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A look back: The world according to 1968

Once upon a time, 57 years ago, there was a year called 1968. It was a rowdy year filled with more stuff than you can shake a stick at. The weekly Life magazine chronicled said events. As Petula would say: “It was a sign o’ the times.”
My Life special 1968 Year in Review edition summarized the good, bad, and the ugly happenings, which I will share with both my readers today.
The most interesting things were the ads, which clearly were written by Don Draper.
We shall get to the ads shortly, but first, the mandatory and mercifully brief chronological recitation of 1968’s world events. The year began with North Koreans capturing the USS Pueblo. Vietnam was in full bore with the iconic photo of the Saigon police chief executing a Viet Cong.
LBJ announced he would not run for re-election. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated in Memphis. Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated in Los Angeles. Famine came to Biafra. Nixon and Humphrey were nominated for President. (Trigger warning: Nixon won.)
5Jackie Kennedy married the Billionaire Shipping Magnate and Human Toad Hybrid Aristotle Onassis. The Apollo astronauts circled the moon on Christmas Eve. The Pueblo hostages were released. That is all.
On to the good stuff: the ads. Anacin invented the cure for the “Housewife Headache,” which was brought on “when Boredom and Emotional Fatigue” hits the little lady. It was caused by “making beds, getting meals, acting as the family chauffeur- having to do the same dull, tiresome work day after day is a mild form of torture.”
Take 2 Anacin tablets and “feel better all over with a brighter outlook.” Or have 4 glasses of wine with lunch.
Cigarette ads were fun. Lark cigarettes invented the “Gas Trap Filter,” which you were directed to tell someone you like about the filter. The Marlboro Man was out west doing cowboy things on Broke Back Mountain, where you could come to where the flavor is.
Pall Mall invited you to come to “the cool part of the forest where a lady wearing a green bikini was waiting with a pack of Menthol filter 100s, which were extra long at both ends.” Tareyton smokers would rather fight than switch, wearing a black eye to prove it.
The power companies were pushing Gold Medallion Homes, “where everything is electric, including the heat.” In addition to a larger electric bill, you got a Gold Medallion plaque to nail to your house to prove you were susceptible to advertising.
Personal hygiene was a primary concern to humans and fish. Ol’ Skipper Fish Attractor balm announced: “Fish think you stink.” Using Ol’ Skipper would “counteract human and tackle box odors and would stimulate and excite fish to feed.”
Sounds like fish Viagra. Not sure I would want to be around an excited, stimulated fish, but that is a personal choice. Mitchum’s Anti-Perspirant helped a sweaty lady who had “despaired of effective help” for her drippy underarms. For only $3, you could get a 90-day supply guaranteeing dryness. DERMA-SOFT home medication had a personal testimonial from a happy customer who had been “tortured 9 years by two corns and a wart, but now they are gone.”
Two Corns and a Wart sounds like a Heavy Metal band. It remains unclear if DERMA-SOFT could handle 3 corns and 2 warts.
Have a cold? Contac not only had 600 tiny time pills in each capsule but came with a poem from a winsome lady person who said: “Button up your overcoat/ When the wind is free/ Take Contac for your cold/ You belong to me/ Roger.”
Roger better do as he is told. The lady person appeared to brook no rebellion.
The new Toyota Corona came with nylon carpeting, vinyl upholstery, fully reclining bucket seats, synchromesh transmission, backup lights, and a cigarette lighter!!! Who could ask for anything more?
The issue closed out with 1968’s winners and losers. Denny McLain of the Detroit Tigers won over 30 games. Andy Warhol “lives after a kooky feminist tried to zap him with her .32.”
Tiny Tim was America’s leading male vocalist. Janice Joplin was chosen as the year’s female vocalist for “her raspy songs she belted, then belted bourbon by the bottle.” OJ Simpson “may be the best college running back ever. His name will come up first in the pro draft where it will be drawn by the last place team. Look for OJ Simpson when you go to Buffalo.”
OJ went on to be known for other things.
Have we learned anything today? Not much, other than 1968 was 57 years ago.

