DEI is Not Dead

Against the odds as well as present-day MAGA hegemony, DEI is not dead, nor will it be anytime soon.  Though external pressure from policymakers and some conservative stake holders changed some corporation policies regarding DEI, the basic principles of diversity, equity, and inclusion are here to stay because they are healthful virtues for a dynamic, strong culture.  Arguing against fairness is a losing proposition. 

What’s the hullabaloo over DEI anyway?  Are right-wing white guys ticked off at all the attention given to folks on the margins of society?  Is society weary of trying to balance the scales which we all know are skewed in favor of powerful interest groups?  Do DEI policies lower standards and overlook merit in job performance?  Is there a general longing for the old systems and ways of doing business which argue against DEI?  Shall we give another millennium of preferential treatment to straight, rich white men, to the well-connected and squires of the estates?

A hypocritical application of IDEA (or DEI, the A stands for accessibility) policies in many segments of government and industry is clear.  Great to have a corporate policy for IDEA, but when the board of directors discuss budgets and goals, what forever wins the day is profit, i.e. money matters.  In short, so much IDEA workshopping and organizational policy might be seen as lip service, not as compassion or fairness, not as a solution but as a slight-of-hand trick.  HR will be happy if the company looks good, not necessarily if it is good.  It’s sticky business to do the right thing, but not if it allows the unwashed at the gates to storm through and overtake the manor.

Is it wrong to suggest that opposition to IDEA policies come from the moneyed majority at last weary of accommodating minority and special groups within organizations?  Is it likely that folks hesitate at choosing pronouns because someone from the bully pulpit proclaims it be necessary?  Should one be shamed for saying, “That’s crazy,” when told that saying such a phrase is demeaning to folks with mental health issues?  Should one applaud the acknowledgements that recognize the land on which we all live was and is the stolen homeland of indigenous people?

       The main objection to IDEA comes from the powerful majority which feels victimized by entitlements of minorities who unquestionably have been denied front row seats for centuries.  Heck, they have been denied any seats expect those at the back of the bus.  More, the majority, mostly white and affluent MAGA inductees, now display something close to hatred for anyone who disagrees with their new view of the seating arrangements in town hall.  No more favors to the historically downtrodden, they say.  Merit will determine advantage, they say.  And guess who measures merit?  “Them” is how minorities are labeled.  “Why should we celebrate them,” they say.  “Isn’t IDEA another way of claiming reverse discrimination?” they ask.

Well, well, well, what’s all this?  So what could go wrong about endorsing Inclusion, Diversity, Equity, and Accessibility?  Could promoting these values do harm?  Apparently for the present regime in Washington D.C., IDEA is not simply an acronym; it’s become the rope in a cultural tug-o-war between progressive conformists and those who believe they are being given a purity test from moral police because they say “homeless” instead of “unhoused.”  Or they use the word “blacklist” instead of “blocklist.”  Or they simply do not comply when asked to make their pronoun choice.  Am I micro-aggressive in looking longer than usual at a same-sex couple handing hands, or assuming the young woman wearing scrubs is a nurse rather than a physician?  Or, really, many other unintentional words or actions which underscore my prejudgment or bias.  Sorry. Forgive me.  I truly want to be fair in dealing with others.  Given the state of human weaknesses, no one is innocent because we all come prepackaged with subtle prejudices.  So why should people get worked up over balancing scales that have long been rigged against BIPOC and LGBTQ+ people, not to mention all the other categories of people who suffer discrimination (non-English speakers, some ethnic groups, religious congregations, disabled people, and others who simply don’t fit neatly into conventional society). 

Something is Rotten in America

From his chemically treated off-orange face down to his chronic venous insufficient ankles, rot and corruption descend from he-who-would-be-king to his apple-polishing consiglieres, and his toxicity finally reaches we the people who must suffer his obnoxiousness and loathsomeness.  We don’t need a ghost to augur verdicts we already know: something is rotten in America.  The moral health of our nation suffers from deceit and corruption, and, naturally, nothing good will come from the man who brings shame upon our house.  Excessive pride, arrogance, and braggadocio ultimately lead to ruin, and Trump possesses a mother lode of hubris.  Also, we don’t need a professional diagnosis to conclude Trump has sociopathic character traits: lack of empathy, narcissistic tendencies, compulsive lying, manipulative behavior, and pleasure in harming others.  Add those weaknesses to his fragile self-esteem and his inability to keep healthy personal relationships and a convincing picture of a sick and dangerous person emerges. 

The America in which we live is not the same place we have known.  The Statue of Liberty fittingly represented us by displaying a universal symbol of freedom, democracy, and opportunity, a beacon of hope for immigrants as well as a symbol for what we as Americans valued.  With Trump, all those assumptions have changed.  We now offer freedom for some, democracy for no one, opportunity for rich people, and little or no hope for immigrants. Though the talk of fascists and tyrants may overstate the menace, the vitriol and needling coming from Trump and his handlers has turned the public square into something like a caged combat sport, a cruel amusement Trump evidently enjoys.  His bully bearing and need for constant blandishments is wearing thin on tolerance, even among some of his most ardent partisans.  No Queensberry rules for Trump.  He goes dirty and vindictive, disregarding all tenets of decorum in fighting adversaries.  If you disagree with him, he’ll sue you.  If you complain, he’ll find a way to have you fired.  If you are a person of color, he will demean you unless you kneel before him.  If a judge rules against him, he’ll appeal and appeal some more, refusing to surrender.  Ever.  It’s not tenacity he exhibits; it’s irate pig-headedness.  He is the ideal angry man, Archie Bunker with a stable of a hundred lawyers to sue you, your mother, and the horse you rode in on (since the mid-70s he has been involved in over 4000 lawsuits).  Trump is an infectious decay.  The accelerated spoilage moves quickly from the White House to every precinct of our country.

Vengeance is a constant theme for Trump, payback, counterpunch, never turn the other cheek.  Having no empathy nor qualms about the feelings of others, he will insult you, sue you, arrest you, jail you, or kill you.  Facts or legal judgments will not give him pause.  He makes the rules.  If he insists those Black kids in Central Park did the crime, no matter the proof of their innocence, Trump will insist he’s right and everyone else is wrong.  If he declares Obama is not a US citizen, no one will ever convince him otherwise.  If he decides climate change is not a thing, he’ll tell his big oil friends, “Drill, baby, drill.”

He has a history of not paying his debts and has used bankruptcy laws six times to skip paying investors and suppliers.  He dodged the draft as a young man, later labeling many who served and even died for our country “suckers and losers.”  We know his history of over 30,000 lies while in office, dozens of rape and sexual harassment allegations made against him, his swindles in inventing fraudulent charities and a sham university, his unprincipled hypocrisy in mocking his distractors as guilty of the same failings he demonstrates, and, of course, his attempt to overturn the election of 2020.

But wait!  There’s more.  Republican Senator Ted Cruz put it succinctly when he said, “The man is utterly amoral…Morality does not exist for him.”

More, laws and rules do not exist for him.

Just for us!

Sticks and Stones

Admit it.  We are a violent and neurotic society judging by the political assassinations and internecine conflicts spanning red and blue regions of the nation.  Like people everywhere, we get outraged at one another and too often raise our quarrels to the point of violence.  But unlike people in other countries, we have lots of guns and we find it convenient to use them.  It is to our credit, considering all the disputes and available weapons, that more of us have not been killed while defending our beliefs.

Four US presidents have been assassinated.  Three have been wounded in attempted assassination.  And dozens of other plots and attempts to take the life of a US president were either thwarted or failed in execution.  Along the way, Timothy McVeigh murdered 168 people (including 19 children) in an Oklahoma City bombing, a political act of defiance against the government.  James Earl Ray killed Dr. Martin Luter King in April 1968.  Sirhan Sirhan killed Robert F. Kennedy in June 1968.  George Wallace was shot and nearly killed in 1972.  More recently, several bad actors have killed high profile Democrats and Republicans.  Acknowledging our bloody record, Alex Nowrasteh of the Cato Institute, asserts politically motivated violence is not quite as alarming as we are led to believe (a post on his webpage on September 11, 2025).  He presents data which show the number and share of deaths of all political motivated terrorism and murder since 2020.

Assigning murder counts to one partisan group or another is not an exact science, of course, but certain agreement must be that all are done in the name of extremism.  Since 2020 54% of politically motivated murders were charged to right-wing causes, 22% to the left. Other categories comprised the remainder.

Further, in her article “The Rise of Political Violence in the United States,” October 2021, Rachel Kleinfeld uses a graph in the “Journal of Democracy” to show terrorism in the United States by ideology from 2000—2018.

       Once again, her figures point to the frequency and variety of political violence.  

       According to PBS News, “Trump and members of his administration are threatening to target whole organizations and movements and the people who work in them with aggressive legal measures – to jail them or scrutinize their favorable tax status. But research shows that the majority of political violence comes from people following right-wing ideologies.”

