Archive for the ‘Satire’ Category

The backlash against the pimp of Jidda ends with the crack of a whip; Yemenis making movies

Friday, October 9th, 2009

Just as a quick update for those wondering the fate of Mazen Abdul Jawad, the Saudi who spoke openly about his escapades on an LBC program over the summer: A Saudi court has sentenced the divorced father of four to five years in prison and 1,000 lashes–for violating the Kingdom’s law against “publicizing vice.” Video of the segment here (knowledge of Arabic helps … but you can get the gist, I think, from the visuals):

In other visual media news, the Yemen Embassy is participating in the Arabian Sights: Contemporary Arab Cinema (starting tonight in D.C., dear readers), with the very first Yemeni-produced movie, according to the press releases/the amazing trailer:

“Yemen’s first locally produced film, An intriguing and compelling plot, An exploration to the price of terrorism”

I’m not exactly sure what the plot will be, but based on the trailer, if you know what Allahu Akbar means, you can get by without knowing Arabic. I’m also left wondering; does first locally-produced film really just mean first government-funded propaganda feature-length propaganda piece? Interesting timing, with the Yemeni government confirming yesterday that “hundreds” of soldiers have been wounded and killed in the fighting against the Houthi in the northern region of Sa’ada.

(HT: BT for the Jawad update.)

The Gospel according to Jim Krane: Dubai as savior of the Middle East, Palestinians

Monday, September 7th, 2009

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Dubai in the 1960s.

Dubai in the 1960s.

Over at Steve Clemons’s The Washington Note, guest poster Jim Krane whipped up a storm last week by claiming that Dubai offers up an ideal model, one that other countries in the region should emulate. Call it the “Arabs need to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps” theory. I’m actually having a really difficult time trying to summarize the post, which is just all over the place, but I’ll give it a shot anyway:

  • The U.S. is prolonging the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and otherwise bringing destruction to the region.
  • The U.S. can’t fix the Middle East. The U.S. didn’t help Dubai. Arab countries need to serve their own interests.
  • How?  Follow Dubai’s business-before-politics model. Don’t bother trying to help the Palestinians or complaining about Israel.

Then, watch how Krane parries the straw-man counterargument!

But wait, Dubai is in financial trouble. How could it be a role model?

Dubai’s downturn is temporary. Being one of the world’s most globalized cities, it couldn’t help but be infected by a global recession. The contagion kneecapped each one of its economic pillars: Shipping, logistics, tourism, and its binging real estate sector. Most of these pillars remain sound.

I guess he meant to say temporarily kneecapped? Bit of a strong word for something that remains “sound.”

The whirlwind, logic-free tour continues, with a reminder of the controversy from 2006 when a Dubai-based firm bought the operations of some U.S. ports.

Then we arrive at my favorite part of his incoherent evangelism:

The Dubai model is a mixture of social freedom, unbridled immigration, and raw capitalism. It is overseen by a government that is one of the world’s least democratic. This is no accident. Dubai avoids both elections and the Arab obsession with politics, especially the syndrome of feeling slighted by the West.

The writing is, if you haven’t been able to tell already, a train-wreck. “Unbridled immigration”? I suppose by unbridled he means to say unregulated and prone to coercive practices. Near the end, he concedes that the labor market is “abusive,” the dependence on the real estate market is crippling, and “raw capitalism” and its attendant consumerism also mean unbridled pollution and general deterioration of the environment.

But let’s ignore all that, and focus on the best part of Dubai: it is undemocratic, so it doesn’t have to deal with pesky elections or ideas of citizenship that demand engagement and involvement from the people of the country. Instead, citizenship in Dubai is predicated purely on transfers of wealth and privilege from the government to its citizens.

If Dubai wasn’t autocratic, think of how terrible it would be! Guest workers would (hopefully? eventually?) have a voice, or at least the ability to advocate for themselves without being subject to arrest.

