My Voices Article for May

“Sun Fun:” The LAGuide to Planning a Summer Vacation for the Newly Poor.
When I was 10, my parents scraped together the $25 they needed to send me to a day camp, sponsored by the Brownsville Boys Club, in South Central Brooklyn. The camp ran for four weeks and every morning my mother would pack me a tuna fish sandwich on Wonder Bread and send me across the street to the school yard behind PS165. There, a few friends and I would board the rickety, decommissioned school bus sent for us by the BBC. The bus would slowly tour the neighborhood, picking up the waiting children until there were perhaps twenty-five of us, at which point it would make a bee-line back to the schoolyard where we would disembark and then spend the day throwing, catching or hitting with sticks various round balls, under the guidance of David and Sarah—our counselors. On rainy days, the bus would run us over to the BBC itself, about a four block trip to a very different part of the neighborhood. At the BBC, our camp assignment consisted of staying alive until the bus could take us back. It was a great camp and a great summer.
My parents were the salt-of-the-earth, lower middle class people that used to populate the sitcoms, until the networks discovered that only young people spend money. They had nothing but the knowledge that their children would be materially better off than they were (they batted .500). Their two-week summer vacations might consist of parking some cheap lawn chairs out in front of the tenement, while I played with friends and my brother attracted paddy wagons. On some days, we’d take two subways and a bus to the beach at Coney Island and in the evenings stroll around to Schwartz’s candy store for ice-cream sodas. Today in America, where many of us are stepping back into the lower middle class and our summer vacations—unpaid and unaffordable—are more likely to be on one Sunday in July, rather than a three week trip to the Capitals of Europe, we have much to learn from people like my parents, and that is the reason we are pleased to publish: “Sun Fun:” The Less-than-average-intelligence-American Guide to planning your summer vacation. In the guide, you will learn about hundreds of suitable vacations, such as:
1. The Staycation: While coined by a Canadian comedian, Brent Butt, the staycation can work for Americans as well. Spend a few bucks on bags of sand, a plastic pool and an artificial palm tree or two and you have the perfect beach vacation. For authenticity, blast the soundtrack from the “Sound of the Surf.” You can even fashion cut-offs from that old interview suit you will probably never need again.
2. The Drop-in: Do you have some friends or relatives who made millions giving mortgages to people who couldn’t afford them and now are a bit embarrassed about their great wealth? This July, you can pack the family and pets up in your ‘98 Dodge and drive to their house in the Hamptons. My cousins, Paul and Sharon and their miserable three brats, left Youngstown, Ohio in late June and spent the entire summer freeloading off folks they sort of know and friends of some folks they thought they knew. They tell me they have an invitation to come back whenever they like. Guilt is good.
3. The Movement: Remember “Occupy Wall Street?” My good friend, Wally, does. He became deeply involved in the movement and spent a really nice summer in Zuccotti Park in New York City. He got to sleep in someone’s tent, dine on donated goodies and get healthy, aerobic exercise waving protest banners and screaming for justice. In the guide, we will describe in detail many of the current movements that are suitable for a splendid summer vacation protesting in the park. In the guide, you will also learn how to avoid the downside of the protest vacation—jail time, assault and torture. Wally, we believe, will eventually recover.
4. The Phonarama: While travel to Tibet is still reserved for the rich and well-connected, your smartphone has changed the definition of well-connected forever. You can visit the capitals of Europe, the outback and even the moons of Jupiter without ever leaving your recliner. There are even “aps” to simulate flight turbulence and cruise ship viruses. Best of all, you can avoid all human contact.
5. The Cineplexus: When we were young, we’d spend most afternoons in August at the local movie theatre—often seeing the same flick 10 or 12 times, because the theatre was air-conditioned. Today we have the cineplexes, so that for the price of one ticket you can go from one movie to another and spend a delightful vacation in climate controlled comfort. If properly paced, one extra-large popcorn can provide nourishment for at least a week.
Buy the guide today and start planning for the vacation of your life.

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Stevieslaw: Calendar of Events—Art Auction

The Inherited Wealth Club has announced the auction of recently looted 20th Century Art at 2 in the afternoon on May 1st (May Day). The club, which moved to a new home on the corner of 5th Avenue and 81st Street last year, was recently embroiled in a controversy over the placement of a 12 foot neon sign with the club’s name and the slogan, “Great Wealth is Great Wisdom.” One hundred percent of the proceeds from the sale of the art work will, of course, go to the club members.

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Stevieslaw: Guest Editorial

Here is a guest editorial from Tom Paxton.

Buy a Gun for Your Son

Words and Music by Tom Paxton

Hallelujah, Dads and Mommies,
Cowboys, Rebels, Yanks and Commies
Buy yourselves some real red blooded fun.
If you want to make the grade,
You’ve got to have a hand grenade,
And a fully automatic G.I. Gun.

