David Kellermann, the acting chief financial officer of money-losing mortgage giant Freddie Mac was found dead at his home Wednesday morning in what police said was an apparent suicide.”
So Senator Chuck Grassley of Iowa may have gotten his wish: a prominent CEO of a failing corporation has committed suicide. Grassley’s remarks were widely quoted when he suggested that executives of mismanaged companies—especially AIG—ought to “resign or go commit suicide.” Then he backtracked and said he didn’t mean it, of course.
I would wager that he didn’t, and that he regrets his remarks. But Grassley is not the only one who has been calling for blood and for heads on pikes, although he may have been the only one to do it literally. The Obama administration, for example, has been quite busy condemning the rich (except, of course, for the liberal rich) and CEOs. The atmosphere created has fanned the flames of public rage at the titans of business.
What of Kellerman himself? A respected 16-year veteran of the company, he was appointed acting head of Freddie Mac back in September, after it had failed and the government had taken over and ousted the previous executives. He is neither under suspicion nor investigation, however, so if anyone at Freddie should have felt guilty about wrongdoings, it’s hard to believe that that person would have been Kellermann. And yet he bore the brunt of the day-to-day stress of running the company and dealing with the government as well.
The NY Times offers these details about certain recent events in Kellermann’s life:
In recent weeks, according to neighbors and company officials, Mr. Kellermann had received a bonus of about $800,000….According to neighbors, Mr. Kellermann hired a private security firm after reporters came to his house to ask about his bonus.
…Mr. Kellermann was also involved in recent tense conversations with the company’s federal regulator over its public disclosures. Freddie Mac executives wanted to emphasize to investors that the company was being run for the benefit of the government, rather than shareholders.
The company’s regulator, the Federal Housing Finance Authority, had reportedly pushed to play down that language.
The article goes on to say that Freddie Mac’s former chief executive, David M. Moffett, “resigned last month after apparently clashing with the company’s regulator over compensation issues and independence.”
My guess is that this sort of businessperson vs. government regulator “dialogue” is not unusual in the companies involved in takeovers and bailouts. Part of the stress for CEOs may very well be the attempt to serve both masters, and the fact that government demands often conflict with the executives’ perceptions of their responsibilities to shareholders and employees.
But to be honest, I have absolutely no idea what really drove this particular suicide. I know nothing about Mr. Kellermann except what I read in the newspapers today: family man, good guy, full of integrity. The cause for Kellermann’s tragic suicide may remain a mystery even if we learn more about him—as (despite the presence of suicide notes and supposed explanations) so many suicides ultimately do.
As a general rule, executive suicides are multiply-determined; few people kill themselves solely for business reasons, or even because of stress, although these can absolutely be important contributing factors. But people react quite differently to the same circumstances; it depends very much on personality, past experience, and other issues in their lives that might be troubling them.
Unlike the Japanese society that Senator Grassley referenced in his remarks, where it is (or at least it used to be) culturally accepted or even expected that a disgraced executive might kill himself to retain his honor and that of his company, our society does not require this sort of act (Grassley’s remarks excepted), and even disapproves. Suicides in general remains relatively rare in this country, thank goodness, as compared to other nations such as Japan (as you’ll see if you look at this chart).
But that’s no consolation to the family of David Kellerman, who must be deeply traumatized and reeling from this loss, as well as the ensuing press scrutiny and notoriety. I offer them my condolences in this sad time.
Here’s what it’s like to try to reconcile personal admiration for Obama with the contradictions of his economic agenda. One is forced to argue that he’s “the right man at the wrong time.”
This is the way it goes: Obama’s got wonderful intentions. It’s not his fault that there’s not enough money to fulfill them—and that, by stubbornly going forward with them in spite of that, he is set on a course to bankrupt the US and “topple the dollar, and with it American power.”
No, we can’t blame Obama for clinging to his agenda despite the fact that he’s driving us all over a cliff. He’s the right man; it’s only the times that are wrong.
But isn’t flexibility and judgment part of being the right man—at any time? How can a person be the “right man” if he is unable to evaluate a situation or react to it properly? That’s the mark of a fanatic, an ideologue who sticks to his plan in the face of utterly changed circumstances. A megalomaniac. And it’s hard to see how a person such as that could be the right man for any time.
For those of you who read this post of mine—including all those doubters—and who want to judge for yourselves whether those women who gave birth without having known they were pregnant are ignoramuses or whether their stories make sense, the show that featured them is on again this evening at eight o’clock Eastern Time. Tune in to TLC.
