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A Commercial Break: What We Believe (Part Three-A)

 

Coming up in the forecast we have the following radical weather patterns, simultaneously:

It’s like a bomb dropped.  The confused citizens all scurry and wonder what to do with all that ash that they’re sweeping up?  Look at those broken trees, crushed by the snow.  Those trees still standing look dead already, perhaps destined for a thousand year future as an artifact with whatever species arises from the disaster we have brought upon ourselves.

Those future archaeologists will crack into the crust of the earth, witnessing the glazed over remnants of our shattered past.  They will develop historical theories, as we do today, confronted with a mystery from the past.  They develop ideas: “Five hundred years after the fall there must have been some devastating sort of apocalypse.  Or was it a meteorite, the traditional extinction event progenitor.  Maybe an endless, godforsaken war (we don’t know, yet, exactly what the war was all about.)  Were they evolved out,  rendered extinct by what came to be us, the thousand year future?

Perhaps fall victim to some crazy pandemic!  An apparent example of the earth getting its sweet revenge, punishing us for being so careless and stupid.  Did we all just drink and fart ourselves to death, sitting around soft and getting fatter, eating all the food we know isn’t good for us?  We sit around miserably, shuffling and scratching our pustulocystic bodies, watching the end of the world on TV.

this photo, by one of the best live tornado news sites, has the ominous title: “First Tornado of the Day is in Oklahoma.”  My broadcast is live at just past midnight, January 18, 2020, until however long it takes to shoot this piece.  All three photos, thus far, happened, or are continuing to happen since the second day of this month.  Here are a few more as the five hundred word clock is winding down and we will return once more to our regularly scheduled program, What We Believe (Part Three), coming to this site before soon.

And yet still eternal out in the California desert–a place which has been the zone of some of the worst things to happen on land and earth–scattered corpses hacked to pieces and bitten and torn by vultures, and rodents of a size that no one outside the dry land has ever seen before.

And here we find this quiet scene, a soothing lull for a moment, until you open up your eyes and fall witness to the horror:

And so we smooth our ways back into the ongoing political piece, play-by-play until Election Day:

 

  • What We Believe will contain analysis of the growing trends and moral direction our nation is taking as we bound into the end run of yet another election we will  call “the most consequential of our lives” (until 2024, new chaos)–and maybe it is!  I would certainly consider it a contender, a social struggle rarely seen.  Well, anyway, it is almost five hundred words and it should be time to resume our broadcast–
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What We Believe (Part Two): “The Bracket”

 

So the presidential bracket is set, one looking at six, five versus two, four and three partial clones, the last rankings of the populist voice for the Democrats.  Tonight, (1/14/2020), should be a bloodbath.  You got Bernie “Exasperated Rage,” Sanders

going after Elizabeth “Lizzy” Warren,

brawling three vs. four.  Two and five should be a savage, two snapping wits cracking the whip, demanding that their opposition yield.  Amy “Don’t Fuck With Me” Klobuchar,

number ranks five, going at hard-hitting number two, “Charming” Pete Buttigieg!

This is a battle that could go either way, the sharp Mrs. Klobuchar looking to rattle the young man,  smiling stern siren scolding–(I can imagine her as a great parent, smart and vulgar and cool, no doubt wishing she were home with those she loves.  She’s a fun mom with a cool career, who takes good care of her family, and she won’t take any shit from her husband or daughter.  My guess is that she was probably a smacker when Abigail, was young, or she sulked or whined.

 

I’ll bet (odds are currently 3:1 and I’m checking the analytics; it is getting closer and closer), that Amy is guilt-ridden because sometimes-work-gets-in-the-way, and she misses her family, and she’s so-sorry that-she’s-too-busy and she can’t-spend-any-time-with-them  At the same time she needs everyone just to shut-the-fuck-up-for-a-little-while-and-give-me-time-to-think!  “Talk to your father!” she has snarled numerous times, I’m sure, “I don’t have time for any of your bullshit!”  Then off to the office to fight what she is intellectual enough to believe is an existential crisis, Trump.