Putting aside arguments about the inherent strengths and weaknesses of democracy, it’s absolutely daft to call Dubai a model that could be replicated elsewhere in the Arab world. I’m sure that if the Palestinians had a booming real estate market and large petroleum/natural gas reserves, the Emirati self-help model would serve them well. But as it stands, I don’t think the Gazans can count on tourism to fix their problems.

What, Me Funny?

Monday, August 10th, 2009

alfred_e_neumanMatt Bai has a great piece in the nytimes magazine on President Obama’s sense of humor. I’m still trying to think how I can beat the Pesci/Goodfella’s headline of the original: Funny How? Ah, perhaps I could hew more closely to the thesis with a play on Alfred E. Neuman’s catchphrase.

Obama is hardly the first television-age president to employ a sometimes unsettling wit. John Kennedy remarked in advance of the 1960 campaign that his father had asked him not to buy too many votes because he wasn’t about to pay for a landslide, and presidents have long turned to professional joke writers to humanize them. What makes Obama’s humor more combustible isn’t just its spontaneity but also its distinctly postmodern, Seinfeldian premise. There’s an absurdist quality to the president’s less serious side, a sense that he woke up this morning to find himself occupying this singularly bizarre place in American life and that he has just now become aware that he’s the only sane guy in the room.

Because the Onion strikes again

Friday, July 31st, 2009

Cambridge Cop Accidentally Arrests Henry Louis Gates Again During White House Meeting

WASHINGTON—Upon arriving late to his meeting with President Barack Obama and famed African-American intellectual Henry Louis Gates, Cambridge police officer James Crowley once again detained the distinguished Harvard scholar after failing to recognize the man he had arrested just two weeks earlier, White House sources reported Thursday. “When I entered the Oval Office, I observed an unidentified black male sitting near Mr. Obama, and in the interest of the president’s safety, I attempted to ascertain the individual’s business at the White House,” Crowley said in a sworn statement following the arrest. “The suspect then became uncooperative and verbally abusive. I had no choice but to apprehend him at the scene for disorderly conduct.” Witnesses said that Sgt. Crowley, failing to recognize Gates on their flight to Logan Airport, arrested the tenured professor in midair, once again at the baggage claim, and twice during their shared cab ride back to Cambridge.

(Ignore this part if you think analyzing humor takes the fun out of it. Which it does, to a certain extent, but I would feel guilty if I just reposted an Onion article and left it at that.)

And yet, I have to wonder what makes this funny. Is it the implied assumption that Crowley thinks all black people look alike? And therefore, Crowley assumes all black males are criminals?

For my part, I enjoy how the fake quotes echo the language of Crowley’s police report, which we now know includes a few inconsistencies about racial identification.

Semantics? I think not

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Commanders of the Multi-National Force-Iraq, as the American-led coalition is formally called, have a looming nomenclature problem.

Two days from now, there will no longer be any other nations with troops in Iraq — no “multi” in the Multi-National Force. As Iraqi forces have increasingly taken the lead, the United States is the last of the “coalition of the willing” that the Bush administration first brought together in 2003.

The nytimes has a great short piece on the slowly becoming bilateral-nature of the Iraq deployment. And a little history lesson!

The phrase coalition of the willing became widespread after it was used by Secretary of State Colin L. Powell before the American invasion, though from the start the title never got much respect. When it became clear that the United Nations was unwilling to back military action against Iraq, Mr. Powell named 30 countries that would pitch in. Nations contributing troops included Tonga, Mongolia, Nicaragua and Latvia. In all, 38 nations sent soldiers over the past six years, typically in groups numbering in the low hundreds, in rotations that were usually brief and sometimes even furtive. Japan sent a force but announced that it would not fight. Dutch troops had to be deployed just to guard it.

Iceland sent the smallest contingent, even before it cut its force in half — which left only one Icelandic soldier in Iraq.

