June 07, 2007

 

A note about passion for politics...

From: The Washington Post
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/06/04/AR2007060401379.html

Can He Find His Motivation?
By:
Richard Cohen
Tuesday, June 5, 2007; Page A17

Some years ago I ran into Fred Thompson at Washington's Reagan National Airport and had a chat with him as we waited for a (very) delayed flight. I found him to be affable and nice - good company, if you want to know - but I cannot remember a single thing he said. Alas, it is about the same with his Senate career.

If Thompson's name came up in some sort of free-association game, he would be a genuine stumper: Thompson and what? There is no Thompson Act, Thompson Compromise, Thompson Hearing, Thompson Speech or Thompson Anything that comes to mind. No living man can call himself a Thompsonite. Instead, Thompson came and went from the Senate as if he were never there, leaving only the faint scent of ennui. "I don't want to spend the rest of my life up here," he once said. "I don't like spending 14 and 16-hour days voting on 'sense of the Senate' resolutions on irrelevant matters." As a call to action, this lacks a certain something.

Such a sentiment may be the telltale tick of a normal man. But the presidency that Thompson now seeks is won not by the normal, the average, the ordinary, but by people fueled by an explosive combination of overriding ambition and charming megalomania. The world needs them, they are convinced. God wants them, they have been told. The country calls; they answer and march smartly into history. This is the stuff of parody (and I exaggerate a bit), but you don't get to be president by waiting for others to ask - unless you are the son of one. Let us not repeat that mistake.

Thompson is often likened to Ronald Reagan. In fact, if you couple "Thompson" with "Reagan" and do a data search of newspapers, you will be inundated with quotes, observations and references - nearly 1,000 of them in the past month alone. The similarities are obvious - both tall, good-looking men, personable and, most important, actors. The conclusion is supposed to be almost inescapable: If Reagan the actor could become president, why not Thompson the actor? If the host of TV's "General Electric Theater" could do it, why not District Attorney Arthur Branch of "Law & Order"?

For all I know, this is precisely what will happen. Yet, that possibility ought to give us some pause. Reagan, you might remember, went from show business to politics, while Thompson has gone the other way. He went from being bored in the Senate to waiting around a movie set so he could mouth words written by others - maybe not all that different from the Senate, when you think about it. If there is a passion, an overriding sense of purpose in Fred Thompson, it is not apparent from his record. More apparent, clearly, is that he lacks any such thing.

Here is where he is so different from Reagan and why the comparison is wrong. Reagan was an ideologue. He had converted from New Deal liberalism to Barry Goldwater and Bill Buckley conservatism. It animated his life or, if not that, then at least his political career. He had a deadly serious reason for going into politics, and it was not, as it seemed to some at the time, a continuation of showbiz by other means. This is why he sought and won the California governorship, and after two terms, he ran for the presidency - losing the first time out. By then he was no more an actor than Arnold Schwarzenegger is a competitive bodybuilder. Reagan had transformed himself. He was the dominant politician of the conservative moment. He was no pretty face.

Neither is Thompson, in all fairness. Yet he indisputably lacks the passion, the concern, the fire-in-the-bellydom that Reagan had - not just for winning but about issues themselves. Thompson never showed that he was out to change matters, to right some major wrong, to fix the god-awful mess the country is in. I contrast him with a senator I recently chatted with who took virtually childlike delight in being a senator - being able, as he said, to be a player. He savored his power - as one of only 100. What a difference he could make!

The presidency is where a person can make the most difference. But the emergence of Thompson shows that a fatigued Republican Party is not interested in making any difference at all - just in hanging on. What commends Thompson to the presidency - the only thing anyone ever mentions - is his TV fame. If that's all it takes, Thompson can look forward to being more than a president. He'll be an American Idol.

E-mail: cohenr@washpost.com

Copyright 2007 - The Washington Post

 

Mark Steyn on Conrad Black

From: The New York Sun
http://www.nysun.com/article/55803?access=409115

The Greater Danger
By:
MARK STEYN
June 4, 2007

For the last three months I've been in the federal courthouse on South Dearborn Street in Chicago, attending the trial of Conrad Black and his fellow executives at Hollinger International, owners of The Chicago Sun-Times, The National Post in Canada, the Telegraph Group in London, The Jerusalem Post, and various other publications that have been kind enough to throw me a crust over the years.

Black is what they call an "international media baron." He's also a real baron — that is, he's a member of the House of Lords. And, while most barons, earls, viscounts and whatnots have made an effort to get with the beat in a democratic age, Lord Black's lingo has a virtuoso swagger that harks back to the doublet-and-hose days — "insufferable poltroon," for example, which is how the 14-year old Conrad described the principal at his Toronto private school. Many British and Canadian reporters would like to convict him for his peerage, his glamorous wife and his vocabulary.

