A Messaging Switch?

Conservatives contend that the “mainstream media” is liberal, but even if true, liberals are exceptionally bad at using that media to sell their message. Pop quiz: give me a liberal aphorism or quote from past years that helps set the political agenda today. Compare whatever you remember with these: “Government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem.” “Government’s first duty is to protect the people, not run their lives.” “Government’s view of the economy could be summed up in a few short phrases: If it moves, tax it. If it keeps moving, regulate it. And if it stops moving, subsidize it.” “The best minds are not in government. If any were, business would steal them away.” “The problem is not that people are taxed too little; the problem is that government spends too much.” “The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, ‘I’m from the government and I’m here to help.’”

These are all the words of Ronald Reagan, and this still-resonating rhetoric starts many political policy discussions today. For example, a right-leaning acquaintance recently posted, “You either understand history or you can trust the government. You can’t do both.” I am fairly confident that he, a few years younger than I, and many of those who support his perspective expect Social Security and Medicare benefits to come to them from that very government.

These slogans are not founded on the thought that government does good things or that taxation can lead to a better society. Instead, the basic premises are that government is dangerous; government is too big; government is inept; government is incompetent; taxes are bad; taxation is too high; regulations destroy jobs. Reagan remains influential because he re-shaped the political dialog even though his actual policies often confirmed that conservative ideology was ineffective. So, for example, conservatives continue to maintain that economic growth spurred by tax cuts will cut the federal deficit and reduce unemployment. Reagan engineered a major tax cut, but the federal deficit and debt ballooned. Reagan then went on to support specific tax increases–on gasoline, for instance–in a failed attempt to lower the debt. Part of the deficit problem, in spite of his aphorisms, was that Reagan did not cut government spending; instead, the size of the federal government and its deficit increased significantly under his watch.

The liberals have lost out on the political starting point for what should be an essential discussion: What is the role of government? Their answer should be that government can address a wide range of problems that markets alone are ill-equipped to tackle. Liberals and anti-conservatives, however, have not been good at producing a debate about the basic roles of government and, instead, seem able only to respond to conservative claims.

Al Franken in his book Giant of the Senate explains why: “Democrats always have a disadvantage in messaging—not because we’re idiots, but because we have complex ideas and, sometimes, a hard time explaining them succinctly. Our bumper stickers always end with ‘continued on next bumper sticker.’” For example, it is easier to proclaim simply that immigrants take jobs and commit crimes than it is to discuss with more nuance that our economy is not a zero-sum game where a job for one is not simply the loss of work for another; how immigrants help grow the economy by buying goods and services; how immigrants pay payroll and incomes taxes; how, as our birthrate declines, immigration is a force for necessary workforce expansion. Yes, no bumper sticker can do that. Democrats are not sparkling sloganeers.

While conservatives had successfully turned those scary big-government slogans to pithy soundbites, Trump has shattered that shibboleth by expanding the reach of the federal government. Trump’s trade wars are not small government nor is the attempt to run Venezuela’s oil industry. Taking government stakes in corporations is a new form of socialism, not small government. Promoting monetary giveaways for votes is not small government. Government interference with doctor-patient relationships is not small government. Nationalizing elections is not small government. New geographic names are not small government. Nor is a ballroom. Nor an arch. Wars are not small government. Sinking boats and killing people in international waters are not small government. Using the FCC and other government tools to stifle speech is not small government. And so on. Trump and his allies want something like an omnipresent government, but they want it run solely by the president. Reagan’s small government slogans have mostly been ruptured because Ronald Reagan is no longer part of this new “conservative” movement.

The current conservatives do use some old stuff. They still wave the law-and-order flag. Perhaps that can still engender fears that turn into votes, but it is hard to focus on that when Trump continues to talk about how we live in a crime-filled world but also takes credit for a decrease in crime. Can both of those positions simultaneously work for conservatives? Don’t people easily see through this inconsistency?

