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Riptide

Summer                                                                  Moon of the Summer Solstice

Worked here two summers
Johns-Manville factory ruins: Alexandria, Indiana I worked here for two summers.

A nearby neighbor, Ian, with a wonderful Scot’s accent, dropped by yesterday to inquire about our fence, wondering who built it. After I gave him Mike Van Hee’s number, we talked. Ian doesn’t want Scottish independence, nor did he want Great Britain to leave the E.U. But, he said, Scottish independence seems inevitable now. The Scots voted very pro-remain.

The undertow of populism has created a riptide in the ocean of contemporary Western politics. It drug under the E.U.’s record of no member losses since 1950 and may drag down even more. Our favorite right wing populist, the Hairdo, happened to be in Scotland working on his golf course there. Turns out he’s delighted with Brexit. The Brits took back their country, he said. Just like he wants Americans to take back their country. From whom? Well, not really sure, but those who’ve made us not great. You know who you are.

Coming from a part of Indiana racked by the economic woes of the 1970’s, principally those emanating from failing Detroit car manufacturers, I know this disturbance in the force of American politics has a long tail. Those who used to be able to care for their family with a blue-collar job, and care for it well, have lost those jobs. Long ago. The creative destruction of the market economy doesn’t look so creative from the streets of Alexandria, Indiana.

the edge of town, Alexandria
the edge of town, Alexandria

I both understand and agree with the anger and frustration felt by working class Americans. I prefer the Occupy movement’s response, the Bernie Sanders’ response over the raw anger demagoguery of the Donald, but the underlying political stimulus is the same in all three cases. No nation can withstand millions of its working age citizens relegated to McJobs or no jobs at all. History teaches us that there will be a reckoning when folks get locked out of the means to care for themselves and their loved ones.

That reckoning seems on the verge of breaking through the hard crust of traditional politics. It’s important and necessary, like a fever breaking, but the disjunction such a reckoning can foster is hard to predict. Just ask the residents of France during the French revolution or the Russians at the turn of the last century. The unintended and the unexpected will predominate. Like Brexit. Watch out.

American Horror Story

Beltane                                                Moon of the Summer Solstice

Here’s another strange phenomenon with the American nightmare. Each time a mass shooting happens, no matter the apparent motivation, no matter the carnage, pro-gun forces use it to emphasize how we need more guns. And, in another very peculiar and sad phenomenon, organizations like the NRA convince gun owners or would be gun owners that the ensuing backlash will, this time, restrict weapons purchases. The result? More people buy guns.

This is a world of inverted value, a world in which George Orwell would have felt at home, a world of a never ending Feast of Fools. Common sense notions like people use guns to kill other people become a rallying cry for increasing gun ownership.

The American dream. Yes, a true and continuing nightmare from which we seem unable to awake. Gunpowder falls over us like an evil pixie dust. People die beneath its enchantment. What other than a curse could explain the twisted logic we find in our newspapers, our online news sources?

Into this toxic environment clomps the drum major of fear’s dark parade: Donald Trump. Could he be the Lord of Misrule who finally captures real power? If we wish to sleep peacefully in our own beds, he had better be stopped. Otherwise angry dreams will more and more intrude on waking life, making this great country a Day of the Dead version of itself.

Terrorism or Good Old American Homegrown Violence?

Beltane                                                     Moon of the Summer Solstice

Orlando. The Pulse shooting. A strange phenomenon is emerging in the reporting of mass shootings, at least strange to me. A question arises early in the news cycle. Was it an act of terrorism? There is then a back and forth about the shooter, their background, their possible motivations. If it’s determined that the shooter had jihadi links, then we put the act over here with a smug “I told you so.” See the Donald’s reaction to Pulse.

On the other hand, if the shooter does not seem to have Middle Eastern terrorist ties, then it becomes a person who was mentally ill and yet another instance, from the NRA perspective, where a gun was misused. No need to control the tool which, like plague bacteria, spreads death in its wake.

Do you see the strangeness here? The peculiar and often commented upon violent tendencies in American culture have become indistinguishable from the very enemy we fight. So much so that an initial analysis is required to separate good old homegrown American violence, just another mass shooting by some whack job, from an act of venal terrorism.

Pogo, “I have seen the enemy and he is us.” I said it before here. The NRA must be seen an organization that supports terrorism, both domestic and foreign. It’s policies have led directly to the rise in mass violence. Let’s shut it down.

Hillary, Yes

Beltane                                                               Moon of the Summer Solstice

Hillary. Not my candidate. Not my politics. Though. A hell of lot closer to me than that one with the hair. Even so. A woman.