However, even in the United States, those are not yet crimes. So instead U.S. Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald has charged Lord Black and his colleagues with enriching themselves via "non-compete agreements." If you need to ask what a "non-compete" is, consider yourself lucky.

Back in March, at the end of the first day of testimony at the Everett Dirksen Courthouse, the jury looked so bored their drooping eyelids would willingly have signed a non-compete agreement with the cramps in their legs. In the final indignity, a colorful larger-than-life personality is on trial for a colorless smaller-than-life offence.

I've never sat through a big-time criminal case before and no-one at Court TV has ever called me up to pronounce on Anna Nicole's baby or any of the other weighty matters that come before the jurists of this great nation. So I'm a layman, and the following are layman's observations. But I don't think you can be walled up on South Dearborn Street without coming away with grave concerns about the state of the justice system.

Point one: I'm amazed at how few trials there are. The federal courthouse isn't one of these 19th century deals with pillars, it's a Mies van der Rohe office block built in the Sixties and I'm in a courtroom on the 12th floor. There are two other courtrooms on the same corridor and gazillions more on the floors above and no trials are going on in any of them but ours. If you want to get away from the media hubbub of the Black trial and find a quiet corner to snore the afternoon away, the best place to go is one of the other courtrooms. You could hunt buffalo on the vast empty plains of these courts. There are no trials taking place. Trial by jury, which is one of the most fundamental rights extending back through the U.S. Constitution to English Common Law and the Roman Empire and the Athenian Republic, is in terminal decline in this country.

It's been replaced by a system of "plea bargains" — i.e., the state offers the guy a reduced sentence in return for saving them the expense of a trial. In theory, this is to prevent backlogs. In traditional Common Law systems, a defendant is entitled to a "speedy" trial by jury, so if you can't bring him before the court expeditiously you're obliged to dismiss. But in practice no trials are speedy any more. They all take years to come before a court: if it had been like this back in the Magna Carta days, the point from the alleged crime to the opening day of trial would have been a quarter of your adult life, and even with the actuarial advantages of the 21st century it still consumes half a decade.

So that's my second observation: the "plea bargain," an American innovation intended to prevent logjams in the system, has become itself the principal logjam. In the Black case, the U.S. Attorney's office spent months in investigation to get enough dope on his Number Two that they could then spend even more months leaning on him to cop a plea. The Number Two is a man called David Radler, the publisher of The Chicago Sun-Times and the executive who negotiated all the deals in dispute in this case. He "stole" exactly the same amount of money Conrad Black did, but Black's facing 101 years in jail while Radler's been offered a 29-month sentence and a transfer to a jail near his home in Vancouver, which means that, under Canadian corrections policy, he'll be out on parole after six months in a British Columbia facility that offers "golf therapy" and community theatre.

Just to run through that again: These two "criminals" divided the loot up equally, but one of them will be in jail for a century longer than the other. Which is my third point: Plea bargains remain largely unknown in other Common Law countries because they offend against the heart of the system — the balance between prosecutor, judge and jury. As Professor John Langbein of Yale Law School has written:

"We expect the prosecutor to make the charging decision, the judge and especially the jury to adjudicate, and the judge to set the sentence. Plea bargaining merges these accusatory, determinative, and sanctional phases of procedure in the hands of the prosecutor."

David Radler is a serial liar who's told multiple contradictory versions of events. But the government rewarded him with decades of freedom so he agreed to tap-dance for them: Greater love hath no man than to lay down his friend for his life.

Which is my third point: It doesn't stop with the star witness. Everybody in this case has been rewarded. Hollinger's independent directors — four-time Governor of Illinois Jim Thompson, former U.S. nuclear arms negotiator Richard Burt, and the super-brainy economist wife of billionaire Henry Kravis — were threatened with enforcement proceedings by the Securities and Exchange Commission for dereliction of duty. And whaddaya know? They decided to testify for the prosecution, too! Between the immunity agreements, the pre-trial settlements, the SEC "Wells notices" and the Canadian "golf therapy" sweetheart deals, every key government witness has been given a significant reward for his testimony. So a case that hinges on whether executives received improper bonuses from the company is entirely dependent on witnesses who've received improper bonuses from the U.S. government. I know which I regard as the greater danger.

Meanwhile, the defence can offer no such inducements: it's like the Dead Skunk Creek All-Stars competing for talent with the New York Yankees. And if you don't take the deal, vengeful prosecutors throw the book at you for having the impertinence to decline to their offer — as at least two of the defendants in this case have discovered.

Point Four: If this is a "crime," where are the "victims"? The government rested its case this week without calling a single victim on whose behalf they claim to be acting. Because the "victims" — ie, the disaffected shareholders — think this trial is not the cure but only another symptom of the disease.

This week, after three months, the government rested. It would be a great cleansing act for the integrity of the federal justice system if all four men were acquitted.

© 2007 - Mark Steyn

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