Stevieslaw: Trickle and Flutter

Stevieslaw: Trickle and Flutter
House Republicans responded today to news that the poverty level would hit a high not seen since 1965 by demanding additional tax cuts for the very rich.
“Tough times demand tough responses,” bellowed Sax Rumor their newly appointed, garishly mustachioed spokesperson. “And so we’ve come up with the flutter law.”
“The reasoning is so simple that even a poor person can follow it,” Sax said. “Billionaires and millionaires can barely close their billfolds now.” “With additional tax cuts, they will be stuck with no place to put their small bills.” “To this end, an important feature of the new law will require that anyone who benefits from it will no longer be able to retain their small denomination bills.” “They will be required to release them so they can flutter down,” he said. “That way, the little people can find them,” Mr. Rumor continued with a tear.
The new law is already generating a media firestorm. Fox News is scheduled to do a two hour special on it tonight. They have already gone on record by stating—“trickle and flutter will end poverty in America as we know it.” A new election advertisement, already airing in the swing states, has a smiling Mitt Romney scattering small bills (mostly ones) to a group of apparently hungry children. Sarah Palin tweeted her support of the new law, although she did spell both flutter and trickle incorrectly.
Stevieslaw advises people planning to vote Republican this November to remember flutter and trickle, the Republican cure for poverty, on their way to the polls. Curious about the Republican plan for the Middle Class? It’s simple—rain—as in, “A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall.”

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Stevieslaw: Sleepless in State College—Too Big to Football

Stevieslaw: Sleepless in State College
Smokey Diamond, our ace reporter, has always been excitable but lately she has been unable to sleep. It seems that all she can manage are cap naps. She prowls around the house and the yard at all hours. When I ask what’s wrong, she mumbles something about banks and too big to fail. She has taken to calling Jamie Dimon at JP Morgan and other bank CEO’s, ostensibly to ask for information for Stevieslaw, but really to find out whether or not they have been sleeping and eating well.
On the basis on our recent experience, her mantra has become “If the banks fail, we fail twice.” She certainly has a point. If the banks do something stupid and get into hot water, the economy falters and the little guy gets it on the chin. Then, rather than punishing them, we have to rush in to help as they are too big to fail. We provide them a bail out that we can’t afford and once again the little guy gets it on the chin. Not all banks, of course. Nobody really cares if your little dinky credit union goes belly up.
Imagine Smokey’s dismay then when she woke this morning to find, that according to the local paper—the Centre Daily Times— the demise of the Penn State Football program would mean the demise of the local economy. Smokey finds it interesting that the demise of no other single part of Penn State would have anywhere near as devastating an affect.
“I knew that football was the only association many people had with the University,” she purred. After all, if a second string quarterback were to announce his decision to transfer, it would be all we would hear about for a month, while If a noble laureate in Chemistry were to leave the University in the company of a prize-winning violinist, there would be no local coverage at all,” she lamented.
“Unless, of course, the violinist and chemist left together and were both men or both women,” I was quick to point out.
“Of course,” she concurred.
“But, who would have guessed that I would have to add Penn State football to my prayers at night, out of fear for the local merchants,” she lamented.
While I tried unsuccessfully to imagine Smokey saying her prayers at night, she added “Oil and gas companies, financial institutions, and Penn State Football—who’s next?’
“The Mexican drug cartels,” I was quick to answer. “Those job producers are pretty much all the economy the Southwest has left.”

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Tom Corbett to Resign

Stevieslaw: Tom Corbett to Resign
In another Stevieslaw exclusive, our intrepid reporter Smokey Diamond has learned that Tom Corbett will resign as Governor of Pennsylvania on July 31, 2012. According to Corbett spokesperson, D.L. Sayers, the Governor has, after a great deal of soul-searching, concluded that his election could never be certified because of widespread and bipartisan voter fraud. “The Governor,” continued Sayers “Urges all current office holders, particularly those who hold strong views on voter fraud as a driver of election results, to follow his example and step down.