Back in the early seventies I was in seminary in New Brighton, Minnesota. It was there that the feminist movement and I made solid contact. My girlfriend of the time, Tina, and my then best friend’s wife, Carol, began going to conscious raising sessions. Still drinking at that point I would grab David and we’d head out to the bar for what I called conscious lowering sessions. It took me a while to get it. But not too long.

Once the notion of patriarchy and sexism became clear to me I began to change. The sixties and the anti-war movement had not been a feminist moment, but those of us involved back then, men and women alike, had been self-educated in criticism/self-criticism. Not the Marxist variety, but the internal, self-directed challenges to establishment thinking which made many of us say no to the draft, avoid careers in business, and fight the government directly through marches, guerilla theater, saying hell no, I won’t go.

Another fundamental shift in our thinking, our behavior, was possible, I believe, because of those years struggling against the military-industrial complex. This time the foe was not Congress, not the President or the Selective Service, but ourselves. We were all children of the fifties, Leave It to Beaver and Father Knows Best. A time when women appeared with fond affection for kitchen appliances in magazine and television ads. A time when, still, women changed their minds just because, you know, they were women. Women, no matter how well educated, stayed at home once children, their primary mission, came into the family. These were our mothers, the models for what a woman’s role was.

Hillary was one of us. So was Bill. Hard as it is to imagine the early seventies are now forty years in the past. Forty years is not so long in the life of a culture and its bedrock assumptions, but over those forty years women’s lives opened up, blossoming into the sort of possibilities appropriate to those who hold up half the sky. Yet our political culture proved very resistant, especially at the presidential level. Now, though, Hillary is the first female candidate for president representing a major political party in the U.S.

The fact that she is so disliked is a raised fist for the success of the feminism. She’s disliked for actions she’s taken as a person wielding power. She’s not being dismissed because of her gender. She’s being disagreed with as a person of significance. Of course, there is much sexism in resistance to her candidacy, but it needs to be cloaked in the phony Benghazi incident or her use of an email server-while Secretary of State.

Even though Hillary is not my first choice, even though her politics are more centrist than my own, I’m excited and proud to have her running for the presidency. In fact, thinking of first Barack Obama, then Hillary as candidates of the Democratic Party almost restores my faith in party politics. Almost. I will not vote for Hillary because she’s a woman. I’ll vote for her because she’s the politician left standing that most closely represents my politics.

But that she’s the one left standing makes me proud of our country. It makes me as proud of our country, ironically, as Trump makes me ashamed and bewildered.

 

The Madhatter Zone and Kairos

Beltane                                                                             Running Creeks Moon

This is no longer a silly season. We’ve passed over silly into the Madhatter zone. How did the richest and most powerful country in the world, renowned for its democratic experiment, manage to nominate for the presidency two its most reviled citizens? This is a question that will puzzle the world, this country, political scientists, pundits and historians for decades. Not, to make it all that much worse, that there were any really better options. A crazed Texan whom nobody liked? A sneaky far right winger with a Cuban pedigree? An Ohio governor who masked a cruel streak? An aging and not very presidential democratic socialist from the Green Mountain State? This is the best we can do?

Feeling the Bern, for those us of a leftist persuasion, has been great fun, but he was no more presidential in his way that triumph of skyscraper buffoonery, Donald Trump. Hillary does have the chops, the gravitas for the job, I’ll give her that. And, it may have to be enough this year. As a country, we simply cannot afford to put an idiot in the Whitehouse. Hillary is a centrist, a hawk and definitely uninspiring.

The people who raise her negatives are not all boiling over tea party crackpots. She’s wonky and sort of anti-charismatic. Her inability to reach younger women has put a bright line down in the lane markers of contemporary feminism. Older women who want a woman, a competent, dues paid up woman like Hillary are in a slow lane to the right of the millennials who want what the feminist revolution promised, to choose a candidate based on her politics, not her gender. This may be one of the larger ironies of our time. The very success of mid to late 20th century feminism has made breaking the ceiling with the toughest glass difficult for one its champions.

I wish I could view this as a phenomenon, a circus act, a sideshow moment in our political history. This way to see the most incredible hair in all of American politics. See the amazing slippery Hillary explain it all. It’s not, though.

It’s a time Christian theologians of the crisis school would call kairotic. A time of kairos, a time that requires action, definitive action that will dramatically affect the future. Climate change has a deadline and that deadline is 2050. If we don’t reduce the use of fossil fuels by 80% by 2050, a huge amount, then the degree of climate change that will be baked in will alter our grandchildren’s world beyond our recognition.