Updated on Sep 22, 2025 10:32 AM EDT — Published on Sep 20, 2025 2:48 PM ED

       According to recent research done by PBS News, “most domestic terrorists in the U.S. are politically on the right, and right-wing attacks account for the vast majority of fatalities from domestic terrorism.” *

*Updated on Sep 22, 2025 10:32 AM EDT — Published on Sep 20, 2025 2:48 PM EDT

Thugs or Mugs

Who are these guys?  Is America becoming a police state?  Trump is using national guard units and a politicized military to advance federal control of law enforcement over blue urban areas.  Daily ICE agents detain people suspected of being illegal aliens.  You may view the Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents as stars or thugs or something else.  A rational case can be made for several conclusions.  They are, as we all know, well-trained officers paid by the federal government.  They carry weapons, usually SIG Sauer P320C 9mm pistols and often use ballistic body armor, tactical gear and helmets.  But here’s the rub, these officers do not wear uniforms, they often wear masks or balaclavas, and do not need a judicial warrant to make an arrest.  On first glance they could be mistaken for bounty hunters or for an organized gang of thieves.  But, of course, they are law enforcement officers.  They come with an air of surprise.  A lack of accountability attends an officer whose face is covered and may not have a visible identifying badge or insignia.  Hard not to think that these incognito agents have disturbing similarities to the Sturmabteilung, also known as the Brownshirts, a paramilitary organization which helped Hitler come to power in Germany. The Brownshirts carried out unchecked intimidation against Nazi challengers and Jews.  Benito Mussolini also had a paramilitary group of dogmatic nationalists labeled Blackshirts.  General Francisco Franco had an even more powerful grip on policing in fascist Spain.  He used the Political-Social Brigade as a secret police to persecute and repress all opposition groups.  Franco used death squads and military trails to subject citizens to imprisonment and executions.

Now in America we are witnessing strikingly similar heavy-handed, even cruel, immigration activities by ICE agents under the direction of Trump’s administration, employing what looks like a gang of vigilantes lying in wait for unsuspecting immigration targets.  What they are doing is legal, perhaps, but far from what we expect from civil policing in a democratic society.

       Thugs or not, these are Trump’s enforcers fulfilling Trump’s brand of justice.  Unlike the Proud Boys and the gathering mob who unlawfully, treasonably, stormed the capitol on January 6th, 2021, ICE agents are paid officials of our government charged with rounding up people from Home Depot parking lots, from hallways in courthouses, from factories and airports, from church basements, and agricultural producing locations.

       According to the American Immigration Council report in early 2025, a little more than 14% of our nation’s population is foreign-born, almost half of whom are naturized citizens.  Just under 4.9% of America’s workforce is undocumented and could be detained and eventually deported.  Overall, 8.3 million people are classified as illegal immigrants.  Culling them from our population will take time, probably decades, and more money than one can logically calculate (one estimate guesses 355 billion per year to process one million deportations).  Realistically, what Trump wants to do is something like emptying water from an Olympic size pool with a teaspoon.  Besides being formidable, that solution won’t work long term.  Walls and fences and squads of ICE agents may disrupt but will not stop people wanting to live in America.  Short of turning America into a police state, the direction we are presently slowly heading, the answer to lasting and balanced immigration policy lies in the hands of problem-solvers, not in MAGA officials and their allies who have been making harsh, anti-American, unethical decisions.  Direct pressures against civil liberties and to the Fourth Amendment’s protection against unreasonable searches and seizures are now firmly in play. Also, ICE policies have sapped community trust in law enforcement.  Hard to root for these guys who hide their faces while detaining mostly struggling and poor people of color from the streets.  The problems in dealing with undocumented people within US borders will not be solved by the present whack-a-mole strategy.  Logistical and financial challenges arise immediately considering the magnitude of removing the millions of people who do not have the legal status.  Add to the heap of impediments in removing millions of people from our shores are Constitutional due process matters, which to date are being flouted by Trump and his allies.

       Even if the MAGA forces come close to their goal of removing a million immigrants over the course of Trump’s second term, they will still be foolishly short of solving the crisis they engineered and then bungled.

Naming Names

Names have power, and naming things empowers the one doing the naming.  It is an act of creation.  Along the way, words work as legitimizers and often cast long shadows.  Whoever names the names is the one controlling the landscape.  It is easy, for instance, to add nuance and shading to words by adjusting a definition.  The “final solution,” ("Endlösung der Judenfrage") as an example, became a euphemism for genocide.  “Collateral damage” is a term often used to describe civilian causalities harmed by the ones doing the damage.  “Terrorist,” in its broadest sense, is defined as violence against non-combatants for a political or religious cause (which would mean Trump’s attack on the Capitol on the 6 January 2020 was an act of terrorism).  Of course, terrorists usually call themselves “freedom fighters” or “champions of justice.”  Words are slippery, aren’t they?  And the one who controls definitions is usually the one wielding power.

When someone slaps his or her name on things, it is an act of ownership, an extension of one’s influence.  To the point, Trump is big on posting his name on buildings, wine bottles, golf courses, hotels, designer bags, casinos, parks, bitcoins, streets, hot dogs, beer bottles, vodka bottles, airplanes, board games, souvenirs, books, baseball caps, anything at all he claims.  By executive order he has decreed that the name of Denali revert to Mt. McKinley, and the Gulf of Mexico be rebranded to the Gulf of America.  He’s big on being the one who names things.  As the chief name-maker, he wants to change the name of the Kennedy Arts Center to the Donald J. Trump Center for the Preforming Arts.  In addition, he wants to rename the opera house the Melania Trump Opera House.  He also wants to have his face carved onto the Mount Rushmore National Memorial in South Dakota.  His ego cannot be contained.  Humility is not in his vocabulary.  Some of his devotees have suggested changing Dulles Airport to the Donald J. Trump Airport.  In keeping with that theme, I have renamed the putrescence (hydrogen sulfide) coming from a broken neighborhood sewer after Donald Trump, now named the “Donald Trump Stinker.”  See what I did there?  I just assumed the authority of being the one who names things.

Can there be any limit to Trump’s prideful reach, his bloated ego, and his narcissistic personality disorder?  Sources close to the White House suggest Trump is thinking about replacing the Holy Ghost as part of the triune God, which may be only a small stretch of imagination.  According to his own inflated assessment, he knows more about everything, more than anyone else in the world, everything includes finances, climate change, tv ratings, and technology.  He gives himself an A+ before asking the interviewer, “Is there anything higher?”  It is difficult for most of us to suffer the constant promotion of such a childish attention-seeker.

But there he is promoting himself daily.  A forensic psychiatrist, who has studied the principles on which the assessment of current and future dangerousness in violent criminals is based, concludes:

‘Trump is now the most powerful head of state in the world, and one of the most impulsive, arrogant, ignorant, disorganised, chaotic, nihilistic, self-contradictory, self-important, and self-serving. He has his finger on the triggers of a thousand or more of the most powerful thermonuclear weapons in the world. That means he could kill more people in a few seconds than any dictator in past history has been able to kill during his entire years in power.’

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Worst of the Worst

Sylvia Plath’s poem “Daddy” explores the twisted and complicated psychological incongruities coming from her cracked bond with her father, whom she loved/hated in tandem.  She had conflicting feelings for her father who purportedly was cold and distant, someone hard to love but nevertheless her father.  She wrote:

     “Every woman adores a Fascist,
      The boot in the face, the brute
      Brute heart of a brute like you.”

Use Donald Trump as a stand-in for Plath’s father, and a convoluted conclusion appears as to how America authored its own disaster of politics and governance.  Nearly half of our electorate adored Trump, most still do.  They won, and now we pay for that misjudgment.

No matter if you’re a MAGA enlistee, or even a Trump chum, we all privately agree our president is a liar, a cheat, a swindler, an upstager, a windbag, a draft dodger, a bully, a womanizer, a convicted sex abuser, a racist, a felon 34 times over, a man with little compassion, charm, or empathy.  Apparently lots of American voters enjoy, even encourage, the behavior of a bad boy/strong man for psychological motives, for the sense of dominance and adventure these stinkers exhibit, as well as for a vicarious thrill of aligning oneself with a risktaker who pushes back at every real or inferred affront.

Trump has never seen a lawsuit he did not like.  Admit it, he has been a party to over 4000 legal battles during his career and continues to sue anybody who crosses his path.  Throughout his litigious past, he has maintained and continues to declare he is a victim or champion of justice in every dispute, thousands of them.  Always innocent.  Others always wrong.  He will punish those who cross him.  He weaponizes the courts to satisfy his need for vengeance and for his private brand of justice, which means if he loses in court he will appeal.  Legal cases will never end until he wins, and if he doesn’t win, he will continue appealing Ad Infinitum.  He claims he is merely taking advantage of a system which allows him to do as he wants.  Anyone can do what he does, he argues.  However, only the uber-wealthy can use the courts as their personal remonstration laboratory.  Since the mid 1970s, Trump’s name has appeared on thousands of lawsuits, jam-packing court dockets.  Fault lies not only with Trump for monopolizing courtrooms but also with a judicial system that allows big money to write its itineraries.  Lately, it seems every time Trump gets irked by the “lunatic left,” he sends an emergency request to the Supreme Court.  In the process, he has corrupted our legal system, which was already deeply flawed.  More, he has bent Congress to his will.  In effect, Congress does not do the peoples’ business.  Congress now does Trump’s business.    