Taking advantage of Obama’s naivete and burst of warm camaraderie, Hugo Chavez handed him a copy of Eduardo Galeano’s Open Veins of Latin America: Five Centuries of the Pillage of a Continent, which Obama graciously accepted.
That’s somewhat the propaganda equivalent of the Israeli Prime Minister meeting with the Palestinian President in the West Bank and being given a copy of “The Protocols of the Elders of Zion”—and graciously accepting it.
Once again, we have the “either-or” question: either Obama is abysmally ignorant of what the book is and what his acceptance of it signifies, or he knows and doesn’t care, or he knows and embraces the “blame the imperialist US for all of Latin America’s woes” philosophy the book promotes.
You can bet that Chavez, at least, is well aware of the propaganda coup he has scored. And not only that, it was a great advertisement for the book itself, which has subsequently soared to number two on Amazon.
Chavez is pleased as punch, and thinks his new-found friend and he should become a sort of “Oprah’s Book Club of the Americas:”
So I said, ‘Obama, let’s go into a business,'” Chavez told reporters at the Summit of the Americas in Trinidad and Tobago. “We’ll promote books – I’ll give you one, you give me another.”
AP writer Steven R. Hurst compares Obama to Gorbachev. The entire article is somewhat bizarre, beginning with the very first sentence:
President Barack Obama has gone abroad and gored an ox””the deeply held belief that the United States does not make mistakes in dealings with either friends or foes.
“Gored an ox?” More like a strawman.
While I’m sure that there is someone, somewhere, who holds that mighty strange “belief,” such a person would be exceedingly rare. I neither know of anyone who holds such a belief in American infallibility (either “deeply” or shallowly), nor have I read the work of anyone espousing it.
But that doesn’t stop Mr. Hurst from asserting that it’s what Obama is countering. In doing so, Mr. Hurst is taking a leaf from Obama’s book by misrepresenting his opponents’ beliefs as something quite different—and far sillier—than they actually are.
Hurst goes on to write:
Obama’s stark efforts to change the U.S. image abroad are reminiscent of the stunning realignments sought by former Soviet leader Michael Gorbachev. During his short””by Soviet standards””tenure, he scrambled incessantly to shed the ideological entanglements that were leading the communist empire toward ruin.
The analogy seems to be that Obama is interested in shaking up our foreign policy by proposing “stunning realignments.” If he is referring to Obama’s tendency to make nice to the likes of such luminaries as Ahmadinejad, Chavez, Castro, and Ortega,, I’d have to agree.
But what are the signs that we are heaing toward ruin, as the Soviet Union was? The real estate bubble and derivatives? Really? And what on earth does that have to do with sucking up to Hugo Chavez? And does Obama really think Chavez has anything to offer us? How do such “realignments” help us in any way?
Even Obama’s adviser David Axelrod is unable to explain it, except in a vague touchy-feely way:
You plant, you cultivate, you harvest. Over time, the seeds that were planted here are going to be very, very valuable.
Straight from the mouth of David Axelrod, a man with absolutely no foreign policy training or experience whatsoever. Oh well; perhaps he knows a bit about gardening.
Obama himself had this to say about the Chavez handshake—at least it didn’t hurt much:
At his news conference Obama said he didn’t think he did much damage to U.S. security or interests by shaking the hand of Chavez, whose country has a defense budget about one-six hundredth the size of the United States, and depends upon its oil reserves for solvency.
But of course, no one is suggesting that Venezuela is some direct threat to the US. Another strawman; what else is new? The point critics are making is that Chavez is a tyrant, a socialist, a bombastic America-hater, and a statist who has suspended much of Venezuela’s constitution in his power grab, and that the Obama handshake gives him legitimacy and sends a message to the rest of the world that the US is more than willing to cozy up to such people.
But maybe—now that Obama’s in charge—it is. So maybe Hurst’s Gorbachev analogy isn’t so poor, after all—although it would perhaps be better to say that Obama is the un-Gorbachev. Gorbachev presided over the waning days of Communism in the Soviet Union. Perhaps Obama will preside over the waning days of capitalism in ours—a waning due in large part to his own policies.
Aren’t they the ones who are supposed to be good at listening to hateful diatribes against the US and all its evils, sitting there looking bored while taking notes, and then pretending the whole thing never happened?
Presidents, on the other hand, are not supposed to do that. They are supposed to respond, to point out the good things about their own country and its history. They are supposed to…but hey, wait a minute, isn’t this the man who not only silently listened to ferocious America-bashing for twenty long and admiring years spent in the pews of his Chicago church, but who indulges quite regularly in the practice himself?
