Well, I guess my pants, possibly my socks. I get good mileage out of most clothing items, except maybe my shoes, since I have a few pairs in the rotation. Actually, chances will be good that my cap will be the oldest thing, if I wear a certain Red Sox hat that I’ve had for a longer time than I care to admit.
Author: tallthinman72
Insufferable
The definitive Trump slam. We know who he is, what he’s up to. All that’s left is to make him go away.
Trouble is, it’s hardly just him. He’s the tip of the iceberg, or the spear. The Dark Side has had a lot of years of practice and prep, licking its wounds, learning from its missteps, taking care of the paperwork and the legalese and the strategy. Methodically undermining and handicapping and anticipating, cutting off avenues of recourse, and always looking for loopholes. Fucking loopholes.
Most upstanding citizens leave well enough alone. Rules are rules, and for the sake of peace and good order, most will abide by them. But not Trump, of course. Rules don’t apply to him, just everyone else. Oh yes, he’s such a rebel.
We wake up in the morning to a new day. The birds sing, the sun rises even behind the clouds. But another constant is the eventual realization that another day in Trump World has also begun, and this is a heavy load to bear—knowing that an elected leader who, for some reason, people trusted, is going to spend another day abusing his privileges, somehow betraying the nation, pulling the rug out from under somebody while enriching himself, and all the while appearing to revel in it.
How sick can he get?
Daily Writing Prompt: Leader or Follower?
A follower, by and large. My years in the ministry put me in a position of leader, in one sense, but I was never a Herr Pastor, as my colleagues would call a pastor who wanted control over everything. I took my worship leadership role seriously, and there were certain other situations in which I had to make decisions as the called pastor, but I would try for consensus and defer to expertise or experience whenever it seemed wise to do so.
Apart from the ministry, it has been a mixed bag of leading and following. I’ve often felt more like an apprentice than a master. Confidence is something I’ve often wished for in larger supply. And a fear of failure has always loomed too large.
Cheating Scoundrel
The pundits and congresspeople can all be appalled and taken aback by Donald Trump pissing on the Constitution, but as long as that’s as far as the reaction goes, he’s just gonna keep doing it. This is what Trump lives for—confounding expectations and behaving like there are no restraints on him.
The Constitution? Meh. Just a document with rules to be circumscribed, that don’t apply to him. Besides, he can’t be bothered with actually reading it.
The whole loophole thing may give lawyers something to do, a quest to work on. But loopholes, at least in Trump’s case, serve only to embolden him and allow him to wreak havoc. It’s legality pushed to the limits of credulity, all for the purpose of finding some ass cover and tenuous permission.
There is such a thing as good order. It’s what humans need to maintain some sense of civility and stability, which doesn’t mean rules can’t evolve or change or be amended, for good reasons. It just means that flouting them a la Trump is merely a hint that he’s up to something nefarious. It only emboldens someone of weak moral fiber like himself. He’s selectively lazy, seems to enjoy working in shades of gray, always probing for ways to get away with the next thing.
And to think that he’s the President of the United States. We should all be so proud.
Daily Writing Prompt: List your top 5 favorite fruits
Apples, strawberries, freshly cut pineapple, Asian pears, and bananas.
Echo Chamber
Rachel Maddow hit the nail on the head. She listed several draconian things that have unfolded in the first 115 days, or whatever we’re up to now, and asked, “Who voted for this?! Did anyone actually vote for this? Where is the constituency for these garbage executive orders and the detestable gutting of government services undertaken by DOGE?” Let’s add, What the hell is the purpose of it all, if not to render everything null and void and ineffectual?
What‘s so stunning is the apparent buy-in from congressional Republicans. We no longer have a functioning government, at least as this applies to the House and Senate. Democrats are at least beginning to fight back, but the Republicans don’t dare say “boo,” and by and large are at the beck and call of Trump. In the meantime, nothing substantive is getting done, except for a big, beautiful, and dumb tax bill that might have just enough arm twisting behind it to be passed into law.
It’s difficult to live with the idea that half of Congress is written off, that most Republicans are just along for the ride, are “onboard,” and choose not to see this disaster for what it is.