This single issue has many political inflection points: fracking, tar sands, the whole Middle East mess, the funding of terrorism, how to support renewable fuels, funding new modes of transportation, shifting the world’s manufacturing and home heating energy sources and perhaps most importantly the economic impacts of all these.

Climate change and its hydra headed nature is not, however, the only critical issue. The continued rise of Asia, China and India foremost there, will change the geopolitical nature of our world, already has changed it. The tensions in the South China Sea are a leading indicator. India, within the next decade, will pass China as the world’s most populous country. How these two Asian giants manage their economies, their militaries, their internal politics will demand creative responses in U.S. foreign policy.

Internally, we have an economy that has thrust a demagogue and a left-wing populist into national prominence. This is a gilded age more patinaed than that other Gilded Age which Mark Twain satirized. The fault lines in our economy are many. The un or undereducated young have an unemployment rate of 17.8% according to today’s New York Times. The radical union busting of the post-Reagan era, all too successful, has diminished the clout of those in working class jobs like hotel cleaners, janitors, minimum wage factory workers, convenience store clerks, fast food workers.

Meanwhile, the gutting of Glass-Steagall led to the very catastrophe it was enacted to prevent, runaway banks and cunning, rather than sensible, financial instruments and markets. This had the perverse effect of giving the already muscular top 1% of our economic elite a sustained regime of fiscal steroids leading directly to the dangerously top heavy accumulation of wealth in our distributional pyramid. It’s more of an inverted pin really, a pinhead of unimaginably concentrated power and a thin column of those who barely count economically. This is a recipe for revolution, a recipe which has already led to Trump and Sanders, the mildest menu items on the list.

The Black Lives Matter movement continues a history of our nation long struggle to open our society to descendants of the enslaved. Changing demographics will alter the relative power of Latinos, African-Americans, Asians, Native Americans and Whites. The surge of angry white men wanting to make America Great Again is an attempted stiff arm to the increasingly powerful rush of these forces.

Finally, although not at all really the end, we have in the West, where I know live, a movement, the SageBrush Rebellion, which wants to take public lands and turn them over to state control, eventually for sale to private parties. This movement is a quixotic but potent mix of NRA supporters, libertarians, would be right-wing revolutionaries, ranchers, constitutional wingnuts. All of them find the economic and demographic changes going on now threatening in the extreme. The economies of the West are often fragile, subject to market forces beyond their control and now water issues made more difficult by a changing climate.

None of these are trivial matters, none of them will be blustered away or easily solved, even with the best of intentions. The world, our planet, needs, deserves leadership that will address these problems, not avoid them. Given the choices in this madhatter political season here in the U.S., I say Hillary. She’s the best still standing.

 

Good Weather, Bad Weather

Spring                                                                            Maiden Moon

Exercised last night for the first time after the cortisone injection. Much better, not twinge free, but almost. This is hopeful to me, suggesting I may have, at least for a while, a means of calming the arthritis in my knee. Until it was gone, I didn’t realize how much pain and discomfort my knee had caused in my whole leg. Better living through chemicals.

There are different metrics everywhere for what constitutes good and bad weather. More snow on the way today here and more in the forecast for next week. All this is good news for the snowpack and for wildfire suppression, at least for now.  Even the dreaded hurricane has good news, too. It serves an important meteorological function, distributing fresh water over large swaths of land. I’ve not see a positive remark about tornadoes and having lived around them for a third of my life I can’t come up with one on my own. Drought seems to be like tornadoes. No good word for excessive dryness. The monsoons and their torrential rains are seen as a blessing in India.

Heavy snow in Colorado is usually a good thing, even if it causes traffic snarls and power outages. In Minnesota really heavy snow could be an inconvenience for a long time.

If the worst should come to pass, and I’m convinced it won’t, and Trump or Cruz becomes president, going to Canada or elsewhere won’t be a real option. Either of these guys would need to be fought and those of us with time and inclination will be needed. I still see no reason to doubt that Trump will get the Republican nomination-and break the party as he does-and Hillary will both get the Democratic nomination and win the presidency. Still.

OMG!

Spring                                                                                     Maiden Moon

Blew the driveway twice in the same day for the first time this winter. Not sure how much snow we got, but the water content is very high. A good thing. Maybe 1 foot, maybe a bit less. (between 16 & 20 inches, actually) Knee held up through both times. Good sign, I think.

