Sunday, April 22, 2012

A LEOPARD CHANGED HIS SPOTS



Notes of Concern…
….Jackson Blair



A LEOPARD CHANGED HIS SPOTS

When most of us were growing up there was an old saying that “a leopard cannot change his spots.”

This was an abbreviated way to say people do not change throughout their lives and what you see is pretty much what you get from beginning to end with any person.

When I think of Chuck Colson, who died recently, I think both the saying and the selection of the animal, a leopard, has meaning. Colson operated very much like a leopard during his political heyday.

Wikipedia comments on leopards as follows:

The species' success in the wild is in part due to its opportunistic hunting behavior, its adaptability to habitats, its ability to run at speeds approaching 58 kilometres per hour (36 mph), its unequaled ability to climb trees even when carrying a heavy carcass, and its notorious ability for stealth. The leopard consumes virtually any animal that it can hunt down and catch

In the late 1960’s and early 1970’s Chuck Colson was one of the most feared men in Washington. He was a member of President Richard Nixon’s inner circle from 1969-1973.

To give you an idea of how close he was to the president, he joined with Chief of Staff Bob Haldemann and Richard Nixon to take the returns on the evening of the 1972 Presidential Election, a contest in which Nixon was a landslide winner. Imagine what it must have taken to be invited to that select gathering.

In the presidents inner circle Chuck Colson was the master of intrigue, “dirty tricks” and any kind of activity that most of us would have found unseemly anywhere, but certainly so in The White House.

Wikipedia has this to say about Colson:
Once known as President Nixon's "hatchet man," Colson gained notoriety at the height of the Watergate affair for being named as one of the Watergate Seven, and pleaded guilty to obstruction of justice for attempting to defame Pentagon Papers defendant Daniel Ellsberg.

I had the privilege of doing some advance work for The White House in those days and I met many of the Nixon men. I had a definite opinion about even those I did not meet from being privy to conversations with people who knew them well. Colson was regularly regarded as a hardnosed partisan, dedicated to the person of Richard Nixon, and willing to do whatever was required to move Nixon forward. Colson was once reported to have said he would have gladly “run over my grandmother for Richard Nixon.”

After the Watergate Affair and the president’s resignation Colson was the first aide to actually be incarcerated. A man who stood daily at the side of a president, maintained offices in The White House, and commanded large numbers of people and big budgets went from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to a small prison cell.

During his imprisonment Colson announced a conversion.

He found God.

In addition, he found men around him whom he came to see as good folks who had done bad things and were in desperate need of a few friends.

Undoubtedly, he saw himself in them.

This conversion and these new interests were the subject of many news stories and magazine articles. People were largely unconvinced.

 I did not “buy” it.

It was difficult for me to imagine people could be so naïve. This was Chuck Colson! There had to be an “angle” I thought. He had to be planning some sort of a comeback.

I pretty much forgot about Colson until I read that he was to receive the Templeton Prize. This prize, donated by Sir John Templeton, and carrying with it a financial award larger than the Nobel Peace Prize (Colson received more than one million dollars, refused the money, and asked that it be given to Prison Fellowship Ministries), was and is one of the most admired recognitions any man or woman could receive.

A description of the prize reads as follows:

The Templeton Prize honors a living person who has made an exceptional contribution to affirming life's spiritual dimension, whether through insight, discovery, or practical works.

Each year, many people are nominated for consideration. The competition is very tough. The jury is exemplary.

I could not imagine Chuck Colson could fool them.

So I read the material announcing the award. Briefly, here is a summary from the website of the Templeton Prize.

Charles W. Colson, former special counsel to President Richard Nixon, began Prison Fellowship after serving a sentence in federal prison for Watergate-related crimes. It is now the largest prison outreach program in the world, operating a network of ministries in 60 nations. The organization has made substantial gains in breaking the cycle of crime and recidivism.

A friend and mentor of mine had become a fan of Colson’s conversion. I was surprised to receive an invitation to attend the award ceremony, which was held at The University of Chicago. While still a bit skeptical, I decided to attend with my friend, mostly out of curiosity.

It was a trip I do not regret.

