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.

Strategy, or smokescreen?

To listen to Senators and House members when they’re interviewed, I’ve come to believe that very few of them actually have a handle on any given situation. Most repeat and parrot other opinions and talking points and do their best to make themselves sound like they’re in the loop and informed. But there is often a tell that indicates they’re just well-versed in media speak.

There are exceptions—Jamie Raskin and Pete Buttigieg, Bernie Sanders, maybe Elizabeth Warren, AOC, Jasmine Crockett, and Adam Schiff when he’s not engaged in tortured attempts at being cutting edge and culturally hip.

Most Republicans are lap dogs, still fully on the Trump bandwagon. Any rumors of cracks in the Trump façade are frustratingly overblown, though one might be forgiven for daring to hope that, lately, there’s reason for optimism– that the train might be heading for derailment.

It’s frustrating to think that, more often than not, interviewees on the news shows are either not as informed as we’d like to believe, or they’re measuring their words and being careful not to give anything away or piss someone off.

Messy

To listen to John Bolton, Donald Trump is smarter than many give him credit for. I’ve always found Bolton to be refreshing, somehow, despite his hawkish views, if only because he speaks eloquently and plainly, and maybe isn’t afraid to call ‘em as he sees ‘em without being a blindly loyal coattail kind of guy.

Still, I wish he wasn’t so ready to give Trump so much credit. That’s a hard pill to swallow. He’s making it sound like Trump was fully aware of the stakes in attacking Iran and that there was no influence from Bibi Netanyahu, but that seems a bit pie-in-the-sky to me.

Trump is a narcissist—he lives for compliments and consequently opens himself to manipulation from career politicians and hardened operators like Netanyahu and Putin and the rest of the rogues’ gallery.

I know the folks at MS Now and other left-leaning news outlets are alarmed by what’s happening in the aftermath of the attacks on Tehran and elsewhere in Iran, but in Bolton’s opinion, Trump is doing just fine and will somehow handle this potential planetary conflagration. I don’t share his confidence, and neither should anyone else.

Trump is way out of his league, and what’s been initiated in Iran may make the Iraq debacle look like child’s play.

The latest, already-cliched phrase is “war of choice.” Trump is hoping we’re so consumed by this that we forget about the Epstein files and everything else clamoring for a piece of him.

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Not for me

Daily writing prompt
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

Central Massachusetts wasn’t a bad place to grow up… or Being the oldest of five was a mixed blessing… or It’s been a non-descript life, but at least it was mine… or I was born on a Sunday... or I don’t consider my life to be autobiographically worthy… or It’s been a long, mostly unremarkable ride

I don’t plan on writing an autobiography.

Propped-up Heroes

We really are suckers for appearances. Surface attractiveness, skin-deep beauty. Our national symbol is a bald eagle—majestic and intimidating, but by nature just a deadly scavenger.

We elect people with “charisma,” people with the gift of gab who are physically attractive even as they are deficient in character, and often devoid of traits needed for meeting the challenges of competent leadership.

We fixate on fame and fortune– Hollywood notables who need almost constant ego feeding, who ride the wave of visibility and get paid megabucks for immersing themselves in a role and memorizing lines and playing make-believe; musical “artists” who become commercial successes while lacking substance or any real talent, and titans of industry who love their lifestyles and pedal influence merely by virtue of having a ton of money to throw around.

We spend too much time wallowing in the shallows.

So, that’s happening

We must try to find the words, even though Donald Trump and the misfit toys around him have tried to dull our senses and flood the zone and exhaust us with the constant drama and misdirection. This nightmare of an administration has upped the ante now, with the assassination of the Ayatollah and attack on Iranian targets.

It is not easy to settle for the obvious calculus—that this is, unbelievably, still all about the Epstein files. But Trump has been caught in lies so often that maybe we’ve learned to maintain our focus on what makes the most sense: the man is desperate and deprived, and he would most definitely encourage this vast military build-up and put Americans in harm’s way simply in order to divert attention from the domestic rat’s nest he appears to be consumed by.

And, as Rachel Maddow suggested last night, he pre-emptively has paved the way for who-knows-what sort of measures to ensure that the 2026 midterms and 2028 presidential election are tampered with—because, you know, Iran was involved in attempts to tamper with the 2020 and 2024 elections and we must guard against such eventualities going forward…

With this outbreak of hostilities in the Middle East, Trump and Hegseth and the rest have perhaps unleashed the latest unwinnable 20-year war, or worse– because it gave Hegseth a chance to live into his self-proclaimed moniker– Secretary of War– and it provided yet more false praise and cover for Trump, who, as it turns out, is nothing more than putty in the hands of people like Miller and Vought and Putin and Netanyahu.

That’s Better

All the home improvement shows have one characteristic in common: the Reveal, and snippets of Before and After. I think this is what makes any project worth doing. Seeing transformation, change for the better.

I get a dose of this even when I mow the lawn, get the dishes done, or do laundry. There’s great satisfaction in developing a plan, no matter how modest, and then committing and following through.

A Perpetual Classroom

Daily writing prompt
What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

Boy Scouts comes to mind, since we spent so much time learning what we’d now consider life skills, and were availed of so many different opportunities and enriching experiences that made us better equipped and more aware.

I learned important things from my Mom and Dad and grandparents– how to behave, how to treat people. The college years gave me exposure to a bigger, more diverse world. Marriage and parenthood opened my eyes to real responsibilities and commitment. And spending twenty-six years as a pastor exposed me to the myriad joys and travails of being human, living without all the answers.

Moth to Flame

I’m obviously not understanding the rationale. Lindsey Vonn has a stellar skiing career, decides to call it a day, but then decides she wants another shot at the fame and glory. So she works her way back, comes to Milan with an anterior cruciate ligament injury, and subsequently takes a fall during Olympic competition that brings her close to losing a leg.

It begs the question: Why?

She tried to explain away the opportunity she took from someone else who could have made the team, saying her competitive spirit wouldn’t allow her to not make a comeback bid, but that all sounds quite feeble to me. Was she having trouble adjusting to life away from the slopes, with all the fame and notoriety it brought her? Is there an addiction to the bright lights and attention? Or is it truly all about being ultra-competitive?

Either way, I have my doubts.

Unforgiveable Distraction

The response to the attack on Iran has been immediate and somewhat visceral. And with good reason. There is so much not to like about the once-again-unilateral decision to rain death and destruction down on Iran.

On the surface, it’s a confab between hardline criminals—Trump and Netanyahu, though obviously planned with some intent to decapitate Iranian leadership capabilities (they had it coming…). But to basically say to the people of Iran, “Here, now it’s up to you to take your country back,” – like we’re doing them a huge favor—is simply convenient, pie-in-the-sky wishful thinking.

And of course Trump gets off on being the one who sells it on the home front with appeals to patriotism and sacrifice—things he knows nothing about. It’s dumb and tragic, yet one more reminder of the lengths these two will go to distract from their own tenuous existence on this side of prison.

After 9/11, it was WMD, this time it’s nukes. It was bullshit then, and most likely bullshit now. And take the damned hat off, Donald, when you’re breaking such God-forsaken news. Deep-six the hats. They’re not a good look.