Head spinning as I read political news. Jeb Bush endorses Ted Cruz. Apparently some young shrub in Texas may be the next hedge hope for the White House and he’ll need Cruzian support. Cruz himself wants a police guard on Muslim neighborhoods in the U.S. Trump would close our borders until we got things sorted out. Like watching a building demolition in slow motion, seeing the Republican party try to make sense of the mess they have wrought.

Come On

Imbolc                                                                              Maiden Moon

The silly season. Amplified. A Congress that has done nothing but obstruct governance, especially the House of Representatives, now finds the upper house in the news for a stunning decision to avoid their constitutional duties of advice and consent. The Senate Republicans have chosen a politically odd position: we will not hold hearings and certainly not a vote on a new Supreme Court Justice to replace Antonin Scalia.

The calculations involved are cynical. No big news there, but let’s call it what it is. The GOP has had a mostly congenial court for several years with five conservative justices and they’d like to keep it that way. So they position themselves as the people’s champion under the slogan, Let the people decide by electing a President.

I’d say this is a big gamble on their part, on two fronts. First, the Republicans have more to lose in Senate seats up this year than Democrats. This intransigent stand, clearly against Senate traditions, US political history and the Senate’s constitutional responsibilities should hurt Republicans most in the races for Senate. I hope. Second, and even more likely, when Hillary trounces Trump, she’ll nominate a candidate even further left than Obama has. Then, the Senate will be one down publicly after this silly season debacle.

The Supreme Court matters. A lot. And this change will create more conflict as the months roll on.

Vega, Trump, Knee

Imbolc                                                                          Valentine Moon

Vega’s culture for the source of an infection in her wound has given her what we hope is the last hurdle in her recovery from the amputation, an antibiotic resistant form of e-coli. It’s only sensitive to two rarely used antibiotics, one $400 for a tiny vial, the other one $40. Guess which one we chose.

She’s feeling much better and once this infection gets resolved and her wound closed, today for the wound, her path goes back to the original one with four weeks or so to stitches out.

The Donald is similar to this e-coli. He’s an establishment Republican resistant organism and the micro-biologists of the GOP strategists have not yet found the antibiotic that will work against him. Like such organisms in medicine he represents a genuine, serious threat to the well-being of the party. Super Tuesday seemed a good breeding ground for the infection as the lab reports came in from states in the south. At some point overwhelming sepsis may result and the host organism may succumb. More to come.

And, in personal organ recital news, my doc yesterday told me I had osteoarthritis in my left knee and “will probably require a new knee at some point.” I’m channeling my buddy Mark Odegard’s path. First prostate cancer, then a bum knee. Sigh. Anyhow a cortisone injection is in my immediate future since my kidney disease means no nsaids. I hope it works because I want to be mobile for the Asia trip next month. Full disclosure: the thought of a needle probing my knee scares me a bit.

America

Imbolc                                                                    Valentine Moon

Let’s make America great again.  Degerrymander Congress. Encourage immigration and the resettlement of refugees like we promise on the Statue of Liberty. Repeal right to work laws and Taft-Hartley. Restore Glass-Steagall. Make sure no one goes without medical care, a decent education or affordable housing. Raise the minimum wage nationally. Make it clear that public lands in the West will not only stay public, but will be subject to tighter restrictions on use for profit. Make sure emissions decline by 80% by 2050 and fall to zero by 2100. That’d be a good start.

We could even get red, white and blue ball caps. “Let’s make America great again” on the back and one of these ideas on the front. Collect all 8!

Eliminate Fox “news.” I know, this is censorship and would run afoul of the First Amendment, so it won’t happen. Still.

Another tack is to recognize what makes us great right now. Our pluralistic democracy has plenty of rents in its fabric, but we’re still the country built on a political idea, not an ethnic group. In other words, even with our flaws we’re still, as my old buddy Ronald Reagan used to say, a shining city on a hill. We invent things, come up with new ideas, push boundaries. This land that is our land has mountains, deserts, oceans, farmland, prairies, Great Lakes and mighty rivers. It is a natural wonder and we get to live here. Our economy is strong and resilient. It could be made more so by throttling back corporate power and the flood of money into our political life.

One more idea. Let’s seek the things that unite us, rather than those which divide us. Here’s a specific example. Many of the folks from my hometown of Alexandria, Indiana served in the military. Their parents, and most of them, were also members of a labor union, the UAW. Currently, support of things military is a wedge issue for many of high school classmates, one that seems to line them up on the Republican side. Even so, their awareness of economic justice issues and one of the best solutions to them, labor unions, lines up with those who want progressive change in the workplace and in work itself. Perhaps a pro-veteran, labor union positive policy position could nudge my friends from home back toward a liberal perspective.