Colson’s acceptance speech was superb. Listening to him express his new thinking, comment on what he found in prison, and dedicate his life to helping one segment of people in a very meaningful way, was moving.

Later I was invited to serve on the board of Prison Ministry in the northeast United States. I accepted and had a chance to see up close and personal the good work that those working with Prison Ministries are doing around our country and the world.

There are few people as lonely as an incarcerated man or woman.

They are helpless to care for their families and loved ones.

They face years, sometimes a lifetime, of no freedom.

Often their lives are at risk every day.

They are neither innocent nor typically lovable characters and most have been found guilty by a jury of their peers and are paying their debt to society.

Yet Chuck Colson created and expanded a network of caring men and women who would minister to these people in so many ways, including helping with their families and bringing peace of mind into their lives.

So the heavily spotted leopard that was Charles Colson between 1969-1973 clearly found a way to change, maybe even eliminate, those spots.

An often forgotten segment of society is heavily in his debt.

Hopefully, men and women with similar concerns and good hearts will continue and grow the good work in which he was engaged.

Monday, April 16, 2012

BOYS WILL BE BOYS

Notes of Concern...
                      ...Jackson Blair

BOYS WILL BE BOYS


Recently there has been a “dust-up” at the Master’s Golf Tournament. It is old news to anyone who follows these things. Seems the “boys” down at that club, which by the way is a private club, really do not want to admit any “girls.”

It is only fair to note that some time in the past the “boys” at the Club also permitted only black caddies. But after some sturm und drang, they gave up that rule.

Seems they are dug in on the “No Girls” rule, though.

It reminds me of Spanky and the Our Gang movie kids. They were always trying to get away from the girls. Charles Schulz furthered a boy’s concern by depicting Lucy, the female nemesis of Charlie Brown.

It is an age- old conundrum: can’t live with them; can’t live without them.

Many years ago I was a member of The University Club of New York City. It was a time when the Club admitted only males. A savvy Mayor and ambitious Governor decided if the “boys” were going to have their companies pay their dues, and if the “boys” were going to discuss business deals while in the clubhouse and pay for everything with their corporate expense accounts, then “girls” had to be included.

Let me tell you that the meeting of the membership that took place on that situation is not one I will soon forget.

In the end the old “boys” gave in. Seems when it came to money and licenses, they would rather welcome women than close down.

I saw a similar event occur at the venerable old Duquesne Club in Pittsburgh, PA. I expect it happened all over the United States.

Except in Georgia!

Those fellas at Augusta National Golf Club have manned (sorry about that word choice) their sand traps, taken hold of their pin markers, and continue to refuse to give the gals a membership.

Those Southern Gentlemen who comprise the member list of Augusta National Golf Club do not bend in the wind, not even in a hurricane.

When President Eisenhower played golf, he particularly loved to play at Augusta. Unfortunately, on one hole he regularly bounced his drive off of a large tree. He and that tree “went steady” for so long he finally asked the club to remove it. Not only did they refuse to remove the tree, they named it after him! And now in every playing of the Masters, commentators make regular reference to the "Eisenhower Tree."

Now the cheese begins to bind here. So get ready!

I am from the “old school.” I think the boys ought to be allowed their own havens away from the world (and from the girls), and I think the girls ought to have the same protection for their havens.

Fortunately, my wife agrees with me.

Being of the “old school” can be viewed in many ways. For us it simply means we were comfortable with many of the ways life used to be lived and as the world begins to change the rules and waddles on toward a new dawn and unknown horizons, we are still able to appreciate the positives of what will soon be by-gone ways.  we comfort ourselves in the foundations that existed while we were growing up and living our lives. 

We also are comforted knowing that all the “movers and shakers” today will soon be those championing their “old school” foundations as society moves on from their generation.

Neither of us sees any reason why folks should be legally required to open the doors of their privately funded social institutions to anyone. At the same time, both of us agree that these kinds of organizations have to be 100% social in nature.

No human being should be excluded from an organization where business is conducted. Fair play requires open doors.

So back to the Augusta National Golf Club.

The head of IBM, a female, is refused membership. IBM sponsors the Masters Tournament. IBM kicks in “gazillions” in support for the Masters Tournament. Previous chairmen of IBM were offered membership in the Augusta National Golf Club.

