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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.

 

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.

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.

 

We Love Violence

Imbolc                                                                         New Valentine Moon

It’s here! It’s here! Superbowl Sunday. Christmas for a certain swath of the population. Chips, cheese, beer, groans and cheers.

Superbowl L. Oh, wait. They’re going with Superbowl 50. Abandoning the pretentious Roman numerals. Why? I imagine, too confusing. Superbowl L what? La de da? Laredo? Last?

The fan base is doing their predictably silly things. Yesterday in the Denver Post there was a guy with an orange Darth Vader mask. There will be, too, shirtless pot-bellied men slathered with team colors and shouting incoherently. What’s not to love about American football?

Smart money says Colorado weeps this evening as Cam Newton spirals over the Denver D and into Superbowl history. As the football equivalent of a Cubs fan, I still root for the Vikings. Sort of. So I don’t have the emotional investment that, say, grandson Gabe does. As Gabe says, “The Vikings suck! Broncos rule!”

We’ll be at Jon and Jen’s today, couched and snacked, watching CBS collect the fat rolls as the Superbowl commercial competition heats up again. Then, there’ll be the half-time show. With Coldplay? I thought nobody liked Coldplay. And in between all this fun grown, very large men will push each other around, run and jump, pirouette and smash.

And sneaking up on me occasionally will be this notion of professional football as slow motion human sacrifice. As one commentator on the article that used this phrase said about us Americans, “We love violence.”

 

OMG

Yule                                                                                       Stock Show Moon

My 2015 summary from SecureHorizons, our AARP medicare advantage plan, shows all you need to know that our healthcare system is broken, badly broken. In 2015 I had prostate cancer and as a result had a surgical procedure to remove my prostate, so it was an expensive year with biopsies, diagnosis, procedure and follow-up. I also had a series of physical therapy sessions for an arthritic neck and its left shoulder, elbow and hand sequelae.

Total billed to Securehorizons for the year: $101,000.

Total paid by Securehorizons for the year:    $12,000.

Our share:                                                                   $850.

First reaction might be, really good news! Look how little you had to pay, Charlie, for such an enormous bill. Uh huh. Look more at how little Securehorizons paid for such an enormous bill, about 1/8 or 12% of the total billed. This vast-$78,000-discrepancy says nobody knows what healthcare costs. Nobody knows what’s fair.

Take my very small piece of the total healthcare expenditures in 2015 and extrapolate these ratios. Say hospitals and physicians and other therapies billed $10,000,000,000 to insurance companies. Following the ratio in my 2015 report insurance companies would pay to those vendors approximately $1,200,000,000. That would leave a discrepancy of $7,800,000,000. What happens to the supposed expenses covered by discrepancy? Do hospitals and physicians and therapists go out of business? No, they live to bill another year when the whole sorry mess repeats.

It takes no analytical subtlety to smell the rot. We need to get out from under all these private insurance companies and their administrative rules, their negotiated deals.

Kate’s hair-dresser, to illustrate another problem with this mess, went to the ER when a partially removed splinter in her hand created swelling that made it impossible for her to use her scissors. No work, no money. She had the self-employed persons typical high deductible policy. An E.R. doc removed the splinter. Bill: doc=$1,500, e.r. admittance=$1,800. She refused to pay $3,300 for a splinter removal, stayed resolute and got an 80% reduction in her bill.

Colorado will have a referendum this year to create the first single-payer health plan in the United States. I’m voting for it.

Election 2016

Yule                                                                              Stock Show Moon

My sister wrote me today from Singapore: “I’ve never seen such an election as this one-I can’t stand the thought of the Trump as president-is it possible ??? Just seems to so much press here…”

My answer to her follows. It’s how I see the election right now:

His main appeal is to white folks left behind by the current Gilded Age. Is it possible he could be the Republican nominee? Increasingly, amazingly, it seems so. But the Republican establishment, the old and big money doesn’t want him. What he’s doing is splitting the GOP base. That means he’ll be weaker in a general election.

The new demographics of the U.S. imply that people of color, especially Latinos, and younger voters plus the traditional Democratic base of liberal whites, especially women hold the key to the Presidency. If they turn out, and that’s always the big question with the Democratic vote, no Republican candidate has a chance.

However. Both Sanders (my guy) and Hillary have substantial downsides. Still, in an election in which Trump is the alternative I believe the Democratic base will rally-out of revulsion if nothing else.

It is a peculiar election. The one that bears the most resemblance in recent memory might be when George Wallace ran as a third party candidate. He was a right wing populist, too. He carried Indiana and changed its politics ever after. By encouraging the southern diaspora to vote against their economic self-interests, essentially through racist appeals, he moved those voters out of the liberal union voter camp into what would become Nixon’s moral majority and the Reagan Democrats of later years. Much more conservative.  Many of those folks are now in the Tea Party or are rabidly pro-Trump.

One man’s view from the top of Shadow Mountain.