       Trump’s preeminent pride and narcissism distinguish him as a backer of fascist values in the style of Benito Mussolini, El Duce.  Come to think, Trump has less honor and much less grace than Mussolini.  Accordingly, our president plans to sponsor a UFC cage fight on the White House Lawn.  He wears a red baseball cap to compliment his blue suit and red tie.  He rarely smiles except when used as a weapon of braggadocio or about being a winner when he inflicts harm on people who are down and out.  His dominant thoughts are for money and for himself, not necessarily in that order.  His theme “America First” translates to the richest Americans may move to the front of the line.  He shows little mercy or kindness toward “the least of these brothers and sisters of mine,” as Jesus referred to the vulnerable and marginalized people whom he treated as the first order of duty.  He builds walls and locks doors.  Trump treats these “lowlifes” and refugees from “shithole countries” as primary opponents to kick while they are down and then to throw in prison if they still breathe.  After showing him the respect he demands, even his immediate family must be discomfited by him.  He’s easy to dislike.  His loyal followers must find him to be a disgusting piece of work.  Polling be damned—he is not an honest person, and Republicans know that.  We all know that.

       His supporters cheer when they find their man leading the charge against debauched leftists and a deep state regime, not to mention “woke ideology” which they claim has infested our culture.  After all, one feels at ease when someone else makes the tough decisions, right?  Trump will do that and more!  Sure, they may reason, he has some faults writ large, say what you may, but the old man has energy to do ten things at once.  Patterned after Rommel’s’ blitzkrieg strategy in northern Africa during the Second World War, Trump has let out all the stops as he signs over one hundred executive orders designed to punish all his perceived enemies and overrun whatever policies Biden and Obama might have put forward.  He is busy firing people and closing offices at a record pace to satisfy the whims of his ultra-wealthy right-wing advice-givers.

       The chaos and gravity of his punishing and cruel programs will ultimately catch up with him.  Having pleased the 1% richest Americans can only serve his ends for a time before 99% of us fully understand the damage he has done and is doing.  The other day he threatened to “take over” New York City and Washington D.C., citing the fear of a communist takeover.  Sound familiar?  The spirit of Joseph McCarthy’s Red Scare comes to mind.  Then just yesterday he suggested that the Washington Commadores changed their name back to the Washington Redskins.  What’s next?  He may soon bring back some form of slavery to amuse the former Confederate states and the really rich white men who have had enough of pandering to racial minorities and freeloaders.

Trump and his army of lawyers have won the day, but they will not win the war because Americans are better people than what we have recently demonstrated.  Finally, we will understand what we already know.  As I vividly recall from our schoolyard chant after a game of kickball, “We win.  Cheaters lose.”

Beggars Aplenty

Because I admit my views are farfetched, my apologies to professors of economics.  Truth is, I can’t remember if I ever took an econ class in college.  Probably not.  So I ask forgiveness from devotees of Adam Smith, Karl Marx, John Maynard Keynes, and all lofty thinking economists from schools of hardcore socialism to unshakeable capitalism, as I proclaim my pet theory, which at least deserves a hearing before we all bend over laughing.

Daily we receive dozens of requests, appeals to donate to sound causes: political organizations, food banks, medical services in foreign places, colleges and universities, animal shelters, legal institutions, faith groups, NPR, non-profits of innumerable varieties, and an assortment of community service concerns.  These appeals, in my view, fall in the category of begging in the guise of fundraising.  I’m sure there is a master list shared among askers comprised of people who might, just maybe, shell out a few dollars for a good cause.  As a minimum, these mendicants must have a system akin to the hobo codes during the Great Depression (a circle with an X in the middle meant good place for a handout).  Fund raisers, marketers, influencers, a legion of money grubbers, modern Diageneses each making a case for why I should immediately contribute.  They usually have a deadline, of course, which happens to be coming up in a few hours, so you’ll understand the dire nature of the request.  Often they also have arranged for matching funds—anyway, that’s the claim.  You fork over twenty-five bucks, and they have found a more affluent donor willing to match that and then some.  How can anyone pass on such a offer?

My cynical thought: our economy, the marketing of this, that, and the other, and our need for more money in every coffer amounts to begging or its near cousin, the guy who always asks for a loan.  Our system of economics has a platform, and on it someone is making an appeal which sounds very much like begging.  I know panhandlers don’t usually offer a service or product, so they are unarguably beggars.  But the rest of the supplicants hustling for people’s money are no different or morally superior in their hands-out money grubbing.  How can you pass this deal by?  Just three easy payments.  You’ll be sorry if you don’t sign on the dotted line.  Have you been injured in an auto accident?  Ask your doctor about Zqxerizi.  This credit card is killing it.  This is the deal of the century!  They implore us just like the ragman kneeling on the street who asks for a dollar so he can buy a beer, except the ragman is a smidgeon more truthful.

  Forgive me, or don’t, as I suggest our present economic scheme is based on begging.  Truly.  Marketing begets begging.  Daily we confront a wave of hustlers.  We face street beggars, online beggars, Madison Avenue beggars, Washington D.C. beggars, Wall Street beggars, beggars for religious causes, bamboozlers for every possible cause, product, or service.  Most of these corporate hornswogglers offer us something in return for our dollars, I know, but many outfits promote exaggerated service and/or substandard products, so I openhandedly classify them as ersatz beggars, beggars galore!  Beggars everywhere!  In my view, when a stakeholder puts himself or herself out-front and asks for money, regardless of the value of the transaction, that person is a beggar.  As such, I classify most salespeople as beggars because their pitches are extended hands-out, gimme gimme gimme.

Sure, I know, down-and-out panhandlers offer no product or service.  They just want you to fork over a few bucks for the sake of kindness.  The line blurs, though, between these beggars and all the other beggars who cup their hands and ask for money, especially considering the hectoring we suffer each day from a choir of beggars.  Someone wants access to our wallets—that’s the sum of all those interactions online and via mass media.  The hard sell, the soft sell, the upsell, the oversell—all spitfire begging.

Perhaps begging is innately human, which doesn’t make it good or bad, I guess.  On his deathbed, his final words, Martin Luther said, “We are all beggars.”  I’m not sure exactly what the good doctor meant by that, but he probably was speaking about how each of us needs grace and mercy from a higher power.

Can’t argue with that reasoning.  Please check out my go-fund-me-page.  Do you think I write this stuff for the fun?

Vulture Technology

The other day, I was transferring files and folders on my Mac, and I did something stupid.  I don’t know exactly what I did, but subsequently a decree descended from the summit of Mount Microsoft.  I was required to verify my subscription to Word 365.  Okay.  No problem.  I tried.  No good.  Password not recognized.  Really?  I tried again.  Still no good.  These problems happen, right?  We have all been there, right?  The realization stuck me: I couldn’t edit or do any work in my documents until I sorted out the snag.  Okay. I’ve got this.  I’ll fix it.  Microsoft’s bot gatekeeper wanted to send a code to an email account I no longer use or have access to (don’t ask).  Okay, I’ll call the customer service people at Microsoft.  Hold on, whoa, no such thing as customer service people at Microsoft, not for the at-home user, anyway.  Try a virtual assistant?  Sure, but that got me nowhere slowly.  There is no phone number to call for assistance unless you contact an online technical support company, a subcontracting enterprise, which will charge a few bucks now and forever if the poor schmuck who can’t access files does not cancel immediately after fixing the problem.  So there’s the rub.  If you want help from an actual person, you must pay for something that ought to be included when you purchase a product or service.  Point is, Microsoft and many other mega-corporations don’t give a bent penny about helping you once you’ve written them a check.  If you want people support, you’ll pay more for each setback.  Oh, sure, you can go to your manuals and poke around online forums for go-figure-it-out-on-your-own support, but chances are you’ll be more frustrated than ever and will waste half a day getting nowhere.  To underscore the point, unless you represent a large business, Microsoft considers you a shift-for-yourself customer.  Figure it out.  You are on your own, Kilroy. Huge companies are too huge to care.