So I suppose it was hardly a stretch for Obama to listen to the fire-breathing Ortega dump on the US for fifty minutes at the Summit of the Americas, and to not make a peep in return about it, even when asked later at a press photo-op.
Actually, my bad—Obama did utter a peep. This was his response when queried as to what he thought about Ortega’s speech:
It was 50 minutes long. That’s what I thought.
During his own summit address, Obama added the following telling words [emphasis mine]:
To move forward, we cannot let ourselves be prisoners of past disagreements. I’m grateful that President Ortega did not blame me for things that happened when I was three months old. Too often, an opportunity to build a fresh partnership of the Americas has been undermined by stale debates. We’ve all heard these arguments before.
No doubt Obama thinks this is an example of turning the other cheek, of opening up a dialogue in a helpful and receptive way. And I might even have agreed with him—that is, if summits such as this were family therapy sessions among people who love each other and just want to get along, but have been squabbling recently.
But nations do not follow that model. Power and influence, strength and weakness, are the only coin of their realm.
And once again Obama is sending a message of weakness. The fact that he will not stand up for his country verbally suggests he will fail to do so in action as well. Whether the leaders of other nations are correct or not in that assumption about him remains to be seen; I suppose he could surprise them by acting stronger than he sounds. But his words signal dangerously that he—and this country, despite our vast strength—will be easy to take advantage of for at least the next four years.
The narcissistic sentence I highlighted was probably Obama’s idea of a sarcastic joke (I believe so, anyway; since I haven’t seen a video, I can’t be sure of his tone of voice). But even as a quip it was juvenile, inane, and self-referential. However, as Ann Althouse points out, that’s what we’ve come to expect of Obama—after all, he was only eight when terrorist Bill Ayers was setting his bombs.
It has become clear to me that Obama does not identify with this country and its interests on a gut level. It has also become clear that, although most presidents and politicians are somewhat narcissistic, there has never been such a pure and unabashed narcissist in the White House before in my lifetime—perhaps ever. This does not bode well for this country. Or the world.
[ADDENDUM: Speaking of Obama’s self-referential narcissism, here’s another example from the same summit. After his new good buddy Hugo Chavez gave him a book that was a Leftist analysis of European and US exploitation of Latin America, Obama responded to a press query this way:
I thought it was one of Chavez’s books. I was going to give him one of mine.
On his recent visit to Mexico, Obama offered the misleading statement that 90% of guns recovered in Mexico’s crimes come from the United States. It’s not true, although it’s a meme that will not die. The 90% figure represents:
…only the percentage of crime guns that have been submitted by Mexican officials and traced by U.S. officials….Furthermore, the 90 percent figure is based on a badly biased sample of all Mexican crime guns. Law enforcement officials say Mexico asks the U.S. to trace only those guns with serial numbers or other markings that indicate they are likely to have come though the U.S.
Actually, we haven’t a clue what percentage of Mexican guns recovered in crimes come from the US. Nor does Obama. But that doesn’t stop him from repeating this “fact, ” which is very popular in his administration—Hillary Clinton, for example, has voiced it too.
One can only conclude that’s because the figure fits in so very well with his favored pattern of blaming the US for nearly everything wrong in the world—and doing it publicly, repetitively, and often on foreign soil. This sort of misrepresentation from the Obama administration goes only in one direction: making the US look culpable.
This cannot be an accident. Does Obama know the truth about the 90% figure and is outright lying, or is he just sloppy and negligent? Take your pick.
What is especially troubling, however, is this administration’s misguided notion that a series of US mea culpas is a real winner for foreign policy. I think we can rest assured that affairs between nations don’t ordinarily work that way—that such actions are seen as weakness rather than strength, and that weakness is something to be exploited.
Speaking of weakness and exploitation—President Obama’s handshake with Hugo Chavez at the Summit of the Americas drew attention, but it wasn’t the only disturbing event there. I had wondered whether he was trapped into the handshake by circumstances, but it’s clear that he actually sought it out [emphasis mine]:
…this U.S. president wanted to meet [Chavez].
So Barack Obama walked across a hotel ballroom here Friday and introduced himself to Chavez. The two leaders smiled and shook hands, chatting briefly. Chavez’s office later said the two men talked about their mutual desire to change the relationship between their countries ”“ a characterization the White House didn’t dispute.
