Cole / Nicole LeFavour

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Former Idaho Senator Cole / Nicole Legislative Blog

Bicycles on Highways

Pleeeeez Mr. Hammond and Mr. Governor, do you really think that all the people forced to ride bicycles because they can't afford or can't drive a car live in the North End? What do you think people in Middleton or Shoshone or Post Falls do when they don't have the money for gas or car repairs? Does it really help these people that you still propose to raise registration fees to as much as $120 after spending every penny of the stimulus you can, borrowing hundreds of millions through GARVEE and raising gas taxes to build more roads.

Mr. Governor your people talk about bike lanes like they are a luxury item. Have you ever tried to ride to work on a rural highway, especially one where the transportation department has eliminated bike lanes and further narrowed shoulders at your request. I grew up in Custer County and I am not talking about he North End of Boise, I am talking about trying to figure out how Idahoans get to work when they don't have a working car.

It might be OK if you'd dedicated some funding to making sure there was some bus or van or some public transit in every community, but you and people like Mike Moyle say public transit doesn't work. What do you mean? Doesn't work for you because you can't imagine leaving the comfort of your giant new pick up truck to ride a bus? What if you had no choice?

What choices to Idahoans have left? Walk, bike, hitch hike? What about kids in rural communities? They walk and bike along state highways everyday. Are bike paths a luxury for them? How many kids and adults in Idaho die on highways every year because they have no safe place to walk or ride? I  bet someone knows.

All for Roads and Roads for All

Headed into the Joint Finance Committee where arms have been twisted so the Governor can cut State Employee funding by 5%. Every dollar he can funnel into the world of concrete and asphalt is going there. As if the road construction industry's boom alone will revive the economy while we lay off state workers, make them take deep furloughs, cut teachers and teacher's aids, grow class sizes and weaken our ability as a state to serve people when they need it most. An economy needs small businesses and I'm wondering where we are working to help them. Little home energy efficiency companies, tech companies who scan documents and do data entry will boom, but not because Governor Otter wanted them to. The strings in the stimulus are accountability measures. Congress tried to make us prepare a bit to avert an energy crisis, be more efficient and independent finally as a nation in healthcare and energy. But this governor wants to tax us more for roads, borrow more for roads, spend all the stimulus he can on roads while his Superindendent of Public Instruction cuts deeper and deeper into Schools with every passing day.

Deducting Property Taxes

If you own a home and you've already done your state taxes, you might want to look into
getting a form to file an amended return… you may be able to subtract more from the
the amount of income the state taxed you on this year.

Over the last few weeks, we amended a House bill one way and
then back the other way in an attempt to decide what was better for tax
payers. We call it "going to the 14th order" here in the Senate when we
amend a bill. Senator Hill as chairman of the Senate tax committee
patiently spoke first for and then against letting more people NOT pay
income taxes on the money they spend on property taxes.

Obviously
this is good for modest income homeowners who might not be able to deduct a
bunch of charitable donations on top of big mortgage interest, medical
bills and the like. What it does though is take $2 million out of
budgets that will mean deeper cuts in state employee pay, lost jobs or
larger class sizes in schools or college classrooms.

Not a fun
choice for any of us to make. As a property tax payer who does not have
enough spending to itemize, I might have benefited from a yes vote. As
a member of the budget committee who has watched the knives fall into
place, slicing through parts of state budgets that Idahoans depend on
for jobs and medical care… I was one of ten Democrats and Republicans who couldn't vote yes.

I'm still torn. Most the time it is clear as the desk in front of you, on occasion though some people gain while others clearly lose. But as you sit there on the Senate floor and the Senate secretary calls your name, you have to choose one word: yes or no.

We Can’t Do it Alone

Carol and I ran up in the foothills this morning. Frozen sandy
trails thread up along ridge tops for miles. We found ourselves in
snow, brilliant white in the sun, cold on our tennis shoes.

Rough week trying to decide where to go from here as human rights issues appear so clearly to be slipping backward in Idaho.

There is irony in all this. Bryan Fischer
says my election to the legislature means there is no problem with
discrimination in Idaho. I had to laugh and then cry this morning on
the trail running behind Carol on the frozen ground because that is so
much like saying that, because we elected a fine man who happens to be
black as our 44th president of the United States, that it follows
logically that there is no longer racism or racist people in the United
States, that we can just take black people out of Idaho’s Human Rights
Act or federal anti-discrimination laws because no American will ever
again perpetuate acts of racism, violence or discrimination against
black people in schools or businesses or anyplace in our nation ever
again.

….

So to that end I am going to ask a favor.
If you care that gay people are ever fired from our jobs, denied raises
or promotions, kicked out of our apartments, are harassed as teens and
made unwelcome in school classrooms anywhere in this state, please do
something about it this year.

1.    Email your friends these two links and ask them to help. OurGayFriends-logo

Support your gay friends: https://www.4idaho.org/HumanRights/
POST THIS WINDOW SIGN: https://www.4idaho.org/vote/OurGayFriends-WindowSign.pdf
2.    Post a “Protect Our Gay Friends” Window sign in your car, house or workplace.
3.    Let YOUR three state legislators know that you feel it is time to end discrimination against gay people in employment, housing and education.
4.    Write a letter to the editor.
5.    Get involved this year when there is a chance to help an organization on this issue. (Show up, donate, take action.)

…..

It
kills me that my work on sentencing or health care may suffer because
it is not really the role of a legislator to be a community organizer.
It kills me that some of my colleagues have said I have to make a
choice, be a gay activist or have no future in politics in Idaho.
Really I have no choice.

I think of the straight people I meet who clearly care and want to help.

The
burly firefighter who told me he buttonholed Senator Fulcher at a
recent reception to say firmly but politely how upset he was as a
constituent that Fulcher had opposed the Human Rights act. I think of
the man who came to me to talk about health care issues and, as he was
leaving, mentioned how wrong it was that some radio talk show hosts
were say such awful things about me and gay people.

I think of my friend Emilie Jackson-Edney and her wonderful conversations about gender identity with Senator Coiner.

I think of
Mountain Goat, the blogger in Canyon County whose partner fears being
fired from her job. I know this woman only by her pen name and her
posts and I picture her these days settled next to a radio watching the
hate stream out day after day because she knows someone has to say that
this is wrong. She is so right. How can we as a state stand by when
others incite violence and hate. Why are we not outraged? Or maybe we
all are outraged and we don’t know how to express it.

Well, I’m
offering some ways to express it. And I’m asking for your help. Because
I can’t do this alone. The tiny cluster of under-funded, human rights
oriented, non-profit groups who have worked on these issues for over a
decade and have three staff between them, they can’t do this alone.

We
all need your help this year because if we don’t have your help things
will keep getting worse, not better. And like you, I just can’t bear
that.

Economic Quandaries

The Senate chamber is empty but for Senator Dick Sagness next to me
and the voice of secretaries in the back rooms. Outside, spring froze
and is again thawing.

It is Friday. The place emptied early.
JFAC this morning was about the economy. How can anything not be. Or
maybe for sanity we should all find something that is not. It is an
oppressive force in here but more so as people around the state try to
plan for next month or next year.

There is a danger in that
hesitancy to plan. If we are employed and so save our wages and pay off
debt, the businesses around us suffer. We don't go down to Jim's
appliances to replace the refrigerator that is turning the milk sour,
or decide to suffer with the clothes dryer that takes four hours to dry
a pair of jeans. We wait, not knowing if we will have a job to pay off
that credit card bill.

But in the long run, our savings, or more
critically our lack of credit card debt, makes our families more
stable. We pay less in interest and fees. This is very hard on Jim's
Appliances. But if it and other businesses do OK with the help of those
who are still spending, if the employed go to local shops where their
dollars circulate better in the local economy, then when the clouds
break a bit and we breathe again, less debt hanging over us, a bit of
saving to buy that refrigerator with, the economy will rise with all
that "pent up demand." We will all benefit as families across the
nation end all that "waiting as long as we possibly can to buy what we
really need to buy."