Same day that afternoon, I took break from my computer frustrations and decided to do some grocery shopping, always a pivoting distraction from routines.  Wanting to avoid long check-out lines, I chose self-service.  One just follows directions, tap screen, scan items using Universal Product Codes (UPC).  Fine, okay.  Should be a cinch, right?  The checkout technology, I found, is not perfect.  I’d swipe an item or two, and the help light would start blinking.  Need assistance?  Okay.  I don’t know exactly how these things work, but I know they don’t work well.  The light kept blinking on nearly every item I swiped.  “The machine doesn’t want you to put your items there,” the obliging service person said.  “No you can’t bag your cabbage here.  Try it here.”  “You need to swipe your driver’s license before you can add that.”  Lights kept blinking.  Over and over, the toting machine demanded someone come to where I checked my groceries until I felt, impatiently, like falling to my knees in despair.  Mandates from the world of technology have captured us and our surrender is required.  They, meaning the machines that oversee for us just don’t care because they are machines.  More and more, non-humans have become the authorities we mustobey.  Or else!  Technology doesn’t listen to an argument, or care for that matter.

Unquestionably technology has changed the way we conduct our daily lives.  Need for the humans to solve problems and conduct simple services has declined toward a purgatorial realm requiring little human interaction.  Oh, sure, there are still a cadre of humans willing to help us, people who work for companies yet to switch exclusively to non-human services.  These helpful people are in call centers in India.  Typically they are paid less than $100 per month.  As a result, we are leaving the human village and heading toward a megalopolis of robots.

For many of us, a typical day may begin with online shopping using facial recognition or index fingerprint to log on, a task completed without human interaction.  After a Doctor Google search using several healthcare sites to assess a sciatica condition, once again without human interaction, one may order a Waymo (a driverless auto) to deliver one to a restaurant which employs food preparation done by a robot and then delivered to one’s table by a robot server.  The day isn’t complete without a canoodle with one’s new and improved sex bot after which a little conversation with an AI counselling app to provide one with mental health support and guidance, which is sorely needed because one lives in a world without significant human interaction.

Technology has become the modern-day fast lane for all of us.  Do it the automated way or forget it.  Non-human gatekeepers (bouncers) have spawned cottage industries, people doing problem solving as folks have done for the millennia.  JustAnsweris such a company which allows one to talk to (or text with) real people, experts from a variety of professions, but of course such one-to-one help comes at a cost.  So rather than getting real help from the company one originally hired for goods or services, now comes an add-on fee.  These new services amount to the modern-day equivalent of the old protection swindle.  “Nice business you have there.  It would be a shame if anything bad happened to it.  Capiche?”

Naturally, or should I say unnaturally, a post-human world spawns loneliness and isolation.  The second nature of technology alters everything.  An acquaintance uses AI to chat through personal problems, so he gets therapy from a machine rather than a human.  He told me he likes his AI therapist.  For my friend, a non-judgmental, discrete, and supportive robot is welcome precisely because it is not a human.

Subjugation to technology must surely have its limitations or we somehow will no longer be human.  That, then, is an ontological issue if not an existential one.

What the Hell...

In case you missed it, our country has lost respect from nearly all the nations of the world.  Trump.  We are no longer the “shinning light on the hill.”  Trump.  Most nations, even our erstwhile friends, have a revised view of us as now being anathema to decency.  Trump.  The Statue of Liberty mocks us.  Trump.  The Constitution has become a joke book. Trump.  Our justice system promotes injustice.  Trump.  When our head of state declares he will respect all laws, he means he will break any law he considers improper.  Trump.  He is a vulgarian, a liar, and a man who gives hatred full reins by attacking all of those who disagree with him.  Trump.  The money lenders have taken control of the temple.  Trump.  Billionaires and ultra-rich oligarchs have taken control of the wheelhouse and plan to steer America on a new course, one which alters our culture, education, and justice systems.  Trump.  Objective truth has been replaced by “alternative truth.”  Trump.  Science and the arts have been assaulted by those uninitiated in either science or the arts.  Trump.  Racial, religious, and ethnic minorities are denigrated by the new nativist regime.  Trump.  Trump.  Trump. 

We let it happen, and now we’re stuck with a plutocracy.  Or worse.

Perhaps the antidote to our state of devolution comes from the story of Jesus flipping tables, driving sheep and cattle from the temple, and admonishing the money changers for turning a sacred place into a payday loan operation?  When business and greed become our topmost values, we lose our souls, our cultural authority.  When we choose a demagogue to define our values and goals, we become collaborators in disgrace.  We chose a man who bends reality to fulfill his prejudices.  Is it time to flip some tables and insist on a different kind of change?

At heart, Trump appeals to voters who want immigration restricted, entitlement reform, isolationism, not to mention giving a shy nod to anti-feminism, racism, and anti-LGBTQ causes.  Why not choose the alpha male leader, a throwback to the days of Julius Ceasar?  But whoopsie, Trump’s policies promoting his version of patriotism pose the most serious threat to democracy since Joesph McCarthy’s Red Scare blather.  Just as McCarthy turned from persecutor to persecuted, Trump will undoubtedly get his comeuppance.  At some point, Trump’s proclivity for making enemies of friends and foes alike will complete his downfall.  After all, no one enjoys the presence of a person who believes he knows more than everyone else in the room, especially if that person brags about it.  Even more, if that person is a pathological megalomaniac. Trump.

One way or another, pray that Trump is derailed somehow before he destroys our country.

Ugly America

Recall the scene in the movie A Christmas Story where Ralphie is hit with a snowball thrown by the neighborhood bully?  As the bully taunts and belittles his victim, Ralphie breaks down in tears but finally explodes in rage.  Against all odds, he tackles the bully and pummels him.  Ralphie had had enough, and his reaction became anger, and his anger led to a refusal to be further victimized.

While enduring Trump’s hegemony, many of us are reaching the stage Ralphie found himself in, despair, fear, and exhaustive anger.  How many insults and injuries to human decency can we accept?  If Trump and his far-right purists get their way, our nation will slide into the muck of fascism. 

Most political pundits conclude America does not satisfy the definition as a fascist nation because we enjoy a robust two-party system.  However, as a symptom of burgeoning autocracy, Trump’s neofascist regime is trying its darndest to crush all opposition and skip constitutive obstructions.  Trump employs vindictiveness, fear, plus a dash of animus to achieve his bully-boy ends.  Likely, we know how the Trump nightmare will end by referencing Benito Mussolini, Adolph Hitler, and Marshal Philippe Pétain.  The afore mentioned fascists were forcibly strident in humiliating the opposition, and all had tenures which ended in disgrace.  We are in early stages of becoming a fascist nation, headed by neo-fascist Donald Trump.  Unthinkably, we are becoming what we have always opposed.  Under Trump’s control, our country is cuddling up to Putin and other authoritarian regimes while betraying the democratic values we have long espoused.  Trump aligns closely with dictators and shuns our longtime democratic friends and allies.

Fascists have the practice of calling their opposition evil, which is exactly what Putin calls Ukrainian leadership.  Likewise, Trump uses a similar rhetorical pattern and has for years—if one calls him a corrupt influence, he returns the insult against whomever did the calling, “I’m not corrupt; you’re corrupt!  Plus you’re a traitor!”  Trump always returns fire and doubles down on the insults.

Add his neofascist inclinations to his complicity with Christian nationalism and we arrive at someone who spits on the text of the Sermon on the Mount.  For Trump and his disciples, revenge against anyone who opposes Trump’s creed is compulsory.  Little compassion exists in the quasi-religious crusade, only humiliation and punishment dealt to “losers” and “scumbags” who are not true patriots or Christians (i.e. Trump supporters).  It’s touchy stuff borne from Trump’s puerile perception of payback and power.

More, his tactless need to chasten the media and political insurrectionaries (unless they are white supremacists) spits on the Constitution.  It is impossible for him to “turn the other cheek.”  He’s the middle school bully who steals lunch money from the weak and others whom he deems rivals because he, Trump, is the most-popular-kid-on-the-playfield.  If another child tells him he sucks, he replies, “You suck, and so does your mother.”  And he won’t forget any insult.  With a lack of moral standards and empathy, he believes he is the shrewdest guy in the classroom, even though he is, at best, a middling student, and possibly less than that.

To use the same strategies of name-calling and disrespect which Trump employs merely serves to mimic the nasty strategies of MAGA devotees and their leader (“nasty” is a tag he uses when any outspoken woman challenges him).  In the main, Trump’s Christian nationalist followers demonstrate little modesty, scant humility, no forgiveness, and hardly any compassion.  According to Trump’s former consigliere and fix-it lawyer, Michael Cohen, Trump labeled Christianity as “bullshit,” and the boss went on to say most Christians are “fools” and “schmucks.”  He has shown no noticeable church attendance or affiliation, no spiritual tradition, no understanding of sacred texts, and has a habit of using religion as his political mule, a beast of burden to carry him to power.

If anything, his religion is money.  He is the transcendent leader of a newfangled cult, Trumpism, based on Trump and rich people getting the lion’s share of power and money, and in the process exposing the evils of “wokeness.”