Conservatives have also tried to resurrect a fear of the “Communist” or “Socialist” label while ignoring the president’s forays into something like socialism. It is not clear whether the epithets will have meaningful traction. In any event, only a handful of the Democratic candidates running for Congress consider themselves Democratic Socialists, and most of the other candidates steer quite clear of the DSA.

Although Republicans have derided Democrats for culture wars, the conservatives most effective sloganeering has its own form of wokeism. It centers on our tiny transgender population. In what is a big government position, they want the government to prevent medical care for people seeking gender-affirming care. And their slogan, one that tries to strike fear in the hearts of fathers everywhere, has been, “No men in women sports.” That has been a dominant message of recent years. Politico reported on June 1 of this year: “Trump, in the closing days of his presidential campaign, spent more on ads criticizing Vice President Kamala Harris for supporting rights for transgender people than on any other subject,” [and in 2024,] “House and Senate Republican and their affiliated campaign arms unleashed over $110 million [emphasis added] in ads on issues such as rejecting gender-affirming care for minors and banning transgender women from participating in women’s and girls’ sports, according to AdImpact data.” Perhaps this approach will still have traction, but it also might seem to be a tired approach that ignores important issues more on the minds of voters–issues such as affordability, healthcare, and housing.

Meanwhile, while Democratic Socialists have some stupid, self-defeating slogans (“Abolish the Senate” comes to mind), they have some good ones, or at least ones that are better than what other Democrats have been producing. Here’s one: “Medicare for all.” Not sure that they can accomplish that, but it evokes the egalitarianism that America proclaims to stand for. Another example is advocating for livable wages. Who can be against that? Even JD Vance in his recent book Communion: Finding My Way Back to Faith (2026) favors livable wages, but few, I think, would argue that he or his party are working towards policies that further that goal.

C’mon, publicists, come up with some snappy slogans that tell people that the world is on fire, that we are about to jettison our democracy, that we have lost our way, and that electing Democrats just might be a way out of the morass.

Big Government Makes Killers

            “We have got to get the government off our backs.” “Government is too big.” “Big government destroys our freedoms.” With words of varying civility, this is a common chant. Right now we hear that Flock cameras promote mass surveillance by the government even though the devices can make us safer by helping to find car thieves, hit and run and getaway drivers, and other violent criminals. We hear that governmental vaccine mandates violate parental rights and freedom of religion even though the vaccinations reduce sicknesses and deaths. Big government is a popular target with the frequent assumption that in earlier days we had a small government; in earlier days we had more liberty. This was not always true.

For example, Jim Crow laws legislated social relationships and mandated increased public and private expenditures by requiring duplicate facilities. Yet those who yearn for the age of small government seldom mention this epitome of big government imposition or how long it endured.

            Because of my northern, small-town roots, I was not directly affected by Jim Crow, but I was affected by another, now defunct, big government program—the military draft. To someone my age, the draft needs no explanation, but I found that many of my students, a generation or two younger than I am, not only did not know that it existed, but could not believe that it ever was the law of the land. But, yes, men (only men, not women) could be required to join the armed services. Put in slightly different terms, the government could force men from their homes and jobs and families for years and place them in a position where there was the possibility that they would have to kill or be killed. Was any government power ever larger?

            Even if you weren’t drafted, you were affected by its existence, as I learned early. In sixth grade, Glen and I hung out at George’s service station. A couple of high school boys worked there part-time. One day they discussed what they would do after high school and whether they should get some vocational training. Gary said, “No. I’m just going to get any job I can until I am drafted.” In short, he was going to wait until after his forced military service to figure out the course of his life.

            The draft led many to enlist. Perhaps part of the motivation for enlisting was public service and patriotism, but part was that an enlistee, unlike a draftee, could choose the branch of the armed services he would go into, and the college-graduate enlistee could be an officer while the college-graduate draftee was a private. I have many friends my age, often graduates of the country’s most selective universities, who were officers in the armed services while the draft existed. I wonder if I had come of age when the draft was abolished, would I know as many veterans as I do.

