GM/Chrysler And Detroit Bias

crossposted at BlogHer.com

Wednesday “Dr. Ed Montgomery, the White House Director of Recovery for Auto Communities and Workers, will visit Michigan to discuss the President’s support of a strong American auto industry and the President’s Auto Task Force initiative to support and revitalize auto industry workers and communities.” – Office of the Press Secretary, the White House

There is no laughing in Michigan this April Fools, no jokes, and no elbow-to-the-rib chuckle.

Instead the new Car Czar will head to the heart of the problem and begin his task. But where’s the Bank Czar? Hmmmm.

President Obama is giving General Motors 60 days to come up with a more aggressive plan to cut costs and debt. Chrysler is only getting half that time to work out a combination with Italian automaker Fiat. If they fail, the government will force them into bankruptcy court. – CNNMoney.com

According to the same article, “Bankruptcy would not be the end of the drain on federal dollars. In fact, it could mean an even greater cost to taxpayers.

There is widespread agreement that the companies would need more financing to fund their operations during a bankruptcy than the $21.6 billion they are asking for from the government to stay out of bankruptcy court. GM has estimated that it would need $45 billion in additional federal help for even a quick trip in and out of bankruptcy.”

The President’s plan also came with the ousting of GM CEO Rick Wagoner.

Firedoglake’s Jane Hamsher takes on the GM/Chrysler question on MSNBC, and exposes the real Detroit bias.

Michigan Gov. Jennifer Granholm is clearly wondering herself-

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The word on the street is a good CEO kick in the pants is just what Americans may need to get behind the plan to save the Auto Industry. After all we hate all things that seem irresponsible, right?

For example, a recent story on “free cars and gas” for GM employees. Of course those in the trenches know better.

Sarah A. Webster at the Detroit Free Press writes,

“Sometimes what looks like a perk is just not a perk. Every corporate jet does not represent excess.

Nor does every “free” car from Detroit’s automakers.

Lots of companies provide discounts on their core product as part of their compensation for workers.

The newspaper where I work gives me “free” newspapers at work. Employees of airlines, I’m told, also get “free” flights. Toyota Motor Corp. told me that it also provides free car insurance for employees who lease one of their vehicles, at discount.

And sometimes, well, things that look like perks are just something else altogether — like a test program.”

It’s the Detroit Bias. People love to hate Detroit and seem to go out of their way to find fault.

And once they get past the Detroit bias, there is the large divide between progressives and conservatives to tackle. Where one side yells Bailout! While the other yells LOAN! Where one side favors helping, while the other prefers a market correction via survival of the fittest.

The mere mention of government involvement in business sends a ripple through many already paranoid conservatives and independents. The ones that prefer doing nothing while jobs, homes, and lives are ruined.

Many of us see this as priority on their part. It’s more important to save their dogma than real people.

Never mind that GM and Chrysler came begging the government and agreed to terms. Never mind there needs to be accountability for those terms. Never mind these same people were calling for CEO heads to roll months ago. Never mind we don’t actually function in a true free market and therefor our solutions can’t be simply free market solutions…

No, they are stuck on the idea that our government can only function in one way, and any move off that path will send us right into some Marxist/Socialist/Communist hell.

Former GOP presidential candidate Mitt Romney is a bit more understanding of the Administration’s decisions

So where does that leave Detroit? And the great state of Michigan?

With a President making an example of an easy-target CEO. A public beheading in the square to satisfy the chanting mob. The buying of more time for all parties involved.

With a large swath of voters angry the government is even THERE, demanding cities and counties and a state die a slow death while we all watch. Because it’s the American way.

With two real options: continued government help or bankruptcy, which we now know will cost more than the help.

And, without argument from anyone, a huge mess.

Contributing Editor Erin Kotecki Vest also blogs at QueenofSpainblog

They are 6 and 4 now. Sigh

And a fun time was had by all.

All photos by Gregg Gallagher, who rocks.

And Tonight, My Heart Broke

I gave my son and my daughter pennies to throw in the fountain.

What did you wish for?

I wished Mommy would stay with us Always.


What did you wish for?


I wished that my Mommy was always here.

I’m pretty sure that spot, in front of that fountain, is where my heart broke into a million pieces.

Shattered.