For those traditional economists who say we
need to personally borrow more so we can spend more now. I say that
will only perpetuate a problem at the root of our economic woes.
Americans are smarter than that. We recognize that we can't keep
running up personal debt at this rate and not fall off an edge some
day. The minimum wage can not stay as out of whack with the cost of
living as it has been.

Yes, millions are without jobs, hanging
on by that thread of little unemployment checks. They may be lucky to
pay for food and rent and doctor bills, and are not going to be the
ones buying new refrigerators or saving money. But roughly ninety
percent of American workers still have jobs. We will make this economy
suffer while we save and pay down debts, but when we are ready, this
revived middle class may again become a middle class that sets to work
to fill and even create new jobs in manufacturing, energy efficiency
and alternative power generation.

I sit at my desk in the empty
Senate and I know this is an economic quandary of epic magnitude. Who
will suffer and pay for the rearrangement of our economy? Will it be
families spurred simply to borrow more to buy more things? Or will it
be the box stores and restaurant chains we abandon for corner groceries
and little diners? The banks and mortgage brokers? Importers of foreign
made goods? The credit card companies? Someone will pay. Things will
change. If our determination is to hunker down and support the little
shops and growers and appliance stores right around us, then local
places may not be the ones to go under. We may see a trend away from
generic downtowns where the food and shopping is so nearly identical
that one might be in New York, LA, San Francisco, Boise or Chicago and
not even know it. We may see the rebirth of an era where cities have
character and people take pride in what local people make and sell.

That could happen. But it depends on what we do.

Regardless,
huge things are happening around us. Banks may go under. More stocks
could fall to nothing. But eventually we all do have to replace the hot
water heater, the furnace or the car. If we save or at least owe less,
we may feel we can do more than that. Maybe we will even save enough to
put dollars back into banks, some will start new businesses. The ground
will thaw. As a nation we have huge resources, huge ingenuity. Millions
work very hard and if we pay them enough to live on and ensure they
don't fall behind every time they need a doctor; if we take the weight
of providing health insurance off the shoulders of business and
families, we will endure. I'd place a bet even, that if we do these
things, pay off some personal debt, buy more locally, fix our health
care system, invest as a nation in manufacturing and energy, we will
thrive.

Crazy Highways

Here's what's crazy: By my best reckoning Idaho is getting over $15
million it could have spent on public transportation statewide. It can
only buy infrastructure with this money, nothing but buses, bus stops,
material stuff like that. No drivers, no gas, no operating costs to pay
drivers to make the buses go anywhere if we buy them.

At the same
time the Speaker of the House (I'm sure with a bit of strategic help
from Mike Moyle and his leadership team because Lawence Denny is the
man, but he is not the arm twisting type) the Speaker has said no
hearing on any local option authority legislation. No hearing to let
voters in local communities around the state decide if they would like
to tax themselves to fund something urgent that we as a state
legislature just won't give them money for.

The most glaring
example would be public transportation. No state dollars go there. No
local funding source exists because local governments are not allowed
to ask voters what they want to fund and how they want to fund it. The
state dictates that. So since Mike Moyle, a single man from Star,
elected to a powerful position by an increasingly conservative
Republican caucus, since he is still not a fan of public
transportation, the entire state has no way of funding public
transportation operations.

So, no matter how long the people of
Nampa wait in traffic, no matter how long it takes some days to get
from Boise to Star or Eagle, if we have no money to operate a bus with
fuel and a driver, we can not use the stimulus to solve the problem of
Nampa to Boise buses running at capacity, or a bus system so poor it
does not even run after dark, in early mornings or on weekends. Who can
depend on a system like that? Who can afford to miss the bus to work or
a job interview when the next one does not come for an hour or so?

So,
instead of using the stimulus to allow little cities around Idaho to
fund new van pools or real bus systems; instead of putting more buses
on that corridor between Ada and Canyon counties we will instead replace
old buses and then go on as we were, infinitely widening freeways and
overpasses between Nampa and Boise. We will spend billions on that
stretch of highway because a few powerful people don't personally like
or believe in public transit. We will waste millions infinitely and
futally trying to unclogg a clogged stretch of freeway, money that
could be spent to fix rural roads from Soda Springs to Sandpoint.

I would think my rural colleagues would be more annoyed about that.

Leading the Senate in Prayer

The Constitution aside, every day before the Senate we are led in Christian prayer. Hank Webb is our Chaplain. He has a wonderful accent, warmth and gentle kindness which makes me smile every day.

Our Democratic leaders have asked that the prayers be more universal to all faiths and at very least ecumenical in nature, but it seems still that the Chaplain has been instructed to give a Christian prayer which ends with "In the name of Jesus Christ our Lord." While Chaplin Webb is gone this week, a few Senators have led the prayer. I was asked by my caucus to lead the invocation this morning. Those of you who know me may think that is funny. But how could I pass a chance to speak to the body of the Senate about values, belief, humanity and what we as a state should aspire to.

Please join me in a moment of reflection or prayer.

Let us be thankful for the kindness of strangers, their compassion and generosity.
Let us see abundance not only scarcity.
I ask, let us see in this difficult time the strength and beauty in one another’s eyes, the pain in the story of the man we would condemn, the suffering of the woman we would judge, never having walked in her broken shoes.
Let us love this land, its expanse of tilled soil, pungent, its farms aging, tilted sage-covered hills, canyoned deserts and peaks of cold granite and snow.
Let us love the beauty of its wild as those whose ancestors first set foot here loved and respected the land as the source of all life, food and spiritual strength.
Let us seek the difficult path of judgment to discern whether there is freedom without justice, liberty without restraint, whether the pursuit of happiness is afforded equally and we have been judicious in the exercise of the powers we are given.
For what great society can celebrate the freedom to amass riches while others starve?
What people would not extend the tithing and generosity of our faiths to the world at large?
What exalted leaders in good conscience can choose which brother or sister, son or daughter is worthy of justice and freedom from prejudicial acts –and which is not?
Let us look up from our day, as we as a nation and state face the difficult months or years ahead:
May we choose the path that helps those who will struggle in loss. 
May within us we find compassion and the generosity that makes us a nation strong enough to endure the greatest hardships as one, as a people who refuse to be divided by petty politics, generous and gentle, unified in purpose and in strength.
May we seek that all will prosper.
……..Peace be with you.

Rights and Freedoms

No small number of Republican lawmakers have Democratic wives. They
are fabulous and in some cases outspoken and lead the legislative
ladies on adventures to places some of the Republican women otherwise
might never go.

One legislative husband, Skip Smyser, former
law maker himself and lobbyist but not a Democrat has done more for
Human Rights education in the legislature than I will ever do in my
lifetime. He rents out the Egyptian and gets lawmakers together to see
a movie each year. This year it was Amazing Grace a film about ending
the British slave trade. Actually it is very much a movie about the
legislative process as men in powdered wigs battle in a chamber that
makes even Idaho's house of Representatives look sedate and
dispassionate.

Skip's movie nights kill me emotionally. I sit
eating candy and cry as discreetly as I can possibly manage. Other law
makers cry too. Progressive law makers say kind things to me after. My
socially conservative friends instead quote the few lines from the film
that keep them sternly entrenched where they are on the other side of
any Human Rights issues at hand. Talking afterward it is hard to
believe they saw the same movie I did. But they did and I can only hope
that later in dreams more will come back to them, that they will soften
and see something like the shadow of pain in the eyes of others for a
brief moment in time.

