Mandatory Voting?

While looking into the question as to whether or not voting should be mandatory, I found this from a New York Times op-ed piece by Jason Brennan, an assistant professor of ethics at Georgetown University (Nov. 7, 2011):

"Imagine Betty wants to help people, but has crazy beliefs about how to help them. Betty steals food from the starving. She kicks the injured. She takes money from the poor. Betty has noble intentions, but no one needs her help.

The best scientific studies tell us that citizens act like Betty at the voting booth. Voters have noble intentions. Yet they have systematically false beliefs about basic economics, political science and foreign policy. When We the People vote, we make bad choices, and we get what we choose.

The median voter is incompetent at politics. The citizens who abstain are, on average, even more incompetent. If we force everyone to vote, the electorate will become even more irrational and misinformed. The result: not only will the worse candidate on the ballot get a better shot at winning, but the candidates who make it on the ballot in the first place will be worse.

Most people believe that more voting causes better government. This is an article of faith, not fact. Social scientists have shown that higher quality government tends to cause higher turnout. But higher turnout does not cause higher quality government."

Now incompetence in voting is in the eye of the beholder. Is this esteemed elitist in effect saying that higher voting turnouts bring out the Red State contingent? Reading the piece itself, this is not crystal clear.

And what are the hallmarks of voting incompetence? The good professor really did not give guidelines for determining this, except alluding to scientific studies in which a competent decision is based on someone's opinion, like Prof. Brennan and talking about his good-intentioned straw woman Betty who kicks and robs from the poor. It seems to me that he failed to distinguish between matters of opinion and matters of fact.

The values of pi and the base of natural logarithms are a matter of fact. If I have an opinion that pi is 3 or 3.01, I'm wrong! In today's computational world, very wrong. Conversely, I can have an opinion that we should abolish the TSA. That's an opinion. But whether or not it's a good idea is a matter of lively debate.

In the wake of the Charlie Hebdo shootings there were a lot of opinions that the cartoons should have been published by mainstream media. David Brooks, of the same NYT, argued that they should not, as a matter of taste. He has a right to his opinion, one that I share. Not out of cowardice, but because nice people do not insult others' cherished religious beliefs. 

Anyway, the best position with regard to the quality of voting resulting from mandatory voting is an agnostic one: we absolutely don't know.

My opinion is that voting should not be mandatory because (in my opinion) our governments on every level should be minimally coercive in terms of affecting peoples' lives. Therefore, we should not have dry counties (like next door Limestone County, for example), limit reasonable lawn decorations (plastic flamingoes are Southern folk art), singing the blues, and women wearing skimpy swimsuits! And certainly, Alabama adults should be able to exercise the option of voting, going fishing, or having an extra cup of coffee on election day. But I base this opinion on the notion that freedom itself is a societal value. Mandatory voting makes us less free.

Scented Panties

In my reading, I read occasionally about questionable products actually brought to market, the most bizarre one has to be Snif-T-Panties. This is women’s underwear that smells like bananas, popcorn, whiskey or pizza.

I don't know if they did much beta testing with other odors, but I can imagine an Alabama guy about to have sex with his lady who was wearing banana-scented panties. Would he go off an eat some bananas instead?

It’s probably no surprise that Snif-T-Panties haven’t met with even a whiff of success. While it is true that used panties had been sold in vending machines in Japan, those had only whatever natural smells remained.

Brother, Can You Spare the State a Dime?

Well, 2015 is almost here, and the state has a $265 million in the General Fund.  Medicaid, prisons, and other necessities can be affected by this.  It's really put up or shut up time for our lawmakers. There's two possibilities that could be put in play:

1)  Raise taxes  But a vote to increase taxes is like a kiss of death for both Republicans and Democrats. This isn't going to happen.

2)  Institute a state lottery. But the more conservative elements will have a conniption fit.  Also, it's in effect a tax on stupidity. Still, I know of a few who regularly travel over the state line to purchase Tennessee lottery tickets.

Maybe we need some creative other solutions:

1) Hold a super-duper bake sale. But, let's face it, Alabama baking is nothing to write home about.

2) Trim back on expenses. Cut back on fat cat state employees.

3) Tax sex. Think of the braggart factor.

4) Try to get an NFL franchise.

5) Impose a tax on football tickets.

6) Establish a bikini tax.

7) Elect Nick Saban as Governor next go-round.

Can you think of any others? Alabama is seriously in deep trouble.  But if we get a bad hurricane in 2015, we're in deep shit.

http://www.al.com/news/index.ssf/2014/12/what_big_issues_will_alabama_l.html#incart_river

Fine Art in Tuscaloosa

The Druid City Brewing Company has a parody of Grant Wood's "American Gothic" on display, featuring Nick Saban and Paul Finebaum:


http://photos.al.com/alphotos/2014/12/alabama_gothic_2014.html#incart_photo

Miss France for 2015 Winner

She's Camille Cerf, representing Nord Pas de Calais!

Brother Bob, the Porn King

I suppose you might have heard about the arch segregationist who dropped off the radar and reincarnated himself as a writer, even writing a best seller.  Yup, this was a former Alabamian.

Another one, less known, was a fire and brimstone Church of Christ preacher, who got tired of it all. and disappeared.

Now where did Brother Bob Wilde go?  His former flock wondered and wondered.  Finally, a church member with more money than sense hired a detective to look for Brother Bob, fearing that he met with foul play.

In a sense he had.  He traipsed off to wildest Tennessee where he ran a chicken ranch breeding fighting cocks and another kind: having a trio of daring doxies in a double wide trailer to console the hillbillies up there.

Also, this led him to a literary sideline: he wrote hillbilly noir porn to satisfy the totally sick tastes of Yankees who were totally credulous when it came to any notorious story about rural Southerners.  For a long time, only Erskine Caldwell and Frank Yerby filled that gap.  Brother Bob really knew his stuff.

Lovely French Ladies for Tomorrow

For the Miss France contest tomorrow, 33 lovely ladies are competing.   Here are their pictures in evening gowns:

http://www.thelocal.fr/galleries/culture/miss-france-2015-candidates-

All are real beauties.