If you go visit, please sweep it up and return it to it’s owner.

Thanks.

Brand New BlogHer Backtalk…the Divorce Episode

I Got This One

(cough…cough cough…)

Excuse me. It’s been a while since I really went off around here and I needed to clear my throat a bit.

Conservative blogs are an interesting place. There is the usual punditry and ranting. The occasional valid point. The passing off-color remark.

And the times where you drop in on a conservative blog and wonder if they think no one is looking.

Over at  Townhall.comBurt Prelutsky wrote a nifty little post. You can read what it originally said at Free Republic, before Townhall did some editing. I’ll let you go ahead and guess which one of the MANY offensive lines was scrubbed:

“It’s not just the politicians, but also their mates, so long as they’re Democrats, who get the star treatment. Take Michelle Obama…please. Every time I turn around, there she is on a magazine cover. Now, normally, like the Mafia, I lay off the spouses, but inasmuch as this particular spouse attended the same racist church as her hubby for 20 years, I’ll make an exception in her case. After all, in spite of the fact that affirmative action got her an Ivy League degree and a $7,000-a-week salary and, moreover, has sent billions of dollars for no particularly good reason to Africa, she insists this is a mean country. The burning question in my circle is: if the First Family gets a female dog, will she be the First Bitch or will she have to settle for second place?

Naturally, the left-wing media is now trying to convince us that this James Brown-look-alike has all the allure, glamour and fashion sense of Jackie Kennedy. I have even heard her upper arms described in the sort of language Wordsworth devoted to flowers in the morning dew and that Keats lavished on nightingales. Frankly, if I were Mrs. Obama and the geeks started rhapsodizing about my triceps, I might consider wearing sleeves.”

Townhall.com calls itself  “the #1 conservative website.  Townhall.com pulls together political commentary and analysis from over 100 leading columnists and opinion leaders, research from 100 partner organizations, conservative talk-radio and a community of millions of grassroots conservatives….As a part of Salem Communications Corporation, Townhall.com features Salem’s News/Talk radio hosts, Bill Bennett, Mike Gallagher, Hugh Hewitt, Michael Medved, and Dennis Prager, who are heard on over 300 stations nationwide. Of our five hosts, three are among the top 10 radio talk shows in the nation! Salem Communications is the leading US radio and Internet broadcaster reaching audiences interested in Christian and family-themed content and conservative values.”

Now let’s go ahead and read what Mr.  Prelutsky wrote one more time…

“The burning question in my circle is: if the First Family gets a female dog, will she be the First Bitch or will she have to settle for second place?”

and

“… the left-wing media is now trying to convince us that this James Brown-look-alike has all the allure, glamour and fashion sense of Jackie Kennedy.”

I’m going to let that just hang there for a second.

Stew on it. Roll it around in your head for a minute.

Now. Very clearly and with no misunderstanding, I’d like to see all those “feminist” conservative women rise up. Those “Sarah Palin suffered so much sexism” women who were appalled during the election. Those “women can raise a family and run for office” conservative mothers and sisters and aunts and daughter and granddaughters.

I’m waiting.

Just as the progressive blogosphere called out sexism against Palin, and Clinton…and everyone before and in between..it’s now your turn to defend the First the Lady of the United States of America.

We did it against Chris Matthews…someone you would call a liberal, right? So surely you can handle a townhall.com guy.

I’m asking you plainly…are you in this fight only for those of your kind? Only for sexism against conservative women? Or are you in it for real? Was it all a show?

And it’s not just the conservative “women’s rights” activists I’m calling out.

Feminists of the earlier era..the ones very upset about the way Hillary Clinton was treated. Where are your voices to condemn the rhetoric being thrown at Michelle Obama?

Did you hear Tammy Bruce call her “trash” today? Do you care?

Let’s see it. Now’s your chance.

I Have Issues

With this commercial.

Did he just say “Let it drop and do the w00t w00t? the whoo hoo?”


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Last Night

Last night my son pointed to me, smiled and said:

Mom I want to marry a girl just like you when I grow up.

My heart skipped a beat and I smiled back.

In my head I was thinking, oh, no you don’t. No. No. No you don’t.

You don’t want someone like your Mom kiddo. Trust me on this.