 

Amy has no time for that pertinent-little-prick, Buttgieg.  Yeah he’s-smart, and, certainly, he-is-one-hell-of-a-politician, He’ll probably be-president-someday, too; but he is a voice of the future and we can only live in-the-now.  We must fight-for-the-future without going crazy with equal-and-opposite-rage.  This has happened within the pro-Trump opposition too.  Both sides are irrational, and somehow they do not recognize their own faces-in-mirror-images, back when Trump finally jumped into the fight, going  after the championship belt.  King Donald!  Or President.  Or whatever, as long as he’s in charge.  This flame fans the far left today too, and the pro-Trump have somehow transmogrified into the smug Democrats of the late Obama years, still-in-charge and looking-to-leave-you-in-the-dust-!

 

Senator Klobuchar wants to bring a calm to the nation.  Shhh!  Quiet down.  Yeah, we’ve been thoroughly fucked over by this slaughterhouse of the last three years, but you can’t tear the whole system down.  That’s what they want to do.  They’re doing it well too.  It’s lunacy–sheer lunacy!  Do you want the world to keep freaking out over everything?  Sit down.  Calm down.  Take a fucking breath!

 

“Handsome” Pete Buttigieg has a lot of things going for him, which is why I rank him at 2.  First off all he is really damn smart, and has a great personality.  He’s professional and is disciplined enough to keep the message steady.  He has an apparent genuine decency.  He scores points for integrity.  He also has a boyish mischievousness and sarcasm sometimes gets him into trouble.  He’s an excellent defensive player, swatting aside a modestly inappropriate statement with a laugh.  I’m sure this characteristic made him very popular with his fellow soldiers–Pete don’t take shit from nobody!

 

One of the highlights of the fight should be the gender issue.  This is very complicated, of course, the fire over the possibility of Bernie Sanders having barked “A woman can’t win!” right in Elizabeth Warren’s face.  This works well one-on-one for Klobuchar versus Warren.  “Yeah,” Amy sniggers, “I am going to crush thin ‘Lizzy,’ and the gender equality issue will be mine!  I’m a much better candidate for national consensus.” And she certainly is, a genuine moderate with some serious civil liberties leanings.  And for all Senator Warren’s academic braininess,  Senator Klobuchar is every bit as sharp, just not always in Warren’s own expertise.  Amy more so has a real-person-who-cares presence.

 

And Warren certainly cares too.  But she has been a victim of the media, painting her on both sides by ramping up the slurs and complaints other people are baying.  She is clearly a radical on everything, now, this studious and sometimes silly woman.  She’s a real awkward professor type, someone whose class you enjoy and you like her a lot, but you still roll your eyes while she goes on and on and on, trying to teach you her point.

 

The problem for Amy is that this is a battle of precedent and prejudices.  If anything in politics (as well as other forms of sports and entertainment), the word “precedent” means breaking a glass ceiling made from the stitched up shards of the glass.  Obama really smashed his head through it.  The prejudiced people went wild, and the smug victors went wildly condescending, inventing a left wing “aloof” sort of “I’ll pray for you,” just like the modern irrational Christian Far Right, where people see Santa Claus with his sled and his reindeer on fire, or Jesus Christ, pissed off and coming to punch the Antichrist in the face.   Or maybe it’s the 7th or 12th Mahdi, whichever one is Sunni and Shea.  Perhaps some other prophet we never suspected, the Spaghetti Monster making Itself known.  They see the tearing of the seventh seal, Donald Trump kicking open the gates because his sons want to shoot the Four Horses ridden by the Horsemen of Apocalypse.

 

Mayor Pete–a homosexual from a Midwestern state–can use this to great advantage in the forthcoming vote in Iowa.  Who do people hate more?  One from the increasingly complicated acronym that represents every new designation of gender or sexuality–LGBTQQIP2SAA, (looking more like a product number than a fully inclusive group)?  Or is it women?

 

This is a difficult question to answer and we are likely to find out right there in Iowa, perhaps the perfect political leanings to narrow down the qualities that, at least today, represent the people who actually get you elected.