Tonight at the Dairymen's dinner, a
colleague quoted to me a line from the movie Amazing Grace. It was
about having to give up your freedoms because someone else is in a
hurry to have government protect someones rights.

I had to grip
my beer glass tight to really hear the assertion that slave owners gave
up their "freedom" to make money off the labor of men and women they
never paid a salary to. How do I fathom someone seeing that as a
"freedom" to be taken from slave owners rather than as a thing they had
stolen from some other human beings… I do not know. I do know that
these are the same lawmakers who see Idaho's human rights act as a law
that robs them of the freedom to fire whom they choose, a restriction
on their business and beliefs that remains intolerable to them so far
to this day.

Gifts and Promises

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Last week the Potato Commission sent a box of potatoes to the House
and Senate for each of us. A Technical training center from Cassia
County gave us a beautiful laser- and
router-carved wooden paper weight with our names carved into the side
and an Idaho Quarter set in the top. At a lunch for the anniversary of
the Idaho National Lab we were given a thumb drive and sticky note
holder along with a mini nuclear waste barrel that functions as a
squishy stress reliever/forearm exerciser.

We
get gifts as legislators. I usually feel funny enough about them or the
expectation of a promise or vote that I give them away to interns or
statehouse staff. We did vote last week to pass a memorial commending
the Idaho National Lab on its anniversary. I voted for it because it
seemed to reflect the lab in a genuine rather than a wishful way. It
was a good memorial. I'd vote for it even if I'd not been offered the
nuclear waste barrel/stress reliever/forearm exerciser gift.

The
anniversary lunch where we got the Lab's gifts was a blur of slides and
very brief admirals and contractors speaking in front of a big back
curtain. Normally these folks at the INL focus public presentations on
the great promise of Nuclear Power and their mission to build the next
generation of nuclear power plants. Anymore they seem to go to great
lengths to avoid talking about all the radioactive waste buried and
stored out there in the desert of South Eastern Idaho.

But at
lunch, in celebrating that nuclear reactor technology was first tested
and developed here in Idaho, celebrating our role in nuclear weapons
production and nuclear waste storage, the lab did focus on waste and on
the thousands of people who have labored for decades under often
dangerous conditions to try and clean up what is one of the largest
nuclear waste dumps in the nation.

I've met many people who
worked out there at "the site" over the years. Most recently a fire
fighter who I worry about after having heard what he has breathed and
how he no longer fears that odd feeling of heat and gamma rays
radiating off of spent fuel and high level waste.

I will be a
big proponent of nuclear power when we do finally solve the issue of
waste. We will need to figure out how to neutralize it, not just
recycle part of it. We can't keep leaving the most highly radioactive
remains to burn somewhere in a mountain or building or pool of water
for decades, centuries or millennia. I hope our government continues to
invest money in solving the puzzle of how to render radioactive
materials harmless. I even hope our lab gets that job and does it well.

But
to talk of building new nuclear power plants before that task is done
is beyond my comprehension. To talk about how this energy is clean or
carbon free when in truth it is mined, refined, processed, transported,
reprocessed, stored, cooled, monitored, repackaged and labored-over
using decades of fossil fuels, that makes no sense. We still have no
idea what to do besides piling more radioactive waste next to every
nuclear power plant we build in every city or town from New York to
California. To revive the industry means billion in profits for a few
and a gift of consequences for the rest of us.

Nuclear waste is a
gift our state still keeps getting. Most Idahoans don't know it but the
nuclear navy's nuclear submarines still send all their radioactive
"spent fuel" waste here to Idaho. Dangerous materials so radioactively
hot that they are literally deadly to behold. Three Mile Island has
waste buried out there in the soil over our aquifer. Decades of taking
other state's nuclear weapons waste have left the soil so hot in places
that even now it catches on fire sometimes. Workers in big tents use
robots and cranes to dig it up out of the soil and put it in barrels to
become New Mexico's problem.

If we want more gifts, we will
believe the industry when they promise us it is a clean and safe form
of energy now. They say they have solved the issue of the waste by
recycling part of it. But ask them where it all goes. All of it. Ask
what precisely we are left with afterward and is this something Idaho
wants or is it something we're hoping someday to pass guiltily on to
some other state or community with our own hollow promises and wishful
thinking.

That's another gift I will decline. I will leave that
one, like I left the mini squishy stress reliever/nuclear waste barrel
on the INL luncheon table.

Disgusted

Some days I walk myself to the statehouse in the dark, sit attentive
through long committees, ask unwelcome questions, end up the sole no or
yes vote on a bill, look at the long list of evening events we are
supposed to attend and wonder what I am doing.

I forget how many
kind people have written to tell me how much better it makes them feel
that I am here. I forget that on occasion I do make a change that
affects lives, I give voice to what isn't heard or those who will be
harmed. And that is something.

It is hard though.

Today
when we heard a simple bill to mandate that insurance companies cover
"elemental formula" as if it were medicine so that kids (whose lives
depend on eating this formula instead of food) can afford it and can
stay alive.

So that you know, some kids can't eat regular food.
At about two months their bodies reject their mother's milk and if they
are lucky their doctor figures it out and puts them on special formula
and then about 1/3 of them get better quickly, another bunch get better
in a year or two and a very few need the formula for life.

But
Idaho insurance companies don't cover this stuff. And after today's
vote they still won't. The companies promise though to try harder and
we believed them. We don't like mandates I guess. This is something new
for me to know about the Commerce Committee. It governs health
insurance. Or, I know now, doesn't govern health insurance. All the
things we COULD do to make health insurance companies do a better job,
stop denying claims, be more accountable for making people wade through
so much red tape to get something covered they know should be
covered… we don't do that. We trust insurance companies instead.

I
sat there today and listened to those parents' stories. I can only ask
what kind of nation makes people lose everything because someone in
their family is sick? What kind of government tells them to get a
divorce so they can maybe qualify for Medicaid so their child does not
die? What kind of state makes people go through this? Run up tens of
thousands on their credit cards, sell everything? What kind of people
refuse to do anything because the insurance company lobbyists are
really nice people and they promise us things if we will only agree not
to make them do what they don't want to.

I'm disgusted because we
have no backbone, because I work in one of the few places where we
COULD fix some of what is wrong with healthcare and we won't. I'm
disgusted because I work in one of the few places in the state where
the people I work with mostly don't seem to think there is anything
wrong with insurance companies or the way health care works. Or worse,
they use how broken the system is to agree to do nothing at all.

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On a similar insurance coverage issue, Lot Watts, social worker from St. Als Hospital testifies as to how some cancer patients are unable to pay for a chemotherapy drug because insurers classify it as a pharmaceutical rather than a cancer therapy. Watts and the chemotherapy bill's sponsor Senator Joyce Broadsword are opposed by not fewer than seven seated insurance industry lobbyists.

Ayes and Nays

When the Senate secretary reads the roll for a vote, typically if you are listening in on line or through the television, you will hear a long stream of Ayes. The controversial stuff is killed in committee, never introduced or stuck in a drawer. What gets to the floor, has jumped through a lot of hoops, made it by many gate keepers and has enough of a force behind it to be considered by the whole body.

When a Democrat brings a bill to committee, there is a bit of a disadvantage. We have possibly not had much of a chance to chat with the committee chair about the bill at functions over the summer. We may have co-sponsors but this year we can not longer list them prominently so that anyone would know anyone but one of us is supportive. We may be asked to get an attorney general's opinion or feedback from Governor appointed department heads.

We rely on the kindness and respect of our colleagues to be allowed to have a bill printed, to get a hearing on the bill or to have it sent once printed to the committee where it is supposed to go. Lots of things can happen to a bill. It can indeed be sent to hostile committee, on purpose or inadvertently.