[Cho:]
Buy a gun for your son right away, Sir
Shake his hand like a man and let him play, Sir.
Let his little mind expand, Place a weapon in his hand,
For the skills he learns today will someday pay, Sir.

Pound that kid into submission
‘Till he’s mastered Nuclear Fission
Buy him plastic warheads by the score,
Once he’s got the taste of blood,
He’s gonna sneak up on his buddies
Starting his own thermo-nuclear war.

[Cho.]

Buy him khakis and fatigues,
And sign him up in little leagues,
Give him calisthenics as a rule.
Once you’ve banished fear and dread,
Then pat his seven year-old head,
And send him off to military school.

[Cho]

Once he’s grown to be a man,
He might get tired of blasting Granny,
Then you’ll see a crisis coming on.
Don’t get worried, don’t get nervous.
Send that kid into the service,
Let him rise into the Pentagon.

[Cho]

At the Pentagon he’ll rise.
The President he will advise,
His reputation growing all the while.
With his picture on the wall,
He’ll get that long-awaited call,
And press the firing buttons with a smile.

[Cho]

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Stevieslaw: The Diminishing Need for the Poor

Stevieslaw: The Diminishing Need for the Poor.
Branden Rand, spokesperson for the newly formed Council of the Exceptionally Rich, has never been afraid to voice his opinion. Now in his new book, Robots and the End of Poverty, he argues that the poorer classes will be extinct across the planet by 2037. His simple thesis is that the functions now performed by the poor can more easily and efficiently be done by robots. In a recent interview, Mr. Rand noted that, “sure the poor are colorful, but their constant whining about rights to this and rights to that, and their inability to be content with their station have made them a burden to the exceptionally rich.” “Clearly, robots can perform their duties better, and any nostalgic charm that might be lost with the extinction of the poor can be suitably preserved by the media, so that the rich might enjoy it at their leisure—wistfully looking back at the good old days that never really were, so to speak.”
Not all the incredibly rich are enchanted with Mr. Rand’s prediction of the future. Joan Stevens, Chairperson of the Private Prison Association, says “the elimination of the poor—and in particular, the minority poor, will be absolutely devastating to our industry.” “I think it is highly unlikely that we will be able to treat robots as despicably as we treat the poor; for example, by locking them up in droves.” “Private prisons for rogue robots sounds more like a science fiction fantasy.” Some fraction of the unbelievably rich, as represented by Miles Sakney—chairman of “FrackThis, Inc., also noted that, “for many of us the suffering of the poor is a distinct pleasure that will be hard to give up.”
Branden Rand, while acknowledging that some small number of the amazingly rich will suffer, responded briefly that, “You know, omelets—eggs.” As a corollary to his argument, Mr. Rand expects that the “worker bees”—the middle class will be extinct by 2050, after first descending into poverty. “Think, student loans,” he said with his expansive smile. Professionals, doctors and lawyers and such, will take a bit longer to snuff out. Again, Mr. Rand says, “do you really feel we can’t teach robots to do what doctors do?” “We might, in fact, find it easier to instill a little decent bedside manner in a robotic physician.” “In the end, we will be left with the exceptionally talented,” he continued. “But programming two exceptionally well-matched robotic football squads should not be difficult, and would eliminate the need for some of the unabashedly wealthy to continue to rout for the Jets.”
“By 2075, I expect the planet to be inhabited by no more than 50,000 stinkingly rich people, whose every need is instantaneously satisfied by a gaggle of robots,” he said with a smile. To those who don’t make the cut, Mr. Rand could only offer up a “tough nooggies” and an endearing little grin.

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Stevieslaw: All You Can Eat (Hy’s Song)

All You Can Eat

Dad was banned for life
from the all-you-can-eat
places all up and down
the Eastern seaboard.
It was a wonder to see
his likeness on a greasy
“not wanted here” bulletin
board at an Italian Smorgasbord
just outside of Dover, Delaware.

At 5 foot two and 110 pounds,
Dad was a wiry anxious man
of prodigious strength.
As a parlor trick, he would
rip a Washington quarter
in half lengthwise, while
downing a Bud. The eagle on
the reverse screeched like a
startled seagull as he pulled it apart.
The partygoers loved it.

I was there when he won
the Coney Island Hot Dog
Eating Contest in 1977.
He downed 51 dogs
in just under 10 minutes.
Unlike the other contestants,
who appeared hurried,
dad took the time to smear
a bit of French’s yellow mustard
on each before devouring it.
The crowd loved it.

Now you folks all know
that I am just a faithful
chronicler of truth and beauty,
but I swear that on that splendid
4th of July, just an hour or so
after he ate a half a hundred hot dogs,
we got off the subway
a few stops early, so Dad and I
could share a couple of pizzas,
at Gino’s on Utica Avenue
with, of course, the works on top.

