Mitch Daniels first ran for governor in 2004, he adopted a slogan of "My Man
Mitch" in order to build a folksy, homespun, plain ole Hoosier image
despite the fact he'd spent his entire adult life working for corporate and
the time, many of us suggested that "That Bitch Mitch" was a more
appropriate nickname, considering he had, quite literally, operated as a
professional bitch for more than 20 years.
me for my indelicacy, but "bitch" is the only appropriate word to describe his
professional career. Daniels was Richard Lugar's gofer for several years and
then became Ronald Reagan's bitch when the Gipper needed legal cover for
swindling local communities out of funds they deserved.
a period of time at the Hudson Institute, a finishing school for right-wingers
with ambitions of becoming even bigger bitches to corporate interests, he
became a head bitch at Lilly during a time when the pharmaceutical giant was on
its way to some costly legal settlements.
those qualifications, he became governor, where's he's turned the table and
made us all his bitches. We've gotten less and less from government while
paying more and more. He's mortgaged the financial future of the state so that
wealthy homeowners can avoid paying their fair share of property taxes.
he wants to run for president and make all Americans his bitch. It's time for
all right-thinking Hoosiers to bombard him with letters urging him not to run.
You've hurt us enough. You have your money. Now please go home, Mr. Governor,
at the end of your term. You can become Ambassador to Jamaica under the next
Republican president. Please don't run.
find myself worried more and more these days about the fate of Flo, the TV
spokeswoman for Progressive Insurance. I'm so worried that I think an
investigation by law enforcement may be necessary When she first
started showing up in ads a few years ago, she was just another irritating
presence on TV. But since you can't watch an episode of Pawn Stars or Intervention without seeing her three or four
times, I began noticing things about Flo.
an online saleswoman, quoting insurance prices. But she never gets to leave her
desk. And she's seemingly trapped within the confines of Progressive's web
site. Her presence raises more questions than it answers.
did she get there? Was she abducted and then, Patty Hearst-style, begin to
identify with her captors, even praising them? Is that why she's so abnormally
perky? Is she stuck permanently in cyberspace, unable to leave the antiseptic
white room in which she's imprisoned?
many other people has Progressive kidnapped, digitized and forced to work
nonstop as salespeople? Will we be next?
ongoing adventures of Flo in captivity deserve the full attention of us all.
Perhaps someday she will be freed from her shackles and will be able to explain
the curious circumstances that made her a cyberslave.
then, any ideas on freeing this poor digital slave should be passed along to
the Cyber Crimes unit of the FBI.
if you can see this: Help is on the way!
A few words with Beatriz
woman approached me the other day at the bus stop at Ohio and Meridian, selling
bags of microwave popcorn. I wasn't buying -- I don't like the stuff -- and
neither was anyone else. After several attempts, she sat down on the bench next
to me and started talking.
name was Beatriz and she was born in Peru 55 years ago, she said. Taking off
her shoes to rub her tired feet, she talked about her job at a downtown hotel
and how exhausting her job was.
even harder now," she said. "They want to cut our hours and pay us even less."
Her children, all American citizens, had all graduated from college or were
about to graduate. Beatriz herself had never managed to get American
citizenship and she said she was worried about it.
Reagan, he always made me feel afraid with the way he talked," she told me.
"Mr. Clinton didn't seem to care. Mr. Bush, he is from Texas and knows about
immigration, so I thought he would help me, but he didn't."
asked her what she would do. "Mr. Obama, I know he wants to do the right thing.
He has so many enemies. I hope he cares enough to fight them. My children, they
tell me not to worry. 'Mama,' they say, 'things will be all right. Obama will
find a way.' And I hope they right. But I keep working harder and I keep
getting more afraid."
told her I would pray for her. I climbed on the bus, wondering how many more
people like Beatriz live in our city, frightened about the future.