Saturday, March 5, 2016

Finding Courage by Remembering the Past



"Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”

--Beryl Markham, West With The Night


"Civilization, in fact, grows more and more maudlin and hysterical; especially under democracy it tends to degenerate into a mere combat of crazes; the whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, most of them imaginary."
--H.L. Menchen

Whenever my friends and neighbors express trepidation about current conflicts, about the demagoguery of a Ted Cruz who tells us as President he will begin every day by praying to God, who wants to carpet bomb unspecified parts of the Middle East just to show somebody over there they should fear the United States, that we can make the sands glow, or Donald Trump, who says, some days, he wants to round up 11 million illegal immigrants and forbid Muslims from visiting the United States, I simply take a deep breath and say, "This, too, shall pass."

Those words, of course, from Lincoln, were spoken in the midst of a real tempest, when the fate of our nation was actually in doubt, when traitors from Louisiana through Mississippi and Alabama, to Tennessee and Georgia really were trying to drive a blade through the heart of this nation.  What Americans faced in those years, less than three lifetimes ago, was the prospect that this continent would be divided between at least two states, one slave and one free and with that likely more divisions, as the West Coast, the Southwest and the mountain states territories were brought on line. The American continent would look like Europe and likely with the same result: recurrent if not eternal war between nations continuously invading and violating each others borders.

Those were perilous times.

We don't have to look back to the 19th century to see nasty, perilous, distasteful times: In the middle part of the 20th century, with the Fascist hosts vanquished, and America reinvigorated by the return of the flower of its youth, now back and going to college, re-entering the work force, starting families, building futures, life should have been sweet, and it often was. But there were storms brewing, squalls disturbing the sunny days, as Joseph McCarthy led a trumped up hysteria into a full fledged witch hunt, thus confirming H.L. Menchen's observation that democracy is susceptible to con men cum politicians who seize power by whipping up fears we are facing great peril, when in fact, times are good.

Looking back through youtube, you only have to type in "Joseph McCarthy" to see a demagogue who makes even Ted Cruz look like a boy scout.  In his heyday, McCarthy cost hundreds, perhaps thousands their jobs, destroyed promising careers and exposed the cowardice of executives in industries from journalism to entertainment to academic to the professions, especially law.  It was a mini reign of terror. 

Somehow, during the Army-McCarthy hearings a mild mannered lawyer named Welch finally snapped and asked, "At long last, Sir, have you no sense of decency?"

Looking at the video now, it's hard for me to understand how or why this exchange unmasked the monster for the American public, but I am told it worked. 

Compared to the threats of these past national traumas, the spectacle of Republican party Family Feud episodes seems pretty tame. 

The nation will survive. 

One thing which Mr. Trump has demonstrated:  He can bring out people to the polls who have previously stayed home, who have heretofore shown no interest in politics.  For years, the fact that less than 65% of Americans exercise their franchise has been decried as evidence of dysfunction in the American body politic. What we can now see is what a good thing it has been to have only 65% of eligible voters actually showing up and pull levers on election day. 

Just look at the knuckleheads who are showing up now, mostly voting for Mr. Trump. Until Mr. Trump, the knuckleheads didn't read newspapers and they still don't but at least before the Donald, the knuckleheads weren't likely to express their ignorance by voting.


Friday, March 4, 2016

Trump: Telling It Like It Is, The GOP and the NY Times

Pogo




When he was in his 80's my father no longer went to the gym. He sat home in his leather chair and spread out the New York Times and the Washington Post before him and he read the papers.  "This," he said, "Is a fine life."  

I thought there was more to life, but he was never into hiking or fishing or baseball. And this morning, reading my on line copy of the New York Times, I could appreciate what he was talking about.  Some days reading someone who speaks the truth, who distills it is just such a pleasure, a high really. There's some connection there. It's lovely.

Today Paul Krugman and Timothy Egan each commented on last night's Republican brawl with great clarity.
If she were in Flint drinking water, we'd remember lead fondly




Krugman:
"The truth is that that party died a long time ago, that these days it's voodoo economics and neocon fantasies all the way down...[Trump] promises to make America white again--surely everyone knows that's the real slogan, right?--while simultaneously promising to protect Social Security and Medicare, and hinting at (though not actually promising) higher taxes on the rich...As I see it, then, we should actually welcome Mr. Trump's ascent. Yes, he's a con man, but he is also effectively acting as a whistle-blower on other people's cons. That is, believe it or not, a step forward in these weird, troubled times."
Making America Great Again

I knew, somehow, on some level, I wanted Trump to be the nominee; now I can understand why.  He's just so much better than Cruz, whose fondest fantasy seems to be inaugurating a new Inquisition and Rubio, who promises a huge military build up while balancing the budget, lowering taxes without cutting benefits all while standing on his head.

