It’s the buy-in, the almost inevitable yet still surprising falling in line of everyone from Susan Collins to Mike Johnson, to the more predictable gun-toting die-hard saying it’s time to take a side and be ready to start shooting.

Is it because Republicans see their brand being threatened? It can’t be because they have affection and respect for convict Trump. What’s left to them that won’t come across as desperation, and mindless allegiance to a wannabe despot?

There’s a reason people aren’t making the effort to listen to those who stand by Trump. We’ve seen his “work,” we’ve lived through the seeming epoch of scatterbrained rhetoric and incompetence and utter lostness. There’s nothing worth listening for, except to consider as a warning: these people have a very different vision for America. They feel something slipping away and have designs on holding onto it by pretty much any means necessary. It’s all about the p-word, and it ain’t progress.

It’s insanity on the face of it. Many a reasonable person would look at this and think, “America is not playing with a full deck.” A person can still run for office—for POTUS even—with a criminal record. Not just pending a verdict, but a convicted felon.

I’m sure if I read up on this, I’d find that some line of logic exists here, but in the current situation, with the current person in question, it’s insanity. Trump is using the system he has designs on destroying to run for an office for which he has no qualifications, and for which he has further disqualified himself by his abominable behavior over a lifetime, but especially the last 9 years.

He’s cultivated and bamboozled millions of enablers, he’s taken up and wasted everyone’s time with his antics and his ugly persona, and he’s now a convicted felon awaiting sentencing. With three more cases pending! Yet it’s still full steam ahead to November, where it is likely he’ll be the Republican nominee for President, unless he finally implodes in the meantime.

There are probably other words that capture the essence of this endless cascade of contaminated effluence, but I’m sticking with insanity for now.

What are we supposed to be listening for? What are we supposed to make the effort to hear from Trump supporters and Republican members of Congress that is actually edifying, informative, helpful? I guess whatever they say is informative because it’s indicative of where they’re at in their own heads. It’s just that there’s nothing new there. It’s all 1950s hit parade all the time, with overtones of fascism and a strong whiff of Christian Nationalism. Provincial, paranoid whining.

They can proclaim “third world justice” and behavior becoming of a “banana republic,” when it comes to the hush money trial and verdict, but many of them seem to conveniently forget that Donald Trump is a known quantity. There is nothing that can be done to redeem or vindicate such a boorish, self-involved incompetent. He’s had this coming for a long time.

It’s what they get for hitching their wagons to a shallow, unmoored pretender.

Half the country was watching Fox or Newsmax or OAN, so they got their own fix of reactions to the verdict. I watched MSNBC for the most part. I would have probably made an attempt to watch Fox, since people in the know keep telling us we have to find ways to listen to each other. But watching and listening to pundits and anchors at Fox recount what most likely would have sounded like a totally different event and circumstances is no longer a priority for me. Hasn’t been for a long time. There would be no value in such an effort, just time wasted and blood pressure raised.

For half the country, the process is a sham and in need of a Trumpian overhaul. For the other half, it was a bit of vindication, a sign that the center is still holding.

Unless something unforeseen happens, Trump will be the nominee in July, but he will also be a convicted felon—with a slap on the wrist for a sentence—but a convicted felon nonetheless. One might reasonably assume that this new status would make a difference in peoples’ thinking when it comes time to vote in November.

The diehard 30% or so are a lock for the useless sack of shit, but maybe the rest of us will be thinking longer and harder about the wisdom of voting for a candidate who not only has a criminal record now but has been a known quantity forever– a dumb, weak schoolyard bully who doesn’t care about anything or anyone but just wants to shake you down for your lunch money.

Because that’s the kind of guy he is. That’s who’d be taking up space in the Oval Office again.

Such drama surrounding the Trump verdict. I guess the jury started deliberating yesterday. Plenty of speculation and filling of airtime on all the networks, including MSNBC. Well, that’s the only one we watch. Maybe CNN clips every now and then. And PBS Newshour. Anyway, a guilty verdict won’t move the needle much, though it would still be significant.

Sounds like the Biden camp is worried, and maybe they should be. As much of a recovery as has been touted since Covid, there are apparently many people who are unhappy with their economic circumstances, along with Biden’s policy toward Israel. And his age. And of course the southern border, which is more of an issue than it needs to be. It’s still 6 months out, and a lot can happen between now and November 5.

It’s sad that people seem so willing to compromise their values and good sense in trade for some vacuous Trump promise of economic relief. It’s difficult to believe that people trust Trump to deliver on anything, including economic issues, but polling suggests this to be the case.

I think Yuval Harari may be on to something when he talks about the importance of myth making for humans. Since it’s basically all myth—the United States, capitalism, even religion, all historically agreed upon principles that enough people abide by– all it takes is for someone like Trump to come along. He starts questioning the principles and acting like they don’t matter, and the whole thing starts looking like a house of cards.

