Trump, the Savior? Seriously?

For those Trump fans who haven’t been able to attend a rally and for those who haven’t got the stomach to listen to him, I’ve done the work for you by heading over to his appearance at Derry NH this week. Last time I described the circus atmosphere, so on to the ringmaster himself…

Having set the stage using the veterans, the politicos, and Elvis, we sense the time is now, the moment we’ve been waiting for. We’re on our feet, raising a sea of signs over our heads along with our phones to capture the moment for eternity.  Cheers, whoops, whistles, the sound system crescendos into “God Bless the USA,” his theme song, and here he comes! He enters the stage calmly, smiling beatifically, basking in the adulation of his worshippers as the refrain “Proud to Be an American!” soars over the rejoicing multitude. It would not have been out of place to see someone strewing palm fronds, shouting Hosannah! 

As the noise subsides he introduces some of his New Hampshire staff including that old favorite Corey Lewendowski who suddenly comes to the mike and yells, “How great is Trump!!!” Amazingly great, judging by the cheers.

But how to even begin to describe his speech?  No teleprompter for him, it’s an oral kaleidoscope of shifting fragments of phrases. Bits and pieces, themes and buzzwords come together briefly to make a pattern, a thought, but as often as not are abandoned half-formed as he’s reminded of something else, then a loop back to the previous point, repeating himself over and over for an hour and a half. 

Through the rambling verbiage several themes stood out.  

[WARNING! Go to a fact check to verify any of it]

What he accomplished  I defeated ISIS– I brought our troops back home–I rebuilt the military–  My personality kept us out of war–Everybody felt safe when I was president–No terrorist attacks on us for 4 years– Iran was broke unable to do anything because I kept oil prices low– I solved the border problem–I made Mexico pay for the wall with 28,000 soldiers at the border, free of charge.

What wouldn’t have happened if he had been president: The Ukrainian War–15 million migrants coming in for our jobs–the Hamas attack because I had Iran on the ropes–now Iran is rich and we’re poor– our oil reserve is gone– no problems with Venezuela –Afghanistan wouldn’t have ended the way it did and now we’re swamped with jihadist refugees.

What he will accomplish: Stop World War III–reinstate sanctions on Iran–reinstate the travel ban on Muslims: “people shooting rockets at Israel want to come into our country?—we don’t want you in our country!”– build a missile defense system–we will “drill Baby Drill” (oil is our most powerful economic weapon), electric cars? Ridiculous!  we’ve got liquid gold under our feet–I’ll withhold money from schools that mandate vaccinations or teach critical race theory–And of course, no “child sex mutilation,” and I’ll keep men out of women’s sports.

And what would a Trump rally be without the Insults?  

Ron DeSanctimonious in Iowa is ”falling like a wounded bird from the sky. It’s because he’s got no personality. I do. And to think I endorsed him for governor. Well, I couldn’t back that crackhead [Andrew Gillum] who was running against him. He and Stacey Abrams—what a pair!”

Nikki Haley is “Bird Brain.” “Did you see how she flip-flopped on refugees from Gaza?” [actually she didn’t]. Then there’s the four left-wingers of Congress, “AOC plus 3,” he sneers —the “fascist, Marxist, communist Left,”  [confusing his right and left  -isms], and let’s not forget the “fake-news media,” pointing to where the reporters have a fenced in area at the back of the space.   The crowd whips around to boo them, shaking their signs menacingly. “They don’t want to cover me, but they keep coming, it’s amazing the abuse they’ll take.” It flashed through my mind that at a word from Trump the crowd would leap over the barriers and tear them to pieces.

But his main scorn is heaped on Biden:  Biden can’t even walk up the children’s stairs on airforce one, can’t find his way off stage (he acts out a doddering old man to laughter and wild applause)—Biden is on the beach while Israel is at war—Biden can’t put together two sentences (he imitates him struggling for speech)—the State of the Union, worst speech ever—Biden is the dream president for radical Islam—a vote for him is for turning us into Gaza—Biden puts America last—Biden has weaponized law enforcement against me. 

