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wild eyed optimism. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2011

Great job!

Boehner gloats that he got 98% of what he wanted in the debt deal and a few days later stocks take a nose dive. And I could not be happier. I hope they dive even further and the whole rotten to the core financial system tanks.

If it does maybe we can rebuild it like FDR did in the wake of the Great Depression. After all, it was FDR's policies and the rise of labor unions that made this country the economic powerhouse it was before Reagan began dismantling our prosperity. From the end of World War 2 to 1980 we saw the greatest growth and prosperity for the most amount of people in this country ever. Period. If our current corrupt system implodes in the wake of this idiotic deficit reduction deal, then maybe, just maybe we can get what we had back and then we can move forward to a more equitable and sustainable economic future.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Wasn't it nice?

Wasn't it nice to see a Presidential address where Dick Cheney wasn't sitting behind the President and sneering at us all?


Wasn't it nice to hear a Presidential address that was concise and clear?


Wasn't it nice to watch Bobby Jindal flail about as he tried to follow President Obama? Ok, you got me, I admit I didn't watch Jindal for that long. I got 30 seconds into it and it started making me ill so I turned the channel. But I heard later that he was so bad that even the FOX Noise talking heads said he was pretty bad. Jindal/Palin in 2012!

Monday, September 15, 2008

The mountain south

This photo was in that box of stuff I bought the other day at an antique store. I don't know if I could love it more than I do now.

Friday, February 1, 2008

That We May Eat

I picked this up the last week:

It's the 1975 edition of the Yearbook of Agriculture that was put out by the United States Department of Agriculture. It had been the property of our late unlamented douchebag Congressman Jimmy Quliien. I bought it at a thrift store for fifty cents. It's chock full of photos of food, scientists, and farms. The photos are at times beautiful, banal, or just plain weird.


I love this aerial shot of a pineapple grove.


And this one of how they're breeding pigs with less fat and more meat.


Speaking of pork products, here's a product they were really excited about in the book. It's a pork loaf. It was made by flaking off slices of meat and then adding fillers and binders and pressing it all into a loaf shape. Mmmm, it looks pig-a-licious!



There's a ton of pictures of scientists modifying food and plants.
And plenty of harvesting shots too.

And of course there must be pictures of happy people eating all that food we grew and raised.

And there must be shots of some of those oh so productive American farms.


Some of my favorite photos though are of people being tested in some way like these:
This gal was in an experiment that measured her levels of exertion as she went about doing household tasks.

I'm not sure what this one was all about but isn't it a great picture just the same?


You can see the rest of the great pictures from that book by clicking here.

Friday, January 25, 2008

Life in America

I just finished uploading scans of pictures from this book onto Flickr.
It was published in 1951. I'm sure you can imagine that any book about the south that has blacks picking cotton on the cover is going to be a bit racist and over simplistic. Well Sport, you'd be right. 1951 was a time of wild optimism about the everything in this country and at that time we had no idea what price we'd have to pay for industrialisation and all that wide eyed consumption. This book was part of the propaganda effort to make everyone comfortable with non stop mindless consumerism, pillaging of the earth, and the socio political and economic status quo.

I only scanned the pictures so you'll have to believe me when I tell you that you are missing nothing by not reading the text. This was a kid's book, for older kids like say around grade 3, 4, 5. I could tell as I read it that the author had probably never set foot anywhere south of the Mason Dixon line and he simply relied on encyclopedias, chamber of commerce brochures, and third or fourth hand stories from people who visited the south once, if at all. Banta did his best to make the south of the 1950's not so backward sounding. He'd toss in a fact about and a photo about farming or life in a small town and then as if to say not "It's not like that everywhere down there," he adds a photo and a blurb about all the factories in the 1950's south.
Of course there was not a word about segregation in that book, nor the Jim Crow laws, or anything bad about the south at all. There were plenty of photos that reinforced stereotypes though. Ones like this one of the jolly happy docile working black folks having a good time with their overseer farmer bosses.
And of course there was the obligatory shot of the barefoot kids in the one room schoolhouse.

And folks picking cotton.
And one of us mountain folk at a "sing."
Another highlight of this old book are the picture maps of all the southern states. As you can see they show just what was made in each state and where. I love, as my friend Snad pointed out the first time I used this picture, how they use a hillbilly to represent our end of the state, just a hillbilly and that's it. Of course during that time there was a shit load of tobacco and corn being grown here, as well as tomatoes, and also during that time there were book manufacturers, paper manufacturers, and a nascent chemical company that would one day become a giant in it's field was just getting started.Despite the condescending and somewhat racist tone of the book, I really dig the old photos.
Wherever possible I kept the captions on the pictures, they're like a glimpse into the mind of the author. Incidentally, I bought this book at a local used book store for fifty cents. It had come from the library of a local church. As soon as I saw that it had come from a church library I flipped to the back to see how many people had checked it out and I saw that no one had ever checked it out because the little due date slip in the back had never been stamped. So either the folks who went to that church didn't care much about what went on outside the state much or they didn't need a book like this to remind them of what they already knew. See all the pictures by clicking here.