The Future Seems A Lot Closer

Daily writing prompt
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

It wasn’t all that long ago that I might have answered that question with a bit of anticipation and optimism, but 10 years from now puts me at 81. If I’m still here, I hope I can still get around, still function, still be useful, still drive, still laugh, still love.

No climbing the corporate ladder, which is one direction an answer to the question could take a person of a certain age and disposition. That has never been a thing for me. I guess I don’t really know what ten years is going to bring.

One thing I do know is that this question has confronted me with the passage of time, with the reality that there’s much more sand in the bottom than in the top of the hourglass, and the time to ponder future goals or dreams is a-fleeting.

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Pace Yourselves, or Just Revolt

Well, someone must be thinking that everything is going swimmingly—maybe Kevin Roberts, Stephen Miller, Russell Vought, J.D. Vance, John Kennedy and the rest of the yes-people in Congress?

Is there anything quite as skin-crawlingly awkward and repulsive as the obeisance and ass kissing that goes on at a Cabinet meeting or in a Fox News studio, where everyone gets their turn to praise Trump and stroke his ego before launching into their rosy reports of how great everything is going? What world are these people living in?

Trump and the rest of the Heritage Foundation foot soldiers are dismantling everything, and the sycophants have to dole out compliments, then, straight-faced and with gusto, tell the public that all is well, that the Stable Genius is two moves ahead and the world is beating a path to the negotiating table, in search of that good deal.

We have 1,379 days left of this disastrously amateur attempt at governance. If we’re lucky. What’s gonna be left?

Simple but luxurious, to me

Daily writing prompt
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

My morning routine, which includes cold brew and writing; a good breakfast, then reading through the local paper online; having lunch and watching clips of the previous late night monologues from Colbert and Kimmel; sitting in a comfortable chair by the front window on a sunny day; pouring a glass of wine and taking the time to cook a nice meal.

Woe Is Us

China is roughly 16 times older than we are. Its culture goes back 4,000 years. We’re coming up on 250, maybe a bit older if we go back to the Mayflower or the first settlers in Florida or on the west coast. I suppose if we look at the indigenous cultures on this North American continent, then we might be in the same league or even older than China. Technically, the Peoples Republic of China wasn’t founded until 1949, so… And now we’re in the weeds.

Anyway, if Trump wants to go toe to toe with China, we don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of holding up, because Trump has no appreciation for history or civic pride or cultural heritage or sheer brain power. He doesn’t have the patience for diplomacy, for sitting at the table and hashing things out. He merely figures it’s all about the art of some deal, about talking tough and expecting everyone to bend the knee.

China’s not going to bend any knee. In fact, Xi and the rest probably look at Trump and the U.S. as unruly adolescents in need of a good talking to, in need of a good whoopin’. It seems unlikely that Trump is the one playing chess.

Ah, the downside of looking for cheap labor, coming home to roost. And the downside of having a clown sitting at the Resolute Desk.

Sensory and Otherwise

Daily writing prompt
Describe something you learned in high school.

I learned a bit about anatomy when we dissected a frog in Biology class. I contributed to the noxious aromas wafting through the hallways when we created esters in Chemistry class.

Mostly, what I remember to this day was learned in Spanish class with Mr. McGregor. I learned a bit of the language and witnessed what passion for one’s work looks like.

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).