Walking the TightRope

“How do you do it? The kids, the job, all this travel…you make it seem so effortless…”

I stared back at her and blinked.

There in a crowded conference was someone accusing me of having my shit together. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Do I tell her I forgot to pack enough underwear because the kids had thrown mine out of the suitcase in a fit before I left? Do I tell her my husband had to miss a very important day of work because one child was sick and no one could go to my girlfriend’s house? Do I tell her I had to miss having a girl’s day with my daughter at Barbie’s real Malibu Dream House in order to fly to this stupid conference?

No. I just blinked back and smiled and nodded.

Tonight I’m picking up the pieces of my life. As I do every night. Tonight those pieces include another sick child, strewn across my bed, puking on towel after towel and soiling pantie after pantie. I’m washing the towels in between attempts to entertain her still not 100% brother, and a good 10 hours worth of work.

I’m canceling dentist appointments, scheduling doctor’s visits, and wondering exactly how a new washer and dryer will get delivered between important work calls, school pick ups and drop offs, and my in-laws arriving in town.

I’m piecing together the schedule for this week and next, juggling a generous friend’s help with babysitting, a nanny I can afford a few days a week, and a double-birthday party that will be thrown somewhere in between another trip to San Francisco and a work/vacation to Florida.

I’m screaming in my head that this MUST get better. It WILL get better and it’s just what everyone does to get by.

It is…right?

I’m going to scream ONLY in my head from now on. Those that know and love me too well hear me scream out loud and then keep things from me. Well intentioned but maddening.

Hey, how’s today going? Things are good here. Busy, meeting a lot of people, networking…what? What do you mean you’re home? What? What do you mean he’s sick? What? Why didn’t you call? Did you call the school? Do you have Pedialyte? Is he upset? Did you give him a towel? …

…and on and on.

I have a friend who jokes that I’m never zen when away from my home. It’s true though. I’m worried. I’m wondering. I’m also feeling the guilt of leaving. Of NOT being there for the first, scared puke. NOT being there to comfort. Not being there to find the favorite shirt. NOT being there to paint Barbie on our toenails and sip pink lemonade.

Of course, there are speeches to be made and careers to further and sacrifices for all. A paycheck needs to come in the mail. A job needs to get done.

Up and down. Back and forth. Around and around until I’m dizzy. Where am I supposed to be today? Dentist. Then conference call. Then emails. Then school pick up. Wait, do I need to do school drop off today? No…today’s Dad’s day for drop off. Then pack. Then blog posts, then maybe follow up on that other thing. Then the other conference call. Then more emails. Then a memo. Then I need to start dinner, then get kids ready for tomorrow…what was tomorrow again? Right…make sure I’m packed and nanny comes over, and she has the instructions for school and the permission slip and that snacks are packed before I board that plane…. what day is it again? Was I supposed to pick up that prescription? Oh…and it’s sharing day at preschool…

Dizzy.

I chose this. A very wise woman reminded me of that recently. We don’t all choose to be mothers. We don’t all choose to have careers. Both are choices and there are ramifications for those choices. I can’t hold anyone else responsible for the dizzy but myself.

Of course there are days both choices make perfect sense. I am lucky to work from home the majority of the time, to be able to be waiting in the school pick-up line instead of being in an office cubicle.

I get to speak in front of hundreds of people. Meet wonderful friends in other cities. I get to host a show, I get to make my voice heard. I get to help others do the same, all for a paycheck.

I also get to stroke my daughter’s hair tonight, as she lays next to me while I type. I get to see my son build a lego space ship and fly it over to me at 2 in the afternoon. Not after hours, not before I leave for an office. But in the middle of the day.

I can finish memos and emails as I tuck kids in bed. I can write scripts as I pack tomorrow’s lunches.

Staring at the woman at the conference I smiled and nodded because I knew it was at least partly true. At that MOMENT everything was under control. I had navigated my duties at the conference, I had planned and prep’d my kids for me being gone, their Dad was ready, the nanny was ready… I HAD IT ALL BABY!

Heh.

No, I just knew how to lie in the face of such absurdity. I mean, I could have blurted out “BWHWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” at the very nice woman’s face. Maybe I should have.

But I didn’t.

I blinked.

And I will keep blinking as I walk this tightrope and attempt to not fall on my face.