Thursday, March 4, 2021
Oh, the Places We Go
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Friday, January 29, 2021
Modern Revolution
And false scales are not good.
Thursday, January 21, 2021
The Centre Holding, Barely
I never dared be radical when young
For fear it would make me conservative when old.
-Robert Frost, Ten Mills, I. Precaution
Monday, January 4, 2021
I Know that Voice
It's been a while since I last took to this space to bloviate about anything. Part of that is a simple desire for self preservation. There were many times over the past few months where I wanted to rant and rave about something, but for reasons of my own personal sanity, the desire not to try and get any more wound up about politics, or contribute to the same emotional spiral in others, I have refrained. But here, this week, where the supposedly last step of the election is taking place, I have come to a realization that I think is important for we the people to take into consideration: we are being abused. Some of us are being physically abused, others are being emotionally abused, we're all being controlled and told what to think.
Sometimes it's hard for the abused to admit that they have been abused. Most people would prefer not to think of themselves as victims. There is usually ample evidence of self-blame along the lines of: "Oh, I'm such a fool, I just should not have made them mad." There is equivocating: "nobody else is going to treat me any different." There are excuses made: "It's only because they love me so much that they get so riled up." I have actually been in a place where I have had to try and get abused persons to admit that they were in an abusive relationship, and it is more difficult than you think.
It is nearly impossible to get the abuser to admit the same thing, until some very dire line has been crossed. Donald Trump is the drunk spouse that comes home and slaps his wife, but he has, as of yet, failed to come to a moment of clarity where he realized that was a mistake. He thinks she needed it. She was hysterical and talking about trying to actually take care of the poor and welcoming immigrants and such things (wonder where this so called Christian nation got those ideas). Plus all his buddies at the bar swear that she was flirting with some commie pinko who looks like a hippie, or maybe even a black guy. I'm not justifying anything that he has done to us as a nation, but he's about to get the boot and maybe get to meet the sheriff. So let's look at another shade of vile: Ted Cruz, Josh Hawley et al are the worst sort of people to have around in this sort of a situation, they are the justifiers and the opportunists that vulture around the edge of an abusive relationship.
What they are is villainous, not just ridiculous. They are like the neighbor down the street who is rooting for the abuser to get locked up so he can go make time with the lonely wife, who they know will put up with a lot of mistreatment. They do not have the excuse of being impaired, or being ignorant, incompetent and out of control. They know exactly what they are doing and why they are doing it. They are trying to pull a scam of epic proportions, and for the good of our republic, I really hope it fails.
Here's the logic: they want to move in on the wife (the American people), who has been abused by a malignant narcissist for several years, but who finally got up the gumption to kick him to the curb. The problem is that all of the abuser's buddies think he's an okay guy who just runs off at the mouth a bit. They have not really seen, or have chosen not to acknowledge the bruises that the Donald has left on this nation. Cruz et al, know that the buddies are going to have to accept their play for her affections at some point. But their excuses are carefully confined so as not to offend the MAGA drinking buddies:
"Yeah, abuser guy really wasn't that out of line, I mean look at the sweet microwave he done got her last time he smacked her around."
"Yeah, we know he was toxic, but you can't just rob a man of his legal rights, even if he uses them to smack his wife around a few more times on the way out the door."
"Yeah, that's a shame what he did to her, but it's just Donald being Donald."
"Now she's going to shack up with that communist. We gotta protect her from herself."
"Everyone's saying there's more than meets the eye here, we need to investigate."
But there's nothing to investigate, except for a drunk guy who punched his wife in the face. She may not be perfect, but she doesn't deserve that sort of abuse. And the thing is, they don't really care about the wife, they would be perfectly fine for the abuser to keep on abusing, because it improves their long term prospects of being able to move in. See they think that if such a rotten human can get himself hooked up that way, imagine if they could be just slightly less rotten. It would be a great way to get what they want and not really have to change much at all. Jumping over that low bar would be super easy.
Watch, if he does decide to try and work his way back in the door in four years, the so called "dirty dozen," will be the first ones to crow about how he nearly derailed the peaceful transition of power, at least during the primary. In the general, that commie boyfriend will suddenly make a comeback. I'm telling you 'Murica, we are being abused by more than just that orange buffoon.
