Warts And All

Daily writing prompt
What quality do you value most in a friend?

When I think of someone, besides my wife or siblings or collegial relationships, who I would consider a friend, only a couple people come to mind, and they are old college buddies who live halfway across the country. There aren’t many people in my life who fit in the category of friend, but those who do, it seems, have always accepted me for who I am, and we still make the occasional effort to keep in touch and visit.

I have a number of acquaintances by virtue of serving as a pastor in a couple of congregations, none of whom I’d consider a friend or confidant, but kind and decent people, just the same, with whom I golf or can still strike up an occasional conversation.

Now that I think about it, the only true, through-thick-and-thin, brutally honest friendship I’ve had in my life was probably with a classmate throughout most of the grade school years, but we drifted apart during the college years and after. Life took us in different directions.

Just Say No

I’m not a very happy person. I feel the weight of various things personal and political. Especially political, for the past 8 years or so. It’s been difficult for me to lighten up, to find a silver lining, to escape the malaise Donald Trump has foisted on the country.

Every day, the decay is there for us to see. Every day, the reminders of how far we’ve sunk are either heralded or excoriated in the news: the blatant incompetence and lying, the betrayal, the anger and hatred and paranoia that drive policy, the automaton-like coldness and calculation, the relentless and intentional attempts at distraction, at dismantling dissent and turning America into a nation of simpletons and worker bees in service to an old, fragile puppet king.

How can we let this happen?

Is it that we must finally finish what was started back in 1861, and on which was put a band aid in 1865? The ugliness has been simmering and occasionally boiling over ever since. It seems we as a nation must make a decision: whose vision wins out?

Most of us know it can’t be Trump’s, or the Heritage Foundation’s. They’re all false prophets, our worst angels, and they offer us nothing.

Vocations and Occupations

Daily writing prompt
What jobs have you had?

Early on in high school, I worked on a farm for a summer, doing odd jobs and mowing grass. I vaguely remember the first paycheck– a relative pittance, but it was my first legitimate paycheck. Then it was on to a restaurant part time through the later high school years and for summers during college– dishwashing, short order cook, prep work, occasional busboy. I also started working at a corrugated container manufacturer towards the end of college.

I substitute taught for a year or so after college graduation, then it was back to the corrugated container factory, working various shifts, including the “graveyard” shift (11-7), which I did for ten months before deciding it was an assault on circadian rhythms and wasn’t gonna work for me.

The closure of the container factory precipitated a bit of downtime, i.e unemployment, so I got into a bench assembly training program and was able to get a job at a company that made high-powered CO2 lasers. It was probably the best job I’ve had– fascinating technology, interesting work and people to work with.

In the early 90s, I left the laser company and we headed to seminary in Gettysburg, PA. I spent the next 26 years after graduation as an employee of the church, pastoring a total of three congregations, technically speaking, during that time (my first call became a consolidation of two congregations that ended up staying in the building and changing its name).

Since retiring, I’ve occasionally helped my son with his landscaping business.

And once a parent, always a parent.

Inertia

Daily writing prompt
Do you practice religion?

I used to. Not so much anymore. I guess maybe I’m a late-onset agnostic. I want to believe, but I’ve always been something of a skeptic, wondered about a closed canon, read Sapiens, dared to listen to people like Sam Harris, and simply looked around, which has all contributed to the current spinning of wheels when it comes to actively looking for a worshiping community.

Faith is faith, and reason is reason, and it’s always been a matter of finding a workable melding of the two. I guess I haven’t found that yet.

Poison

What does it say when you have trouble believing anything your government officials tell you—when you’ve lost faith in their competence, stopped trusting them to have your and the country’s best interests in mind?

I keep trying to get my head around what’s been going on since Donald Trump emerged from his gilded cave, and I should know by now that that’s an impossible task. He promised the world, but only so he could get elected and get back at people who he thought had done him wrong. People believed in him, thought he might be a breath of fresh air, and now we’re all stuck with the consequences of that gullibility.

The only saving he was gonna be doing was his own ass. Otherwise, he’s incapable of anything honorable or beneficial.

He’s hijacked the Presidency, turned it into a bad joke. Worst of all, he’s opened the door on the truly frightening cast of characters who have the distinction of intentionally trying to bring this country to its knees. Hateful and disillusioned scam artists who call themselves Christian, who prefer lily whiteness to any other skin color, who prefer living in isolation, and in the frontier days when nobody got a handout. The only people in their world who stand to benefit are… them. Everyone else is a dolt, expendable, a nuisance.

They have no grand vision, or at least one any sane, sensible person would willingly, knowingly align with.

Less noise, more in-the-flesh

Daily writing prompt
Do you remember life before the internet?

Yes. We seem to have gotten by just fine. Probably spent more time either outside or in front of the television, or just talking to people face to face. News came from the Big 3 networks– ABC, CBS, NBC– and maybe CNN or Fox. If we needed a fact, we looked it up in a book, an encyclopedia, or were more likely to head to the library. If we needed to talk to someone, we called them on a landline or dropped them a note in the mail. It’s not like we weren’t without options– just not as many.

I don’t think I’d want to go back, though.

How Far We’re Falling

Some people—many people—never really get the chance to look up, to look around, to wonder—too much of a luxury. Many are too busy being shit on, scrounging for respect and a meal, while people like Donald Trump waltz around like they own the place, oblivious to need, lacking humanity, dripping with wretched excess and indifference. It’s hateful, the poster child for everything wrong with America right now.

“Indulge me with a military parade on my birthday,” he utters. Oh, yes, Supreme Leader, you shall get your wish, because there are enough sycophants and people who apparently only know how to follow orders to make that happen. This time around, Flag Day will be an homage to a despot, a conniving idiot, an empty-souled blowhard who somehow commands respect and expects obedience. Why? How?

It’ll be a sad, sad day. Nothing to be proud of, only embarrassed by.

Nondescript

Daily writing prompt
What are you good at?

I’ve been told I have a certain acumen for putting pen to paper, words on a page. Other than that, I’m not sure.

I could throw a baseball pretty hard for a while. I have some patience for doing painstaking work. I take good care of our yard, compose a decent photograph, play the accordion, sit at a piano and play songs by ear, none of which is particularly significant or lucrative, but provide some enjoyment. I have a knack for remembering dates and other little known facts of lesser known value, though that’s starting to fade a bit. When I was a pastor, people sometimes told me I had a non-anxious presence, which helped in certain situations.

Elusive

Daily writing prompt
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

As it is often portrayed in various media, it means nothing to me. It smacks of frivolous, material pursuits, artificiality, skewed perceptions of what’s important. A self-involved, distracted life, a neverending exercise in futility, or dominance.

On the other hand, I’ve heard people gush that they feel like they have it all when they get a clean bill of health or realize somebody loves them. So, it might be attainable in a subjective, personal way, as a matter of opinion.

More a feeling than a measurable standard.

Fugly

What are the chances that enough Senators will grow a spine in time to deep-six the “big, beautiful bill”? Or will it be like most everything else we thought could never happen but eventually has?

It should be clear to anyone who hasn’t completely gone down the rabbit hole that Trump and the rest of the ogres and pretenders around him intend irreparable harm to the country. They’re boldly going to and have arrived at places where people have only tried to go before. They’re brainwashed, heartless caricatures of selfishness. They’re paranoid and oppressive, driven to establish a form of “governance” supposedly based on Christian values that benefits the few, enriches the few, and looks to cast everyone else aside or keep them in their place, whatever that means.

It’s not clear what Bible they’ve been reading.