 

My suspicion is that Pete ekes this one out.  Amy will look better, and school the little-boy-she-really-doesn’t-like in how to ‘get!’ someone in a debate.  She respects Pete enough to show this to him by demolishing Elizabeth Warren, Bernie Sanders–certainly Joe Biden!  But women are hated more than men, still, in this increasingly fragmented world.  Men are afraid of women–they always have been.  In superstitious times some men believed that women had the power to decide the child inside them’s gender.  With so many women being born, some frightened men suspected they were being bred out.  And another truth–many women do not trust other women.  Think about young girls in school–the cruel, petty nastiness of teenage girls.  I used to be a High School teacher and I defined the differences between boys and girls like this: “Boys?  They are impulsive and stupid.  They dream hard and most of them merely watch their dreams coming true for others on TV, fellow classmates that someday they can tell their children they knew when they were young.

 

“Girls are a different sort of monster,” I have proclaimed numerous times.  “No, girls are just mean.  They pick on each other in the most devastatingly self-conscious ways.  The girls can make you feel like shit over anything you’re not comfortable with about yourself.  They criticize your hair, or point out a pimple on your forehead or nose, and then they all laugh.  When girls get in fights at school it never ends.  It never ends.

 

I worked in schools where there actually were quite a few fights.  Kids would jump each other, call someone a “fucking asshole” (or “fucking faggot!” depending on who was fighting), and the boys brawl in violent, chaotic rapture, clashing temper tantrums being worked off between them.  Sometimes a student (or a teacher) gets arrested.  But once it is over it is usually over.  Boys forgive easily.  This is not true with girls.

 

Fights between girls are the main event, those entertaining reflexes with guys merely the preliminaries.  No, a fight between girls is savage.  They will turn your friends against you.  They will bring their own friends in.  You might even have a sort of riot with numerous students racing around, kicking and punching and biting each other, some smashing chairs or pulling fire alarms.  One girl might set fire to some toilet paper, or break some glass.  No matter what, several of them will be suspended.  Know what happens when they come back to school?  The story isn’t over.  Something may have happened when the two of them were stuck at home (or hanging out with their friends, cutting school).  Regardless, the fight isn’t over.  It isn’t over.  The next conflagration–maybe even the very day of their return–will be both shorter and with far more violent intentions.

 

Certainly people mature.  Their mode of offense is refined.  You learn how to pitch a slider.  Women sometimes take even more glee over destroying one another than the sheer bliss of crushing a man under your middle finger.

 

The last fight won’t even happen.  Joe Biden,

still an honorary top seed, has no reason whatsoever to acknowledge Tom Steyer,

who himself suffers from the sin of being the last polite voice on the stage.  He will chirp in a few remarks, several of them likely right on point, but missed by the audience because of some controversial brouhaha Sanders or Warren get into over the price of lead, or whose version of climate change is worse, or maybe they won’t avoid the obvious and call one another liars over the latest outrage.

 

Biden will be directly on message until a subject he either knows nothing about, or doesn’t think important comes at him like a sharp right hook that staggers him.  He will wobble around for a while, holding on, until the bell rights and he can take a breath and answer the next question he can handle.

 

Steyer?  Should be gone already.  Too rich to give in so easily in something he clearly believes in.

 

Of course a few vultures still circle on the perimeter.  Michael Bloomberg

doesn’t need debates if he can hammer television and the internet continually since he threw his head into the race.  He is like a fighter who circles you and keeps flicking jabs.  They are effective, winning on the cards, and limited only by his enormous resources.  It does, however, make a boring fight.

 

Devel Patrick?

The US will tell itself that we’ve “already had the first black president” (whether you supported him or not).  Let’s give some other unprecedented name some history first–a woman or a queer.  Let ‘um both have a go at it before we go black again.  More than we hope are thinking thinking.  Others–especially the young–have decided that they really never ‘can go back.’  This is the less than 1% presently supporting Patrick, completely on the fringe despite his completely moderate resume.

 

Andrew Yang.

Is he still running?  He had a small surge, and he seems like a nice guy, but I think its over.  It took a long time to get a black man in the white house (or ‘biracial’).  How much longer before red-necked Americans and serious nativist patriots allow someone who still looks . . . foreign . . . into the highest office?  I am sure Mr. Yang already has some new invention promising to make the world a better place to sell to whichever administration claims the gauntlet.  Win-win for him.

 

I got both Klobuchar and Buttigieg winning this one, the actual winner being the one who knocks the other down in a close fight, a split decision.  Of course I also have the press fixated on the errors or “memorable moments” one of the “bigger names” commit throughout the night, once again avoiding the substance.