Early exposure to the Marble Collegiate Church headed by author and clergyman Norman Vincent Peale surely influenced young Trump.  Child Trump attended the church with his family.  Peale, the New York Times bestseller author wrote The Power of Positive Thinking, preached the value of personal fulfillment, the fundamentals of prosperity gospel, which became hugely popular once television provided a platform for the likes of Jim and Tammy Bakker, Oral Roberts, and Pat Robertson, among others.  Adjacent to that thought, I’m reminded of Adlai Stevenson’s comments when asked about Peale’s ministry, his health and wealth gospel: “Speaking as a Christian, I find the Apostle Paul appealing and the Apostle Peale appalling.”

Following in the footsteps of the money-centric mass media clergy, Reverend Ike became, perhaps, the most blatant example of the gospel of prosperity.  He repeated an appeal which went something like this: "Close your eyes and see green," the minister suggested. "Money up to your armpits, a roomful of money and there you are, just tossing around in it like a swimming pool."  Didn’t I hear him say, “I love money.  I want money.  I need money. Amen.”

Trump, heretic pope of the Immaculate Church of Trump and a budding neofascist, dreamer of holding office for a third and fourth term, a felon who shows contempt for anyone who opposes him, is the man to who brings shame to America.

He is just like the bully who pelted Ralphie with a snowball.  Because the bully represents us, we have become, deservedly, ugly.

In Defense of Farce

After years of regarding human behavior as magical, godlike in its triumphs and pardonable in its defeats, I had an epiphany which demanded deep-thinking adjustments.  Of course to think anyone might care about my viewpoint is preposterous, farcical even.  Forgive me, then, for the following assertion.

Farce, I now admit, is the nutmeat of “all-the world-is-a-stage” metaphor and should be considered the prevailing leitmotif of human activities.  Don’t we witness buffoonery and absurd behavior on every screen, every news release, each precinct through which we travel?  Don’t we observe people presenting themselves to be something they are not?  Don’t we hear it when we are told “to run, not walk, to the nearest Ford dealership for savings of the century”?  To better tolerate the world and its creatures, wouldn’t it be amenable to consider God’s whole stagey creation as if it were a Moliere play, the humor of it taking center stage?  Bada bing bada boom!

Absurdity is not the turning point of our existence, as Camus claimed.  His conclusion was life is absurd because the world (however one wants to define it) is indifferent to meaning, which may be blindly absurd, as well as farcical, don’t you think?  No, surely our existence is more farcical than absurd, if you’ll allow my attempt at semantics to parse the difference.  

Farce is funny, of courbut also dead serious in its fundamental insinuations.  We laugh at the roughshod horseplay and buffoonery of The Three Stooges, though getting slapped and clunked on the head, “nyuck-nyuck-nyuck,” is no laughing matter.  And think of the Marx Brothers and their farcical take on Hitler, high society, pretentiousness, and just about everything else their audiences took seriously.  Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb, an apt example, is farce from start to finish; it is also satire and alarmingly sober in its conclusions.  Tears of laughter seem appropriate even though you may weep for what the theme portends.  Waiting for Godot yet another example of absurdity capturing our attention and applying farcical suggestions, leaving us somewhere between laughing and weeping.  Because, at its core, funny is what we are, how we act from day to day.  We are an up-to-date Punch and Judy show, complete with smacks in the face and a howling audience.

MacBeth’s poetic claim seems to apply: “Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.”  Sure we may be sad figures as we stride across this stage, but at heart we would do well to laugh at the absurdity of our strutting and fretting as we melt away to the wings during our cameo appearance speaking our mostly silly and vainglorious lines.

In its raw state, politics is a decent (or indecent) example of farce, something like a clown show featuring sex, violence, and all the seven deadly sins demonstrated for our risible gratification.  Election season brings out the exaggerated and ridiculous in all of us, and we get an extra helping of mistruths.  This we know.  Biden’s verbal stumbles and his obliviousness to his diminished capacities are funny if taken in context.  As Kamala Harris took the baton from Biden, she believed her constituents, educated people along with fed up underclass people would carry the day by a landslide.  She drew knee-slapping chuckles from Republicans and crushing dejection from many Democrats.  Detached, it’s kind of funny, isn’t it?  Trump’s need to humiliate his rivals by using a stream of fabrications is funny if one considers how brazen and clownish he is, posing as he does in a blue dress suit, red tie, and topped by his ridiculous red baseball cap, as if he is one of the good old boys.  Posterity will likely judge him in the same category as we view Alfred E. Newman, a consummate buffoon and laugh-provoking ass.  Take a close look at the cast of characters in Washington D.C.  the ultra “woke” crowd, George Santos, Ted Cruz, Tommy Tuberville, and Paul Goser—all these seemingly thoughtful figures are entertaining because they are serious about what they do and say.  If they stood before a mirror and could somehow see how others viewed them, how they acted and heard what they said, they might consider starting new careers as stand-up comics.  Bada bing bada boom!

What does it all mean?  What purpose do we serve if farce is the thesis of everything?  What is the purpose of darn near anything at all.

Maybe not much, but on close analysis, absurdity and all that, great and fleeting value must be found in family, kindness, faith, and whatever the work of the moment is.  Even if it is all—all of it—sort of funny.

Honor

Whether you believe Jimmy Carter was an effective president or not, an accord among friends and foes alike is that he was an honorable man.  He spent a lifetime serving his community, his faith, his country, and the world.  In dealing with others, he showed humility, integrity, graciousness, and honesty—the core ingredients of honor.  Those qualities, however, are not presently top priorities in our culture where power and sharp elbows draw most the attention and applause.  Our culture prizes winning, materialism, celebrity, and smash-mouth NFL football (America’s new religion).

Placed on the plinth of celebrity and power is Donald Trump, someone who receives low marks on the scorecard measuring humility, graciousness, integrity, and honesty.  His attributes run counter to what has long been considered honorable conduct.  Trump is mendacious, a vulgarian, a braggart, a draft dodger, a womanizer, an adulterer, a swindler, a felon, a four-flusher, a bully, a racist, is as pitiless as Lady MacBeth, and has an appreciation for fascists.  In every instance, he is the opposite of Carter.  Trump is dishonorable and, I’m guessing, cares more about his idea of success than ethical standards.  Americans, too, care little for honor as they vie for winning and money.  Honor has not been a top priority in our culture.  It just hasn’t been.  The American ethos has little to do with “lifting others up, (and) not ourselves,” as found in Romans 12:10, “Be devoted to one another in love.  Honor one another above yourselves.”

Like Trump, much of America’s electorate value winning above all else, so honor may take a seat in the back of the room.  As the cliché goes: losing is not an option.  Truth is, though, losing is always an option for all of us even though we may not want to discuss the possibility.  If we refuse to lose, as Trump does in every case, we become twisted in our self-importance and in our empathy. Apparently, Trump’s soul is undisturbed by his aggressive me-first behavior.  His solipsism is complete.  His thinking is the only reality—nothing else matters.  The danger of a solipsist can be seen clearly in Moby Dick, Ishmael being the only survivor of Captain Ahab’s destructive thinking.

Samuel Johnson concluded that virtuous conduct and personal integrity are essential elements of honor.  Selfless service to others.  Staying good to one’s word.  Integrity, honesty, ethical conduct: these are the earmarks of honor which have been practiced for centuries.  Often associated with military and communal values, honor is seen as the opposite of baseness and self-serving conduct.

Even so, some part of us likes an iron-willed dictator who makes choices for us, a bully whom we want to please against all odds.  In Sylvia Plath’s poem “Daddy,” she writes, “Every woman adores a Fascist / The boot in the face, the brute / Brute heart of a brute like you….”

Sounds as if her Daddy was, in fact, very much like Trump!

School Shootings

Schools are in session, so it’s time for a maladjusted classmate to shoot a bunch of his or her classmates.  Shootings on school property are as common as pop quizzes.  And there is nothing we can or will do about it.

“Here we go again,” my spoken reaction after hearing news of the school shooting at Apalachee High School in Winder, Georgia.  We’ve been expecting this and are presently waiting for another shooting (one happened yesterday) and another will probably happen next week, or maybe a couple of weeks from now.  Killings are lining up like planes waiting to depart LAX.  There will be more shootings because we live in a disturbed and sick society, and, of course, dead to rights, we are an unashamed gun culture.  We have no remedies and no plans to address this self-inflicted horror.  These shootings will continue because we value the Second Amendment above human life.  One wonders if and when the shift in that value might change?  What if we killed 8oo children a day?  How about 1000 a day?  At some point we may run out of children to kill, but certainly not guns with which to kill people.  For every 100 citizens in our country there are 120 guns, the highest per capita gun ownership in the world.  No other country is even close.   https://www.statista.com/aboutus/our-research-commitment     

Fear of being shot and killed is a stark anxiety to nearly everyone in America, especially those students in K-12 schools and in colleges and universities where developing brains gather.  That’s where the young are clumped together and become easy to pick-off, something like shooting fish in a rain barrel.  That’s where interpersonal conflicts and small humiliations turn into lethal remedies for the shooters and nightmares for the rest of us.  And that’s where active shooter drills scar thousands of students for a lifetime of mental health damage and low-grade angst afflictions.  But, hey, we don’t really care, do we?