Thursday, October 8, 2020
What World do you live in?
The Word always creates. And words always create.
The idiot, by definition, is simply a man who has talked himself into a world all his own.
-Robert Farrar Capon, Hunting the Divine Fox
Sunday, September 27, 2020
An Open (love) Letter
Dear Rural America,
I love you a lot. I have been your son, your pastor, your biggest fan. I have lived with you for years and been through a lot with you. I know a lot about what makes you happy and what keeps you up at night, and that is why I love you. But lately I have become a bit worried about you, because you seem to be buying something that is not good for you (and no I'm not talking about those deep fried twinkies at the fair). I'm trying very hard to remember how good you are in your heart, so I'm going to start this with saying that I understand one of your greatest woes. It is the woe that you sit at your kitchen table and lament, it is the woe that pervades your churches and your school boards.
It is quite simply the fact that your children are leaving you. They are leaving you for the "big city," even if the "big city" isn't really big or even a city. For the years I have spent with you I sympathized, I heard your explanation about jobs and opportunity, I listened with great empathy to the loss of a truly rural way of life that centered on growing and living things. God knows I would want that too, if it really was the way you remember it. I resonate with your Wendell Berry utopias where the people work the land and their labors produce all that they need. That's straight up biblical, promise of God sort of stuff, I love that too. The fact that the sort of agrarian dream isn't really possible these days has been a long time coming. Most farmers are far from self sufficient (except the Amish), they are perpetually in debt and rely far too much on subsidies (they don't like that one little bit either). But look, that's not the only reason your children leave.
Your children leave because they have seen more. Don't get me wrong, they all love the open fields and forests, the bonfires and the fairs, the animals and the natural beauty. What they might also love though is the theater and sushi and art museums. They might love these things because you provided a good education and some broader experiences than you had growing up. You were good parents and gave them these things, probably not realizing that it would plant seeds in their souls that would grow like they did. On top of that, they have the internet and they see the variety of the world, and being young they don't fear it like you do.
Your children leave because your world smothers them. Some of those things they see out there in the world seem right and true and beautiful, but your churches (mea culpa) and your politics tell them that those things are wrong or evil. They have openly gay friends who seem well adjusted and happy. They have been taught a much healthier mode of sexuality, free from so much of the shame and guilt that has plagued such things for generations. They consider that abortion is something that might be rendered obsolete by proper education, support and contraception rather than something to be rendered criminal by the government. Most of them would rather save their righteous rage for things like racism and sexism rather than tax plans and fighting over the scraps left to us by the robber barons of big corporations. They want to save that natural world that they love so much thanks to you. The science you taught them in schools says that the ecosystem is in danger, and they're not buying all the old white guys with options in oil companies who tell them it's not.
You taught your children things about honesty and integrity, good job. The trouble is, now they expect you to live up to those lessons. When they see you vote for "the lesser of two evils," rather than really engage and expect leadership out of our government, they feel that you're betraying your own values. They see hypocrisy, even in the most utilitarian sense, as a betrayal of the sort of honest straight-shooting ideals that are the best of you. You can tell yourself it's all about jobs, lattes and avocado toast if you want, but these are your children, you know them better than that.
They won't and maybe can't tell you these things in so many words, but that's what is really going on. I know because I talked to them and I've heard the other side of the sappy facebook posts about how great country life is. I've heard them say they need to get out, for reasons that they can't always put into words, but I can hear it, and I have felt it, it's the desperate feeling that they don't really belong there anymore. They want to stay for the comforts of home and family and clean air, but they can't. And a job is usually just the excuse to get out of dodge.
I love you Rural America, but you have toxic stuff seeping out of your souls like acid mine drainage. Your young folks know, even if they can't quite name it. So they leave and hope they don't get cancer down the line. You don't need to be like the city folk, you don't need to adopt every lefty idea that comes down the pike, you should just actually be the people you honestly want to be. Many of you are Christian, and if you actually listen to what Jesus said and follow him for real, you'll be on the right track. But even for those of you who aren't particularly religious, just be honest and live with integrity. Some practical advice would be to stop watching so much TV news and read more. Spend less time trolling facebook and read an actual book.
But most important think about the people your children are becoming and be the home that they can be proud of, rather than the place they just want to escape.