But he goes beyond insult when he accuses Biden of being on the make. “We’re going to defeat Crooked Joe Biden and Make America Great Again” (he slows it down so the crowd can chant it with him). “How much is he getting from Iran? We know he’s getting it from China.”

Like a Borsht Belt comic, Trump enjoys getting a laugh by doing mocking imitations. In 2016 Biden said he wished he was in high school and could take Trump behind the gym (to beat him up). Trump is still running with that and to the delight of the crowd demonstrated what would happen if he and Joe squared off.  Trump holds his hand in front of him palm up, gives a puff as if blowing off a feather, and mimes Biden crashing to the ground. 

But now another leap and he’s talking about D.C.:  Washington is a dirty city, trash everywhere, grafitti—I’ll make it 10 years in jail for defacing a monument in D.C.— “I’ll clean up the garbage, it’s a shithouse.”  And his use of this epithet elicits a roar of appreciation from the good Christian folk worshipping at his feet.  Yes, even the profane will be sanctified if blessed by the Candidate.   

Given all these ingredients, here’s the recipe for a Trump speech:  Take these themes, chop them up, pull bits out at random, fold in some unverified statistics and a generous amount of hyperbole (“the left hates our country,” “the press is the enemy of the people”), keep ideas simple and serve, half-baked  in a stream-of-consciousness, Dadaist jumble, accenting certain trigger words to stir the disciples up to a frenzy. It’s an old-time, fire-and-brimstone camp meeting where we’ll all hear the Gospel according to Trump, get religion, and maybe do some tarring and feathering when it’s over.

As things wind down he pulls out a piece of paper and reads “The Snake,” the lyrics of a 60s song that was a big part of his 2016 campaign, about a foolish woman who sees a wounded snake, takes it home to recover, and then is poisoned by it.  He relishes every mention of “snake” and “vicious bite” as the crowd giggles and guffaws. This is his take on the migrant crisis: we take them in and they will turn on us because in the end, that’s their nature.  How can anyone whose family or ancestors came here fleeing persecution not be revolted by being compared to a snake? The irony here is that the song is by civil-rights activist Oscar Brown and has nothing to do with migrants.  It’s a shame because it’s a great piece of music. Some of Brown’s children asked the Trump campaign to stop using it and a cease and desist order was issued.  Trump is ignoring that, thumbing his nose at the legal system yet again. So much for upholding the Constitution and the laws of the land. Well, at least he didn’t sing it.

Let’s take a breath and be fair.  Political rallies are not townhalls where an exchange of ideas takes place. They’re meant to fire up supporters who are already convinced of their candidate’s positions and want some camaraderie, some entertainment, some hope for a better future.  A rally creates that great feeling of oneness that we get in a stadium when our team wins a tight one.   Bernie Sanders’ crowds were like this, and the party conventions are as well.  

But here’s the difference. Politicians used to disagree on policies, on worldview.   Trumpists disagree on what is real, on what is a lie and what is truth.  As the afternoon winds down, he wanders onto the subject of his legal troubles shifting effortlessly between defensiveness, exaggeration, gloating, and threats: “These people have Trump Derangement Syndrome–those classified boxes were secure in Mar-a-Lago, Biden’s were in his garage where anyone could get at them—But you know the more I’m indicted the higher my polls go up, it’s incredible –Even lawyers say the indictments are ridiculous–In the NY trial it’s a Trump-hating judge—And don’t forget, I can also indict people.”

And then it comes out. The key to Trumpism.   “Just remember, I’m being indicted for you. In the end they’re not after me, they’re after you!”  The Messiah must become a martyr.   Ecce homo, Behold the Man, as Pilate said before the crucifixion. Trump is the Lamb of God that taketh away the sins of our world, the sins of Crooked Joe, of the Left, of the corrupt judges, and persecuting prosecutors.   He’s already setting the stage for the next act when the Pharisees of the Democratic Party and the Pontius Pilates of the courts condemn him to prison which they think will kill him politically, but no! He will be resurrected on Election Day through the faith of his followers and rise again to rule the land, the world, the universe!   The apotheosis will be complete.  God save us all.