There’s that word “change” again—yes, it would be a change to get cozy with this particular dictator, as well as Castro and all the rest. No doubt Obama’s touchy-feely love will help them govern with greater fairness, and convince them to grant their people more liberty. Because, after all, it’s only their rejection by the big bad US that makes them so mean.
At the same summit, many other countries were testing, testing, testing:
Obama tried a little handshake diplomacy with other U.S. rivals ”“ including Bolivia’s Evo Morales and Nicaragua’s Daniel Ortega, with Obama saying it was “gusto,” a pleasure, to meet Ortega.
But in a sign of just how tough this crowd might be for Obama, Ortega promptly walked out of the ballroom and tore into the United States over Cuba and the G-20 nations for dragging down the world’s economy.
The “gusto” was his, no doubt. And then there’s this:
But even Latin American leaders who are not overtly adversarial towards the United States are feeling more inspired than ever to flex their muscles in front of the president of the United States…
The president has made very clear,” said Denis McDonough, director of strategic communications at the National Security Council, “that he is going to Trinidad and Tobago to engage in a conversation with folks to pragmatically deal with the issues that are facing the people of the Americas today, to kind of leave behind the ideological arguments of the past.”
One can only wonder what else he’ll be leaving behind.
It’s been ten years since the Columbine massacre, and here’s an interesting article about the shooters, the plans, their actions, and some of the misconceptions fostered in earlier pieces about them.
One thing that is now clearer than before is that the scope of their murderous intentions was far more nihilistic and wide-reaching than the terrible havoc they actually did wreak. Their targets? Everyone at the school, as well as any rescuer who might come onto the scene to help. The only thing that stopped then from accomplishing a far larger mass murder was their own incompetence at bomb-making; hundreds of bombs that they planted did not go off as planned.
It appears that Harris and Klebold were in the same mold as many other young male killers who work in twos: Leopold and Loeb and Smith and Hickock come to mind. These pairs often consist of two elements, and the Colombine shooters were no exception: charming sociopath meets depressed follower.
Both are usually quite intelligent—sometimes remarkably so, as with Leopold and Loeb, who were thought to be of genius level. Sometimes there is a great deal of pathology in their backgrounds, especially the depressed loner member of the twosome (for example, Perry Smith, of In Cold Blood fame, had a very troubled upbringing), but sometimes not. Psychology is stumped by what goes into the making of a sociopath (or psychopath, essentially the same thing), but the leading theory is that it starts as an innate trait rather than being primarily environmental: a person is born without a capacity for empathy or a conscience.
Whatever the cause of sociopathy, the effect is a killer who is able to mask his (and it usually is a “he”) utter lack of regard for other human beings with a facade of facile con man charm. He is adept at sensing what people want to hear, and delivering it. When such a person has a strongly aggressive impulse, and meets up with the needier and more conventionally troubled sidekick, a sinister synergism is born. The two feed off each other, glorying in the planning of bloody deeds that perhaps neither would have been capable of on his own. But, egging each other on, they set out on a path of terrible destruction.
[NOTE: Here is a previous post of mine about the role of shame for some of these murderers, their intolerance of that feeling, and their need to expiate it through violence.]
By now, most of you who use computers—and if I take a wild guess, that would be all of you—have probably heard of Susan Boyle, the dumpy 47-year-old from Scotland who stunned the world with the beauty of her voice and her spirit. Most of the many words that have been written about her have focused on the message of her story: that we often judge people harshly by their exterior, and if that package is less than perfect, we jump to invalid conclusions about their state of their minds, hearts, talents, and accomplishments.
The answer is that only the pretty are expected to achieve. Not only do you have to be physically appealing to deserve fame; it seems you now have to be good-looking to merit everyday common respect….Susan is a reminder that it’s time we all looked a little deeper. She has lived an obscure but important life. She has been a companionable and caring daughter. It’s people like her who are the unseen glue in society; the ones who day in and day out put themselves last. They make this country civilised and they deserve acknowledgement and respect.
Well, I certainly can’t quarrel with that, as far as it goes. But although the audience’s initially snarky attitude towards Susan Boyle was exactly as described, and I agree that her actual life story is worthy of great respect, I want to add that the audience was initially made uneasy and dismissive by more than Ms. Boyle’s extra pounds or the fact that her dress and hairdo weren’t au courant.
As humans beings, we size people up all the time. And although some of our snap judgment are wrong, based on surface characteristics that are fundamentally unimportant, we are nevertheless constructed to make those snap judgments because they help to quickly orient us to other people in the world. Without even being aware of it, we are perceiving thousands of bits of information in the first few seconds of any personal encounter, deciding who this person may be and how to interact with them. And though, as I’ve said, sometimes we are wrong, this radar is a survival technique from Mother Nature.