 

Either Warren or Sanders are on their way out, and soon too.  One will steal all of the other’s followers, eventually, and this will surge once one of them handles the gender issue best.

 

Odds*:

Buttigieg: 2.5:5

Klobuchar: 2.5:5

Warren: 6:1

Biden: 7:1

Sanders: 8:1

Steyer: 100:1

 

(* This is not a gambling site and I will take no bets.)

 

Good luck to all the partisans rooting for your hometown squad.

 

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What We Believe (Part One)

 

I watched and will once more continue to watch Presidential debates, before Iowa further narrows the field down. One of the recent debates, after the sludge that had burned out even an ardent political freak like me, those twelve candidates scattered around on a stage, all the loudmouths shouting over one another, under the rigidly sterile gaze of opposing media philosophies on what it means to be unbiased; for the viewer, our attention continues to zone in on the sad spectacle of the two or three candidates who are actually polite, their submissive hand raising merely fluttering through the hot air of all the opposing sides. We feel embarrassed for these hard sells, the fringe candidates for decency that the US has a long history of suppressing.

These coming debates, regardless of an almost universal indifference for what the fuck any of these assholes have to say, they remain on the precipice of some really significant moments where we decide exactly which way the people are willing to go? Do we desire another four years of greedy self-indulgence, quite possibly a grievous heart attack at any given moment, or are the people willing to make sacrifices, give a few things away to help instability settle down into work? Do we need to care about other people, we ask, or are we a flat cog in a blind mechanization? Can’t I keep things for myself versus how can you be so selfish?

Here is the crisis our choices will unleash upon the future. I am sorry, devout political haters, but this is more important than boredom. Listening to the actual promises every one of these people make, or the things their opponents claim they can’t get done, or some signature issue that was devised in a PR committee meeting as having the best saber-metric chart on which issue would reach the largest market.

All of these are very important things to consider when deciding which version of social revolution we will offer to our children’s generation, where they will barely sweep up the mess we’ve made for them and their children after them.

We can sneer all partisan-like, those against Trump (and, if you haven’t read my earlier pieces, I am certainly against, my admiring our President for his “gruesomely shrill, mean-spirited criminality,”) and then declare ourselves superior no matter what we support. This is the purest example I could devise of true hypocrisy. After all, look no further than the blissfully deaf hard right yahoos (in the most Swiftian stance I can muster), calling everything out of a gleefully deceitful used car salesman’s mouth ‘gospel,’ and declaring all opposition blasphemers.

They cover for sex crime scandals, adultery, bribes, intimidation, racketeering, and every different shade of corruption, willing to blame a fantasy of leftist soldiers marching in to take over the citadel.

The pro-trump ticket is like a swimming pool filled with cannibalistic barracuda. They stomp around in confused rage, desperate to believe in anything after spending whole lives being disappointed. Donald Trump, a smiling devil on the shoulder of those who have given up nearly all hope in whichever idea of fairness suits their desires best. Trump’s shouting mania is just like Howard Beale in Paddy Chayefsky’s masterpiece, Network: “I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!” People shouted this out their windows in the film. In Trumplandia people are bringing it with them into work.

The United States (and we are far from ‘united’) has to decide whether we wish to slip into extremism–surely one left turn away from descending into theocracy–or give up all the choice in life and have mama state take care of you. Note, these are extremes, but the longer we allow that rage to flourish, the more likely we are to sink further into the bog of self-righteous certainty.

This is an addition, after the New Year (potentially doomed, as with all the others, Year 2020). Through a handful of edits and a joyfully short amount of text to revise, This serves as an introduction to our next ongoing series. I would like to begin a series of commentaries and analysis on the road to the 2020 Political Super Bowl, Election Day, coming this November. Perhaps I can assume the voice of an injudicious sports caster?

I look forward to trying to identify your personal biases along the way.

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The Worst Ever?

Worst ever? Come on, we can find a number of presidents worse–one or two maybe only just as bad as the one you are condemning. Is Harding the worst because he eventually grew ashamed of his corruption, and his whole body shut down, then he died dreaming of disgrace?

