What’s It Gonna Be?

The Supreme Court ain’t so supreme, of late.

Maybe it has always benefited from a certain undeserved mystique- its members aren’t gods, after all, just human beings tasked with important work. Justices over the years have produced many landmark decisions seemingly based on a sincere and fair treatment of testimony and applicable law, even charting new ground from time to time, especially when it comes to human rights and bodily autonomy.

Lately, though, there seems to be some backsliding. More suspicion, more doubt, more finger pointing in the direction of a hand-picked conservative majority on a mission to, oh, I don’t know, tighten things up, bring us back to a “better” place that pleases straight, white Christians everywhere.

In the midst of the Trump mess, the court seems to not want to stick its neck out and abide by the 14th Amendment provision of forbidding insurrectionists from running for office. Though he hasn’t been accused yet, many know what Trump did and who and what he really is, and how dangerous he has become.

So maybe it comes down to how closely the court adheres to the letter of the law, along with its efforts to reel in the temptation to react to certain public sentiment, and to what many are seeing with their own eyes: Trump running roughshod over, and even making a mockery of certain norms that have long served as guardrails.

Sometimes it looks like nothing can be done to make him go away.

Bear With Me

“And all this madness, all this rage, all this flaming death of our civilization and our hopes, has been brought about because a set of official gentlemen, living luxurious lives, mostly stupid, and all without imagination or heart, have chosen that it should occur rather than that any one of them should suffer some infinitesimal rebuff to his country’s pride.” -Bertrand Russell

It’s good to have goals when fighting a war. At least that’s what I’ve been hearing for a while now. I imagine that objectives are important, planning is important, a clear reason for entering a conflict where lives will be on the line is important. Though I suppose the best laid plans can be challenged by a tenacious enemy.

The temptation among some is to immediately go on the offensive, but it has never been clear to me why someone would want to start a war—unless it is a last resort, and intended to force the issue of independence and relief from oppressive rule.

I’m sure there are those who would say that war is a part of life, that war is inevitable, even necessary. I included the quote from Bertrand Russell in a much earlier post, but brought it back here because Russell was referring to the insanity of WWI, the absolute depravity of war in general, along with the often-vacuous, vain, imbecilic and selfish reasons behind fomenting such violence.

Some things, sadly, haven’t changed, and we find ourselves still dealing with conflicts around the world. Our current involvement in Iran weighs heavy on anyone who’s had enough of this nonsense, who may wonder how long it will be until we turn a corner on such primal urges, such costly gaffs.

Apparently, it will be a while yet.

To add insult to injury, Donald Trump and the cast of inept sycophants around him appear to have started a war as a distraction, with no clear objectives and little planning except as it serves Benjamin Netanyahu’s goals.

Trump is one of those official gentlemen of which Mr. Russell spoke– indeed living a luxurious life, mostly stupid, without imagination or heart, thin-skinned, easily offended, and so lacking in decency that he thinks nothing of sending our troops into harm’s way if it helps avert the world’s gaze from his and the Heritage Foundation’s depraved agendas.

To Completion

Daily writing prompt
Share a hobby you’ve picked up recently — what got you into it?

I decided to pick up a small diamond art, or diamond painting kit at Hobby Lobby back around Christmas time, and I’ve since completed several projects. I’ve found that the bigger the piece, the more detail that can be achieved. I look for pieces that are actually based on paintings by the masters and have done large versions of The Starry Night by van Gogh, and Monet’s Water Lilies, and a smaller version of Monet’s Impression Sunrise.

I was contemplating tackling da Vinci’s The Last Supper, but the finished canvas is quite sizeable and would need a custom frame and mat, I think. Still, it may come to pass that this is one that occupies my time.

As I’m working on one of these, I sometimes think that it might be something many would find tedious– applying thousands of sparkly little “drills”, as they’re called, to a sticky surface. But besides being rewarded with a decent-looking finished product, I find it enjoyable and even a bit addicting. And it’s something to do, something with which to while away the hours.

Over Here!

Good for Jen Psaki. She didn’t lead with the Lake America drivel. In fact, I’m not sure she mentioned it all, though I didn’t watch until the end of the show. At least it wasn’t Story 1, or even 2.