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Stevieslaw: Art Linkletter

Stevieslaw: Art Linkletter
In the 50’s, Art Linkletter was the host of House Party in which he interviewed children in a segment entitled, “kids say the darndest things.” It later became the basis for a number of books and, later, a show hosted by Bill Cosby. Now that Corporations have been certified as people, I propose we work on a book of quotes entitled “Corporations say the Darnest Things.” How about I start with two:
1. On Wednesday, April 2nd, the CEO of GM, Mary Barra, told a Senate subcommittee that, “owners can continue safely using the cars (with the faulty ignition switches) if precautions are taken.” Darndest thing. But silly, of course, as how can anyone be expected to drive their kids to a soccer match while physically holding the ignition key in place and talking on the cell phone.
2. The North Carolina energy firm, Duke (Larry to its friends) argued in front of Superior Court Judge Paul Ridgeway that records related to ground water pollution from their 33 known coal ash dumps in the state should be sealed because, “it might present the company in an unfavorable light.” Paul in rejecting Larry’s request somehow managed to avoid laughing his head off and replying that nothing ever said or done could paint an even more unfavorable view of the company.

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Stevieslaw: Republican Support Change in Minimum Wage

Stevieslaw: House Repubicans Support Change in Minimum Wage
In a startling development, Mime Mine, spokesperson for Congressman Paul Ryan announced today that he will fight for legislation that supports a change in the Federal mandated minimum wage. This is a huge departure from the long-standing Republican concept which supports an increase in the earned income tax credit for low income Americans. That concept has been hobbled, in recent years, by the Republicans’ inability to come up with a way to pay for the program solely through a real or de facto tax on the poor and most vulnerable.
Ms. Mine noted, “Mr. Ryan’s reasoning is based on the part of the report by the Congressional Budget Office that suggests 500,000 people would lose their minimum wage jobs, if the minimum wage were raised to $10.10 from $7.25.” “Simple arithmetic suggests then, she continued, that by reducing the minimum wage to $1.75 an hour, we would create 1,000,000 jobs.” “That’s a win-win for Corporations and other lesser people, and he will push for it.”
When questioned by our own indomitable, Smokey Diamond, as to whether by the same arithmetic 16.5 million people would see lower pay and 1.8 million additional workers would be pushed below the poverty line, Mime would only say that “we will repeal Obamacare.”

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You can buy Matzo Ball Soup

You can buy matzo ball soup in Boca Raton
because my mom’s family,
like the cast of a dozen sitcoms,
streamed South in 1971
to trade subway cars and frostbite
for shuffleboard and skin cancer
along the coast of South Florida.
Lapsed, in all but appetite,
they were swiftly followed by
steaming trainloads of pastrami,
to supply the little mom
and pop shops surfacing
in a million hastily built
strip malls, where once,
only alligators dined.

And today, as a few survivors
struggle North to nest with
their aging children,
they leave behind
a landscape, where
even those without
a drop of Brooklyn in their veins;
yes, even those with an affection for
Rick Scott and Marco Rubio;
and even those who drive past
the shuttering strip malls in souped-up
cars, packing heat and
toasted on weed,
can satisfy their
preposterous desire
for Matzo ball soup.

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Stevieslaw: National Weather Service Tracking Rebecca

The National Weather Service announced today that it has begun to track another major weather event, termed Rebecca. Rebecca, or pleasant Tuesday, is scheduled to impact the entire nation on March 18th. No snow, sleet, hail, freezing rain, torrential downpours, or ridiculously low temperatures are expected. Residents should be aware that no shoveling, salting, or bailing will be necessary. Shivering will be officially frowned upon and it is entirely conceivable that a bird or two might sing.

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Stevieslaw: Kansas Poised to Pass “Safe Passage” Act

Stevieslaw: Kansas Poised to Pass “Safe Passage” Act
The Kansas State Legislature, led by the compassionate Christian Right, seems poised to pass a bill that will guarantee the “safe passage” of some of its citizens through Kansas to the border with Colorado—“provided they leave within 48 hours of the bill becoming law.” So far the list of citizens eligible for safe passage includes: gays, uppity women, people not sufficiently prone to sunburn, those not sufficiently Christian, students enrolled in the humanities, and people who stutter. A spokesperson for Kansas Governor, Sam Brownback, has said that “Sam has indicated that the bill has passed his litmus test—it’s no crazier than the legislation they introduce daily,” and that he will likely sign it into law.
The spokesperson, Bigo Tree, was careful to point out that, “this safe passage act says nothing about what will happen to those eligible citizens who do not take advantage of the new law, although some Kansans might consider that provocation.”
In a related story, the Arizona State Legislature met in emergency session last night. Apparently, angry conservatives, at least as compassionate as their brethren in Kansas, would like to know just how they were scooped on this terrific legislative act.

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