 

Silent Cal followed, whispering the nation into the Great Depression.  Certainly Presidents 13, 14, 15, and 17 kicked up the most ash on the land, before, during, and after the nation was torn in half. Millard Fillmore–ugh! He was a terrible man with terrible ideas given terrible power at a terrible moment in time. Fillmore cared more about his old university’s competitive sports teams than the back and forth of everyday governance. And he liked to watch those coloreds run!

 

Pierce was a handsome creep. He would play both sides of the slavery issue to make as much money as possible for himself before the whole thing blew up in everybody’s face. Pierce knew that the Civil war was coming and he decided to just watch the kingdom burn, drinking Port and Sherry out of the horn on a Viking’s helmet.

 

James Buchanan . . . James Buchanan was such an angry man, and his continuing rise was making the whole world a lot angrier too. He didn’t care about racial or slavery issues.  He didn’t care about the Jews.  Or the Papists.  Or any of those Injuns or runaways from other nations.  He didn’t care!  He just wanted everyone to shut the fuck up!

 

Buchanan would bark racist orders at the White House slaves whom he hadn’t the time to liberate, (he would later claim that “it would just make all these “stupid, nigger problems worse!”

 

Andrew Johnson might be the absolute worst of them all (although we have avoided my personal favorite, as a historian, in the tomes of disgrace that prompted the two presidencies of Grover Cleveland, the true Prince of Toads). But Johnson was pissed off that he hadn’t had time to prepare for the world because that “coon-lover Lincoln” hadta get shot, an’ now I gotta “clean up alla this stupid, nigger mess!”

 

“We gotta round up alla them  . . . ‘former slaves,’ an then scare the light a Jesus into um! We can ride aroun’ on our horses, wearin’ secret robes” (the horses can be in robes too!), “and then we kidnap or kill somea the more “uppity” ones.  Make a symbol of um’  Think . . . beware . . .

 

Is Barrack Obama worse than these guys? Is Donald Trump?  I’m sure both of these guys can stand up to the Tea-Pot Dome scandal, or the outbreak of World War I and II.  Or plenty of the stupid, asinine trends we here in the later generations cannot help but find hideous and amoral.  Our great grandchildren will grow to realize we were all monsters too.

 

So quit saying best of all time, or worst.   People need to understand history before throwing around who was a GOAT and who just sucked? Was Wilt Chamberlain greater than them all? What about Babe Ruth? What about Aaron? Ted Williams. Willie Mays! Joe DiMaggio. Roberto Clemente and Albert Pujols. Mike Trout. Yeah Mike Trout! Brady. Johnny Unitas. LeBron. Jordan. Kobe. Gretzky. We go about comparing the past to ourselves and not bothering to consider what all our actions are offering in the future.

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The New Year and the Continuing Notion of Apocalypse

 

Guess what?  2020 is barely different than the chaos of 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016, all the way back to 1992.  I want you to think about the moment that conspiracy culture consumed American political debate, and see where we are today.

 

In 1992 when Bill Clinton was elected, it wasn’t that the right particularly supported George H. W. Bush, but that they hated the very idea of Bill Clinton, whoever the fuck he was (no one really knew).  Now Clinton, a scumbag, was not a particularly left-wing figure.  He was a greedy man, more in line with the moderate Republicans of his day, a corrupt piece of shit who was merely looking for personal profit, and somehow he was targeted by the further right (in fact merely partisan, otherwise politically on the same page–think Newt Gingrich, a petty failure today, demanding money from all of us in order to support a questionable ideology that he clearly does not believe in–https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/newt-gingrich-resistance-trump-impeachment.

 

Gingrich cannot possibly believe whatever his aides are promoting, demanding Trump’s innocence, or else he is the definition of a hypocrite–

hypocrite

 

hyp·​o·​crite | \ ˈhi-pə-ˌkrit  \

Definition of hypocrite

1a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion
2a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings
Seriously–this man who fucked someone other than his wife while she was dying of cancer–he is no different morally than Bill Clinton (or Donald Trump, for that matter), and yet he somehow still convinces partisans that he is a better person than the scumbags he attacks.
But Newt Gingrich is no longer relevant, really, other than the endless nonsense I get in my email from various right-wing promotions, decidedly not written by the celebrity names trying to convince me to give them meaningless money towards an agenda that they need to fund themselves.
The Democrats (definitely not the vaguely defined left) promote themselves like this:

Time is short, so we won’t waste a second.