I had a bill that simply makes it an employer's, not an insurer's decision to allow a business' employees to buy health insurance for their unmarried partners, boy friends of girlfriends and other family members if they are not married. The bill is a benefit to the state because it increases the number of people and their children with access to insurance. This improves preventative care, reduces emergency costs, catastrophic fund costs and other taxpayer funded health care costs.

The bill went to State Affairs Committee, not Commerce where insurance related legislation usually goes.

Beer and Wine

When we get a phone call from a constituent to the Legislative information desk, someone sends us a little yellow piece of paper with the brief massage typed out and a return address where we can call or write back. Last week the yellow phone call slips started flowing, a constant stream of "Don't tax my beer and wine" messages rippling out from the alcohol distributors, to the bars and restaurants to the patrons, riled like colonists at a tea party.

I understand. No one likes to pay more for anything, especially in hard economic times. But I ask, would we rather pay more through some other part of state government to build more prisons, pay for more emergency care from car accidents, more child protection and domestic violence shelters — all because we do not offer nearly the treatment we should to prevent or end alcoholism and substance abuse in the state of Idaho?

I promise we will all just pay more if we don't someday create a dedicated funding source for treatment. And I'm talking about treatment, not about advertising or bill boards here. We will all watch people in our communities suffer year after year because we didn't help this year, because we didn't see the larger issue here.

I don't like the temperance argument. Moderation is what most people use in their approach to beer and wine. But if those of us who do drink beer and wine are not asked to pay for treatment, then who should pay? If we could tax Meth, believe me, we as a legislature would. We can't. Not Meth or Heroin or Cocaine or any of it. But when someone's family member is addicted and they can not afford an expensive treatment center, where will they go? Who will pay?

Let me say this, I don't know about you, but I would have paid. I would have stepped up and shelled out the seven cents a glass of wine or bottle of beer, and I would have paid so that finally the state of Idaho has a chance to fund real drug treatment as we never have before.

But here on the afternoon of this cloudy spring day, when the Senate floor is subdued and people file in and out on their way to and from committees, it is too late. The beer and wine tax went down, five to thirteen in the House Revenue and Taxation Committee this morning.

Top Ten About the Stimulus

I know the stimulus plan puns are getting old. Stimulating conversation. Less than stimulating conversation. In any case, our Joint Finance and Appropriations Committee today spent the first of three days discussing Idaho's share of / potential for/ obstacles to / failures related to / and deadlines for…. the federal stimulus. Hoping eagerly for something that will help the 50,000 Idahoans looking for work.

Top ten things I learned:

10. This money is from Idahoans, past and future, to be sent via Washington DC via federal agencies, grants, direct appropriations and requests which many pray are going to be made by the Governor…

9. Goals include avoiding job losses and lay offs in state government, avoiding state tax increases, creating new jobs, making the nation more energy independent and preventing the immediate implosion of a hand full of Governments in states from one coast to the other.

8. It is true the governor can reject this money. But we as a legislature can override his objections, as long as he doesn't veto them. (Of course 2/3 of us could always vote in favor of a veto override and that would be that.)

7. If you have an idea, you need to apply to a state agency and the Governor's Department of Fiscal Management (DFM). These budget analysts have some flexible money to use for creative economic development, energy and job creating ideas. Can we put the money in to fill all the holes in our state budget? No. Might it free up money we now spend on Medicaid to prevent the deepest of state employee pay cuts? Possibly yes, for now.

6. People can have ideas. Non governmental entities can come up with shovel-ready (can be permitted and ready to grind into motion in 120 days) job producing ideas as long as they do not involve: casino gambling, aquariums, zoos, golf courses or swimming pools.

5. The governor is asking other governors, including Democrats for help. This is good.

4. If you have ideas that use American made products or resources (steel, iron, some manufactured goods), that is encouraged.

3. Everyone's ideas have to be turned in by noon on March 4.

2. Not until March 19 will the Governor's advisory committees have their reports done.

1. The legislature will sort of be sitting around until then. Sitting around for this body, and especially the body across the hall there, is not a good idea. Legislators can hatch crazy ideas when we are bored. Bad ideas generally. With the exception of the Napoleon Dynamite Resolution which was one of the best bored things anyone ever passed through the legislature.

Read it if you need some cheering up. 
http://www3.state.id.us/oasis/2005/HCR029.html

Running Low

Letters-senate09

Senate Floor. Eight A.M. Senators scattered at desks. Rain falling lightly outside. The place echoes in ways the House chambers did not. There it all feels close and muffled.

It is a session of stops and starts. The little white numbers that outline the Senate and House calendars, sit mostly in their boxes. The boards are mostly blank as our beloved, red vested Senate pages leave and a new crop begins work today.

The House Chair of the Joint Finance Committee, Maxine Bell, shared her shopping habits with us last week at a dead moment, while the committee waited for JoAn Wood to come  make a presentation on transportation issues. Maxine explained that she buys everything at home in her own local grocery store and hauls it here to Boise to the place she stays. It is her own local contribution to her local economy and a way she visits with constituents. Most important, she shared that she knows when the session should be done by the amount of toilet paper she has left. She says that we all had better get to work or she knows she is going to run out.

Losing Ground in Silence

Sitting at my desk on the floor of the Senate. Outside it is growing warm and across Boise people are planting spinach.

Only one bill to go before we break for the weekend and all fly off home. I will fly the ten or so blocks home to dig my hands in the dirt and try to forget this day for just a few hours at least, just until it is time to start planning for how to change this downward slide in the advancement of our rights here in this tiny isolated red red state. Just a few hours until we can figure out how to end the silence and make this issue clear and unavoidable in every corner in every little town of this thawing state.

On a simple print hearing vote this morning where seven committee members heard from Senator Coiner first and then from me on why more than 42,000 people deserve to be able to work at their jobs, go to school and live in a house or apartment without fear, the senate state affairs committee voted five to two not to introduce the proposal as a bill.

Not to even give it the courtesy of print. Not to acknowledge that discrimination against gay people might be a problem worth discussing inside the state's law making body.

Clearly we have far far to go and need many more voices in there with ours because people all over this state live quietly in fear every day. In school rooms, in board rooms, at desks, in processing plants and apartment complexes. What are the values of a state which, by omission, condones discrimination year after year, whose law makers know better, but refuse to stand up and act.

The committee members asked not a single question. Senator Stegner, always valiant, made the motion to approve the introduction of the bill. Senator Kelly seconded. The committee was silent but for their brief voice vote. Five to two. No.

Wtf-human-rights
 

Risch and Crapo and Debt

Senator Jim Risch is speaking to us now about his experience in Washington DC. He is spending a very long time talking about his seniority. I suspect after so long in the executive branch here in Idaho, he is less accustomed to being somewhere near the bottom of a pecking order. His words suggest some tension with his more senior Senator Mike Crapo with whom he says votes on every bill and amendment.

Risch and Crapo both in speaking to this body, sternly remind us that the current borrowing is mortgaging our childrens' future and sending American dollars to China. Senator Crapo certainly has done a bit of that borrowing in his ten years in the Senate… let's say ten trillion in borrowing? But according to Senator Risch, this borrowing is different because a Democratic President is borrowing to help people afford health care, to make us less reliant on high cost oil and to keep states from raising taxes and or going bankrupt.

The real irony is in Risch's statement about how freeing up credit will fix our economic crisis.

Is not our problem in part that families and small businesses are too deep in debt already? Wages are so low and the cost of fuel, housing, daycare and insurance so high that people can not meet basic needs with out borrowing to fix the broken refrigerator, the car or to buy groceries or pay a doctor bill.

More lending good Senators? To really fix our economy, I think we have more fundamental issues to address.

Food on a Table

Sometimes a day unravels. Sometimes it just starts with a conversation you can not believe your committee is having. Fifty thousand Idahoans unemployed. A nation trying to keep states from going bankrupt. Laying off state employees. Hundreds of businesses folding up and blowing away.