Flexibility
Being better about going with the flow, with changes in plans. I’ve always had trouble with that, though that wouldn’t be a small improvement. It’d be a major overhaul, maybe some sort of breakthrough.
A small improvement might be to make a conscious effort to refrain from always checking my iPad or phone. It’s become almost a reflex action.
The Emptiest of Promisers
So, now the tariffs on China are suspended for 90 days, according to reports this morning, May 12.
Let’s cut to the chase. Trump’s MO since Day 1 has been an intentional and predictable instability, a scatter-brained and dismissive treatment of serious matters, an off-balance approach indicating incompetence on a grand scale, with maybe a touch of strategy.
The stable genius is often at a loss for words, mostly because he doesn’t know that many of them. He recycles the same batch. He’s also a vengeful player, a game show host and slimy business tycoon who has no business being where he is. This is what we get when a person bereft of the skills necessary to be POTUS is… POTUS.
What was gained by all this bluster and bad math? I’m beginning to think that Trump’s only skills are having a knack for bullshit, and surviving. Some will put these on a pedestal, even claim them to be superpowers…
Oh, please. If that’s all he’s got, then it’s not at all super. It’s downright pathetic, hilarious and laughable in a sad and tragic way. He’s President of the United States, for crying out loud. We should all be appalled and mad as hornets– that he carries the Football, and for a million other reasons.
One Emerges
Daily writing prompt
Share a story about someone who had a positive impact on your life.
It’s difficult to pick one person. I grew up in a village, of sorts. It was a general vibe, a milieu. We were always getting together with various members of the extended family– on both sides. So, one time it might be an uncle or aunt or a cousin, another time it might be a grandparent or family friend who stood out as interesting or memorable for some reason.
Maybe it’s the dynamic of growing up in a neighborhood with a lot of kids our own age or a bit older. This group would often gather at our house and play baseball, or more likely whiffleball, because our yard wasn’t that big. But my Dad would often be in the midst of us, and maybe he’s the one who had the most positive impact on my life. He was truly young at heart, even when he was 85 and slowed by an aging body that was starting to let him down.
I’ve mentioned Mr. McGregor, my high school Spanish teacher, in a couple of previous posts. I remember him as being the best teacher I had in all the years of grade school, but I don’t know exactly what, if anything, he instilled in me. For the purposes of this prompt, it’s my Dad who comes to mind, who modeled certain traits and tendencies which, for better or worse, I have come to embrace or embody.
Ideals
It has evolved over time, as might be expected, as one grows older and maybe wiser. When I was young, I thought my country could do no wrong, and its leaders– almost exclusively men– were all upstanding citizens. As my world grew bigger, I realized that women were equally capable of both brilliance and stupendous ignorance. Scales fell and my view of America changed. The lens through which I viewed things became more finely tuned, equipped to see more layers in sharper focus. The blissful ignorance of my Boy Scout days gave way to an eye-opening reality check, a growing awareness of a more diverse canvas and palette of colors– along with a certain skepticism– probably the logical progression of moving from the relative shelter of a stable home life and on to college, and exposure to different people and ideas.
I grew up in the 1960s. There was a lot happening back then, and it’s been a cascade ever since– of turmoil, issues and causes, advancements of all sorts– in understandings of human nature, in creature comforts and technology and expectations and senses of entitlement. One thing that hasn’t changed is the annoyingly dependable supply of megalomaniacs and others who, for some reason, think they can rule the world, who spit on freedom and treat it as some quaint notion embraced by all the underlings.
Freedom isn’t everything, but it’s what we crave. It’s not a license to do or say whatever we feel like doing or saying. It is, rather, provision for finding our own path in life, our own voice. The right to call out ignorance and evil, even as there may be consequences for such honesty. Freedom is tempered by commitment to others and to the community and framework given us, in our case, by a collection of forward-thinking founders who risked the gallows or some other unpleasant end in order to lay the groundwork for a place where everyone– at least on paper– was entitled to certain inalienable rights.
They were also smart enough to realize that humans will be humans, and that the long arc of evolution moves slowly enough for many generations to be dealing with just enough misguided, self-involved lunatics to keep us on our toes.
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