Nancy Pelosi reached out this morning because what she’s seen from Trump and his top Republicans this week has her deeply concerned:

— They’re ATTACKING our Democratic Majority left and right.
— They’re VOWING to steal the Majority out from under us.
— They’ve already shoveled in over $3O MILLION just this week.

Lance, we might not be able to go dollar-for-dollar against Republicans and their billionaire donors, but we know we can rely on our grassroots Democrats to fight back.

Please, Lance, Nancy Pelosi and our entire Democratic Majority are counting on you.

Will you rush in $19 before the End of Quarter Deadline hits to make sure our Majority is fortified for years to come?

This is merely an example of the same exact thing, both left and right (or, not really, but Democrat and Republican:)

INDICTMENT!

Fellow patriot,

The Deep State is in circle-the-wagons mode now that AG Bill Barr’s investigation in full swing.

And now Obama’s Deep State agents are starting to point fingers and eat their own.

But here’s the best part: President Trump’s order for declassification of intelligence has Brennan and his Deep State comrades scurrying like rats from a sinking ship.

So… we’re doubling down on our demand for Deep State Indictments!

Brennan hopped on MSNBC after Trump’s order, and revealed his poker tell:

“My former colleagues in the intelligence community are looking upon this with great concern and worry.”

Got that?

John Brennan and his Deep State conspirator-pals are ‘concerned’.

What about?

They know that declassification of intelligence is going to expose their attempt to steal to 2016 election AND the collusion to stage a coup against President Trump!

Demand Deep State Indictments!

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Brennan was so deeply involved in the intelligence community’s collusion that he

Here’s the question for you and me: will Democrats succeed in taking down President Trump with their faux investigations or will we succeed in taking down the Deep State?

The bottom line is this: if we don’t keep MAXIMUM pressure on DC to indict the whole cast of dubious characters in the Deep State collusion – including Brennan – then the Democrats will win!

That’s why I need you to sign the Deep State Indictment Petition.

We’re inundating Congress, the White House and the DOJ with demands for justice so there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that the American people want answers.

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I mean, seriously, each partisan side promotes themselves in the same way, more or less, apocalyptic warnings about what if what if and what if.  In Ron Chernow’s magnificent biography of George Washington (https://www.abebooks.com/servlet/SearchResults?isbn=9780143119968&n=100121503&cm_sp=mbc-_-ISBN-_-used) Washington decries, “the convention’s divisive sniping, which has come to somehow define an apparently endless flaw in the American revolution.  Beyond being a a terribly conflicted man by today’s consideration (it is slavery, if nothing else, that condemns Washington to a terribly nebulous past), the eventual “father of the country” noticed numerous dangers that, prophetically, have come into being:

“Rather than quarrel about territory, let the poor, the needy, the oppressed of the earth . . . resort to the fertile plains of our western country, to the second land of promise, and there dwell in peace, fulfilling the first and great commandment.”  This is George Washington speaking, a man who owned slaves and was ashamed of himself for doing so.  He was an honorable man (surely), who condemned himself on his deathbed for denying the rights he had fought his entire life for to citizens working to create the great nation.

 

Near the time that the idea of American government was formed, the first leader of the nation wondered, “What astonishing changes a few years are capable of producing! . . . I am told that even respectable characters speak of a monarchical form of government without horror.”

 

That was stated in 1786.  Think about today, with a president and a small percentage of blindly radical supporters promoting things like this:

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Now, regardless of whether you agree with this on a personally political level, consider what you dashed idea of “patriotism” means, in the concept of America and it’s revolutionary impact on the world.  Washington warned, urgently, upon uncomfortably taking office, the first and most exhausting president of a new nation, that the roiling partisans seeking to overtake the very idea of freedom, “are in the habit of thinking that everything (the opposition) says and does is right and . . . they will not judge for themselves.”