I remember how former legislator and Joint Finance Committee member, Margaret Henbest looked in here in the statehouse hallways sometimes. It was a warning to anyone asking anything of her. I used to think she was just a bit high strung and should chill out a bit. I feel that look in myself somewhere now on days like this.

People's lives are affected by our actions so clearly in years like this. What we fund and what we cut. Who loses a job. What business closes because no one can afford to buy what they sell. There is weight to this year that is unusual. More gravity and uncertainty. What we thought could be a short session, may lengthen as forces between the Governor's office and Republican leadership debate whether and what of the stimulus to take. Their delay helps no one.

These dollars are dollars paid to and to be owed by Idahoans to the Federal Government, regardless whether we send the whole check back to Washington. Some of the money headed our way may not rescue us from ressession but will keep states like ours from raising taxes for roads or to keep schools open next year. Some will help insulate us from further crisis. It is not the recovery package I would have crafted but it is the one we have in front of us. The indecision and posturing does not help one single business stay open or one single family put food on the table.

Being Brave for Gay People

Today listening to Senator Tom Gannon's memorial on the Senate floor, I
remember how full of hope and optimism I was four years ago. My
colleagues in the Senate collectively fended of an anti-gay
constitutional amendment, standing up for us as gay people against
intense political pressure.  Fourteen Senators stood, brave and
eloquent. Tom Gannon was one of them.

It felt then like things could only get better, for our families and
for safety and equality. But marriage became a tool of political power
like the atomic bomb. It struck fear into the heart of every
progressive law maker from here to Alaska and back. Those who once knew
a line of discrimination they would not cross, lost that line in blind
fear.

And our community here in Idaho grew understandably angry and bitter,
even if briefly. And for those legislators who stood up for us once,
the anger may be all they remember.

I hope not. I hope they remember the tears of relief after the vote in
2005. The flowers we sent. The cards and packages of candies. It was
not that we gained any new rights in that vote. It was that we could
remain in legal limbo for awhile more. And we did for another year until
Idaho passed arguably one of the most restrictive Constitutional
Amendments in the country.

I see the looks on other Senator's faces when I mention gays and
lesbians. Do they think I love reminding them that I belong to a sub
class of Idahoans that does not have the right to work at a job, attend
a school in peace, hold a family gym membership or health insurance
policy as they do? Do I love reminding them I belong to the group of
people that can be forced to die alone in a hospital room; whose
possessions at death can be distributed to estranged family members
over the wishes of the immediate family because that family is not of
the right gender.

Please tell me this all makes sense to someone…. outside religion,
beyond what one person believes verses what another believes through
their religious faith. Please tell me we have a legal and
constitutional reason why I deserve less than those men and women I
serve with every day. I am, in the words of others, a good person, a
good Senator, a good hard working American, someone who has given of
myself to my country and community. But I'm not good enough for
equality for one small reason. A reason that affects no one in the
whole world in a way that is not positive. My partner who served her
country in the Air Force, is she less worthy of love or happiness? Of
equality? Fairness? Respect? Humanity?

So yes to my colleagues, I am coming back this year to bother you,
because you have not yet stood up again. So many of you are willing if
only others will just be brave. This is the time to be brave. There is
harm being done to good people every day we delay, every single day
that we remain one of the few states that does not allow gay people the
simple right to be employed, to go to school, to live somewhere
regardless of who we love, who we have spent our lives with.

All of us can hide in that comfortable place where we don't have to
educate our constituents or colleagues, where we don't have to be brave
or take a stand on something hard. We can hide there forever and
pretend that is OK. But I know so well how many of you have gay family
members, sons , daughters, brothers, sisters. Each of you will think
I'm talking about you, but I'm not. I'm talking about LOTS of you and
you never talk to each other about it. And if you think your sons and
daughters, nieces and nephews want to bring it up any more than I do…
just imagine.

Where is the time for bravery? For justice? For eloquence? I can't do
this alone. Believe me. Can we not be brave enough to make some step
forward this year?

…………..

Friday we have a hearing to amend the Idaho Human Rights Act to add
sexual orientation and gender identity and to include protections for
gay people in employment, housing and education. 8 AM Senate State
Affairs Committee, Second Floor, Old Ada County Court House at 6th
& State St.

If you care, please do not stand by this year. We need supporters,
parents, employers, friends, students, landlords, farmers. This will
not be a hearing for testimony, just for witness and to steel those we
are asking to vote yes. There are nine members on the committee. Please
bring cards, flowers, something to thank those who vote yes.

If you can not come but want to write a letter to the editor of your
local paper big or small PLEASE do… especially those of you out there
who have never written a letter to support us before.

Nicole-CarolCivil UnionBW

Who is the Governor?

Some days, Butch Otter is the governor of Idaho. The guy in the tight jeans with the big hair and million dollar grin. The guy who recently has become virtually bionic with hip and other joint replacements. The guy who shuns his city roots and clings to a young cowboy image like a life raft.

But on state employee policy and who knows what else, Mike Gwarney runs the state of Idaho. The well groomed, sweet faced man, with perfectly manicured white hair. He calls the shots. He has spearheaded this "run government like a business" (some might say "like a sweatshop") mentality that has cut benefits for employees and retirees, increased workloads, cut health care, cut jobs, cut leave, cut protections, all without bringing state employee pay up to the level of the private sector which the Governor says he emulates.

This morning the Joint Finance and Appropriations Committee gave-in to the Governor's office and passed language that gave him the sole power to decide how to cut 5% out of Idaho's budget for state employees and personnel. We let him decide whether State Agency Directors will use layoffs, pay cuts or furloughs (mandatory days off) to cut $32 million from what Idaho pays to and for agency employees and another $47 million from what we spend on teachers and school personnel.

"Any across the board pay reduction shall be determined by the Governor and shall affect all classified, permanent, temporary and seasonal employees." Our language went on later to say, "Any remaining reduction in funding shall be managed by the respective agency directors, with approval by the Governor…by keeping funded positions vacant, by the use of furloughs, and if necessary by a reduction in force." Layoffs.

I asked questions before and during our committee meeting. My sense was that we as the budget writing committee wanted to protect the economy and state employees by using means other than lay offs. Foolishly I let that give me comfort.

I know furloughs are by far the preferred method of cutting costs, especially from state employees' perspectives. To some extent then employees get to determine which paycheck will be short.

It has taken a long, long time for the legislature to give state employees any reasonable cost of living pay increases. It is very rational for employees to fear that it will take a long, long time before the legislature would give back any 5% base reduction in pay. The trust is not there so I'm sure that furloughs sound far better than pay cuts.

Near the end of the committee meeting, Mike Gwartney came to us to talk about the state insurance fund. Out of nowhere he said that Idaho could expect an increase in insurance spending because, he said, 'When there are layoffs people get their teeth fixed.'

Layoffs? Who had said anything about layoffs? Especially layoffs massive enough to affect the state insurance fund's tooth fixing budget? Hadn't we just spelled out in committee that layoffs were the last resort?

In many cases, especially on the front lines, people are already doing several other people's jobs. 

I looked at the man with the perfectly groomed white hair. We had just given him the power to execute 5% reductions in personnel spending. He had cover finally to help Otter "Find efficiencies." "Reduce the size of government." "Starve the beast."

Does he not realize that, to some people, he and the governor are synonymous? What a cavalier way to wear that power, not know what a warning he would send by tucking the word "layoffs" into what he came to say.