In Ms. Boyle’s case, the audience perceived not only her weight and lack of fashion, but a naivete and an isolation from popular culture. She seemed like a person from another time and place. What’s more, if you study the longer videos—the ones that include the judges speaking to her right before she sings—she does something that’s at variance with her innocent exterior: she throws in a bold pelvic roll that confounds them. Her gesture probably reflected both her extreme nervousness and her uncertainty as to what was expected here—a paradoxical expression of her naivete, after all. But the boldness and risque nature of her move read, to the casual observer, as odd and eccentric. And this is part of what the audience was reacting to—a perceived “offness” that made them uncomfortable.
As soon as Boyle started to sing, the audience was shocked, and then entranced, by the deep, rich power of her beautiful singing voice. And yes, as most people have written, part of the shock was the confounding of the expectations based on reactions to her superficial appearance—for example, her weight. But another—and less examined—part of the surprise was her inner transformation, whereby all Boyle’s nervous energy and quirkiness fell away as soon as the music began, replaced not just by a powerful voice but a grounded wholeness as well, a calm certainty that here she was on solid ground at last, doing exactly what she was always meant to do. And her voice reflected that emotional quality as much as it showed her musical qualities.
But to get back to the physical, judging entertainers by their looks is not just a recent tendency of our shallow age. Susan Boyle kept reminding me ever-so-slightly of someone, and after a while it struck me that it was singer Kate Smith. Smith had a powerhouse voice, and was perhaps the original referred to in the phrase “It’s not over till the fat lady sings” (see this). She was a hefty lady, but had a popular TV show in my youth.
Kate’s broad figure made her an occasional object of derision from fellow performers and managers; however, in her later career, some Philadelphia Flyers hockey fans…lovingly said about her performances before games, “it ain’t BEGUN ’til the fat lady sings!” Smith, who weighed 235 pounds at the age of 30 was unfazed, and titled her 1938 autobiography Living in a Great Big Way. She credited Ted Collins, who also gave her the break into the radio business, with helping her overcome her self-consciousness, writing, “Ted Collins was the first man who regarded me as a singer, and didn’t even seem to notice that I was a big girl,” She noted, “I’m big, and I sing, and boy, when I sing, I sing all over!”
The physical resemblance to Susan Boyle was stronger in Smith’s later years (the close-up starts around 1:15, although the audio is not very good):
Here’s a much better audio—and a younger Smith—-in an excerpt from “You’re in the Army Now,” a 1943 film in which Smith sang “God Bless America,” the song that was to make her famous (Smith makes her appearance at 00:25). Note, as you watch, the unabashed sentiment of patriotism expressed in the movie; Hollywood would never do this today. Note also the appearance of a very familiar figure at 4:22, reading Variety.
[ADDENDUM: Listen to this earlier recording of Susan (hat tip: commenter “kcom”). It proves that she’s not just a one song pony:
Last year I wrote about the HBO show “In Treatment”, featuring fictional therapist Dr. Paul Weston, his sessions with patients, his private life, and the hours he spends talking to a supervisor/therapist of his own.
It’s not for everyone, that’s for sure. But I’m fascinated by it. I even ordered a two-month HBO subscription this year solely in order to tape and watch the show.
It’s overly dramatic, of course. And every now and then I find myself yelling at my TV set, shouting to Paul “No, don’t do that!” or “That’s unethical: WRONG!”
But despite its many flaws, the program is the most consistently true-to-life portrayal of therapeutic sessions and their complexities that I’ve yet seen in TV or film. It has the added attraction of an “Upstairs Downstairs” quality—first you see Paul as the often (although certainly not always) patient and neutral therapist, and then you go behind the scenes and see the shambles of his private life and the rage he expresses in his sessions with his own therapist/supervisor.
No, not all (or even most) therapists have lives that are that messy. But some do. This is, of course, a work of fiction and drama, and as such it delivers the goods—that is, if your idea of drama leans towards the cerebral, emotional, and internal.
The series would be nothing much, however, without the super-fine acting of its principals. Gabriel Byrne (aka Gabriel Séamas é“ Broin), who play Paul, is an extraordinary actor who makes the character completely believable in all his guises and emotional swings. And it doesn’t hurt that Byrne has a hauntingly brooding (although Wiki says he hates having that word applied to him) face.