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Stevieslaw: Contempt

Stevieslaw: Contempt
The Republican controlled House of Representatives, fulfilling their constitutional duty to kill time between election campaigns, voted for the 31st time to repeal all or part of the Health Care Bill. Surprisingly, the vote did not improve their congressional approval rating, which is hovering around 10%.
Smokey Diamond, our investigative reporter, was able to get to Maddy Hatter, spokesperson for the powerful “Beat a Dead Horse Committee.” on a yacht just off the coast of Nantucket.
Maddy was furious. “The plans are,” she said, “to hold roughly 279 million Americans in contempt of Congress.” “They clearly are,” she added, “And they often say as much.” “And, this time we have done the math. There are roughly 314 million people is the US. Subtracting the nearly 4 million babies and multiplying through by the 90% that thumb their noses at Congress, gives us our number. How is that for accuracy and fact checking,” she trumpeted.

Maddy said that the House will spend the time between now and the November election reading the names of contemptuous Americans. “We feel it’s the best thing we can do for the country at this time.” Fox News agrees and, sadly, for once they may be right.

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Stevieslaw: A Ditty for Mitty

Stevieslaw: A Ditty for Mitty
Smokey Diamond, our intrepid investigative reporter, is so fearless that we at Stevieslaw are often worried her “nine lives” might not be nearly enough. Yet, even Smokey has a softer side. Late in the evening, she likes nothing better than to curl up around some warm milk and spend an hour watching the Limerick channel. It’s got lots of Edward Lear and other nonsense read by Fox News reporters. Remember Edward Lear…
There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
When they said, ‘Does it buzz?’
He replied, ‘Yes, it does!’
‘It’s a regular brute of a Bee!’
I think that deep down Smokey believes that certain poems are easily associated with certain people. I agree and for Smokey I believe we could find something in TS Elliot.
So it really wasn’t that much of a surprise when Smokey found a perfect poem for just how Republicans feel about their presidential candidate, Mitt Romney. We don’t understand why no one had thought of it before. We thank the author, William Hughes Mearns, for anticipating the Mitt with his poem “Antigonish” in 1910. What Republican would be uncomfortable with this description of Mitt:

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

When I came home last night at three
The man was waiting there for me
But when I looked around the hall
I couldn’t see him there at all!
Go away, go away, don’t you come back any more!
Go away, go away, and please don’t slam the door

Last night I saw upon the stair
A little man who wasn’t there
He wasn’t there again today
Oh, how I wish he’d go away

And as a final refrain, one might ask, Ogdon Nashilly,
Why oh why in all of creationy,
would anyone vote for Mitt the Rominey?

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Stevieslaw: Surveying the Landscape

Cousin Myron, the fiery red-headed math whizz, was fuming.
“It’s blackmail,” he sputtered. “You don’t want to get your doctor, lawyer or baby-sitter in trouble, so you fill out their stupid survey.” “And that, of course, proves to everyone that the surveys are essential—after all people are filling them in—and the number of surveys grows exponentially.” “Mark my words,” he said graphically, “Americans will soon be spending more time filling in surveys than they do sleeping.”
While it might have been better for his bank account—bail was extraordinarily high—if Myron had not found a way to have all of the major survey companies’ computers frantically filling in their own surveys, we have to admit that Myron has a point. Just last night, I found myself filling in a survey for my dentist, two for my doctor (one, to assess why I had not filled out an earlier survey), and one on the quality of my mom’s funeral home. “I’m falling behind,” I thought with a yawn. It seems like every day I can count on two or three surveys on my phone or laptop.
Along those lines and strictly for our information at Stevieslaw:
1. How many surveys are you offered a week?
(a) 2___
2. On a scale of 1 to 112, with 1 being never and 112 being always, how often do you fill them in? ____
3. Using the scale of question 2, with 1 being “in seconds” and 112 being “more than a day,” how much time does it take you to fill the average survey in? ____
4. Using a new scale, with 1 being frivolously and 77* being until my head hurts, how seriously do you take the survey’s questions?____
5. On a simple scale of 1 to 5, with 1 being always and 5 being never, how often do you confuse the 1 and the 5, mess up the entire survey and refuse to go back to it? ____
6. If your answer to question 5 is in the range of 1-5, please go back to question 1.

