Rooting For The Little Guy

I’ve become addicted to listening the NPR program “This American Life” lately. I started with the weekly podcast about six months ago, but a couple of weeks ago I started listening to the archives that stretch back to 1995. With thirteen years of archives I’ve been listening all day, rather than waiting another week to hear the next program. It really helps my day go by. Being stuck in a 10 x 10 office all day programming web sites can get a little boring.

The opinion among my ideological brethren is that NPR is notoriously liberal. Even Howard Dean described the classic liberal as driving a Volvo station wagon while listening to NPR. While I’ve noticed the left-of-center slant in the This American Life programs, it hasn’t been something that I’ve found to be obnoxious. Not nearly as obnoxious as the racket coming out of Sean Hannity’s mouth on a daily basis. The stories presented are mostly stories about everyday people with not much of a political stance either way.

When I come across the stray liberal stance here or there I generally just take it within the context presented and brush it aside. However, occasionally one of the contributors says something that just sticks in my head.

Today I found myself pondering a story from “Dishwasher Pete” that deals with the 1996 National Restaurant Association convention. I think Pete is pretty funny, and seems like a really nice guy. I suppose his thing is that he’s there representing the lowly dishwasher among the boss types that are in attendance at this convention. While admirable in intent, logically it’s a little misguided. It’s the classic leftist shot at “the man.”

Pete’s visit to this convention is generally benign. Bob Dole is the keynote speaker, and Pete asks if he has any advice for the dishwashers of America. In classic Dole style his response is, “Just keep washing.”

Later Pete visits an automated dishwasher manufacturer’s booth. The dishwasher vendor explains that with his machine a restaurant owner can cut back on dishwasher staff, because it only takes one person to run this machine. Pete’s follow up question is the kind of thing that reveals the flaws of leftist thinking.

He’s asks something like, “How will this affect the dishwashers that lose their jobs because of this machine?” The vendor seems a little taken back and give a stupid response that seems to indicate that the machine will help to ensure job security for the remaining dishwasher.

He should have said something like, “Well, looks like the dishwasher will need to find another dish washing job, or learn another marketable skill.”

Since when is it the restaurant owner’s job to keep someone employed past their usefulness to the company? There’s this sense of entitlement that comes with liberalism that I find it hard to explain. Who is ensuring that the restaurant owner will keep his job? Answer: the restaurant owner. He keeps his job by offering something to the market that is worth buying. He keeps himself in a job. He does not have the responsibility to haul around the extra weight of an employee that doesn’t see the need to offer a compelling service to the marketplace. What leftists seem to miss is that in a free market system we are all little businesses. Every worker is a tiny little business. We all offer something to the marketplace to be exchanged for money, or we don’t make a living. Simple.

The reason that I have a job in an ad agency making decent money is because I taught myself graphic design while working as a counter guy at Kinko’s. I was making about $5.00 per hour working at there. That’s nearly equivalent to washing dishes. If I wanted to make more money I needed to expand my skills. I needed to offer more to the marketplace.. so I did.

A dishwasher can learn to cook. A cook can learn to manage. A manager can start his own business. Why is this so hard for ‘progressives’ to understand? This is the best way to root for “the little guy.” This is the best way to have a prosperous society. Help people to better themselves by helping them to learn how to offer more to the market.

John McCain was given a lot of grief when he visited Detroit on a campaign stop. He was asked what can be done about the autoworkers who are finding themselves out of a job. His response was that the workers needed to be retrained to find another place in the market. What?!? Retrained!?! That’s ridiculous!

Why should American automakers be forced to keep armies of obsolete workers on payroll? That’s is the reason that younger auto workers are losing their jobs in the first place. It’s the reason that American automakers find it difficult to compete with overseas competitors. The unions have negotiated such a welfare state for retired workers that the companies can’t afford to keep the current workers on payroll. The money has to come from somewhere. Unions are the worker’s worst enemy. There was a time and place for them a century ago, but that time has passed. The unions are a millstone around the neck of American manufacturing.

OK… enough preaching… sorry. Stepping down from my soap box.

I can remember a conversation that I had with a ‘progressively’ minded friend of the family one time. He was complaining about the minimum wage. He asked me if I was able to live on my own when I was making minimum wage. He said that no one can live on minimum wage today. In fact, I did live on my own… sort of. When I moved out of my parent’s house I shared a house with two of my friends, and we split living expenses like rent or groceries. It wasn’t the government’s job to get me more money. It was my job to get me more money. Statistically, most of the people earning minimum wage are young people who only need to support themselves. Of those earning minimum wage only a small percentage are the primary providers for a family.

Anyway… I’d better stop. I’m diving back in.

Conclusion: the best way to help the little guy is to help them to help themselves. Teach a man to fish.