Pundits go apoplectic, run around with their hair on fire, and people tune in and start acting the same way. There’s so much noise on TV and online that we need to take a step back, tune out, and let the network talking heads cackle and talk to themselves for a while. Opinions are a dime a dozen, flying off the shelves, embraced and repeated, for better or worse.

People will be sweltering in place, trying to find subterranean caves to escape to because the shade of a tree provides no relief; sitting in water where water never used to come, breathing contaminated, particle-laden air. And the whole time they will keep denying that we’ve had anything to do with it.

Nothing will convince them. They will go to their graves believing Donald Trump, convinced that accelerated climate change is a hoax, just more Chicken Little fear-mongering from the Left.

Let’s see what they say at the end of hurricane season.

Because even if you live inland, you don’t get to wash your hands or stick your head in the sand. The chickens are ready to roost, and none of us can, with a straight face, say we couldn’t see this coming.

1400

Good and evil. Good and bad. Both exist in the world. One has always served as a frame of reference for the other. There are more good people than bad, or at least more people who identify with trying to be good than those who pride themselves on being bad. It’s just that the bad ones move more earth somehow, get more press, more attention and headlines.

Good people aren’t preoccupied with conquest; evil people tend to be heartless and driven and selfish, and they go to great lengths to get their way. They enjoy sowing chaos. They care much less about who they step on, they are unmoved by ruined lives and in fact may even revel in causing great pain and suffering. Or maybe they just view such things as the necessary by-products of “doing business.”

The bad ones often find ways to attain positions of status and power, with the intention of never relinquishing these things.

Bad people want others to be bad, or to give up hope that the world could be a better, more peaceful place. They twist words, they manipulate, and sow dissatisfaction and doubt—the bread and butter of their trade. Their goal is to convince everyone that bad is good, all in the service of holding on to power and handing down edicts.

They are somehow convinced that they alone know what’s best for everybody.

Most pictures of Donald Trump are less than flattering, I guess depending on the political leanings of the news source covering him.

Still, a lot of pictures show an angry mug, mouth opened, yelling, teeth bared, red faced, just an ugly rendition of a human being, but probably accurate and indicative of the man’s rotten core.

He might be taken aback by the reception he got at a Libertarian gathering over the weekend, getting booed, getting a snootful of changing political winds. He’s such a caricature, though, such a blatantly immature, shallow know-nothing who has never had anything of import or value to say.

He has always been a mouthpiece, the poster child for calculation, for political expediency and incompetence, and it looks like people are growing tired of him. Finally. Maybe.

Another morning where I’m savoring the quiet, savoring the functioning utilities and infrastructure not blown to bits, and the tasty cold brew and the morning stillness and the singing birds and an extended family living their lives without the added burden, thus far, of worrying about war and misguided efforts of megalomaniacs to take it all away.

Maybe I check the newsfeeds too often, maybe I worry too much, but we all have a lot on our plates anymore, even as we go about our relatively peaceful lives here in America. There is no burying one’s head in the sand, unless we’re already living in a bunker in the hills.

The wearied people of Ukraine are fighting for their lives, victims of Putin’s evil, myopic, and moldy vision of putting the Soviet Union back together. Gazans are being pummeled into submission by an unrelenting army spurred on by a guy trying to save his own ass.

Smoke-filled skies, angry weather, unrelenting heat—already!—and the prospect of a savage hurricane season. And, of course, a presidential campaign moving toward what the pundits are telling us will be the most important decision we’ll make, well, since the last election.

Anyway, I’m savoring another quiet morning. The dehumidifier is humming and the lights are still on.

Nikki Haley will vote for Trump, trying to redeem her capitulation with a hope that he will appeal to the bloc who have kept voting for her in the primaries. Yikes. What a bunch of smarmy characters— doesn’t do much for one’s faith in leaders doing the right thing.

Maybe she’s angling for Veep?

Haley’s return to earth was predictable, I guess, but it still stings because she said so many derogatory things about Trump along the campaign trail that might have led one to believe she was charting her own course. Then she ends up saying she’ll vote for the guy anyway. Many will never understand the appeal, or the lack of backbone.

And then there’s Trump’s sudden wooing of a voting bloc that’s been voting for some other candidate. It’s cheap on the face of it. Any appeal will be transactional, an act of desperation, a conciliatory effort to get votes—not because he is genuinely selling anything that he believes, or that these voters will want to buy.

He’d just be saying stuff, trying to say the right things long enough to change minds and wear people down, not necessarily because he has any intention of following through. It’s a dirty, disgusting game of shallowness and deceit. Yeah, I had to use one of Trump’s favorite words. Seemed to fit here.