            The draft affected education and job choices. College males got deferments; that is, they would not be drafted while in school. And for a long time, deferments were also given for graduate school. In my generation, only those from 18 to 26 were drafted. Back then, no one took a “gap year” before college or graduate school. We knew that such a time off from school might find us not backpacking in Europebut backpacking in Vietnam. One of the reasons so many of my generation may have gone to law or business school is the draft deferment it offered. (Not so for medical school. Doctors got drafted at 26 and beyond because not enough doctors enlisted. Go watch M*A*S*H)

            If, however, you finished all this education by 24 or 25, you still had to make it until 26. Ah, but for some jobs, you also got a deferment. Public school teaching was one. Teach until 26, and then start your real career. Many of my generation had a brief stint as a middle school teacher.

            The draft was not only big government because it could intrude into every corner of a life, it was also big because it produced a huge bureaucracy. Nearly every county in the country had a Selective Service (the official name for the draft) office with one or more paid workers as well as volunteer (I think) boards. (Does anyone know who came up with “selective service”?) And, of course, regional and national offices. Paperwork galore.

            Both aspects of the big government came together for me in my second year of law school. For reasons I supported, deferments for graduate school ended, but they ended just as I began my legal studies. This was at the height (or shall we say, depth) of the Vietnam War. And thus, one day during a break in my classes, I found the dreaded missive that had what was then the famous salutation, “Greetings.” I was being drafted pending a physical exam, for which I had to return to my home county.

            It wasn’t as though I hadn’t thought about being in the army, but the draft notice certainly focused my attention on the realities of military life. It was more than a little hard to concentrate on the law of corporations with the army looming. Part of the obsessive thoughts that followed the draft notice were about the war that the U.S. was then bogged down in, but more of my thoughts just went to basic training, which I dreaded — and for good reason.

I had partially dislocated my shoulder years before, and I had done it many times since—putting on a coat, turning over in my sleep, placing a pizza in a car’s back seat, playing volleyball, basketball, softball. I knew it would partially dislocate any time I really threw a ball hard. It hurt like hell, but when it happened, I could grab the right elbow with my left hand, pull the arm, and seat the arm back in its socket. This was a condition I knew too well, but it was not one that had been certified by a doctor. I had gone to the college infirmary the day after it first happened, but by then the joint appeared to be back together properly. Nothing looked wrong to that general practitioner.

But now I started to fixate on the images of army training where recruits had to climb ropes and scale walls and throw decoy hand grenades. I knew that the shoulder would come apart, and all I could picture was the drill sergeant yelling at what he thought was the Ivy League malingerer writhing on the ground. I could not imagine how I was going to get through those first six army weeks. I decided I should see another doctor. I went to a local orthopedist and told him that if I threw a ball hard, I would dislocate the shoulder. He said, “Make the motion.” I told him what I already knew. With simulated throwing, I instinctively held back, and it would not happen. He said, “Try anyway.” Nothing happened, and I was sent on my way, with the doctor’s glance indicating, “Hippie draft dodger.” (Yes, I did have both long hair and mutton chop whiskers.)

I reported for my army physical. I told the doctor my situation. He, too, told me to simulate throwing. Nothing happened. I was certified physically fit to be trained to kill.

A few months later, I was ordered to yet another physical in Chicago. After spending twelve hours in an atmosphere that only the finest novelist could capture (one potential draftee had inked antiwar slogans all over his body), I saw the doctor. I told him my situation. He looked at a form and said, “You already had a physical in Milwaukee.” He asked, “What are you doing here?” I replied, “I was ordered here.” He said, “I am not going to waste my time giving another physical to someone who has already had one.”

I had gotten the induction date changed from its original fall date until after the school year ended. Friends urged me to go to Canada. Friends urged me to go to jail. I felt too much an American to leave the country, and I never considered those escape routes.