State Employee Pay Cuts

It is not yet six am. I am dressed and ready to head to the Statehouse.
Yesterday we were told the early morning Joint Finance Committee
meetings will start. We will have a pre meeting to work out "motions"
or proposals for how much money we decide we will really have to spend
for state government in the last half of 2009 and the start of 2010.
That's medical care, prisons, drug treatment and water quality
protection and especially thousands and thousands of people who's job
it is to do this work of the state, from teaching our kids to guarding
our prisons, safeguarding social security numbers to making sure that
feed lots don't contaminate well water.

In a tiny room that is now a library but once was part of the county
jail, we will debate how deeply and in what way to cut state employee
pay. It is that bad.

Will we use furloughs (days off without pay) or base cuts as deep as 5%
or 7% in state employee pay? Some like governor Otter want to lay off
employees. I personally do not believe that is good for the economy or
for how well our state functions. This is the most Republican state in
the nation, the last problem we have is too many government workers or
people paid too well. Every new Republican governor finds places to
"reduce government." They eliminate departments, cut staff, rearrange
things. We are bare bones and state employees, especially those on the
front lines, the kindergarten and math teachers, the adjunct
professors, food stamp screeners, child protection workers and budget
analysts work hard for the pay they get. This won't be easy.

If we cut jobs, unemployment rises more than its current record rate.
If we pay families less, some will qualify for food stamps. They have
to eat and pay rent and child care and heat and gas and electricity.
Hopefully we will give some of them with families food stamps. Those
are federal funds we have been stingy with. Our state's laws are
different from any other state's. We make people lose everything before
we make sure they are able to eat. Its called an "asset test." You
can't own anything, just one car, not two, if you or your kids are
hungry and need help for a bit. That may be something we can change. I
know we need to.

How will our economy recover if families and businesses have to hit the
very bottom of crisis before they get help? The deeper they go into
crisis, the harder to recover.

Idahoans are rugged and independent. We also, especially in the small
towns and older neighborhoods know each other. We need to know each
other even in the suburbs. We need to watch out for our neighbors, make
sure they are OK. I have something to give still. I'm buying things at
locally owned stores and giving to the food bank and homeless shelter.
I know i could do more. It is that kind of time. Over fences and in
coffee shops, in senior centers and school yards, I think we better ask
how it is going. Maybe over a conversation we can help each other out
just a little bit and get through this.

Meanwhile, I have to head to the statehouse to vote on how to cut pay
for thousands of Idahoans. Not a vote I want to make. There are better
and worse ways to do this. May we do the least harm possible.

Visiting the Ladies

I walked into the House chairmen's suite Wednesday. I know "suite" sounds grand, but really it is a back corner area with cubicles where the Republican chairs of all the House Committees have their "offices."

Dressed different patterned plaid jackets and sitting in two matching floral print, high backed arm chairs, I found the two good Ladies from District 35, Lenore Barrett and JoAn Wood. Rep. Wood Chairs the house Transportation Committee and Rep. Barrett from my old home, Custer County, Chairs the Local Government Committee. They looked elegant in the chairs, talking.

The two were sharing memories from the great depression. JoAn was just a girl but remembers licking the ration stamps and sticking them on the little cards. You needed full cards and money to buy your rations. They talked about the rations of sugar, shoes and gas.

The conversation led to box stores and the little local stores in their communities going out of business now.

This is not an every day scene, but it is. JoAn is the legislature's longest serving member. What she has seen and heard would fill books. Yet I realize even she remembers only echoes of the last time the economy took such a loss. We are in unknown waters trying to decide what of state government we need to fund and what we can do without.

This could be as bad as it gets. Or it might not be. The not knowing is what makes me cautious. Those who feel confident about a quick recovery may not agonize so much. But some of us will. This legislative session is just beginning. There is lots more to be seen. Lot's more struggling over conflicting realities, conflicting images of what's possible.

Unlike in the 30's we have a social welfare system. We are built to keep our nation's people from hunger. As long as we each remain generous, as long as we grow enough food in our collective American farm lands and can get our nation down from the endless war to a place of relative peace, we can survive anything. That's what I believe.

Often at Ease

The statehouse was empty when I made my way through the snow and dark to the doors this morning. Several times this week I've been dead tired but not able to sleep. This week is the deadline for us to finalize and turn in our legislation. I find myself drafting new language and working out problems in half sleep.

Most the day, the floor of the Senate tends to be sparsely populated. We will call a "Bless you!" across the room when someone sneezes, call out a good morning or good bye.

Even when we are in session with all 35 of us at our desks on the floor, the place is roomy. The ceiling is tall and as much less space as there is compared to the old Capitol building, we still rattle around pretty well.

We are, just this week, starting to really hear and debate bills. Yesterday actual debate started around educational neglect and a bill that was supposed to prevent people from saying their kids were being home schooled when no schooling was really going on. Rather than making sure they were providing educational content, the legislation instead created an exemption from the existing neglect laws for anyone who said they were home schooling their kids.

I was home schooled for a while. Many parents do a great job. A one point though the wrangler on our ranch was our teacher. I'm pretty sure my sister and I and the two LDS boys who often made up our "school" were a bit much of a hand full for her. We were lucky. We loved to write. I loved science and could still drill my dad for information on physics and biology.

Some kids are kept home with parents because they are being isolated intentionally. The bill would have made it law that, if their parents said they were being home schooled, that would be good enough. This is not about standardized testing or nosy government. Under this legislation no one could ever call them educationally neglected, even if they were never taught to read or given paper and pencil to work with.

It is so noticeable here in this old courtroom, now a Senate chamber, the feel of the debate is strikingly different from that in the bustling and chaotic House chambers across the hall. In every one of the last three days when things even started getting heated, leadership would call the body at ease and a little huddle of Democratic and Republican leaders, bill sponsors and others would gather. When they would disburse again, they'd have a plan for trying to work things out, amending the legislation or pulling it back to committee. In the House we would often battle for hours over things like this, there with the cameras on and a good portion of the 70 members standing up to their microphones red raced, colorful and lively.

Booze

LIQUOR-09

There is a very large white warehouse somewhere in Idaho, owned by
the state where all the liquor sold anywhere from Sandpoint to Bear
Lake is stored. We had a presentation on it in the Joint Finance and
Appropriations Committee today. I'm guessing a few more trucks leave
the loading bays bound for Sandpoint than for Bear Lake. But my point
it that the state owns all this booze and for some reason that amuses
me.

It is a good thing that the liquor dispensary thing amuses
me because today I almost fell down the marble steps of the Capitol
Annex, but instead dropped my brand new state computer which fell,
broke into several pieces, and died. I picture some poor state employee
getting not just the rumored 5% pay cut, but a pink slip too, just
because I dropped my computer and something had to be cut out of the
state budget to pay for a new one. That part does not amuse me. Things
are that tight. And yes, I do know that legislative service's budget is
separate from say the budget for some poor person working through
applications for food stamps, and separate even from someone out at the
liquor dispensary loading Jim Beam.

Believe me, I'm not the only one who worries and needs
amusement. The beer and wine industry is grim about the prospect of an
increase in beer and wine taxes this year. Such a tax increase I'd
always heard was supposed to cover mental health and substance abuse
services in the state. But today someone mentioned the funds going to
education. I'm hoping they mean just for this year… Many of my
conservative friends in the legislature, for good reason I think, like
to know that there is some "nexus" or relationship between a tax and
what it is used for. I'll reserve judgement until I see the bill.

There
is one more thing booze-related that amused me lately. It was a nice
party. A Birthday party for one of my colleagues in one of the Senate
Committee rooms. There was endless cake and soda and even some kids.
There was also wine.

Sure, that might not seem all that
surprising, wine at a birthday party. But this was in the statehouse.
OK the temporary statehouse. In all my five sessions as a legislator
I've never seen beer or wine in the statehouse. I've heard the stories
about the old days and the booze cabinets in the walls and the parties
and drinking with lobbyists. But I've understood we've gone dry under
the dome since then.