Are they still 100% social down there in Georgia?

Or do I smell money and sponsorship hanging down from those beautiful old trees like moss and conjuring up thoughts of new computers in every home?

Thursday, April 12, 2012

EMAILS FROM POTUS


Notes of Concern…
                               …Jackson Blair


The President Emails Me (Shh)



I just cannot keep it a secret any longer.

During the last many months I have received some personal messages from POTUS.

Yup, the President of the United States.

It is an unwritten rule that one never should discuss anything that is said between the President and you, so I cannot be too specific. Let’s just say he calls me “Jack” and he likes to keep me in the loop.

When I first heard from Barry I was pretty sure someone was scamming me on email. But after a while I started getting emails from Michelle. Now there just is no way she could know me unless her husband put in a good word. She calls me “Jack,” too, and I find that a little informal since we haven’t officially met but I am going to let that little faux pas pass.

Not too long ago I heard from one of Mitt Romney’s kids. I can’t remember which of the boys wrote but who cares. He was telling me all about his dad.

What an inside opportunity that presents.

He isn’t a bad writer and it is great he shares some real intimate moments from his family history. It would be just great to hear from his brothers, too. I keep watching for more Romney family news.
Ann Romney dropped me a quick email, too. She wanted me to know how hard her husband has been working. She even shared a story about how his boys anxiously awaited his return from work and then would prank him. Evidently, they all had so much fun.

I have never been too fond of Joe Biden so I don’t even open his emails. They come pretty regularly. I suppose Barry or Michelle told him about me. I am pretty sure Mitt didn’t.

This whole thing has been very exciting. I told my wife I feel certain the next time there is a big White House Dinner we are sure to be on the invitation list. I am checking to see if I fit into my old tux and she is already out looking for a suitable dress.

As long as Barry doesn’t find out that Mitt and I are communicating and Mitt doesn’t learn about my chats with Barry, I have doubled my chances for an invitation to the next inauguration.

Ain’t life wonderful?














Sunday, April 8, 2012

IN DEFENSE OF THE SECRETARY


Notes of Concern…
                               …Jackson Blair


In Defense of the Secretary



The Honorable Leon Panetta has been excoriated in the press recently for accumulating hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt for the Department of Defense by flying home to his family in California on occasion. 

This kind of stuff makes good copy.

Newspapers are thrilled to run it.

No one came to his defense.

Until now.

Panetta served in the United States Congress. He served as Head of the Office of Management and Budget. He served as Chief of Staff to the President of The United States. He served as Head of our Central Intelligence Agency.

And now he serves as Secretary of Defense.

In other words, he has worked his tail off for the American people for a very long time.

He and his family have their real home in California. You know, one of our 50 states! This one happens to be about as far away from Washington, DC as you can get but last time I checked we still allow people to select the location of their abode.

So every now and then, probably when the pressures get unbearable, the Secretary tries to take a little R&R with his family. So he boards a U.S. Air Force plane, a small one at that, and goes home.

Why does he use government transportation?

Because we make him.

From Wikipedia: “The White House understood when Mr. Panetta took the job that he would return to Monterey to visit his family, as he did when he was director of the CIA,” a senior administration official said at the time. “That’s where his family lives, after all.”

The SecDef has to been in communication at all times. The SecDef is a candidate for both assassination and kidnap attempts. The SecDef has to be able to launch troops, send missiles, react to tragedies at any time and this requires special equipment that the government has no present plans to place on commercial aircraft.

In addition, while flying the SecDef works, he talks with the President, he gets advice from the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

Well, you get my drift.

Now Secretary Panetta repays the government the equivalent of a commercial air ticket for each of his trips (I believe about $650.) He does this out of his pocket. The government pays whatever extra it takes to get the SecDef to his home. This difference adds up to what the government thinks is necessary for the SecDef to function properly and be safe.

It seems a fair acknowledgement that if he lived in Virginia he could get home easily. Because he lives in California, he pays what it would reasonably cost him to go home.