As for Timothy Egan, in a wonderfully titled piece called, "The Beast is Us," he reminds us:
Republican voters remember happier times

"He is saying how the people really feel...They're saying it now. So more than a third of Trump supporters in South Carolina wish the South had won the Civil War, and 70 percent think the Confederate flag should be flying over the state capital. And 32 percent  believe internment of Japanese-American citizens was a good thing--something that the sainted Ronald Reagan apologized for...'Voting against Donald Trump at this point is really treason to your heritage,' said David Duke, the former Klansman...With media complicity, Trump has unleashed the beast that has long resided not far from the American hearth, from those who started a Civil War to preserve the right to enslave a fellow human to the Know-Nothing mobs who burned Irish-Catholic churches out of fear of immigrants. When high school kids waved a picture of Trump while shouting, 'Build a wall' at students from a heavily Hispanic school during a basketball game in Indiana last week, they were exhaling Trump's sulfurous vapors. They know exactly what he stands for."


Build A Wall! White kids chant in Indiana 2016



White girl in Alabama circa 1962. Spiritual forbear for Indiana
Oh, we got trouble in River City and that's spelled with "T"...
Actually, while I agree this is the meaning of Trump in the eyes of his supporters, I am not so sure Trump actually believes all this. I suspect he just says stuff to see what gets a rise out of his customers, and tries, like the huckster he is, to play to the response he gets, but he would drop it all tomorrow and advocate for admitting a million refugees from Syria and Afghanistan and opening the border with Mexico if he thought that would make the sale. He has the moral center of a hungry salesman--anything to close the deal. 


Thursday, March 3, 2016

Making the Perfect the Enemy of the Good


Proud to Call Him a Democrat


Whenever you are inclined to a little dalliance in masochism just pop onto the website/blog Reddit Progressive. There you will experience the reality of the folks Democrats have got to court, but who will never actually get beyond the world of "It's all about me." There you will find comments that Hillary Clinton is a Republican, that she has no conscience, that she is the anti-Christ, or at best the anti-Bernie and on Election Day, we should all sit home in righteous indignation and hope her campaign crashes and burns and she is immolated in Hell fire, because, Heaven knows, she deserves it. 
Still Miss Him

These folks make Donald Trump look understated--he simply claims she's a "disaster" and the worst Secretary of State ever, but he has not, to my knowledge impugned her soul.

During my college days, I marched in peace marches and hung out with Hippies and assorted radicals who thought the United States of America the Great Satan before the Iranian ayatollahs came up with that name. In those days, given the American inclination to napalming Vietnamese villages, killing babies, bludgeoning demonstrators, shooting up radicals and setting attack dogs on Civil Rights demonstrators, not to mention fracturing their skulls or simply murdering Freedom Riders, the idea of the United States as a less than benign nation was understandable.
She'd look good in a black robe on the Supreme Court

But, even in those days, there were some scary, freaky, stupid people who you knew would ultimately cut their hair, buy a new suit and wind up selling automobiles or becoming real estate agents or bankers and they'd forget all about their Hippie Days because they were just in it for the fun.

The modern day descendants of those air head Hippie, Yippie types are now blogging on Progressive Reddit.  

The things they say!

I'd rather have to deal with these folks than deal with the folks who show up to Trump rallies, carrying the battle flag of Dixie, or grabbing microphones to shout "Obama is a Muslim born in Kenya!"   Embracing the warm kiss from David Duke, Grand Dragon of the Ku Klux Klan may give the Donald an uncomfortable moment; at least the Grand Dragon is Mr. Trump's problem, not ours.

But, good grief, it is disheartening when you see who is flocking to your colors sometimes. 
You Don't Have to Love her, Just Vote for Her

Wednesday, March 2, 2016

Hillary Sweeps the South, Sort Of





So, what am I missing here?  Hillary has a lot of "super delegates"  something I still do not understand, but it sounds as if the Democratic party doesn't trust voters so they add delegates to put a thumb on the scale, sort of like the Iranian elections where candidates are pre screened before the voting begins.


And Hillary wins the South:  Arkansas, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas,  which does not mean she actually wins the South; she wins the pathetically small number of  Democratic voters in the South, who are the Blacks, who are other minorities, but she loses the actual South, which is mostly white, uneducated yahoos .  

So when the voting happens in November none of the Super Tuesday states (except Massachusetts) have a snowball's chance in Hell of winding up in her column. 

On the other hand, the Democrats might just win Colorado, Vermont and New Hampshire in November, which are all states which like Bernie better.

So, if you are nominating someone you hope will win where you have to win, why are you going for Hillary?   

I know, I'm just an unsophisticated rube from New Hampshire, but explain this to me.

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Flowers Has Rise: Springtime for Trump Mania





Trees are budding up in Hampton, New Hampshire and it's only March 1st. 

Our office is making plans for St. Patrick's Day.

The sun is shining.
The grass is rise.
I wonder where the birdies is.

And Trump is in the air.

Al Franken was on NPR talking about Donald Trump this morning. Trump really brings out the best in Franken.



Trump also brings out the best in John Oliver.