I do hear rumor that there was a reception
in the Governor's office in the Old Capitol with wine not so long ago,
but I wasn't invited, so this party and wine in the committee room was
novel and impressive. I had a glass. I even took photos. Sorry, I'm not
going to share them. I'm afraid I won't get invited again. And just
having them amuses me.

And you know I need some amusement. I
broke a state computer and have spent the last four weeks watching the
state economy do as my laptop did today, falling precipitously through
thin and uncharted air.

Deck Chairs

When the great boat was going down and an iceberg was ripping a hole
in its new metal skin, I imagine those deck chairs, the ones that would
have been wooden and heavy. Or perhaps there were none there on the
deck of the Titanic because this was the North Atlantic and there was
ice in the water and surely in the air.

In Health & Welfare
Committee last week, we were visited by Blue Cross, one of our state's
two largest insurers, in fact it is now the one the state now contracts
with to provide insurance to most of Idaho's 17,000 or so state
employees.

Blue Cross went to great lengths to show that
spending more money on health care did not produce better quality
health care. It is a point I would have appreciated coming from them
had they bothered to mention how a health care system run by insurance
companies creates a level of unpredictability and complexity never seen
in the history of medicine world-wide.

Daily, the cost of
American health increases because we as a nation and state government
allow insurance companies to set their own rates. We let them decide
what gets covered and what does not. We let these companies control and
then change randomly who may treat whom and how much will be paid to
those who provide care, based on who they are providing it to and
whether that person is newly sick or has been sick with this same
condition for a long time.

Imagine being a doctor and trying to
figure out who and how much to bill for a colonoscopy. If the patient
has insurance you get paid X. If they do not it is more. If the
condition was pre-existing the insurance company might not pay, so you
bill and work to get payment from the patient. Not only do you have to
know the rules for every insurer, but you have to know that the rules
can change at any time. So you may suddenly be designated as an
out-of-network doctor or the procedure may no longer be covered so the
company won't pay you and your patient, not knowing this, doesn't have
the money to pay, so you don't get paid at all. Maybe, just maybe if
you fight the insurance company you can get payment for the
colonoscopy, or, if you use a different code on the paperwork, you will
avoid the fight. In any case, before each procedure you need to make
sure that the company will let you do what your patient needs. They may
decide to pay for a lesser procedure or to make you wait until the
problem is more severe, or until the person has moved to someone else's
health plan.

Clearly you would never have time to see patients
if you had to do all this yourself, so you hire one or two people to
help with the paperwork. That is part of what makes what your
colonoscopy (and your patient's insurance) cost more because not only
do you have more staff to deal with the complexity, but all the
insurance companies hire more staff to manage the complexity too.

So the Titanic screams ahead.

In
the Senate Commerce Committee this week, Bill Deal, Director of the
Department of Insurance, brought a rule, which is kind of like a law,
to limit "discretionary clauses" in insurance plans. It is a modest
change that means more than you might think. Read your policy sometime,
if you have one (and I understand that one out of four of you have no
insurance policy.) You will find statements something like this:

We agree to cover these things, but at our discretion we actually might not.

We promise to pay for this, but at our discretion we might choose not to.

We will cover medical care that costs this much unless, at our discretion, we decide we won't.

Bill's
rule says you can't do this, at least not to ordinary people with
individual plans who have no way to negotiate those bombs out of their
policies. Small businesses beware you still have discretionary clauses
in your policies.

The rule is progress. It is one deck chair a few feet to the left as the metal tears and the ship pitches starboard.

Like
many, I've been spending a lot of time assessing what made our economy
collapse. You can look back at reasons why wages are low and why still
American companies could not survive manufacturing anything in the U.S.
The cost of health care is clearly a factor.  U.S. companies have to
pay for it while companies from countries with national health plans do
not. It still weighs heavily on businesses trying to hang on while, all
around them, businesses close and people lose incomes, buying slows and
the chill sets in.

The icy waters froth and lap. Brilliant blue ice glows in darkness.

I
plan this year to propose a bill to make companies tell small
businesses the details of their health plans BEFORE the business signs
on the dotted line. It says the insurance company can not change the
plan in the middle of the contract.

Wooden legs scrape on a painted metal deck.

I
look to President Obama to do this one thing for American business.
Simplify this mess. Make it so no American family ever goes bankrupt or
into deep debt to pay for needed medical care, ever again.

Sprinting

Each day I get up in the dark and walk through the sidewalks of some of Boise's
oldest neighborhoods. I walk across State Street into downtown, the high buildings and stoplights and to the temporary statehouse to
make it to our daily Joint Finance and Appropriations Committee (JFAC) meeting. Yesterday though I had a 7am human rights strategy meeting, ran downstairs to attend two committee meetings where we are done with approving agency rules and have started to hear bills. I walked quickly down state street to speak with Students at Boise High then almost ran back to the capitol to be part of a daily Health & Welfare lunch time Budget setting session. At 4pm I angled trough the legislative parking lot on foot to a reception for the Commission on Hispanic Affairs followed by racing to receptions and events for four other groups including the Idaho Sportsman's Caucus where we talked about ground water and wolves. At 11pm or so I walked back home in the dark and fell into bed. 

The pace this year is much faster. It is as if I'm sprinting to stay ahead of the bad news comming in from the tax commission about how Idahoans are doing… news on what we all are earning and paying taxes on and what we are spending and the state is collecting sales tax on. We feel in part what people all over the state are feeling, hesitation, serious losses, searching, scraping, rearranging, digging in.

The Economy

I'm told I've been mighty accurate in my estimations of the economy over the last five years
I've served on tax and economic outlook committees in the Idaho legislature. These days we are doing a lot of urgent predicting. Predicting a volatile economy though is
not the sort of thing that lends itself to strict formulas. In my
humble opinion, the world is too complex for formula economics. That, I
think, is why a lot of economists sound sort of odd right now, like
they are describing a different world than the one we all live in. I
think many are having trouble fitting all the factors into one
calculator.

I might put it this way: we have created a hollow economy, one built on
fiction, on money none of us have, money that is promised against debt
large enough to consume more wages than we may ever earn in a life
time. And that is just the personal debt. Medical expenses, balloon
mortgages, loans for new more fuel efficient
cars, home equity loans, and everything from groceries to nick knacks
stacking up on credit cards. The average person owes more than $10,000
in personal debt. That's the average. That means most Americans own
nothing, or that someone else owns most or all of what we live in, eat
off of or sleep on. It is a disturbing thought. Who owns it and can
they take it back?

As a nation we have waged two wars on trillions borrowed from other
nations. Dollars that a President and previous Congress pretended we
had to spend.

We have allowed American companies to manufacture everything elsewhere
or to sell us nothing but goods entirely made by other countries. Our
dollars flow out to buy little plastic plug-in fans that make rooms
smell like lilacs, accent tables and CD holders made for pennies by
children using whole forests of foreign trees. We pay dollars and
companies owned by shareholders on several continents earn the rest.
Our wages flow out of our communities for insurance premiums and every daily necessity, staying only in tiny portions for the
hamburger flipper, the bus driver, the nurse, the teacher, the shop
keeper. Local stores are shuttered and dark and their owners who once
slaved for a decent wage, work now for people they don't know and will
never meet, in a chain store selling goods from far, far away.

Our factories still stand there, and people who know how to run them
are still alive because much of this has happened in the past eight
years. We could fix this. Not by outlawing or taxing foreign imports
but by recreating a sense of pride in what we make and a sense that our
very survival depends on our buying what our communities produce.

Even our food now finds us from far, far away. We may grow carrots and
produce milk or beans or flour, but it leaves the state so we can buy
someone else's, paying then the cost of packaging, shipping, cooling
and storing it all when we really don't need to.