(Illustration by Pitt Dickey)

Three ways our state governs differently

North Carolina’s motto is a Latin phrase: Esse quam videri. Popularized by the ancient Roman statesman and philosopher Marcus Tullius Cicero, who likely first read the Greek version from Plato and Aeschylus, the phrase means “to be rather than to seem.”
The General Assembly adopted it as our official state motto in 1893. Ever since then, North Carolinians have disputed whether we’ve ever really lived up to it, that we have truly been rather than just seemed.
Guess what? That makes North Carolina just like every other country, state, city, or club that espouses high ideals and then argues about them.
What sets our state apart politically isn’t a motto, or arguments about a motto, or even the specific issues our state and local leaders are currently trying to tackle. What truly makes North Carolina distinctive are several longstanding practices — some formal rules, others informal traditions — that shape our public policy debates.
4aOne of them is how our state constitution apportions the coercive power of government. All states have legislative, executive, and judicial branches. But North Carolina’s legislative branch is one of the strongest in the country. It possesses fully the power to make laws and policies in our state. When executive officers or agencies issue rules and make decisions, they do so in most cases only because the legislature has specifically granted them the power to do so. That means lawmakers can also take it back.
Correspondingly, our executive branch is one of the weakest, its responsibilities distributed across 10 independently elected officers and our governor enjoying comparatively limited powers of appointment and veto. Unlike other states, North Carolina gives its governors no formal control over our public institutions of higher education. That power is specifically awarded to the General Assembly, like it or not.
All states also apportion power between localities and a central government. In North Carolina, however, localities don’t have home rule. They are legislative creations and have only the powers delegated to them by the General Assembly, which the latter is free to revise.
Here’s a second distinguishing characteristic, related to the first but extending beyond our constitutional structure: North Carolina governs and funds roads and schools primarily at the state level, not the local level.
Most states have county (or parish) road systems. We don’t. Even our city streets are technically state roads administered by localities. As for K-12 education, while we have elected school boards with the power to hire district superintendents and make some policy choices, the most important actors are the General Assembly and the State Board of Education.
So when you read that North Carolina has one of the highest gas taxes in the United States, that’s just another way of saying our county taxes are relatively low (because they don’t fund county roads). And on a per-pupil basis, our state spends more than twice as much on schools as counties do. Nationally, the two funding sources tend to be roughly comparable.
A third policy difference between North Carolina and most other states involves public finance. For nearly a century, it has been our common practice to borrow relatively little and pay for public assets with cash. According to the latest Facts & Figures report from the Tax Foundation, North Carolina ranks 48th in state and local debt, at $4,314 per person.
Only Idaho ($1,915) and Wyoming ($3,913) have lower debt burdens than we do. Neighboring Tennessee ($6,312), South Carolina ($7,254), and Virginia ($9,236) borrow quite a bit more, although none is quite in the league of a California ($14,273) or New York ($17,846).
Now, you and I might argue about whether North Carolina ought to strengthen the hand of the governor, or give localities more responsibility for roads and schools, or finance more infrastructure with debt. Still, productive argument requires some common definitions and at least some shared understanding of the facts.
Our state doesn’t just appear to be distinctive. It really is. Esse quam videri, indeed.

Editor’s Note: John Hood is a John Locke Foundation board member. His books Mountain Folk, Forest Folk, and Water Folk combine epic fantasy with American history (FolkloreCycle.com).