If I were a parent of a school-age student today, I would consider alternatives to public schools (home schools, virtual schools, private schools, Waldorf schools, even unschooling) because the odds of physical and/or emotional harm is too large a risk in the daily scrum called public schooling.  Though, frankly no school seems safe.  Private schools, too, have had recent shootings.  Tag me overprotective but opting to keep a child’s life protected from the dangers of our disturbed culture ought to be priority number one.

Though not in my lifetime, and probably not yours either, robust gun control laws are needed to allay the self-harm results of the Second Amendment.  The 21st Amendment repealed the 18th Amendment (imposing prohibition), so it is theoretically possible to alter our sacrosanct Second Amendment for our own good.

The Second Amendment needs remodeling to suit the context in which we live, not the time when we traveled on horseback, and muskets and flintlock pistols were used to protect us from tyranny.  An intelligent discussion is needed to assure the Second Amendment is updated and honored but changed to protect us all.

War Whoops

Shortly before kickoff, players huddle on the sidelines for their fire-up routine, a flamboyant shout-and-scream ritual meant to amplify motivation.  They jump up and down as if riding pogo sticks and raise fists while yelping battle cries.  Crazed and demonstrating signs of fierce aggression, players playact unconstrained fervor.  “Let’s go” and “No prisoners,” “It’s Our Time,” and guttural grunts befitting hunting dogs about to be unkenneled to kill rabbits.  Getting the players amped-up is the goal.  It is a shameless display of combatant preparation.  Hearts beat faster.  Blood gushes to muscles and vital organs.  Breathing quickens, and pulse rates gallop.  Pumped-up motivation.  Battle cries. When the going gets tough, the tough get going.  Leave it all out there on the field.  Et cetera.  Invented hysteria.  The pre-game custom reminds one of the preface to cockfight, nothing refined like the rousing elegance of the Saint Crispin's Day speech (“We few, we happy few, we band of brothers”) from Shakespeare’s Henry V.  No, what we witness before an American football game is hormone-driven and savage, an all-in drink the Kool-Aid sacrament, silly hormone-hoisting stuff to precede acts of violence. 

As long as humans have been indulging in battle, screaming and carrying-on have been part of preparation.  Confederate soldiers employed the rebel yell (a half scream, half bark) to intimidate the enemy and to boost morale.  Scottish war chants, Gaelic battle cries (“Faugh A Ballagh”), and the Texas Revolution (“Remember the Alamo”) among hundreds more battle screams meant to stiffen resolve and to “get ready to rumble.”  Similar posturings before battles have been a tradition among cultures for thousands of years.  Shouts of “Deus hoc vult!” (“God wills it!”) came from the crusaders in their spiritual quest to capture the Holy Lands from Muslim rule.  If it’s not necessary, it’s ridiculous.  Probably both.

A call to arms before the clash melds American football and war, our side versus theirs.  Football is unavoidably violent, combatants crashing into one another, knocking each other down, and struggling over territory.  As humbling as it is, it seems battling over territory is a human trait.  Football, a contest mimicking larger war, past and present, is fought with shoulder pads and helmets rather than with swords and battle axes .  Let’s face it.  People enjoy a good fight.

But isn’t it savage to relish primal screams and contorted faces?  Do we still need to display such behavior before a game?  Can’t teambuilding do with a gentler pregame ritual?  Okay, probably not because much of what we are is what were, the tribal response to threat.  But as a default ritual before each game, well, it does not much recommend the human family, does it?  

Hyping people seems to be a human need.  A fierce and rousing demonstration of haka offers another kind slant on preparation to fight, or simply as a demonstration paying homage to an event or to a person.  Typically haka is performed as a war dance but also serves as an homage to community and as an honor on special occasions, stemming from the Māori culture.         

Though the haka performers appear fierce and frightening when—feet spread wide, face leaning forward—they growl and extend their tongues down to their chins, they are executing a choreographed ritual.  Give them credit for making us smile as they prepare for a crowning event while working themselves into a state of excitement, which somehow seems more sophisticated than the American way of pumping up our warriors.

Because football has become a religion of sorts in America, small wonder we see so much violence on our mean streets.

We are what we do. And our rituals define us.

To Disagree Disagreeably

Well, now we’ve done it.  We opened the doors and windows for evil to take over.  No way around the harm the 2024 presidential election will have on our communities and the world.  Metaphorically, Trump and his nest of rat snakes have slithered up the tree trunk and are about to consume the fledglings and nest eggs.  The predators will devour whatever they can get away with.  But, hey, we let our guard down.  Yes, Trump is evil in the same way El Duce Mussolini and Generalissimo Franco were evil.  Fascism, loosely defined, proposes an extreme nationalism as opposed to liberal democracy which encourages individual rights and political dissent.  Fascists, sad to admit, are now in control and about to run (ruin) our country.

Many pundits, podcasters, and peacemakers assert we should embrace Trump as our leader (he won, didn’t he?) and politely oppose him, if we must, in the spirit of loyal opposition.  Or they claim Biden and Harris got about what they merited because inflation and blah, blah, blah.  Political commentators enjoy analyzing the electorate’s will and motivation.  They pluck at the trends and outcomes like baboons grooming cohorts’ parasites.

Dang, they say, Harris lost but we all must refresh America together.  Let’s shake hands across the aisle.  Make America Great Again!

Nonsense!  Should we consort with evil?

Nope.  Trump is and always will be a sex abuser, racist, swindler, liar, womanizer, felon, braggart, draft dodger, and narcissist.  In short: unbefitting to lead our country or even the local Kiwanis Club.  So far his choices for cabinet offices and advisors are predominantly sycophants and scoundrels of their own making.  In voting against the elites, sadly we elected uber elites: Musk, Ramaswamy, Burgum, Lutnick, Bessent, McMahon, as well as those (Zuckerberg, Bezos, Altman) who have been donating millions on bended knee to get the blessings from the self-centered buffoon whom we elected as our leader.  Why would anyone want to consort with scoundrels?  We should be cautious about the company we keep because, as the adage goes, “If you lie down with the dogs, you’ll get up with fleas.”  No, I won’t cooperate with the enemies of our country, which happen to be the leaders of our country.

Democratic Senator Elizabeth Warren summed up Trump’s cadre of sottocapo and consiglieri recently to the Washington Post, “He’s nominating his ‘rich-as-hell’ buddies to run every facet of our economy, corrupting our government at the expense of ordinary Americans.”

But here we are. 

Which recalls the modern martyr Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Lutheran pastor, anti-Nazi dictatorship writer, and vocal critic of Hitler’s “Final Solution” project to eliminate Jews, Gypsies, people with disabilities, gay men, lesbians, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and other undesirables, all of whom kept the “master race” from dominating the world.  You might think of it as a “Make the Third Reich Great Once and for All.”  As you may know, Bonhoeffer’s ethical obligation restrained him from condoning evil.  He believed the mandate from his faith compelled him to act.  Though he recognized different religious and political claims, he decided he could not live in the “shadow of Cain.”  To be a responsible Christian, he claimed, one must not comply with evil.

Well said, Dietrich, we should not conform to evil even though we gave it license.  True, Trump and his posse are not as extreme as Hitler and Mussolini, not yet, but they are heading toward fascist rule as they mount a campaign to consolidate power.

43,000

       Imagine if 43,000 people were killed in commercial airplane crashes each year in the USA, roughly 120 deaths each day.  Imagine a 747 or jumbo Airbus disaster about once a week, perhaps two or three each week.  From sea to shining sea, planes crashing in flames with thousands of passengers killed.  Imagine the outrage, yeah.  Would we accept the carnage without taking immediate measure to stanch the carnage?  Congress would hold hearing after hearing to study and then to stop the slaughter.  Immediate steps would be taken to ground aircraft until air travel once again proved safe.  Political fallout would cause the restructuring of the FAA.  U.S. Secretary of Transportation would resign before committing suicide.  Travelers would opt for train travel or no travel at all.  We’d turn to a new cable channel dedicated exclusively to airline crashes.  Casinos would take wagers on the over/under number of travelers killed each month.  Later, historians would describe America as entering an era of self-harm brought on by extreme nonfeasance and misfeasance.