We have grown soft and dependent because it was profitable for Texas to
watch oil prices scrape the stratosphere now and then. Alternative
energy research has been underfunded by Washington or bought wholesale
by Mobil and Shell. We were allowed to become dependent on oil made by
other countries which long have known exactly how to gouge us just long
enough to start and then quell revolutions in fuel efficiency and
electric vehicles. We all know oil prices will again be at $4 a gallon,
but, by design, we don't know when.

And then there is how we let banks play dice with debt. With bad debt.
How we let a loan become a Las Vegas game worth 50 times anything
material that was ever attached to it. We let insurance companies and
investment firms pretend that one dollar was worth $50 and created
fifty trillion in fake value or "derivatives" that inflated everything
like a giant stay-puff marsh-mellow.

You know how a marsh-mellow turns into a weightless crisp black shell when it hits a flame?

Well, our economy is a crisp black shell and we are all sitting on the
surface of it. This is just my opinion, but I think we'd better start
filling it with something, making something to fill it with. We can, as
a nation. Not that long ago we did. And whatever we make will form a
lattice-like scaffold inside the burnt shell and the dollars we spend
to buy the things we make will be like the bricks that turn that
lattice scaffold into a solid place.

We can't wait for government help to come because there isn't quite
enough real money in the world economy to bring back the whole sticky
stay-puff that was our economy.

Things will get worse before they get better. And the stimulus will
keep state governments from raising taxes and may help us prepare to be
a bit more independent. But more important than that is that we have
the ability, each of us, to choose to buy what we make. And those of us
who are still doing OK can maybe think about what we can make that we
or someone else made in our communities, one time, not so long ago.

And then we'd better start making that thing like our lives depended on it.

Inauguration Photos

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On Saturday DC was cold and the mall was empty, expectant.

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Endless rows of clean porta-potties flanked the monuments.

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The Sunday concert had Bruce Springstein, John Melencamp, James Taylor and the Obama family grinning and dancing and singing with the millions of us.

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People were so polite and kind.

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We were close enough to hear the horns and the choirs above the loud speakers sometimes.

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The day before.

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With fabulous Twin Falls folks.

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Richard speaks to Walt.

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 Kassie’s cake. Happy birthday Martin Luther King Jr. as well.

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On inauguration day at 6 AM we headed for the capitol with our tickets tucked under layers and layers of clothes. We didn’t drink anything for fear we’d never find a free porta potty.

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Being polite people we followed directions of those in line and went to the end, deep in the 3rd St. tunnel.

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We met wonderful people, started a wave down the crowd but at 11 am still had not made it outside again. The ceremony was supposed to start.

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At the gate we were very lucky to make it in. Our friends Ted and Rebecca were right near us. We lost them and they never made it in. We ran down an empty street to where the crowds waited, hoping we had not missed the swearing in.

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With others we watched from the sides of the monument to peace, as, after almost two years of work, Barack Obama, became our president.

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With the millions we cried and laughed, listened to Aretha sing and the 21 cannons boom.

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We waved good bye.

From the Field

For many days we heard that the proposed cuts to public schools budgets were going to mean cuts to number of teachers across the state. Fewer teachers for already over-full classrooms, jobs lost, kids sitting in desks, raising their hands, teachers running from one to the other, hoping to get to them all.

Each day in the Joint Finance and Appropriations Committee (know as JFAC, the budget writing committee) a different part of state government stands before us to tell us what they do with your tax dollars. They describe how many employees they have, which Idahoans they serve and under what conditions. They tell us if cost are increasing or needs are. They answer our questions, which are sometimes pointed. Democrats, Republicans, Conservatives, Moderates, all probing to find out if there is money sloshing around in this part of the budget, hunting for funds that might be used for something else or asking leading questions to help the presenters convince the committee that the budget is appropriate or even that the cuts the Governor has proposed will hurt real people or cause us more costs in the long run.

The Superintendent of Public Instruction was in the committee yesterday. He is in charge of representing the hundred and something public school districts, all the teachers in their classrooms in the snow of the mountains or the dry flats of the desert a long days drive from the capitol here.

I'm glad to say he must have heard the groan of parents, the long sighs of kids at desks, the frustration of principals — because, though he proposed many cuts, those cuts were not to the number of teachers given to Idaho public schools.

Let me just say one more time, Idaho already has some of the largest class sizes in the nation. I have taught kids from kindergarten to college age, and, in public school classrooms, from sixth to tenth grade. I can't speak for all teachers in this, but I do want to explain something.

You can put me out in a field with my 20 or so students. Out there in the weeds, with little physical support, it is not ideal, but for awhile I'm just fine. I can still teach and, with pencils and paper and a spot in the shade, my kids will learn just fine. However, leave me in that high-tech classroom with every possible book, every bit of technology and other amenity and then double my class sizes, and it is much, much harder, much slower and more frustrating for me and especiallyy for the kids. Given a choice, I'd give up all the technology and choose the smaller class, teaching them out there in the weeds of the field.

Dirty Water

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It is photo day. The photographers come in and set up shop on the Senate floor. They call Senator Davis "Bart" and move us around like Barbie Dolls. It is humbling and fabulous, even as we set our silly faces in fixer for the very serious rows of photos that will next year again grace the Capitol building walls. Formidable, goofy, haggard, odd. We stare down, mostly in black and white, white face after white face, year after year since Statehood.

Some days amaze me. I sit in committee and I feel a bit shameless. We are debating in all seriousness the idea of drawing an arbitrary line where laws protecting our state's water do not apply… not just for a little while, until someone cleans it up… but potentially forever. Lead and mercury and copper and phosphates… and in a voice vote we set precedent. We say OK, for perpetuity we draw a line, law applies out here on this side but not here inside the circle.

And an hour later we are voting to let sewage leach into lakes and streams and not taking into account the cost in human health of hepatitis and Giardia or the cost to taxpayers of cleaning up polluted groundwater and drinking water under towns and lake communities. But we sit and listen to the passionate and the ones who have to make the most obvious payments on legislative change. The man who can't build on the lake because his lot is too small for the new rules. So we reject the rules. Those who pay in health or taxes, down the line, years from now, they won't be here to testify today. We get just a snapshot in time. We get now. And if we can not as thinking beings think ahead, that is all we will ever have to base our vote on. Now.

Missing the House

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I'm wearing my plastic encased sardine today. Really it is a pin made from a dead sardine set in clear plastic resin. It is kinda pretty from a distance. When you get up close its silvery skin is clearly that, real sliver fish skin in all its glory.

I'm missing the House. I miss the packed chaos and camaraderie of the balcony, 20 of us like matches at shotgun desks, fifty below, things flying, Brent Crane's candy dish, the committee meetings where any member might go off and take up ten minutes with a childhood story or burst into song or start debating in rhyme. Those things are not likely to happen in the Senate, no skits, no food, no coffee or tea allowed, not even water on the floor. Most have offices so we do not work side by side on the floor as much.

With the exception of Bart Davis who is so formidable and cracks jokes no one notices all the time, we are austere, dead serious and so far sedate. These are serious times and I don't know how we will get through it without some ability to laugh at ourselves. Dean Cameron tries in Committee. He has a way of making compassionate humor. But the social strata is more marked in the Senate. I have not gotten to mix with the chairs or leadership now that I am part of the body. It may be that I've yet to find the jovial crowd in the rank and file or be invited to lunch with them. I do miss the occasional lunches with Republican colleagues in the House.

Being in search of the lighter side of the Senate as we plow through these horrible decisions day after day, I'm thinking I might need to make a bit more effort. So I'm wearing the sardine pin today and maybe, just maybe I'll grab a hard boiled duck egg and wander back to the House balcony to leave it in Brent Crane's candy bowl.