Check out Oliver through this link.  The thing about Oliver is he takes all the time he needs to tease out the essence of whomever he is lacinating. Jon Stewart was punchy and rambunctious, but Oliver takes his time, going over each nuance, digging into what makes someone like Trump just so absurd. He is really something different on the public airways, or at least on the HBO airways. This is a 25 minute rant, but it comes down to Oliver's piquant observation that January 14, 2017, the day Donald Trump is sworn in as our 45th President will be the day time travelers of the future come back to prevent.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DnpO_RTSNmQ




I haven't seen Jon Stewart or Noah or Tina Fey launch yet, but Trump is one of those forces who stimulate pullulation; he is a "Springtime for Trump" sort of fellow. As Oliver says, at one point: It's not that he means to lie; he just doesn't care about the truth.

Just hearing him bloviate  makes the birdies sing in my head. 

The attack puppets are stirring in their boxes.

The possibilities are everywhere.

And that's what Spring is, isn't it?

Possibility. 
New Life!


Monday, February 29, 2016

My Favorite Trump



Chris Cuomo was interviewing the Donald, asking him about his income tax returns after Mitt Romney darkly predicted there would be a poison pill, a fatal bomb, in those income tax documents.  The Donald said the returns were tied up because he was currently being audited.

"Audited?" Cuomo asked.
"Yeah, I get audited all the time, " the Donald remarked.  "Probably because I'm Christian."
"You get audited because you're Christian?"
"Yeah."


That is my current favorite Trump line. 

When you think about it, it makes sense. First, the war on Christmas. Now, the war on Christianity, or at least Christians. 

And that Pope--what does he know?  As our very own New Hampshire state Representative, Susan Delemus,  noted, the Pope, well not just this pope but all popes are the anti-Christ. 

Now that we've broken free of the media elites, we have access to all sorts of new information. This is a time of revelation. As in the Book of.

What a great, succinct statement. They are after me because I'm a Christian.
It is well known, of course, the IRS is dominated by Muslims. The banks have Jews, the IRS Muslims. Now, the Donald loves the Jews, because they are good with money, but no so much the Muslims. The Hispanics love him, of course; never forget that. 

You know he has other great gems in there, deep in the loamy center of his cerebral cortex, which he has not yet passed out of his mouth like so much methane gas. 

I am so looking forward to the next several months.
 Please, let it be the Donald. 
This will be so much fun. 
Jon Stewart may have to come out of retirement.

Now the entire country can know how residents of the state of Maine feel about having a chief executive who is manifestly a moron.  Every time Paul Lepage opens his mouth it's got to be a question of who will wince with more pain, the Democrats or the Republicans. 



Sunday, February 28, 2016

On Missing Oscar



There's a good chance I may miss the Academy Awards show tonight; it all depends on if I can finish my income tax return.

But, in a way, I already know what is going to happen, the most important and amusing part of the show will be Chris Rock.

Here is what he will, what he has to say. It writes itself:




Good evening. My name is Chris Rock.
In case you didn't notice, I am Black.
Yes, that's right.
There, I said it. You knew I would.
Take a good look, because very possibly, I will be the only Black man you will see tonight up here.
Now, what I particularly like about the Academy is how discerning it can be in its judgments. Discerning, you know, as in discriminating. 

So you have this one movie, which I really like, about a Black kid in Philadelphia, and this movie is written by a Black man, directed by a Black man and stars a Black man. And who do they nominate?

Yeah, you guessed it:  the white guy!

Now, okay, I like Sly Stallone.  But, you have to notice, over the course of his long career, he has been seen on screen beating up a lot of people of color.  

I mean, first there's Apollo Creed, then all those Vietnamese, and well, there's a lot of them. Oh, sure, he wails on a White Russian or two, but you know, it's okay for an American White guy to pulverize a Russian.  If he were Irish or Italian or Swedish, not so much.  

So Sly Stallone beats up Black guys.  

And this is a guy who actually likes  the brothers!  I mean, in real life, he's got Black friends and what I hear is he doesn't have prejudiced bone in his body, at least none that haven't been broken.

But there's nothing Sly can do about it. He only gets one vote!




But, you got to give it to the Academy: They made up for it. They paid me a bundle to host the show tonight!  I mean, I didn't want to do it, but if they paid you what they are paying me, you'd do it too, I don't care how Black you are, or how militant, when it comes to White people being willing to pay me an obscene amount of money to make their White asses feel better, I'll do it!  

'Cause I always said, there is nothing better for Black people than White people with guilty consciences.  

Sure, there are plenty of White people do don't have a conscience...Well, all you had to do was watch that Republican debate the other night.  

Talk about a bad hair night

Well, he always has a bad hair.  Actually, he really doesn't have a lot of hair.

And the rest of them. They are not even entertaining. Creepy, yes.  Nauseating, sure. But not entertaining. You got to give the phony with the comb over credit for that. He's a showman. 

In fact, he is so good, I am surprised he is not up for an honorary lifetime achievement award tonight.

Can we do something about that?