It is time we gave our public servants a little bit of slack. To suggest that Panetta is a man of “high living” tastes or a man who willingly sticks the government with expenses is to forget his days as head of the Office of Management and Budget.

When former Speaker Pelosi went home to California she did so in a very large, comfortably appointed jet. Up went the hue and cry.

When former President Richard Nixon chose to live in San Clemente and to call it The Western White House, up went the hue and cry.

When Harry Truman liked to hang out at Key West, up went the hue and cry.

Johnson went to the Pedernales, Kennedy to Hyannis Port, Ike to Gettysburg, and Reagan to his ranch in California. They all “go somewhere.”

When the best men and women work for the people, work in the government, they are typically the kind of people who could make a huge multiple of their government salaries in the private sector.

We need them and they bring a wealth of experience and ability to their jobs.

I am sure you all noticed how many millions of dollars it took to send the President to Europe, or Mrs. Obama and their girls on vacation, or the First Family to Hawaii. That is because of what is required for them to travel safe and do his job.

I am pleased they all can find some time to sit back and relax, if being on call “24-7” to handle the most critical issues of our time can ever really allow any “R&R.”

The bottom line for me?

THANKS FOR YOUR SERVICE.


Wednesday, April 4, 2012

IT'S "MITTENS" TIME


Notes of Concern…
                               …Jackson Blair





 It's “MITTENS” time!



“Mittens,” the “Mittster,” “Willard,” whatever you like to call the former Massachusetts Governor, he is now seeking a new nickname, something along the line of POTUS, the Prez, the Big House Resident, etc.

He has in my view locked up the GOP nomination and will spend the remaining time until the summer convention ignoring the other fellas: Mr. Speaker, Former Senator and Gadlfy.

I found one recent comment about Rick Santorum really insightful. The commentator said that Rick Santorum is the only guy who can lose three primaries on one night and still think he is Ronald Reagan.

Another commentator reminded Santorum “close only counts in horseshoes.” Santorum is not only not on “The Back Nine” on the Presidential Nomination Golf Course- he has lost his scorecard, his golf bag and his caddy.

As for Mr. Speaker, he of multiple wives and mistresses, he should be getting paid by the Obama campaign for the verbal carnage he is leaving all along his path. Like General Sherman’s march through Georgia in the Civil War, the Speaker is trying to burn everything down and leave nothing for Romney to salvage. Of course Gingrich is from Georgia and as Northerners know those folks are pretty sure the Civil War is not over.

Congressman Paul knew he would not win nomination. He is a smart, albeit odd, man. I have always liked him. He is having fun in his twilight years. Some think he is hopeful his campaign will generate interest in his U.S. Senator son, Rand. Whatever his reasons, Paul has behaved admirably and has represented the views of a minority in this country, many of them young, idealistic voters.

So “Mittens” now must think toward a running mate. Of course, everyone has advice. Some think he needs an Hispanic (Senator Rubio for instance). Some think he needs the sitting Governor of an important state, someone with executive experience (Governor Christie for instance). Some think he needs a woman ( the Governor of New Mexico-who happens to be Hispanic: a two for one!) and some think he needs to pick someone the Tea Party could rally around (like Senator Rand Paul.)

Just so I am upfront about all of this, I have a favorite horse in the Veep sweepstakes: Condoleezza Rice.

Secretary Rice worked for four years in the G.H.W. Bush White House. Add another eight years at the federal level as she worked in the G.W. Bush White House and as Secretary of State. That gives her twelve years at the top of American foreign policy.

She was Provost of Stamford University at a very young age. And I can throw in that she is a concert pianist who likes to date football players!

More importantly, she is steeped in international relations skills, the area in which the “Mittster” is the least experienced. The cognoscenti will also mention she is black and she is female. None of the others mentioned even come close in bringing what she brings to the table in discussing potential VEEPS.

But the primary qualification in my mind should never be what state the vice presidential nominee could deliver in the election, nor what interest group the nominee might excite, but whether the vice presidential candidate is qualified to step up and run the country if required in any emergency.

No other qualification trumps that one.

If the presidential nominee really cares about the country and places such a belief above tweaking his election chances, Secretary Rice is one of those who has to be on his short list.















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