Michael Jackson and the Gulf

Friday, June 26th, 2009

The fifth to last paragraph in a three page nytimes obit:

After his trial, Mr. Jackson largely left the United States for Bahrain, the island nation in the Persian Gulf, where he was the guest of Sheik Abdullah, a son of the ruler of the country, King Hamad bin Isa al-Khalifa. Mr. Jackson would never return to live at his ranch. Instead he remained in Bahrain, Dubai and Ireland for the next several years, managing his increasingly unstable finances. He remained an avid shopper, however, and was spotted at shopping malls in the black robes and veils traditionally worn by Bahraini women.

Apparently his relationship with the Sheikh soon soured, after a few business deals gone wrong. The Sheikh sued Jackson for $7  million dollars and settled out of court.

Yes, D.C. was once a swamp

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

The nytimes seems to be loosening its collective tie … maybe following Keller’s example?

White House staff members report that they and their boss have been routinely bothered by the bugs, and have seen the First Exterminator personally enforcing a no-fly zone in the West Wing.

“He chases them down in the Oval with his briefing papers to smack them,” reports Austan Goolsbee, a member of the president’s Council of Economic Advisers.

(Question: How’d you like to be a fly on the wall in the Oval Office these days? Answer: Not so much.)

Also, what a classic headline. Who doesn’t love those riddle jokes for small children?

“What has 132 rooms and flies?”

(Answer here … just in case my readership consists of toddlers.)

Goodbye’s too good a word, so I’ll just say, fare thee well

Tuesday, June 9th, 2009

The week in review also had a wonderful piece, using a 1945 column by New Yorker columnist A.J. Liebling, to answer very contemporary concerns about the end of newspapers. Perhaps he’s got something here, with this model:

Too much of what newspapers printed, particularly about the war, was filler, or the official, sanitized story. Liebling’s solution was to consider not printing newspapers on certain days:

Abolition, I can say immediately, is not the answer. What I’d like to recommend is to get out large newspapers only on days when there is a lot of news, supplementing them on the intervening days with small bulletins containing such essential matter as race charts, market reports and weather information.

But, what about being prepared to cover the big story?

We do not ask of an army under peacetime conditions that it go out and stage a massacre every day to justify its existence. We do not demand that a fire company rush out and break the windows of a store that is not on fire.

Because the world consists of more than America and the Middle East

Tuesday, April 21st, 2009

“Ma,” a Chinese character for horse, is the 13th most common family name in China, shared by nearly 17 million people. That can cause no end of confusion when Mas get together, especially if those Mas also share the same given name, as many Chinese do.

Ma Cheng’s book-loving grandfather came up with an elegant solution to this common problem. Twenty-six years ago, when his granddaughter was born, he combed through his library of Chinese dictionaries and lighted upon a character pronounced “cheng.” Cheng, which means galloping steeds, looks just like the character for horse, except that it is condensed and written three times in a row.

The character is so rare that once people see it, Miss Ma said, they tend to remember both her and her name. That is one reason she likes it so much.

That is also why the government wants her to change it.

For Ma Cheng and millions of others, Chinese parents’ desire to give their children a spark of individuality is colliding head-on with the Chinese bureaucracy’s desire for order. Seeking to modernize its vast database on China’s 1.3 billion citizens, the government’s Public Security Bureau has been replacing the handwritten identity card that every Chinese must carry with a computer-readable one, complete with color photos and embedded microchips. The new cards are harder to forge and can be scanned at places like airports where security is a priority.

The bureau’s computers, however, are programmed to read only 32,252 of the roughly 55,000 Chinese characters, according to a 2006 government report. The result is that Miss Ma and at least some of the 60 million other Chinese with obscure characters in their names cannot get new cards — unless they change their names to something more common.

I suppose this is why advocates for smaller government in the U.S. gain so much traction by invoking the bureaucratic bogeyman. Can you imagine the U.S. trying to tell people what to name their children? Oh, this post is not supposed to be about America. O.K. … back the nytimes “Name Not on Our List? Change It, China Says.