This is the way media should treat the swill emanating daily from Washington. Just disregard the dumbness and finally focus on the things they don’t want us to be noticing, like election tampering and immigration tactics and monumental grift and the Epstein files and a complete disregard for kitchen table issues.

One if these days, Republicans in Congress will have seen enough. Right?

Right?

Small World…

Daily writing prompt
What’s the weirdest coincidence you’ve ever experienced?

There must be something, but it’s not coming to mind. Perusing seven decades for something relevant is hard sometimes.

The weirdest thing I can think of is running into friends from home at Niagara Falls.

Sorry– that really doesn’t rise to the level of weird, but it’s all I’ve got. If I think of anything more interesting, I’ll update or write another post.

Stupid, In Endless Supply

When we read about an Executive Order that changes the name of Lake Ontario to Lake America, we might ponder for a moment before realizing who’s done this. Even knowing that it was Donald Trump, we may still hold out for the possibility that there is a method to his madness, some plot twist or stroke of genius yet to be revealed.

This might be why he still gets away with doing the next ridiculous, hair-brained thing—people are wondering what The Donald has up his sleeve, when the brilliance of the tactic will be revealed.

Of course, there is no brilliance. It’s just the next dumb, infantile thing Donald does to distract from something else more consequential. So, we best keep our ears and eyes peeled, eh?

I’m sure Canada is beside itself.

… where the love of God goes…?

It’s the time factor, as in, “How long, Lord?”

Well, that, and life is often blindsided by random viciousness and calamity, where one moment it unfolds in a nondescript way, and in the next moment it’s snuffed out by a thunderous, staggeringly massive, angry and other-worldly wall of water and mud and debris.

I’ve watched a few videos of the beyond-Biblical, epochal avalanche and flooding in Nepal, and I’m once again reminded that people will start asking where God was, or why such a thing could possibly happen to innocent people just going about their day.

And there will be nothing but crickets in response, or at best paltry efforts at letting God off the hook, or the old classic: “That’s life in a fallen world.”

What I’m becoming more convinced of is a more logical truth: life on earth is a crapshoot, and humans have a tendency toward believing that bad things can’t happen to them—even when they decide to populate topography like steep-walled canyons with a river running through it in proximity to the Himalayas and glaciers and avalanche threats.

Earth has no reverence for us. Earth is Earth, with its currents and ecosystems and forces that operate despite our attempts to harness or limit or abuse. Earth is dynamic. It may be wounded, but it will seek and find some level of homeostasis, with or without us.

As much as it troubles me to write these words, I’m becoming increasingly of the mind that God has nothing to do with this disaster, or us. And “How long, Lord?” is a mere scream into the void.

😦

Not Exactly An Accident Scene

One of life’s great mysteries: why boxing and MMA and the rest are called sport.

A primal proving grounds for attention-starved combatants? An outlet for anger issues, legalized mayhem and income stream? An indulgent escape for those who watch with hopes of a bloodbath or someone rendered unconscious, or worse? Sounds more like it.

Self-deception

It’s hard to know if it’ll ever happen, but I’m still holding out for an awakening.

I have no choice. It seems it might be our only hope—that Republicans arise one morning, look at their newsfeeds or network of choice and suddenly realize they can’t be accomplices anymore. They can’t ride coattails and compromise values. They can no longer prop up, humor, or feed an insatiable ego.

They miraculously grow a spine and finally tell Donald Trump to fuck off.

It’s always been all we’ve ever needed. We could have ended this nightmare a long time ago. Maybe not nip it in the bud but at least minimize the damage. As it is, there’s a monumental amount of fence mending in order, and if we don’t get started soon, it’ll be too late. Trust will be an ongoing issue.

Thanks, Donald. And Stephen. And Kevin and Russell, and all the MAGA voters and others who thought Trump might just be what we needed.

Beware the idiot who says he alone can fix things.

Shelf the Gravitas

Daily writing prompt
Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?

I confess that I’m not familiar with many of the fictional worlds that populate TV and movies. I could be a huge bore and say I prefer reality, as much as that sucks sometimes. For the sake of this prompt, I’ll say Dinotopia, because it sounds like a cool place to visit.

Many of the rest are just settings for morality plays– power struggles, jealousy, dystopian angst. Reality on steroids, with batches of dire consequences and little margin for error. And way too much darkness.