If you're politically moderate (re:feckless), achingly bi-partisan (or running for re-election in a swing state), you'll often lament the limitation of the red state/blue state divide, or trot out the old chestnut about how American politics is so much more than Left vs. Right. But let's be honest: something is up with the South, and its more than just their propensity to vote Republican. Its the scourge of the Baptists! Continue reading
Foreign Policy’s new blog, Passport, has a great post about the status of the American auto industry. U.S. car manufacturing is as stong as ever—if you replace names like GM and Ford with Toyota and Honda. Both of these companies, incidentally, continue to build plants in places like Lincoln, Alabama.
FP editor Travis Daub’s advice to US automakers:
So how should the U.S. auto industry recover?
- Swallow your pride. Stop resenting the Japanese and start learning from them. (after 30 years)
- Stop crying over the high cost of healthcare. Start smaller spinoff companies that can be younger and more agile. (like Saturn)
- Stop building the car your dad wanted to drive. Start building the car your daughter wants to drive.
Besides, didn’t your grandfather once buy a Corvair?
You’ve ignored poetry from January through March, so why not a PR campagin reminding you that:
- You don’t own a book of poetry.
- Not only did you not understand T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” when you were in high school, but you have no earthly idea who T.S. Eliot is.
- April is also Alcohol Awareness Month, and you’re too busy ducking your AA sponsor (or getting drunk) to read any poetry.
Richard Howard thinks poetry should be a private affair (via an interview he gave to Poets&Writers last year), so, for him, April really is the cruelest month.
The Academy of American Poets—who runs National Poetry Month—has information about events, readings, and other activities you won’t be attending on their website, where you can sign up to recieve a Poem-a-Day. Check it out for the unfortunate but hilarious pictoral association of poetry reading with taking medicine, or perhaps birth control.