Moreover, the situation is about to get worse or, in the government’s view, better. Since at least 2003, China has been working on a standardized list of characters for people to use in everyday life, including when naming children.

One newspaper reported last week that the list would be issued later this year and would curb the use of obscure names. A government linguistics official told Xinhua, the state-run news agency, that the list would include more than 8,000 characters. Although that is far fewer than the database now supposedly includes, the official said it was more than enough “to convey any concept in any field.” About 3,500 characters are in everyday use.

Government officials suggest that names have gotten out of hand, with too many parents picking the most obscure characters they can find or even making up characters, like linguistic fashion accessories. But many Chinese couples take pride in searching the rich archives of classical Chinese to find a distinctive, pleasing name, partly to help their children stand out in a society with strikingly few surnames.

This is essentially the exact opposite of the English language. The OED has 600,000 definitions. Let’s just say there are millions, when we throw in technical terms, neologisms, terms adapted from immigrant communities, and slang.

By some estimates, 100 surnames cover 85 percent of China’s citizens. Laobaixing, or “old hundred names,” is a colloquial term for the masses. By contrast, 70,000 surnames cover 90 percent of Americans.

The number of Chinese family names in use has tended to shrink as China’s population has grown, a winnowing of surnames that has occurred in many cultures over time.

At last count, China’s Wangs were leading with more than 92 million, followed by 91 million Lis and 86 million Zhangs. To refer to an unidentified person — the equivalent of “just anybody” in English — one Chinese saying can be loosely translated this way: “some Zhang, some Li.”

And here’s my favorite part of the story:

Wang Daliang, a linguistics scholar with the China Youth University for Political Science, said picking rare characters for given names only compounded the problem and inconvenienced everyone. “Using obscure names to avoid duplication of names or to be unique is not good,” he wrote in an e-mail response to questions.

Way to confront the goverment line, Mr. Wang. This affects you too! What’s Daliang supposed to be mean, anyway? Probably not as cool as “galloping steeds.”

Oh, and Jackie Chan agrees with the government … about everything.

While addressing a group of Chinese businessmen, Jackie Chan spoke out against freedoms for the Chinese people, saying that if they weren’t controlled they would “just do what [they] want.”

The horror! The Onion’s fake vox pops puts it all into perspective for us, thankfully:

They should at least be tougher about the lax placement of pulleys, buckets, ladders, and hovercraft that have given this man no end of trouble.

Indeed.

But you know, for some reason, I doubt “Jackie” will be included in the government database.

Jokes and the joking jokers who have served in Congress

Monday, April 20th, 2009

The nytimes makes a weak connection in the Week in Review between Al Franken and past epic put-downs and witty ripostes from members of Congress. Get it? He’s not the first comedian in the federal legislature.

In honor of their ripostes, I will repost some of my favorites.

(Particularly since the writer admits most are taken from Paul F. Boller Jr.’s 1991 book, “Congressional Anecdotes.”)

The Job Putdown

Offered the Whig Party nomination for vice president in 1848, Senator Daniel Webster of Massachusetts declined: “I do not propose to be buried until I am dead.”

Asked why he accepted the nomination for vice president in 1976, Senator Robert Dole of Kansas replied: “Inside work, no heavy lifting.”

In 1984, Representative Morris Udall of Arizona (whose son and nephew represent Colorado and New Mexico, respectively, in the Senate) swore off any intent to run again for president: “If nominated, I shall run to Mexico. If elected, I shall fight extradition.”

The Withering

Representative Alexander Smyth of Virginia, a garrulous old general from the War of 1812, noticed that another of his endless speeches was boring Representative Henry Clay of Kentucky. “You speak for the present generation,” General Smyth reminded the younger man. “I speak for posterity.” “Yes,” Mr. Clay replied with a sigh, “and you seem resolved to continue speaking until your audience arrives.”