 

The cycle of political chaos, not just within the United States, but for every nation that cynically declares itself “democratic,” is never-ending.  For however much we, living within whichever moment of any given time in human history declare that whatever is happening is an absolute apocalypse, we need to remember what people were thinking a very long time ago:

 

Washington worried that ‘”Scarcely a day passes in which applications of one kind or another do not arrive” . . . ‘To simplify life and set a high standard for future presidents, Washington refused to favor friends or relations in making appointments.’  This was the ideology of the so-called “father of the nation,” a man who would clearly be condemned in the divisive, social-media funded, idiopathic cynicism of today, as one side or the other, a fiend, a crook, someone not worth listening to or considering.  And no matter how much we cite these magnificent historical figures, regardless of the ignorant praise we offer to distant relatives we learn about in school without ever realizing the definitive warnings they shriek, everything from the increasingly distant past somehow gets used to justify both, if not all sides of an argument, creating the nonsense world we argue about today, angry and partisan, unwilling to seek a common ground when Washington himself, annoyed by the opposing sides to his Federalist ideology, “accepted the need for painful compromises to form a union.”  Somehow we have gone back in time, before the struggles of founding a revolutionary nation meant to declare all citizens free.  We once more live in the past, back towards monarchy, the ignorance of history and political reality transformed into some YouTube rant about a douche bag playing world conquest games, Risk, ignoring the idea that everyone has a voice and resuming a once lost idea that one, and only one, along with their blind, submissive followers, are the only people who matter and that the rest of the world is not just the enemy, but should not even exist, their violently shrill voices shouting words that clogged ears can never hear.

 

History matters.  It matters, you blind motherfuckers.  History gives us an idea where we come from and where we are going.  And if we claim that history continues to repeat itself, just remember one last thing:  “Perhaps most disturbing to Washington was the prospect that liberty would descend into anarchy.  Some populist demagogue, he feared, might exploit the weakness of a feeble central government to establish a dictatorship.”  This was the founding father of our nation.  Even his compatriots argued with him, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and Alexander Hamilton (the first destructive partisans in US history), “dread(ing) a powerful national government as the primrose path to monarchy,” with Washington and the duplicitous Alexander Hamilton (and realize, these were all sincere men in favor of the best for our nation at its birth) viewing “a strong central government as the best bulwark against that threat.”

 

So where are we today?  The same arguments, ultimately, still exist, a strong federal government controlling the future of the nation (Washington, Hamilton, John Adams and John Hancock, among other less famous founders), versus a states rights party: Jefferson, Madison, and any number of large slave owners outside of George Washington.  And yet somehow we still exist in this divisive pettiness today, the same social and racial arguments, certainly exactly the same ideas on economics and fair play.  Somehow we have not advanced far beyond 1783, when the American Revolution was over and we struggled to form the idea of a brand new government in favor of everyone.  We have yet to reach those ideals.  Ever since the dawn of our nation we continue going backwards.  Look at the years since Bill Clinton ascended to the throne.  See George W. Bush.  Barrack Obama.  Donald J. Trump.  Each leader has risen in an age of increasingly panicked paranoia, a threatening gesture born at first out the the early cold war anti-Communist panic, and then through the confusion over the Kennedy assassination, the lies over Vietnam of LBJ and the chaos of Richard Nixon.  There was the failure of Carter, the greedy corruption under Reagan, and the aloof indifference of George Bush number 1.  The conspiratorial mindset of the American public, always a crazed question mark, going all the was back to the post-French Revolution year of 1798, when the first suggestions of a Freemason/Illuminati conspiracy were alleged by John Robison (https://www.abebooks.com/servlet/SearchResults?isbn=9781534845893&n=100121501&cm_sp=mbc-_-ISBN-_-new), has found a new leader in the mind of Donald J. Trump, a man consumed for years (well before his presidency, in a gruesomely cynical rage, pointing fingers at everything not going exactly his way) by conspiracy theories, some of which are possibly even true (and we should doubt he is even aware which ones).  This is the greatest fear of our founding fathers, for whatever historical flaws they are guilty of.  I have little doubt that Donald Trump (or, for that matter, Bill Clinton) would nervously support slavery.  And yet neither of these men really seem to care about the ideals that founded America.  Treason, a loaded word, is a terrifyingly apt consideration when thinking about what these men (and the current man is of course now in question) presuppose about where we are and what we are supposed to be.

 

History matters.  History always matters.  For those of us who ignore it–and I will not turn this into a bland cliche–those who ignore it deserve whatever miserable failure they have forced upon themselves.