Monday, September 21, 2020
When someone shows you who they are...
Woe to you Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!
For you tithe mint, dill and cumin, and have neglected the weightier matters of the law: justice and mercy and faith. It is these you ought to have practiced without neglecting the others.
You blind guides! You strain out a gnat, but swallow a camel!
-Jesus of Nazareth (The Gospel according to Matthew 23: 23-24)
I have to tell you that I was rooting for Ruth Bader Ginsburg to hold out in her battle against pancreatic cancer as strongly as I have rooted for just about anything in recent memory. I am not at all surprised that the Republican Party is now engaged in one of the most shocking acts of hypocrisy in recent memory (and we have had some good ones). What does surprise me is that they didn't even wait 24 hours to do it. I saw the headlines that RBG had passed and the headlines that Yertle the Turtle had vowed to hold confirmation hearings for Trump's nominee almost simultaneously. I am not at all surprised that the same man who solemnly defended the franchise of the voters to deny Merrick Garland even a hearing, is now flip flopping. I just sort of thought he might wait a day or two to proclaim his galling cynicism.
I have found myself reading and re-reading Matthew 23 quite a bit over the last several years, because of Jesus' repeated use of the formula: "Woe to you Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites!" There are not many charges that indict our current political system with as unavoidable a stain as that of hypocrisy. The fact that our highest court full of people we actually call "justices" will now have two people who are there because of a miscarriage of justice in the form of a blatant and cynical political maneuver (Gorsuch who should be Garland, and whoever this might be), two people (Kavannaugh and Thomas) who were credibly accused of misconduct (at least in Thomas' case the matter was fully prosecuted rather than summarily dismissed), is a rather dire summation of where we are as a culture vis a vis actual justice being done.
I understand that the skillful practice of law sometimes involves pulling the strings in the books and finding the loopholes. I get that justice might be somehow served in convicting Al Capone of tax evasion rather than any of the myriad acts of violence he undoubtedly had on his hands. I get that winning a not guilty verdict based on procedural missteps by police and prosecutors may put the guilty back on the street. I know that the practice of law can be messy, but when it comes to things like the Supreme Court of the United States, the symbolism and the perception really matter much more than they do at the Charles County Circuit court. There is a certain austerity to the proceedings of the SCOTUS that stands us all in good stead, unless of course it becomes tainted by political machinations, which it already is and which will, unavoidably, be worse however this turns out.
If we could go back in time and stop the Borking of Robert Bork, would it help? Maybe, but ones suspects there were many off ramps on the road to this place we currently stand. Unless a Delorean pulls up with a pair of flaming tire tracks, or a blue police box materializes, I guess we can't really know. The fact of the matter is that right now we have yet another case where the majority of the country is hoping that four Republicans will have the spine to stand up to Yertle the Turtle King as he barks orders from the top of his stack of turtles, which is imminently in danger of collapsing and tossing him into the mud. Our founding fathers, as white, landowning males, feared the tyranny of the majority, they did not actually want the uneducated masses who worked their plantations and dug in their mines to actually set the agenda for their nation. However, they had this high-minded idea of democracy, which was an untested experiment in 1776, which drew them to create institutions that might rule without a tyrant, and which might stand a chance of providing liberty and justice for all.
Even if we take their flaws into account, you have to admit we're letting them down right now, when we tolerate this sort of behavior from any of our elected leaders. Without engaging in false equivalence I can say that if I ever see a Democrat displaying the level of hypocrisy that is going on in the Republican Senate right now, I will not vote for them, not because I would necessarily disagree with the action, but because integrity matters, consistency and constancy matter. If they could be this cynical and hypocritical, they are not trustworthy to hold power. The poet Maya Angelou said, "When someone shows you who they are, believe them."
I do, and I will not forget this. However, I am also conscious of the fact that my anger in this moment is prone to lead me down the path of hatred, and that I will not forget either. I will mock Yertle the Turtle, but I will not hate him. He makes my blood boil, but I will not let him poison my soul. I will root for his fall into the mud as much as I rooted for RBG to prolong her earthly sojourn. I have some degree of confidence that it will come, because pride and arrogance have a way of biting their practitioners.
"Truly I tell you, all this will come upon this generation." (Mt 23: 36)