Commandeered

I resent the fact that there’s so much material to work with now that Trump is back in office. I prefer to focus on other things but often find myself trying to make sense of the latest headline news regarding something he said, or another insane policy decision, or Executive Order he signed.

I guess something to remember about Trump is that he’s merely the front man. He’s the visible, in-your-face reminder that there’s something bigger and even uglier going on around him. The people at the Heritage Foundation, people like Stephen Miller and other bottom feeders, are the real movers and shakers in this race to ignominy and ruin. They’re trying to command a whole nation to shit itself, to give up, to turn its back on the rule of law because that’s too hard and inconvenient.

And they found a malleable, delusional empty soul with a permanent chip on his shoulder to do their dirty work.

If I seem preoccupied and moody and cynical, it’s mainly because this assault on the America that could be truly beautiful is heartbreaking, rage-inducing, and taking its toll.

It’s becoming tragically clear that humans can’t have nice things. We’re just animals with a somewhat evolved brain.

Tasty

Daily writing prompt
What’s your favorite thing to cook?

Simple things, mostly– sausage gravy, or a really healthy oatmeal recipe with banana, blueberries, cinnamon, an apple, etc.

In terms of a more involved prep, I’d have to say Chicken Wild Rice Soup, a recipe we found in the 2001 edition of a Taste of Home holiday cook book. I’ve made it so many times that I stopped referring to the recipe years ago. And I seldom use actual wild rice by itself–too expensive. I cheat a bit with two boxes of Uncle Ben’s Original Wild Rice mix, using only about half of one of the included seasoning packets.

I occasionally like to spend time preparing meals. It’s enjoyable, in part because I sip a glass of red or white along the way– like Julia Child always did.

Reality Setting In

Will there be a moment when the MAGA crowd comes to its senses and realizes the error of its ways, regrets what it has foisted on the country they supposedly love?

Seems unlikely.

But even the straight, white, gun totin’, flag waving, Jesus loving Base won’t be able to avoid the fallout from this debacle. No one emerges unscathed when you hand the reins to a vindictive, delusional liar who couldn’t care less about the price of eggs.    

And Floppy Disks

Daily writing prompt
Write about your first computer.

A step up from a Commodore 64, I guess, a bit before Apple and Gateway and the rest really exploded onto the scene, or were within reach of our pocketbook.

It was the late ’80s, maybe 1990, and the thing was pieced together with the advice of a friend who had some knowledge of what to us was a whole new wondrous technology. The CPU was housed in a rectangular, low-rise box, kilobytes of storage, a dot matrix printer that used paper with the perforated guideholes on either side, a tiny CRT with amber text. I can’t remember if this one had internet capability. If it did, it was dial up modem. And by today’s standards, it was relatively expensive.

Primitive beginnings, but there was no going back.

Buzzwords

Fiscal sanity, fiscal conservatism, is a smokescreen. “Efficiency” is a smokescreen. Cutting trillions from the budget is likely impossible, but it’s also mere cover for an insidious agenda.

It’s the height of hypocrisy. The ones who push for spending cuts are the ones who have no worries about putting food on the table or securing needed medications or receiving a helping hand when the money is tight. “Handouts” are anathema to these cold-hearted bastards. But that’s only because they can’t relate to anyone else’s life, anyone else’s situation.

All they see, for some reason, are illegal aliens, beggars and leeches and drags on society, instead of desperate human beings. They’d rather spend money on themselves or on an Iron Dome, instead of on a program that makes someone’s day a little less bleak.

Triple dog dare ya

Daily writing prompt
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?

Hmm… the first thing that came to mind was parachuting from an airplane. I can’t conceive of any amount of cajoling or trash talk that would push me to do that. Maybe the promise of a large sum of money, but even that might not be enough.

Thinking a little longer, it’d be suspending retirement and returning to part-time pastoral work. It’s pretty much all I know, and we could use the extra money, but I have serious doubts about being able to re-engage with any sense of commitment or belief. I’m not sure there’s anything anyone could say that would convince me to reconsider.

Playing With Fire

The confirmation hearings are revealing, overall, that Project 2025 is going swimmingly. RFK, Jr. faced predictable lines of questioning—hardballs from Dems, softballs from Republicans. It’s unclear how much of a difference Caroline’s letter and video will make when it comes to her cousin’s bona fides.

One thing about his vaccine stance, though—isn’t there middle ground when it comes to making sure vaccines are still available? Instead of the extreme of prohibiting research and availability and making questionable claims about their efficacy, can’t people be given the option of receiving a vaccine or not receiving it?

In other words, leave the decision to an informed public– let us choose, instead of taking that option out of our hands.

Saying that out loud, I realize that the whole intent of vaccinating the public is to thwart a disease’s ability to spread—something that’s much more difficult to accomplish if a bunch of people aren’t immunized, aren’t participating.

Pete Buttigieg is right—it boils down to trust. Who are we gonna believe– the environmental lawyer and seeming quack who’s attempting to punch way above his weight, or scientists and virologists and immunologists who do research and have the tools and know-how to come up with solutions for our ills, who tackle things rationally and want to get it right when it comes to providing something as remarkable as a vaccine that, by and large, protects from the scourges that would otherwise make us miserable or do us in?

Ten Days In

Untenable. Unsustainable. Un-American?

Who can tell anymore?

Seems all Trump needs is his bully pulpit and his penchant for spreading quality bullshit. The clueless MAGA herd, the lemmings in Congress, and the brown-nosed billionaires will take care of the rest.

Preferred Options

Daily writing prompt
What are your favorite sports to watch and play?

To play? Golf, and throwing a ball back and forth. To watch? Mostly just PGA golf; an occasional college football or NFL playoff game; NHL hockey, and the beautiful game, i.e. actual football.

I grew up, and still am, a faithful Boston fan– Red Sox, Bruins, Celtics and even the Patriots, when they played their games at Fenway Park. Anymore, though, professional sports, and even the Olympics, don’t much interest me. Except golf, for some reason.

And though I occasionally have difficulty thinking of it as sport, sitting or standing in a boat with my brothers, angling for small- and largemouth bass, northern pike, and muskies.