Pull Ups

In March of 2000 my wife and I had dinner with our friend Mike Staires. Mike was the Executive Director of Shepherd’s Fold Ranch, a Christian summer camp in Oklahoma, and he was on a staff recruiting trip in Dallas. Sarah and I had been living in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area since 1998, and were making a meager living playing our music and selling CDs. Being nearly broke, we asked Mike if he needed anyone to lead worship at camp that summer. This was in the days when we could take on a summer camp salary and be fine. At least it would be steady work for a few months. Mike gave us the gig, and we moved to “The Ranch” a couple of months later.

As I’ve mentioned before, Shepherd’s Fold is where my wife and I met in 1993. In the early 90s, when I was in my early 20s, I worked three summers there. They were some of the best days that I can remember. Those were the care free days of suntanned skin, sleek muscle tone and young love.

It had been a long time since either of us had worked at camp. It’s strange when you return to a place where you hold so many great memories from your more youthful days. I expected that I would just pick up where I left off. In my first days back I was given definitive proof that I had indeed aged.

At SFR there is a low-ropes course that includes a feature called “The Wall.” It’s exactly what it sounds like. It’s a 12 foot wall that you and your team are supposed to climb over. The goal is to get everyone over… no matter what. When I was a camp counselor it was always interesting to see people get over this thing. Usually the boys could get over by merely getting a hand on the top. They’d just pull themselves the rest of the way over. The girls generally needed a little help from spotters stationed at the top of the wall. Then there were those that were in such shape that they had to be dragged up and over by spotters on the ground as well as the top. These people were to be pitied. They were usually the ones with a little too much pie on their plate at lunch time. I’m not trying to be cruel. It’s just the way it was.

When I was a counselor I was among those who could get over the wall on my own strength. It didn’t seem like a big deal. Grab the top, pull up and go over. Simple.

Flash forward six years and I found myself dangling from the front of the wall. Two spotters were gripping my arms while I kicked my right leg awkwardly upward for a third spotter to hoist my sorry ass over this effing wall. Terrible.

The funny thing to me was the fact that I was taken by such surprise. I had lived my life since camp under the illusion that I had not aged… that I had not gained twenty pounds, and that I had not been sitting behind a desk wasting away at work. I grabbed the top of the wall, pulled and watched my strength fail.

I’d like to say that I have taken steps to remedy the situation since then, but I haven’t… until now.

Last weekend I bought a pull up bar. It’s the kind that you mount in a doorway. The instructions show a buff looking fellow doing pull ups with weights strapped to his back. The instructions also say that a beginner should start off by doing one set of eight to ten reps. When I read this I thought, “Shee… I can do more than that.”

I did two full chin ups my first time out. That was all I had in me. I basically did four sets of two. On the last set I helped push up with my right leg. Again… terrible.

Why was I surprised again? Why did I think that I had more strength than I actually do?

In my head I am about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, even though I just had my thirty-sixth birthday. I am the age that my dad was when he bought our house in Bedford. I have three children and two mortgages. I’m a grown up. Wow.

I’m not discouraged though. I’ll be able to do three sets of eight to ten chin ups soon. I’m working on it, and I’ll get it done. I’m encouraged by the realization that real change takes hard work. It’s work that I’m up for. I’m there. I’m ready. There is something in the wind these days. I can’t tell you what’s coming, but I feel excited by the shift.

Next step… three reps.

Pushing Forward

Part of my evil plan for world domination involves creating little useless websites to try to generate extra income. I put together a few of these crappy little sites about a year ago. I filled them with advertising, some bland copy, and left them to pasture. So far I’ve generated about $50.00 through Google Adsense clicks. Fifty bucks a year… hmmm… not great.

I know the “If you build it, they will come” philosophy to web development isn’t worth much, so I didn’t expect these site to do much. The time has now come to feed and water these sites to see if they can really become a source of extra income. The first site that I plan to focus on is the one that has gained the most organic traffic, www.licensetogrill.net. This site gets the most traffic because of a Food Network show that goes by the same name. I’m not sure if the show is still on the air, but I’m still getting traffic from people searching for it.

My plan of attack for this site is to try to make a social networking site for the barbecue inclined. I want to post interesting articles, recipes and tips. I’d also like a recipe ratings board and a forum. The content is one issue. Where do I come up with the content? I have some ideas, but I’ll have to get back to that. The other issue is code-base. That one is a little easier.

I plan to use Joomla for the CMS. Joomla is an open source CMS built in PHP. It appears to have all of the functionality that I’ll be looking for. The next hurdle is to figure out how to customize the Joomla interface so that it’s attractive and functional for my needs. If I can figure this out for my grilling site, then I’ll be able to apply this idea across the board with my other sites. It’s clear that an adsense farm will not produce much income without a compelling reason for users to visit. This is the challenge.