Thank you. To compare your answers to the better answers offered by others, go to ididasurvey.com and enter the code M45698IeLLL-000erg/eh?. Remember that this code is CASE SENSITIVE and is probably typed imperfectly here.

Have a productive night.

*try to avoid prime number answers, as they are more likely to screw up the statistics.

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Stevieslaw: Legalizing Catnip

Stevieslaw: Legalizing Catnip
I have never known Smokey Diamond to be slow on the uptake. In fact, she usually has an uncanny ability to “sniff out” what is important to her in every word or action. “Quick as a cat,” I often say.
So, it was a little frustrating to me when I couldn’t quite make her understand the importance of the push by Uruguay’s President, Jose Mujica, to not only legalize marijuana but to sell it. Mujica was quoted as saying that “while drug addiction is a medical problem, drug trafficking is an unwinnable police problem.” Uruguay would be the first nation to sell marijuana directly.
I was finally able to get Smokey’s attention by telling her that it was reported as news by our local newspaper, the CDT. “News, “she responded “In the CDT.” “Was Sandusky in Uruguay” she asked?
“Listen,” Smokey said, “What is the difference if you buy weed from the government or from the kid on the corner. It’s not like it’s illegal here or anything dumb like that.”
It took me some time to convince Smokey that in spite of the fact that all but nine people in the United States over the age of 10 have tried pot, it is illegal to smoke it here.
Smokey was stricken. I could see fear in her usually fearless eyes.
“What about catnip,” she hissed?

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Voices Column for July/August:Say You’re One of Them: The Less-Intelligent-than-Average American Guide to Being Corporate

Say You’re One of Them: The Less-Intelligent-than-Average American Guide to Being Corporate.

Statistics show that the average American spends roughly 62 hours a week on help lines attempting to clear up corporate misconceptions. About 1 in 600,000 calls succeed. Statistics aside, my cousin Marvin had a rough week. Have you met Marvin? He is shaped liked a fire hydrant, with much the same range of motion and grace. But he is kind, slow to anger and uncomfortably honest.

Marvin’s 87 year old mother-in-law hired a Van line to move her belongings here from Florida. She was told the truck would arrive in three to four days and wisely planned for 10. It’s been two weeks and, sadly, no one seems to know where her truck is. In the interim, she is living with Marvin and his wife, has run out of meds, and practices the flugelhorn for 6 hours a day. If you navigate the Van line’s phone system, you eventually meet a charming young person, Marcie, who promises to call you back. She doesn’t. Occasionally though, Marcie will offer words of wisdom, like why didn’t you bring more stuff with you on the airplane. America! Where the moving companies advise you that bringing luggage on a USAIR flight—going through Philadelphia International Airport—is the best way to guarantee your stuff will arrive. Right now, we are waiting for a call from Marcie. She apparently sits out on the median divider of Route 95, just north of Richmond, and watches the trucks go by. She’ll call when she spots ours.

Marvin’s health insurance company pays a recovery firm to find out if anyone can be held liable for his health care expenses. They asked Marvin to call, so they could gather additional information about his recent back surgery. He called and had a laugh with a nice young woman named Marcie about their mistake. Marvin didn’t have back surgery, he had cataract surgery. Marcie promised to change his records. She didn’t. Yesterday, Marvin got a strongly worded letter accusing him of not responding to their request. They smell fraud and are coming down on him like a load of bricks. His lawyer feels that only by having the back surgery will Marvin’s life ever be bearable again.