Compare the Candidates: Marianne Williamson

You knew it was going to be different when we got the “Marianne Williamson for President” buttons featuring New Hampshire’s state bird, the purple finch, proudly displayed before a pink heart.  Amid all the campaign trail mud slinging, now that’s refreshing.   Remember, this is the woman who won acclaim for her 1992 book Return to Love and the dozen others that call for a spiritual shift in our collective consciousness.  

The venue was Manchester Community College, an unprepossessing cement-block classroom in an equally unprepossessing building. But, oh dear, with 15 minutes to showtime, besides me there are only two older ladies with red Marianne t-shirts in the audience! A worried young volunteer hands us a summary of her priorities. Lady A looks at it incredulously: “universal healthcare, free child dare, cancel student loans…that’s a lot of money she’s going to spend!” Lady B tells her that  other countries do it by taxing the rich, up to 50%. Lady A looks doubtful, but they quickly move on to the safer topic of disparaging the Republicans they’ve seen.  “That Vivek. He’s as nutty as Trump!”

            15 minutes later our numbers had increased by two and one of the ladies asked the volunteer if this hadn’t been publicized.  He told us there had been a lot of “oppression” from Manchester’s Democratic establishment. The College was apparently in on it, having originally said they could have this room for free, but then reneging and demanding payment. Dirty tricks to meet the Party’s agenda of getting Biden re-elected?  Williamson tells us later that last election CNN and MSNBC gave her some air time, though they treated her as a joke. This time it’s “erasure” from the media even though she’s higher in polls than some of the Republicans who made the debates. Now you’ve got to admit, folks, that’s infuriating.  There shouldn’t be these thumbs on the scale. 

            In the end there were only 4 campaign volunteers and 7 other people in the room. Zero students and only one young person, a guy from Rhode Island who drove up because he’d been impressed by something she wrote. Williamson got there late, with apologies, and was unfazed by the low turnout, plowing into her stump speech with alacrity. Every politician has to be an actor, playing a role for an audience even when the house is nearly empty and she delivered a great performance, with the intimacy of the setting making it even more effective.  She’s 71, but has a youthful air and after decades in the public eye has honed her speaking skills to a fine edge.  

            This is a crazy year for the Democrats because NH law says our state has to go first in the primaries, but the national committee has forbidden NH to jump ahead of South Carolina.   That means that if NH does hold its primary first, Biden’s name will not appear except by write-in and as punishment to NH for jumping the line, no delegates will be awarded from that vote.  The DNC will only allow some delegates from a later election that they approve of, and Biden will appear on that one.  So, since the DNC has effectively stripped her of any delegates, her goal now is to win the first vote, shake things up, and show the country she’s got the people behind her.  

            She echoed much of what she, Sanders and Warren said last time around: the US has “gone awry”.  So many people are not doing well while for decades the government has favored corporations over workers.  Like the Republicans who warn of the “swamp” in the Beltway, she warns that our national government is broken. The difference is that the Republicans see the swamp snakes in the bureaucracy, while Williamson tells us that Washington has become a “system of legalized bribery” as corporations bankroll candidates who vote their way.  Go to her website for details on all her positions.

            She has some proposals that stand out. She wants a Dept. of Peace.  She wants to end the War on Drugs–it’s only made it worse.  So much money wasted, so much incarceration. We should be getting people into recovery and off drugs and it would help our border problem because so many are fleeing the cartels. Reduce the demand for drugs here, and it will disempower the suppliers.

            She tells us this is no ordinary time. We’re heading for the iceberg and need to turn the ship around.  We need a big change, and in the past big changes did not come from political parties, they came from people outside politics—the abolitionists, the suffragists. Today the RNC and DNC are just another part of the tyranny of the corporate machines.  Something is going to break.  Either there will be a radical redirection or dystopia and war.  The DNC has decreed that thou shalt not challenge an incumbent, but the danger is, if Biden runs, Gen Z won’t vote and Trump is re-elected.

