Heart Breaking

Will we be ready this time? Will we have learned anything from the disaster in 2020?

Given who’s back in office, I’m gonna go with No. The decimated HHS is run by RFK, Jr., and Trump himself has never seen the use for preparedness or research or anything that might make sense to most rational human beings.

The next pandemic—respiratory or hemorrhagic—will likely not take us by surprise but will nonetheless find us shamefully unprepared, and largely because of a mind-numbing, inexplicable lack of a sense of urgency.

Vaccine hesitancy—if there’s even a vaccine available—will once again rear its ugly head, fueled by Fox News and other outlets—not to mention the head of HHS himself. We’ll argue about “freedom” versus precautions, we’ll all be expected to ignore the man behind the curtain, the elephant in the room, in the form of a total abandonment of reason in the face of ongoing threats.

We’ll have little in the way of defense to depend on, including enough knowledgeable nurses and doctors and other staff, because they fled the fields after the Covid nightmare and have not returned. A shortage of PPE would be the least of our worries.

America has been commandeered by a collection of misfits and impostors motivated by profit margins, quack philosophies of governance, and blinding self-interest. The way forward looks fraught with blind spots. Our fall looks to be precipitous.

Real World Evidence

I suppose for many the jury’s out on Sam Harris. In some circles, I imagine he’ll always be the devil incarnate. I used to feel that way, but not anymore. I saw a clip the other day of Mr. Harris explaining what’s going on with Trump’s penchant for lying, and it clarified some things for me.

I’m sure many have known or suspected all along that Trump has always been a lying son of a bitch, but Harris offered an insight that makes total sense with regard to developments since Trump elbowed his way onto the scene: Trump lies on purpose.

He lies in ways that are clearly not meant to deceive anyone. His lies are transparent and serve more as a loyalty test, Harris maintains. Lance Armstrong, for example, lied about doping in hopes of getting away with it. Trump doesn’t care whether or not he gets away with it, whatever “it” is. His lies serve a different purpose.

He may not be able to help himself, but the purpose for the steady stream of bullshit that exits his mouth is to create a climate, to confuse people and wear them down. As Harris explains, anyone can go out after Trump brags about one of his buildings being ten stories taller than it really is, and count the floors for themselves, which will confirm that he’s lying. But in today’s climate, in these days of influence from the Heritage Foundation and fears of fascism, the purpose of the steady barrage of falsehoods is to get us to throw up our hands in frustration and to give up on ever being able to know for sure what is real, or whose opinion we can trust.

Harris quotes Hannah Arendt, who observed that the purpose of this particular brand of lying is not to get people to believe the falsehoods, but to get them to believe nothing, to declare “epistemological bankruptcy,” to shrug their shoulders and declare, “who knows what’s going on in the world? I’m just gonna keep quiet and keep my head down…”

This, Harris maintains, is where authoritarianism, where fascism, always leads.

Trump is a puppet with authoritarian tendencies. Why else, one might wonder, would a 78-year old man who will have served his Constitutionally mandated two-term limit– at which point he’ll be 82– not rule out running for a third?

Just Doing It

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most fun way to exercise?

I don’t very often equate exercise with fun. It’s not that I don’t derive satisfaction from knowing I’m doing myself some good by getting to the Y on a regular basis. It’s just that I don’t spend much time trying to figure out how to make it fun. I just do it, and feel good when I start seeing progress and an increase in strength and stamina.

I suppose the fun quotient is raised when I’m giving horsey rides to the grandkids, throwing a football or playing catch, golfing, working in the yard, or taking a hike with friends.

Nothing More Than Chaos

I seem to be a glass half empty guy when it comes to Trump and the current state of things.

China retaliates with tariffs of its own, so it is a foregone conclusion that Trump is going to muster his own dumb tit for tat. And China won’t be the only one. It’s all so hard to watch.

To make matters worse, how long will it be before people who show up at these nationwide protests start disappearing? Isn’t that what starts happening—facial recognition software does its thing and your average concerned citizens start not being heard from or seen? Or at the very least, they’re suddenly much less interested in voicing dissent?

Too much? Too dark? Can’t happen here? How can anyone believe that, given what we’ve already seen?

As much as I hope the protests will be enough to sway opinions and effect positive change, I predict the gloves will be coming off shortly. On both sides. Especially once the tariff insanity and market instability start really hitting home.

What the hell is the endgame here? Maybe it’s time for reasonable people to call Trump in for an intervention (insert derisive laughter here).

An Interesting Character

Daily writing prompt
If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?

The low hanging fruit might be Tom Sawyer or Atticus Finch, from the days when I read something besides non-fiction.

But since it’s fresh in my mind, I’d have to go with Dr. Martin Ellingham, from the British tv series Doc Martin. He’s a quirky GP, a former top surgeon in London who developed haemophobia, a brilliant diagnostician, a person with impeccable credentials but also a product of an unhappy childhood– at least with his parents. He seems to know only one way to be– rigid though honorable and forthright in his speech and behavior, learning his way in his role in the small but charming English seaside community of Portwenn.

I guess I identify with the Doc’s cold professionalism, or his strict understanding of his purpose, his work– which doesn’t mean he doesn’t have room to grow in matters of the heart, or work on his sense of humor or his ability to read a room.

In General

Daily writing prompt
What animals make the best/worst pets?

I would think anything other than the conventional dog, cat, or bird wouldn’t make the list of best pets. A horse is a beautiful animal, but it’s difficult for me to consider a horse a pet. It’s more like a companion, or 4-legged colleague.

I’ve seen the YouTube clips of “pet” mountain lions and wolves and deer, etc. But in general, worst pets would probably be a ferret, snake, most any wild animal– any big cat, bear, wolf, chimpanzee, alligator, wolverine, shark, jellyfish, or a tick.

And I’m sure there’s disagreement on most of this. Except maybe the tick.

(Inevitable) Mismanagement

Amazing, how the chaos in Washington has mobilized the masses. We all have our thresholds, I guess.

The clueless punks and gaggle of rich bastards need to stop lambasting entitlements and calling Social Security a Ponzi scheme. Such creative word usage, and incendiary laziness.

Technically, though, it is an entitlement, as in we’re entitled to receive the money we’ve been putting into Social Security our entire working lives.