The mouse that roared: A study in Woolly Mice

4Want to be absurdly adorable? Get some Woolly Mice genes. A former US Vice President, Thomas Marshall once said: “What this country needs is a good five-cent cigar.” Pause to reflect on this profound statement. You don’t remember Tom Marshall? He VEEPED for Woodrow Wilson. Yeah, that Tom Marshall. Tom’s statement also reveals what this country needs is herds of Woolly Mammoths roaming our fruited plains making America great again. His words echoed across the decades to be harkened by the esteemed firm Colossal Biosciences. With a name like Colossal Biosciences, you know it has to be good.
The scientists at Colossal recently presented the world with transgenic Woolly Mice who are the first step towards recreating Woolly Mammoths. Transgenic mice are not to be confused with transgender mice which is another column altogether. To make a transgenic mouse, Mr. Science must alter the genes of a regular mouse to produce a Woolly Mouse. According to Science News, America now has its very own herd of 32 Woolly Mice. The mice are described as having “long, luxurious golden locks of tufted fur inspired by the coats of Woolly Mammoths”, and are “so absurdly adorable.”
The invention of Woolly Mice proves America is the front runner in creating new, improved mice. As Lee Greenwood almost warbles: “I am proud to be an American, where at least I know Woolly Mice are free to enjoy genetic editing.” The goal of creating Woolly Mice is to ultimately use gene editing stylistics to recreate Woolly Mammoths. Beth Shapiro, the chief science officer at Colossal, is quoted as saying: “Of course, mice are not elephants, which people have helpfully pointed out to us, as if we didn’t know that.” The goal is to figure out how to insert genetically tweaked genes into Asian elephant cells to recreate Woolly Mammoths.
In case you are wondering, transgenic manipulation is not the same as cloning. There are a bunch of frozen Mammoths lying around in the tundra but the centuries have destroyed their gene cells that would allow cloning. Another science person is quoted saying: “A Mammoth is not an elephant in a fur coat.” Colossal has developed “elephant pluripotent stem cells” which can develop into any kind of elephant cell. Impress your friends by working the phrase “pluripotent stem cells” into your next discussion of ancient aliens from outer space or how NIL money has wrecked college sports.
Mice are better subjects for transgenic fooling around because they are pregnant for only 18-21 days. An elephant (which incidentally never forgets) is pregnant for 22 months. For quick and easy rodent results, like with Shake & Bake oven fried chicken, you gotta go with fast reproducing mice for Primo Woolly Mice. Colossal predicts it will have the first de-extincted Woolly Mammoth calves cavorting in various meadows by 2028. My heart be still. I can hardly wait.
If America is successful in de-extincting Woolly Mammoths, certain issues will remain. Where will we store them? Their habitat, which allowed them to thrive back in the Pleistocene days, vanished about 12,000 years ago. With the cutbacks in the National Parks Service, we don’t have park rangers available to protect our new woolly friends. Overprivileged, self-indulgent billionaires would pay big bucks for licenses to hunt and kill Woolly Mammoths. Imagine the thrill of hunting Woolly Mammoths from a helicopter armed only with rocket propelled grenades to blast the fuzzy buggers back into the Stone Age. Can we save Woolly Mammoths from the Oligarchs? The Magic 8 Ball says: “Outlook not so good.”
Why should we continue to try to bring back Woolly Mammoths if they are just going to be gunned down by billionaires? Obviously, to fund tax cuts for trillionaires. Think of what billionaires would pay to keep themselves from becoming personally extinct by using the Woolly Mouse genetic treatment. We are talking serious money. Imagine: a billionaire dies, he is flash frozen like a Birds Eye TV Dinner, and his cells are shoved into some unsuspecting stem cells. Voila, back he comes, tanned, rested, unfrozen, and ready to oppress the little people once again. Consider John Sibley’s quote: “If life was a thing that money could buy, the rich would live and the poor would die.”
Just because you can do something does not mean you should do it. There are lots of dead people out there who should not be de-extincted despite the fact they still have fans. Hitler, Stalin, Pol Pot, OJ Simpson, and John Wilkes Booth to name a few. Careful what you wish for. Sometimes you get it.

(Illustration by Pitt Dickey)