Somehow, however, through the antiwar protest grapevine I was told about a doctor in Chicago who had antiwar views. About a week before I was to go into the army, I had an appointment with him. I told him the situation. He said, “If there really is that problem, I will get you reclassified, but I will not lie.” I told him simulated throwing would not do it. But I came prepared with my baseball. With the doctor agreeing, I walked the three blocks to Grant Park and found a wall to throw the ball against. I screwed up my courage with a few easy tosses and then, I finally threw as hard as I could. Pain in the shoulder; white flashes before my eyes; arm immobile, but for the first time, I did not do what had become instinctive. I did not pull my arm back in place. Feeling the pain every step of the way, I went back to the doctor, up an elevator, and to an x-ray room with my hand stuck skyward. Blissfully, they quickly took the pictures, and I could pull the arm back together before the vomiting started. (The spouse notes that she was there with me. I note that her anguished face didn’t help much.)

When the doctor looked at the x-rays, he said, “You’re right. You have a problem. I’ll contact the army.” Then with a smile, he uttered words that only someone of my generation can truly appreciate: “You can have that fixed.” He waited a beat. “But there is no reason to do that until you are 26.”

            The draft gave men of my generation contact with big government’s bureaucracy and its control of lives. It certainly affected me. While obsessing over what the army had in store for me, I had more and more difficulty paying attention to my coursework. I dropped from near the top of my class. A job after the second year of law school was considered an important step for most of us starting a legal career, but I had never sought such a job since I was supposed to be inducted on July 1. But, of course, compared to many, this was nothing. I did not spend two years in the army. I did not die in combat. I did not have to kill Vietnamese.

            When you want to complain that our government is so big today that it destroys the freedoms of Americans, go to the Vietnam War Memorial Wall in Washington. Look at the names on Maya Lin’s creation and ask yourself, “How many of these were draftees? How many enlisted because they expected to be drafted anyway?” And then reflect on the big government of today and yesterday.

Snippets

Larry Summers, former Harvard President and former Secretary of the Treasury, said that he would be stepping back from public commitments after a release of emails between him and Jeffrey Epstein showed that Summers stayed in touch with Epstein even after the pedophile was convicted. Summers said, “I am deeply ashamed of my actions and recognize the pain they have caused. I take full responsibility for my misguided decision to continue communicating with Mr. Epstein.” Of course, he should have felt the same shame a week, a month, a year ago. His actions that supposedly bring the shame had already occurred. Apparently as long as the emails weren’t public, he was not ashamed.

The girl in the comic strip asks how best to deal with A.I., and Lars, the space alien, responds, “Become an oligarch.” She asks how to do that, and Lars says that this planet’s requirements are “you need to be a white male narcissist with inherited wealth and live in a country run like a banana republic.” She mutters, “Well, I got one out of three, so it’s a start.”

A coupon urged me to buy beef sticks because they contained “real ingredients.”

All my life I have heard conservatives rail against big government, but I have never been sure of the definition of “big government.” Apparently, food stamps or a subsidy to the poor is big government, but a tariff and/or owning a share in a private company, another form of governmental subsidy, is apparently not big government. Why is that?

A member of the book group denounced a novel “as written for money.” I thought the greatest writers—e.g., Shakespeare and Dickens—wrote for money. Perhaps the only authors who do not write for money are academics, and I assure you that even many of them dream of dollar signs.

“Socialism” is thrown around as an epithet a lot these days. So is “communism.” I wish that those who did so would define the terms, or does it just mean something the person does not like?

Tim Weiner in The Mission: The CIA in the 21st Century quotes David Petraeus: “You really should have a deep understanding of a country and all aspects of it before you invade it.” I hope this is kept in mind as Trump considers actions in Venezuela. It didn’t work out very well in Iraq.

As Ian Frazier was signing my copy of his latest book, Paradise Bronx: The Life and Times of New York’s Greatest Borough, I told him I had been his admirer since Great Plains written more than thirty years ago. He thanked me, and I continued that Paradise Bronx, too, was marvelous . . . except for the ludicrous subtitle. “You didn’t like the subtitle?” I explained that I had been a Brooklyn boy for over a half century. He continued that the subtitle had not been his but the choice of his editors.

I am fascinated by those religious institutions that allow so many to feel self-righteous by making the lives of others so much worse.

A perspicacious person said: “A bigot delights in public ridicule, for he begins to think he is a martyr.”