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.

Where Did You Go?

It is sad commentary on our standards of beauty when disfiguration becomes a norm, when injected botulinum toxin becomes a risk many are willing to take, when ridiculously puffy lips and facelifts and tummy tucks and breast augmentation and other structural manipulations become viable alternatives to—heaven forbid—the aging process.

Many obviously have no qualms committing to these changes, these “improvements,” and they just as obviously don’t care about the relatively grotesque appearance they take on for the rest of their days.

Cleft palate and other positive life-changing procedures aside, blame it on Hollywood, blame it on a fixation with image, blame it on a fear of growing old. When I see someone who’s had elective work done, I’m not thinking, “Oh, that’s better.” It’s more along the lines of “Ugh, that’s disappointing.”

And so sadly insecure.

Siren Songs

So now I read that Europe and Japan are considering ways to dissolve the constipation in the Strait of Hormuz.

No, dammit! Don’t cave to the moron-in-chief. I understand that the choke point is causing pain at the pump and the cost of diesel is going through the roof, so do it for those reasons, if you feel obliged to do something, but don’t appease Donald Trump.

Tie yourself to the mast! Do whatever it takes to avoid falling under whatever spell he’s able to conjure. He just says stuff and expects people to listen, to fall in line. You’re under no obligation to follow through on his cockamamy demands. Don’t save his ass! He is bereft of honorable intent.

Good luck threading this needle while not contributing to the conditions that lead to WWIII, and remember: fossil fuel alternatives are too woke. “Drill, baby, drill!” is where it’s at…

Yikes.

Rubber-stamped advocacy

Markwayne and Rand had a bit of a testy tete-a-tete to lead off Mullin’s confirmation hearing yesterday. A real tone setter.

Another delightful Trump appointee sits before the committee, being grilled by Democrats (and Paul), but soothed and defended by Republicans with the now-familiar defense of just another folksy guy with a different style than Kristi Noem. Qualifications are an issue with just about any Trump appointee, but none of that matters for Republicans on the committee, since it’s a Trump appointee and the mission is to just push him through.

The Dems are always the worrywarts, uncomprehending of folksy charm and apparently hidden qualifications that the Republicans somehow always see. It’s smarmy, and sickening to watch. These hearings end up being mere formalities, regardless of qualifications, or lack thereof.

Wow– how bad an option was Matt Gaetz? Was he intentionally thrown out there as a trial balloon, a sacrificial lamb, as a way of making anyone who came after him look like a saint?

Pinnacle

Daily writing prompt
What was the best compliment you’ve received?

I often felt as if I was on the outside looking in, when it came to grasping certain tenets of systematic theology. Truthfully, my eyes often glazed over the way they did in high school trigonometry class.

It must have been a seminary requirement, since I wouldn’t have chosen such a class as an elective, and one with a term-ending final paper. Ten pages, single-spaced, annotated, in which I was to summarize and share my own systematic distillation of the Christ event.

I was hoping just to get a passing grade on this project, but ended up getting a 39 out of 40– which I now realize might have been an arbitrary, tongue-in-cheek way for the instructor to let me know he liked what he read.

The last page contained this grade and a paragraph of commentary from the instructor that included what, in my view, were surprisingly kind and complimentary words. It’s one of the few items I’ve kept from those years at Gettysburg, because it represented an accomplishment, in my mind, and recognition from one of the intellects in this particular field of study.

I was and still am proud of it, even as I’ve grown to question the whole enterprise and would most likely write a very different paper if I had to do it over again, and didn’t care about graduating.

A Slight Miscalculation

Where does he get off, angling for help from allies to keep the Strait of Hormuz open?

First of all, what allies might he be talking about? I didn’t realize we had any allies left who were on speaking terms. He’s been doing such a great job of alienating everyone, I figured by now we’d pretty much be on our own. Well, except for Israel. They’re like two peas in a pod—Trump and Netanyahu.

It’s really rich—Trump just demanding that NATO pony up, take on trying to extricate his sorry ass from a debacle of his and Bibi’s making.

Hold your ground, western Europe and others. There’s no need to indulge this farcical brain trust.

The Scenic Route

Daily writing prompt
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

Most likely car. It gives us flexibility, since we wouldn’t be in a terrible hurry. Of course, getting there by plane in a few hours, compared with a few days, has a certain appeal. Not only would we be traversing all manner of hill and dale and urban areas, needing places to stay, spending money on food and fuel and tolls to get out there, we’d have to do the same on the way back– unless we took a different route and really turned it into a lengthy sojourn.

We’ve occasionally talked about how nice it would be to take the train across Canada, maybe make our way to Alaska, but that’s a pipedream. A transcontinental excursion by car might probably maybe be more likely.

The world, their oyster

Daily writing prompt
Who is the most confident person you know?

Confidence, I think, is often present in someone who’s curious and a bit fearless. I’m not sure I know or have known anyone who is always sure everything they do or try is going to come together the way they want it to. It’s more that they’re not afraid to try things, and not afraid of failure. When they set their mind to something, or when their curiosity is piqued, they go into action. They abide by a “Why not?” mantra, and little is off-limits to them.

So… three people come to mind– a sister-in-law’s husband, and an uncle of mine on my mother’s side, along with his wife– my aunt, rest her soul.