             She’s as quick as any other candidate. She’s got charisma.  She’s got ideas that any Sandernista would find attractive. She’s got an adoring crowd largely made up of women who have found her books inspirational.  What she doesn’t have is experience in government, but if you wanted an outsider, she would fit the bill. I just wonder if the under-40s would look at her as anything but some woman as old as Biden with little in common with their concerns, especially because the younger generations don’t read very much.  In her books she talks about her 20s as the wasted years.  Is it any different for the Gen Zs who weren’t even curious enough to show up when she’s right on your own campus? 

You have to shake your head in wonder at the candidates who are down in the polls, fighting the established politicians and the systems that support them.  They’re pouring their own money in with (historically) little chance of getting anywhere. A cynic might say she’s trying to sell her books, but she didn’t mention them and I doubt any bump in sales would offset what she’s losing on the campaign trail.  Maybe we should drop the cynicism and accept that these men and women are genuinely concerned about the country. 

 A nice encapsulation of who she is came in the final moments as that young guy from Rhode Island admitted he was new to politics, and that hearing her he had so many questions.  In a sleeveless shirt on this hot day with tattoos galore and a fade haircut, he seemed a bit star struck and, exhibiting the inability to differentiate normal language from obscenity that seems to be a hallmark of youth these days  (and please allow some editing in case my elderly relatives are reading this) told her, “I’m amazed to be talking to you like this, you’re pretty frigging high up.” She responded sans expletive that he was higher up than her, because as a voter, he would be choosing her and she would be working for him.  He went on to say he was bothered by the fact that “young voters don’t frigging care.” Her response was simply, “Many people don’t care. Bless them and walk on by.”   

Compare the Candidates: An Evening with Vivek Ramaswami

It was once again off to the New Hampshire Institute for Politics, this time to see Vivek Ramaswami, the multimillionaire running as an outsider in the Republican primary. He’s third in the polls now, and has tapped into that productive vein of GOP anger that has launched many a conservative.  Probably none of his positions will surprise those who are familiar with the right wing of the spectrum, still, delivered all in a big dose it can make your head spin.

Baseball caps, t-shirts, roadsigns all sporting his slogan, Truth, were available in the lobby, which was covered with posters of old campaigns.  A lady squinted at one: “Bill Bradley? Who’s that?”  “A flash-in-the-pan Democrat,” her husband snorted. Ouch! This for an NBA star and a candidate too intelligent for an age of mediocrity. 

As we stood in line looking around we were told our guy was running late.  A boy scout and a girl boy scout set up a popcorn sale, a woman held a baby in a red-white-and-blue onesie.  I found myself studying the shaved and shining Republican head of the gentleman in front of me, a phrenologist’s paradise of grooves and bumps, dents and knobs, decorated with liver spots and, yes, in fact, a sun-burned red neck.

Then finally we were in! Pop music played as the auditorium filled to overflowing.  A pastor from a NH church led us in a prayer reminding us that it’s the Creator who gave us individual rights and (buzzword alert!) “personhood”. He recited Proverbs 29:2 and 4: “When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice; But when a wicked man rules, the people groan.” The audience did not groan, but nodded approvingly. “The king establishes the land by justice, but he who receives bribes overthrows it” (appreciative murmurs, and hint: bribes=Hunter and Joe Biden). The pastor wisely skipped verse one in case any Trumpists were present:  “He  who is often rebuked and hardens his neck will be destroyed without remedy” and verse 3 that inveighs against “a companion of harlots.”  

The prayer ended with an entreaty that the Lord might give Vivek the wisdom to overcome the “evil that is present” in Washington and the crowd supplied a resounding Amen to that. Note to non-Republicans: it’s not just a question of political differences anymore, it’s the righteous vs. the wicked.  Gird up your loins!

 Our girl boy scout led us in the pledge to the flag and then the candidate appeared as the music soared, cameras clicked, and hands were shaken. He got right to the point, telling us he was 37 years old and his generation is starved for a cause. “Faith, patriotism, hard work, family values were supposed to get us the American Dream but it hasn’t worked.  Into the void comes a poison: words like wokism, race, gender, sexuality, climate. I want to get us back to talking about the individual, God, the nation, the ideals of meritocracy, rule of law, character.”

