Friday, June 16, 2017
Still, yesterday I witnessed a miracle of unity and love on CNN: Democrat Chuck Schumer and Republican Mitch McConnell acting like buds at the congressional baseball game. What produced this miraculous love-in? Nothing motivates congressmen to oppose partisan violence more than discovering they're the targets. Poor homies and rednecks are acceptable collateral damage. But a civil war that puts a bullet in a congressman's ass goes too far. (I would suggest we merely attach battery cables to their nipples until they get some work done.) That congressman is a valued spouse and parent, but so are most of the casualties in this escalating civil war that media and politicos consider a game.
Consider the dirty bombs set off in this dirty civil war. During the recent campaign, Republicans scored cheap points with underemployed workers by promising Mexico's unlikely and unnecessary funding for the border security wall. Since the election, Democrats have been attempting a coup by any means possible. First, there was nonstop media coverage of a Trump/Russia conspiracy they had no hard evidence for, combined with a conspiracy of silence among Washington insiders who knew it was mostly untrue. Then, there was illegal dishonorable leaking by the Comey cabal to force a special investigation that would at least disable the government till the next election.
As the wise historian said, "A great civilization is not conquered from without, until it has destroyed itself from within." If America wants bloodless coups, followed by bloody coups, followed by take-no-prisoners war, followed by collapse, long departed Romans and Mayans testify that we can surely have it. However, partitioning the coasts from the prairies (like India from Pakistan and Bangladesh) might avert a coming dark age of mutual destruction. If we can't make America great again, wouldn't a bitter divorce and moving on with our lives be better than beating each other to a pulp in front of the children?
I know my musings are odd and inappropriate, because I missed the meeting where God announced that America is his favorite and indivisible country. But should he ever unexplainably change his mind, it's something to think about. The only other option is for Americans to change their minds and the cycle of human history by truly respecting other folks' right to think, speak, and vote. That miracle would make the ancient Romans and Mayans stand up in their tombs and applaud.
Thursday, May 18, 2017
A crocodile thrashes beneath me. The squawking and dripping of the rainforest where Mel Gibson filmed Apocalypto and Sean Connery filmed Medicine Man surround three sides of my cozy wood cabin that overhangs a lily-choked shore and overlooks a mist-shrouded isle broadcasting monkey chatter across the glassy lake. It’s Christmas in the jungle. The lush fertility extends to a curvaceous young form peacefully dozing under the blanket beside me and deeply inhaling from the cool oxygenated air. I recall a perfect day.
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Tuesday, February 21, 2017
In a globalized world, tribes and faiths must intermingle. For everyone to have the right to live their moral convictions, nobody can have the right to make others do so. I prefer that all women who meet with me wear the neckline shown on young Le Pen in this photo.