       What we would never tolerate in air travel, we do indeed tolerate on our highways.  Because we drive too fast and care too little about mandating highway safety, over 40,000 people die each year on America’s highways.  If we even care, ending the bloodbath on our highways and byways will take a societal attitude adjustment.  We hear of a fatality or two every day, and our normal reaction is expected: too bad!  Wha’da’ya going to do?  Each time we start the car and leave the garage we face our greatest quotidian danger.  Without complaint, we are a dedicated car and gun culture.  Cars are king.  Guns ride shotgun.  We go fast.  We have guns and will travel.  Stay out of the way or you’ll get hurt.  Even if you drive carefully and stay out of the way, you may get hurt or killed.  Tough luck.  That’s the way the cookie crumbles.  That’s America.  It is what it is, isn’t it?  Problem is, it is harder each day to stay out of the way.  Each day the odds go up you will get hurt if you hazard to enter a car and drive to the local Safeway.  Why, oh why, do we so blithely accept the yearly slaughter on our highways?  Why?  Adding to the horror, gun violence contributes generously to the death count, another 40,000 deaths each year.  Unthinkingly we tolerate more avoidable killings than reason ought to allow.  As the rate of killing increases, figuring both traffic and gun related deaths together, soon we will surpass 100,000 dead each year.  There it is.  That’s America.  Too many thoughts and prayers to heap onto the piles of burial flowers.

       Solutions are available to curb most traffic deaths, but generally we choose to overlook remedies.  Sadly, we simply don’t care enough.  Change, of course, would come if we had the will to use tools available.  And plenty of tools are available.  Already we have produced safer cars but not the streets on which they travel.  Roads need reengineering to discourage speeding and dangerous driving.  Speed cameras ought to be common on most highways, and traffic circles ought to be constructed at intersections where crashes have repeatedly occurred.  Recently here in the Pacific Northwest three fatal crashes were caused by drivers zooming over 100 mph.  No car, not even emergency vehicles, should be capable of going that fast.  Speed limits on interstates should be 50 mph at best, and the arguments from the trucking industry should be rebuffed.  Rural two-lane highways should have 40 mph limits, and city and urban roads ought to post limits no greater than 25 mph.  We need to slow down.

       Sounds outrageous, I know, but think of all the wasted lives.  Hiring more traffic cops is not the answer.  Enforcement helps some but does not provide a long-term solution.  What can be done quickly?  Because they reduce crashes, speed safety cameras should be as common as traffic lights.  According to the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration, speed safety cameras work and save lives.  Traffic calming engineering also ought to be employed nationwide, and DUI convictions should be elevated from misdemeanors to felonies.  Sorry ACLU but measuring devices and smart highway systems are coming soon and privacy issues must yield a notch or two to save lives, thousands of lives.  More can be done with technology to assure safe passage on our roads.  Biometric technology and V2X technology promise huge advances in road safety.  Technology, which can be put in place almost immediately, can be used to assure safer driving.  For instance, a moving violation as measured by V2X systems may be issued to any driver travelling ten MPH over the speed limit.  Meaning all traffic will be always monitored for safety.  And all traffic will communicate with each other by exchanging data and recognizing potential hazards.  It’s not future science.  It’s possible now.

       Sound draconian?  Sure.  But lives are at stake; your life and mine stand in the balance, don’t they?  And slowing down and allowing our vehicles to be monitored will not impede freedom.

Choosing a Narrative

Your story began at your birth and continues as long as your legacy remains.  You turn a new page every day.  Whether you have control over your narrative, good fortune or bad, is an open question.  Your story is yours and no one else’s. As Margaret Mead said, “Always remember that you are absolutely unique (sic).  Just like everyone else.”

       Of course, whatever you encounter registers through your senses; hence, as Plato argued, your reality is projected to your brain (It’s all in your head).  Happiness and sadness, internal experiences, come from what we tell ourselves, the conditions and stories we repeat.  What we reason is real and is found on the stage of the mind.  That’s one view.  Aristotle’s view of reality finds its place in the concrete world and then transfers to the mind.  It may be an oversimplification to say Plato’s view of reality is abstract while Aristotle’s view is empirical.  Okay, sure, sorry, it is an oversimplification.

       Consider, though, for a moment your role as an actor playing yourself.  The blocking and the lines are your choosing.  As an apt example, Donald Trump has spent a lifetime bending reality to fit the narration he prefers, the one he invents.  “This is what happened because I say it happened,” is his schtick.  He goes with his gut because his feeble powers of intellect do not support whatever discharges from his mouth.  Once he concludes Obama was not born a US citizen, that a group of young Black men was guilty of a crime in Central Park, a weather system is moving the direction that he wants it to go (Sharpiegate), Hillary Clinton is an evil agent of chaos, and whatever else he invents along the way, especially the one about winning the election in 2020, he then refuses against all evidence to change his mind.  Once wet cement dries, it will never again be malleable.  Done deal.  Trump says, “Everybody knows I won the election.”  Well, no they don’t, but a good number of his followers line up for a ticket to his theater while many of his lemmings line up near the jump-off verge of the cliff.  Most mindful citizens know he lost the election, but Trump, the declarer of truth and nothing but the truth, declares what is real, what is false.  His lies take root, and he will never say he’s wrong or sorry because only losers apologize.  Losing is not an option.

       Nothing erudite about how we conclude what is real and what is not.  Using our senses, the doors and windows to the world around us, we build what we consider real and subsequently construct the landscape.  That’s the way it works, right?  Of course, our sensory perceptions are limited.  In a recent prize-winning book An Immense World by Ed Young, the author advances the notion we easily fool ourselves in believing our senses grasp all there is to know.  Of course, our senses are limited.  Other creatures, he shows, sense so much more than humans can garner.  In some ways, we are solipsists, that is anything outside our thinking is unsure.  The landscape, the people and world around us is merely a setting we create.  We are the directors of the theatre of the mind.

       Before getting carried away with casuistry, I admit the Greeks, Plato in particular, tabbed reality as something beyond what is physically experienced by the senses.  It also included the world of ideas.  In context of current events, fabrications and exaggeration may form what is real.  Not only Trump and his followers claim falsity is truth, but a growing crowd round the world conclude their certainty is the greater reality (dominant world views in China, North Korea, Russia, Iran, Saudi Arabia, and so on).  More, myth and religion play important roles in what people conclude is fundamentally real.

       I suppose, reality is a rumor.  Nothing more.  Too much of a muddle to find a concrete truth.  But one truth is certain: Trump is a harmful liar.  That’s truth. My truth.

Deliver Us From Evil

Unity schmoonitty.  Let’s get it over with—fight until lots of people kill lots of other people, okay?  Why?  Because our country will be ruined forever no matter who wins, right?

E-gad, America’s political/cultural divide grows broader as we approach the November presidential election.  A sober view of the extremes of the political spectrum suggestions a civil war is coming.  To make matters worse, if possible, MAGA devotees continually mention an armed uprising in the event the election winner is not Donald Trump.  Meanwhile, hard-left voices may be heard threatening to relocate to foreign shores if Harris does not capture the White House.  It is hard to exaggerate the severity of the schisms.  And threatening calls for wide-spread violence are heard daily from the sidelines.  What once was a surly exchange between the two major parties has become vile and malevolent.  Added, this presidential election is the most consequential one since, well, ever.

After the assassination attempt on Trump in Pennsylvania, both major parties hoisted the unity flag.  “Let’s not allow our differences to fly out-of-bounds,” they agreed.  “We are one country after all,” they said, “so let’s come together and be cordial and respectful while we disagree.”  Took a couple of days to dump the Pollyanna babble.  Now the parties are back to schoolyard acrimony and spiteful language sure to get folks fighting mad.

The climate is toxic!  Common ground is required.  Without proof, I’d say most folks are fed-up and emotionally drained by political fighting, especially the repulsive sort which makes us all anxious and eager for the election to deliver its verdict so we can move on.

Though the major political parties have long held sharp disagreements, the chasm of 2024 seems about the size of the Mariana Trench.  What’s different this time?  Cable television news has divided the nation into teams of us and them.  Social media, racism, class—lots of dividers keep us from confronting the tough issues.  We don’t get together for civil exchanges at the Chautauqua events anymore; we go online and grumble among a chorus of others who share similar views, thus reinforcing and weaponizing our positions.  In many ways we are isolated in the confines of social media, separated from the larger community on which we all depend.  This election cycle each major party claims the country will be harmed in unsalvageable condition if their party loses.

Vitriol and contempt greet us each day via our parochial sources of information.  Blame and polarization follow, leaving open wounds.  Echoes from the French Revolution and the ensuing Reign of Terror come to mind, an era in which committees of surveillance were appointed to identify and execute suspected subversive elements in society.  Further echoes from the McCarthy Red Scare of the 1950s also come to mind when loyalties were doubted and careers ended because of alleged anti-American activities.

It is an old paybook.  Sell fear to the public, spread suspicion and hatred, and identify adversaries to be punished.

Deliver us from the evil of our own making.  And lead us not into further hatred.