When Marvin’s mother died this February, he kept their joint account open for a few months, as he is a good citizen and very naive. Since there are no bank branches near State College, he left with a phone number to call to cancel the account. He checked in April to verify all the automatic payments had been stopped and called to close the account in May. Stay with us here, it’s complicated. Their phone rep, Marcie, told him he couldn’t cancel an account with a balance ($40.12) over the phone. Simple enough—he sent a letter asking to close the account. When Marcie didn’t respond in ten days, he called and was told that the letter must be notarized. Cleverly, he took $40.12 out of the account to get to a zero balance. Game over! Unfortunately, that was the very day the power company made an unauthorized automated transfer from the account. Counting the fee, he was overdrawn $70.37. So Marvin sent a notarized letter and a certified check for $70.37, only to be told he actually owed $68.37. And with a balance of $2, they couldn’t close the account. Marvin raced to the bank to cash a check for $2, but unfortunately, the account didn’t have an adequate balance for May. That fee was $20 and the account balance is currently -$18.00. Marcie tells him that real bank officers might be able to help, but they are all in Monaco playing Texas-hold-em with pension funds.

With no way out, Marvin did what any rational person would do. He called the insurance recovery firm and told them that he had ruined his back dodging a brakeless Allied Van Line truck, tripped over an unmarked bicycle rack outside a Wells Fargo Bank, and went head first through their plate glass window. “Let them work it out,” he told me with an evil grin.

Why suffer as a person any longer? The Supreme Court has declared that, for all practical purposes, corporations are people. And that is the reason, we at Stevieslaw are proud to publish “Say You’re One of Them: The LAGuide to becoming a Corporation. In the guide, you will not only be taken through the process of becoming a Corporation, but you will also learn of the remarkable benefits you can receive as a corpperson. For example, imagine your fun when you start your own automated phone system, using the voice of the toddler next door with the adorable speech defect and that of your neighbor down the street who only speaks Swahili. You will get to answer informative letters with automated responses asking for the very information you have just received and to offer free gifts for an expensive membership in a trial program that can be cancelled at any time with only a notarized letter from the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. Picture yourself joyfully sending automated phone messages to random numbers to tell strangers that their passwords have expired and they must call mumble, mumble, mumble, immediately to preserve their credit rating. With practice, you can be as inept and annoying as Verizon.

Become part of the problem. It’s all in this month’s guide! And if it isn’t, just call 833-456-305 and ask for Marcie. If she can’t help you, no one can.

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Stevieslaw: My Voices Article for June

Miracle Grow: The Less-intelligent-than-average American Guide to Cultivating a Green Thumb.

This weekend Myron’s two terrific teenagers moved into our basement. You probably remember my cousin Myron—the fiery red-headed math whiz and America’s chief skeptic. Sometime last spring, Myron read an article in the local paper about the health benefits of gardening. You know the kind of article I’m talking about. It has a catchy title like “twitch your way to an ideal weight,” and propagates pseudo-science and hearsay. Amazingly, after a year of considering the article, Myron fell and fell hard. Last Friday, he came home with a push-me-boy lawn mower and a turn-turn-turn Rototiller twice the size of my Volvo wagon. He tried the push-me-boy once on his quarter acre of lawn and promptly threw out his back. The tiller is still in the box. His teenagers carefully considered the lawn, the mower and the bad back and fled to greener pastures. Myron will not be deterred. Today, when I came over to negotiate for his children, who are eating us out of house and home, he was planting geraniums in what seemed like hundreds of clay pots. His eyes were geranium red, his nose was running and he was sneezing and hacking. If he lives, I’m sure his garden will be lovely.

Like Myron, you too can have a beautiful garden. That is the reason, we at Stevieslaw are proud to publish “Miracle Grow: The LAG to Cultivating a Green Thumb.” In the guide, you will learn that:

1. Creating a garden is not about beauty, health or even healthy eating. It is about bragging rights.

2. Ordering catalogues from all over the planet is essential. If nothing else it will earn you a “thank you note” from the post office (allow 3 months for delivery). We will teach you to discard all but the exotic catalogues—remember that while growing beets is easy, growing Algerian yellow beets will make you the envy of your neighborhood.