And then out comes the bogeyman that keeps him and his supporters up at night: the Deep State, AKA the federal administrative state. It became clear that the wicked we’re talking about are the civil servants “sucking the life blood from the nation.”  He promised when elected to set an 8-year term limit on bureaucrats.  Yes, eight, and then you’re out. But that’s just the beginning of his Truth:  We need more fossil fuels, more fracking and coal (applause), parents should be the ones to determine their children’s education (big applause), it’s capitalism that keeps things humming (no socialism on my watch!), and he’ll make sure that our economy is not dependent on China and Russia, that the GDP grows at 4% every year and that young Americans are proud of their country again.   Let’s celebrate diversity but get away from victimhood, get back to e pluribus unum, one people and (wait for it…) two genders (huge applause).  

How are we going to do this?  “Trump tried to reform the swamp, drain it, that didn’t work—the swamp drained him. We don’t need a reform we need a revolution, like in 1776.”  And what is the source of the swamp?  The first bastion we need to raze?  The FBI (enthusiastic cheers). “This scares people,” he said with a chuckle, but the Truth is the FBI has been “weaponized” and is full of “corruption” and “rot”.  35,000 people work there, and only 15,000 are investigators. If they are doing valuable work they will be moved into other departments of the federal government.   The other 20,000 (should we call them evildoers? parasites?) will have to get a real job.

The second agency in line for annihilation is the Department of Education (tumultuous applause, war whoops, etc.).  Here’s the source of wokism and genderism.  Once this Department is gone, the money that the feds gave to schools will be given directly to states instead, who will not be allowed to fund individual schools unless they do away with union contracts that keep teachers from being fired. The money saved will go to pay for three guards in every school to protect our children.

The axe will fall next on the Nuclear Regulatory Commission, characterized as a “wet blanket on innovation.”  The reason there has not been a new nuclear plant built in 30 years is because of the outlandish number of steps the NRC requires for approval. It became clear that it’s the innumerable regulations in all federal agencies that pushes his buttons. “They are creating rules Congress would never allow if a vote on them came up one by one.” Evidently Mr. Ramaswamy, with his desire to deregulate, drill, and dig will not be inviting Greta Thunberg to his inauguration.  

Not all of his plans are so extreme. He would also do away with incentivizing kids to go to 4-year colleges and instead help them get shorter training in trades. And I’ll say this about him, he’s a smart guy with a big smile, seems pleasant, and boy, can he talk.  He’s a human dynamo. As he gets fired up, he goes faster, his eyes glow, his gestures get bigger–he’s almost acrobatic in his enthusiasm. His dynamism would destroy Trump on a debate stage if he would ever confront him, and his youthful energy would make Biden look like a Paleozoic fossil. For some he might come off as too glib, too slick, but the crowd was with him in a reserved, New England sort of way.  Two ladies next to me formed a little amen corner,nodding and mumbling “That’s right!” to everything he said.

But would any of these policies work? He is confident that current laws allow a president to obliterate agencies en masse, and is expecting court challenges, but is he ready for the inevitable teacher strikes if union contracts are not allowed? We’ll be a nation of homeschoolers.  Is he just pushing things around from agency to agency, and from federal to state?  Does he think state bureaucracies are less swampy than the feds?  Would these shifts really save any money? “We’ve done the math” he says and you believe him or you don’t. This crowd seemed eager to believe it. Watch for him to climb.

Compare the Candidates: “No Labels” Kicks Off Its 2024 Campaign

Exciting times!   Those of my fellow New Hampshirites who have been puzzled by the mailers from something called “No Labels” assuring us that Americans don’t want Trump or Biden, but not telling us who to support instead, can now get some clarity. This is a movement of centrist politicians who want to get things done in the face of extremism.  They’re not a party, but they want one of the two major parties to get in line with their centrist proposals or they might support a third-party candidate.  Their pitch was on tap at the New Hampshire Institute of Politics featuring Senator Joe Manchin (D) of West Virginia and Governor Jon Huntsman (R) of Utah.

