One might suppose that by the 21st Century, we’d have this stuff figured out by now. Well, tennis does, as well swimming and figure skating. But for soccer? It is still very much the 195s.

By this time, most of us are aware that several well-known members of our national team have filed a complaint with the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, accusing U.S. Soccer with wage discrimination.

Cue the Facebook trolls . . .

The complaint made by the female soccer players says that they and their teammates have been paid nearly four times less – four times less! – than male counterparts on the national team. This despite the fact that, in the real world, the women’s team is more successful than the male team.

But what is well and truly amazing is that the guys can get a $5,000 bonus in a game they lose, and almost $18,000 for a win.


Female athletes, in this topsy turvy world, get a little over $1,300 . . . if they win.

No bonuses for losing.


Those are just for crybaby boys.

Well, something has to make up for the fact that the American women are better than the American men, both in terms of winning and in garnering television ratings.

Bonuses for losing? The nearest analogy I can come up with is a CEO who wrecks a company, and still gets a golden parachute.

This is just insane beyond words to describe. maybe I should check out the Internet; I’m sure that a whole bunch of men will have explanations for this, both ponderous and mean-spirited.



On the Air with Samuel Totten

My interview with genocide scholar Samuel Totten – who recently had an op-ed published in the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette – can now be seen on Youtube:

“On the Air with Richard S. Drake” celebrates 25 years on the air in 2016.


Today’s Soundtrack

Today’s blog was written as I was jumping around in my chair, jamming to the CD “Bach Re-Invented,” from the the group Absolute Ensemble. Comrade J.S. Bach as we’ve never heard him before – from baroque to jazzy.



Quote of the Day

“Curiosity never killed this cat” — that’s what I’d like as my epitaph. – Studs Terkel