3. Ignoring the “planting zone” charts is the key to an interesting garden. Remember that even fragile tropical plants can survive a summer (August 8th through 10th) in Minnesota. Dig the dead ones out and replant next year!

4. Having the finest equipment in a must. You are not a serious gardener if you’re not forced to build a second garage to house your “lawn tractor, tiller, and trowels, hoes and shovels. Get your gardening gear—hat, gloves and shoes from L.L. Bean to wear when your neighbors come by—wear rags when you actually garden.

5. Mulching is the key to a happy garden. Order at least 19 cubic feet of pine bark mulch. Have someone bring in several truck loads and dump it on your driveway. That way, you can spend the next 11 years spreading damp, heavy, and robust, decaying organic matter with a wheel barrow, while your car ages in your garage. Best of all, while you are moving it, your mulch will provide a fine habitat for rodents and their predators—snakes.

6. Buying organic fertilizer, herbicide and pesticide is best. Unfortunately, they don’t work. Leave empty bags of the organics out for people to see, and to compliment you on, but buy the heavy duty stuff. Fertilizer must have “miracle” in its label, while you must search for the herbicide and pesticide that have at least six skull and crossbones on the package.

7. Gardening in the moonlight will earn you bragging rights, while allowing you to spread the poisons you spent the day buying. Speak bashfully about your Shoshone blood, while lamenting the loss of bees, birds and small children by people who garden “with poison”.

8. Leaving even an inch of ground unplanted is a sin. Sure the plants will grow together to form an impenetrable green jungle. Isn’t that the point?

9. Being allergic or lazy is no longer a problem. We will show you how you can contract with General Atomics for remote “gardening drones.” And, if your neighbor’s garden starts to look too good, GA will provide you with a “napalm” drone for only slightly more.

10. Being first with the biggest, sweetest, and most perfect looking fruits, vegetables and flowers is every gardener’s goal. We will teach you how to contract with local CSAs, who can provide you with the best products. Use the new “prizepinups,” available at Lowes or Home Depot to attach the spectacular flowers, fruits and vegetables to your withering vines.

11. Singing the best in gardening songs, while sitting out with pizza and beer and listening to tent caterpillars devour the four thousand dollars of flowers you planted that very morning, is as American as apple pie. And a one and a two…”inch by inch and row by row…*

12. Finally, plowing it all under and installing Astroturf is a snap with the list of approved contractors we provide you with.

Join the healthful, gardening revolution with your copy of “Miracle Grow.” Buy it to read it, or shred it and use it for mulch.

*Garden Song by David Mallett (check out the anti-garden lyrics too).

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Stevieslaw: Betting with Bennie

Stevieslaw: Betting with Benny
At Stevieslaw, we were surprised today to get a call from Jamie Dimon, CEO of JPMorgan Chase. They are trying to replace Ina Drew in their major investments department and Bennie Williams, aka Bennie the Book’s name came up. When I was growing up in the Brownsville-East New York section of Brooklyn (“a great place to be from,” crows the local paper) Bennie made a modest living running the craps game in the local schoolyard. He would also take your bets on the ponies or on the major sports.
“An excellent choice,” I told Jamie, “he has my wholehearted recommendation.” “After all,” I told him, “With Bennie you always knew what you were getting—be it the Knicks and 4 or Our Twig in the 4th at Roosevelt.” “Compare that with derivatives, J (his little known nickname),” I continued. “Even the financial editor of the New York Times doesn’t understand your recent investments in derivatives.” “He can only describe them, again and again, as a complex financial transaction.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t help Jamie track down my old friend. We lost touch in 1967, when he got shipped to Vietnam and I went off, with guilt and gratitude, to graduate school. It was a time when even poor kids with great math and science skills could catch a break in this country. Who would have ever suspected that we would someday need Bennie as well?

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