Fat Butt America

Nah, I’m not fatphobic, but it is close to impossible to say a word about a person’s body size without giving offense, without being guilty of body shaming or worse, without being labeled as bigoted, or worse.  Fact, no matter what one may say or write about a person’s body shape or weight, someone will be affronted and will want an immediate apology, file a lawsuit, or propose a law.  When discussing someone’s body, the only safe reaction is silence.  However, I’ll risk disapproval from all those who choose to police correctness.  I plead nolo contendere.  Forgive me before the fact.

The other day while out shopping, it occurred to me that America is loaded with fat-assed people.  They, we, are everywhere.  Every aisle, every queue, especially in the section of the store featuring soda pop and beer.  We are crowding in front of bakery cases, parking shopping carts the length of the chip and cookie aisle and opening doors in the frozen food lane while reaching with our chubby arms to score a family-size tub of ice cream.

Forgive me if you think I am fat-shaming.  I’m not harassing or ridiculing overweight people.  Heck, I’m overweight, as are about 74% of all Americans according to the CDC.  A more troubling statistic is 40% of all folks in this country are obese.  Statistics aside, I’m merely pointing to the size, collectively, of our rear ends here in calorie-devouring, fat-butt America.  Some nations are known for having shapely, curvaceous cabooses (Brazil, Columbia, Egypt) as marks of beauty.  Some places (Micronesia areas) have diets and cultural traditions which lead to high Body Mass Index (BMI) numbers.  Other nations, Mexico, US, Saudi Arabia, and others, have a high percentage of obese people owing to sugary and fatty food consumption, too little exercise, and, of course, too much time lounging on the sofa while binging on fried or sweet yummies and marinating in television’s blue rays.  Even so, Americans collectively, and rightly so, deride themselves for bad dietary habits and for planting their keisters in the La-Z-Boy recliner for an afternoon and evening of NFL football.  If it weren’t for bathroom breaks and runs to the kitchen during commercials for a fistful of Oreos, we’d never have to stand up and move our legs.  We should criticize ourselves.  We could do better.  The size of our beltlines is always a part of the American conversation.  But too often we go beyond decency in our assessment of body types.  Shame on us for bad habits and subsequently for pointing them out.

Not long ago, Donald Trump, in a classic schoolyard bully move, called Chris Christie a “big fat pig.”  Trump said, “Christie, he’s eating right now, he can’t be bothered.”  Now that is vicious and flat-out fat-shaming.  And shame on the unashamed and shallow-minded Trump for unabashed name-calling.  Okay, now I will do a little fat-shaming about Trump as a pointed example of what not to say.  I’m sorry.  Here goes.  Donald, look in the mirror, fatso.  Next time you finish riding your golf cart over those 18 holes at one of your golf courses, think about hitting the salad bar in the clubhouse rather than ordering your typical meal (according to a former aid): “a full McDonald’s dinner of two Big Macs, two Filet-O-Fish sandwiches, and a small chocolate shake – a total of 2,430 calories.” [1]  The pot calling the kettle black adage here applies, for certain.  No, I don’t feel terrible for calling Trump a certified fatso.  Because, let’s face it, he has a fat ass as well as a reputation as a metaphorical ass.

Certainly America has a new norm when considering attractiveness.  Recently, perhaps because of Kim Kardashian’s tooshie, surgeons have performed thousands of Brazilian Butt lifts, an augmentation procedure that makes one’s fanny bigger and more well-rounded than its previous shape.  Ah, vanity!              

Body sculpting aside, among developed countries in the world, the US ranks either first or second (Kuwait may top us) in obesity, with Mexico coming up the rear.  Roughly two of three Americans are overweight, and the obesity figures are rising each decade.  Other countries could make a case for being more obese than America, but does it really matter?  The point is we are fat and getting fatter.  The result, in the end, may be measured by the girth of our ends.

Used to be people would work in the fields, ride bicycles or walk from home to school and back again, eat non-processed foods, and the workday did not include sitting at a computer.  Obesity rates have tripled over the last 60 years in this country (USAFacts, 2023).  We should worry about climate decline and nuclear war, sure, but another menace to the human family is found in the McDonald’s drive-through!

[1] NeswIdea, 24 Feb.2020

Overcoming Adversity While Having Fun

The NFL, America’s three-ring circus has it all: drama, violence, heart-warming personal interest stories, and big-stage festivities.  As such, the buzz, in-season and out, is all about draft picks, trades, injuries, and analytics.  Sport talk shows attract large audiences while commentators discuss a player’s arm length or time in the 40-yard-dash.  Year-round yakety-yakety-yak pouring from our televisions and radios, all, I suppose, for our sport loving edification.  America has an obvious football culture, which may explain more about us than we wish to reveal.  Eugene McCarthy, former congressman, senator, and candidate for president, poked fun at Washington D.C. said, “Being in politics is like being a football coach. You have to be smart enough to understand the game, and dumb enough to think it's important.”

The gag-inducing pregame schlock for Super Bowl 2024 had all the makings of Hallmark programing.  Critics crowed, “fans were deeply moved.”  I did it my way, however, and had to look away from the off-putting saccharine manipulation pouring into living rooms across the nation.  “I Did It My Way,” an Old Blue Eye’s song, provided the intro, which was intended to bring tears and a lump in one’s throat as viewers considered the fitting way the football season ended while showcasing the American spirit of independence and blah-blah-blah.  Cathartic.  Honey smeared on sugar cookies.  We curmudgeons don’t much care for sappiness.  While fans reached for tissues, I and those like me choked back disgust at the emotional insult and exploitation used as a preface to kickoff.  It seemed to take forever for the preliminaries to conclude and the game to get underway.  Then--

Time to throw bodies around the field.  Time to smash people.  Time to go to war!  While blood pressures soared, some of us puzzled over the marriage of patriotism and football as military planes roared over the stadium after we all sang the national anthem and maybe a few stanzas of “God Bless America.”  Also, we were wondering about the affinity pop music has to football, for the halftime show drew our attention on the fifty-yard line with celebrities bouncing and kvetching all over the stage.  Then, of course, the climax of the afternoon, comes the grand attraction of the final half of NFL football violence delivered to the beer-sipping, chicken-wing eating viewers.

That’s America’s yearly unabashed party, the good and the bad and the puzzling.  Football is undeniably an American center ring attraction.  As such, it is loaded with circus acts and accompanying flapdoodle.

I’ve wondered why football has enjoyed primacy in American life.  Maybe it’s the violence we love.  Probably is.  NFL football may be terrifyingly enjoyable to watch but is littered with triteness and mind-numbing commercials.  Truly, more commercials spill into our living rooms than football plays if one were to use a stopwatch to measure time spent watching NFL broadcasts from start to finish.

Speaking of triteness, more than once an erstwhile Seattle Seahawks’ football coach said, “Good football plays are made by good football players.” He also made it a point to mention the team will play to win and losing was not an option.  But, he asserted, they had to play one game at a time.  Imagine that.  We never thanked him for his deep-dive analysis.  In case you haven’t noticed, football coaches often say funny things.  As Coach Chuck Knox said, “Most of my clichés aren’t original.”  Add to the chuckle-inducing quotations from football folks this gem from former Redskin QB Joe Theisman, “Nobody in football should be called a genius. A genius is a guy like Norman Einstein.”

But what has struck me lately about NFL football is the “overcoming adversity” response coming from the mouths of every other coach and two of three players.  When asked for their take on the game, everyone seems to find value in overcoming adversity, meaning God-knows-what.  Who knows?  Might be an injury or a bad call.  Might be a string of close defeats.  Maybe a star player came from an underprivileged family.  Perhaps the lineman smacked his girlfriend in the face and had to attend anger management training.  Could be anything.  To the point, I don’t know any person who hasn’t faced adversity.  Have you?  Most of us have tried and succeeded in overcoming whatever we call adversity.  And, of course, heartache and failure often produce fine lessons and improvements as they challenge us.  Wonderful!  We appreciate the sentiment.  But enough is enough, as Bernie is fond of swaying.  The tear prompting formula begins with adversity (an ankle sprain, a fumble, a charge of domestic violence, a grandparent’s death, a sore throat, a pimple on the tip of one’s nose, and so on) and ends with the team or specific player doing well on the field, thus overcoming adversity.  Applause please.

After overcoming adversity, of course, the player announces he just wants to go out there and have fun.  True, football does allow players a sense of community and provides a platform for enjoyment in doing well on the field.  But the goal is not and never has been fun.  Don’t believe it.  “Sure, we did lose by 36 points, but, oh boy, did we ever have fun.”

An ancillary motive in playing the game to overcome adversity and the just have fun is the often mentioned: “We just want to prove the skeptics wrong.”  Okay, so a few beer-sucking critics claimed your team wasn’t much good.  The revenge factor is now in play.  Go prove the silly critics were wrong.  That’s motivation to prove them out of bounds and flat out wrong.  Big deal!  Just play the game and leave the kibitzers alone.

For now I’m taking a knee on NFL football.  But still, because we all care, I’ve just released my mock draft for the year 2030.