Remembering a friend: A life in two centuries

This month brought the death of a woman I have known most of my life, whom I will call Mary, at the stunning age of 104.
Mary lived a comfortable and largely happy life with her husband and 3 children, who gave Mary 8 grandchildren, and I have lost track of the numbers of great-grands and great-great-grands she had.  Trust me that the family photo taken at Mary’s last birthday celebration looks a bit like a mini-convention. Mary knew everyone’s name and birthday.
4Now that it is over, I cannot help but think of all that happened and how much changed during Mary’s long life.
She was born in eastern North Carolina at a time that, if you had a telephone at all, an operator connected you with whoever it was you were calling.  Today we all have our own phones.  
I do not know for sure, but I suspect Mary’s family did not own a car as fewer than 1 percent of Americans did the year she was born, and there probably not many cars in rural North Carolina. 
An exciting event had occurred in Mary's neck of the woods a few years before her birth. Orville Wright managed to stay afloat on a glider for nearly 10 minutes at Kill Devil Hills, setting a world’s record that stood for 10 years.  Today we book a flight online and fly virtually anywhere in the world.
Mary was unusual for her time in that she attended college, which few men did and even fewer women.  She married and moved near Charlotte where she lived the rest of her years. Davidson-educated Woodrow Wilson, our 28th President,  was in the White House, meaning that Mary lived through 19 of our 47 Presidents.  
At home in North Carolina, Democrats were firmly in control of government and would remain so for almost 100 years. None of this would have mattered to baby Mary, because when she was born, she did not have the right to vote.  That came with a Constitutional amendment in 1919, so that Mary was able to vote when she became 21.
When Mary was born, North Carolina’s population was just over 2.2 million people.  Today, we are 11 million and growing. Most of young Mary’s North Carolina was rural, with farming being the primary occupation.  There were no real cities as we know them today, as our state capital had just over 19,000 residents.  Today, Raleigh’s population is bumping up on half a million people with a metro area population of 1.6-million.  
Life was not easy for most North Carolinians when Mary was growing up. While industrialization was underway in other parts of the nation, North Carolina remained largely rural.  
Few women were employed and if they were, the jobs were menial except for teaching and nursing positions.  Life for people of color was tightly restricted with segregation and Jim Crow laws in full effect.  North Carolina’s literacy rate was around 20-percent.  Today we have AI to write for us.
Mary’s children and her children’s children saw her through her final days and will remember her with love.  Most, but not all, continue to live in North Carolina.  
It is impossible not to think how different the world Mary entered is from the one we live in now and the one Mary’s grands and great-grands will inhabit in the years ahead.

Budget slashing: Coming soon to a home near you

5Something in human nature allows us to recognize travails and misfortunes of others and, at the same time, believe such troubles will never land at our own doorstep. Accidents, illnesses, the consequences of poor decisions happen to other people, not us. We watch from afar with a detached lens.
Such is the case at this moment in the United States of America.
Americans are watching, first with disbelief and then with hair-on-fire dismay, as our governmental structure is being not just torn to shreds, but in some instances, dismantled altogether with total disregard for the human consequences.
So far, my little family and I have escaped the so-called “reduction” sledgehammer, but our day is surely coming. Several friends and friends of friends have either felt the hammer or know it is heading their way. These are American citizens I have known for many years. They are people whose lives are being rearranged and perhaps irreparably changed by the bulldozing of our government and our way of life.
These are not abstract people, not “other.” These are people I have known for decades, Americans not unlike you and me.
The daughter of my college roommate met the love of her life when they were Peace Corps volunteers in Africa. They met, married, and decided to devote their lives to helping people in developing nations. He holds a PhD. and helps farmers in emerging economies with best agricultural practices. She is a nurse practitioner providing health care in African communities where it is otherwise scarce. They are parents of 2 young children. He was fired from this position with USAID almost 2 months ago and has heard nothing more since. They remain in Africa awaiting whatever comes next.
A close friend has a beloved aunt in a western North Carolina county. Now 95 and bedridden, though mentally sharp and reading a book a day, the aunt resides in a nursing home paid for by Medicaid, as her own resources are long since exhausted. Her son, a MAGA soldier, was stunned when he learned that Medicaid is on the chopping block. When asked if he would take his mother into his home, her son was silent.
A teacher in the Triangle works in an independent school for children with learning differences. With the projected demise of the US Department of Education, this school, the teachers who work there and the children who go there to learn, face the end of funding, and therefore, the end of this school and others like it.
These are real Americans, real North Carolinians, hit by the deadly buzzsaw our national government has become. I know their names, of course, but do not use them here to protect their privacy. There are thousands, perhaps millions by now, of Americans staring down the barrel of “governmental efficiency” and waiting to be shot.
So, I have to ask Americans who voted for national slashing. Did you intend to harm families and children? Did you mean to leave young, well-meaning Americans stranded in foreign lands? Did you vote to turn 90-somethings out of nursing homes? Did you vote for special needs children to lose their teachers and their schools?
Are you happy about and proud of what has already happened and what is yet to come?
Whatever your answer to that question, the harsh reality is that the slasher train has left the station and is heading our way. It is coming to homes, jobs, and families across our nation and the world.
It may be on its way to a home near yours.
It may be on its way to you.

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