 The parking lot was packed. Evidently lots of people are curious about centrism.  But why was that group of women holding that enormous banner?  “Manchin is a fossil-fuel pusher!!!”  one gray-haired lady with a good set of lungs chanted. “I agree, but I’m going in anyway,” another lady said on her way in.  Yeah, really, come on, folks! Let’s at least give them a chance!

We were greeted by bright-eyed young campaign workers clad in No Labels T-shirts, passing out the group’s pamphlet Common Sense.   I also scored a Common Sense baseball cap, perhaps meant as a consolation prize for the sad news that the main room was full and we would be ushered into the dreaded “overflow rooms” to watch on screen. Drat! And I had RSVP’d!  There were several of these rooms as it turned out and my fellow-citizens were mostly older folks dressed casually with the odd gentleman in suit and tie (speaking of common sense:  90 degrees out—why is the business class still wearing suits and ties?).

 I’ll say one thing for No Labels—they are punctual, unlike all of the candidates I saw in 2020.  But curses, foiled again! As the three warm-up-act politicians ascended the stage we realized there was no sound! Civil rights leader Ben Chavis began to move his lips but nary a whisper we heard.  Campaign workers dashed around flinging apologies, and we all began to wish we had taken a course in lip reading.  The mike was passed to Joe Lieberman who spoke even more earnestly as his companions nodded in dumbshow.  We were getting tense, when suddenly an enterprising fellow-overflow-er found the audio on her smartphone and we breathed a sigh of relief. 

 Then the stars of the show appeared:  Manchin and Huntsman, billed as the original co-chairmen of this movement that began 12 years ago.   There was a moderator who sat up on stage with them who immediately demanded to know if this meant Joe and Jon were going to run as president and vice-president. They ducked the question—”let’s talk about policies”– but the moderator, bulldog-like, kept returning to speculation of the ticket and wouldn’t a third-party candidate spoil the election? until Huntsman pointed out that this very question illustrated one of the big problems with politics in America: it’s all about the horse race, not about the policies. Questions like that are meant to deter people from running, deter choice, which is what happens in Russia and China.  So, come on! let’s talk policies.   (He practically got my vote right there).

 Their pitch had much in it that was attractive and their pamphlet Common Sense is piled chock-a-bloc with centrist ideas organized into 30 areas of concern.  I will say one thing: whoever put this pamphlet together should get a prize for clarity.  It’s a model for an easy-to-read, no-nonsense guide to what these guys stand for.  If only every politician running for office would pass out a similar statement of their positions, maybe we could have cheaper campaigns, less sloganeering, less worthless advertising, and more substance in voter decision-making.  

The first question from the audience was on climate change and fossil fuel to Mr. Manchin.  His answer was a flood of figures that I’m sure few people could follow.  His main point was that 90% of air pollution comes from China and India whereas the US is already cleaning up the air.   Both men emphasized that their polling showed that Americans want “all of the above” when it comes to energy: fossil fuels, renewables, and nuclear power.  That’s not going to make the environmentalists happy, but their point is undoubtedly correct: renewables can’t do it all anytime soon.

 Other key points:  Rein in government spending. The national debt which has skyrocketed in the past decade will soon destroy the country.  Washington is ignoring this. 

People don’t feel connected to the country We need a year of national service for all 18-year olds–it could be the military, community service, teaching–to instill the idea that we need to give to the country, not just take. 

  A psychologist in the audience demonstrated the perils of the town-hall format, as her moment in the spotlight morphed into a lengthy peroration on the mental-health crisis that left us eying the exit. 

 I found Jon Huntsman impressive when he ran for president in 2012 and he does not disappoint 11 years later.   He’s smart, affable, articulate, easy to like.  As for Joe Manchin, I came away with a newfound respect.   The left likes to paint him as a fly in the Democratic ointment, but he too came off as amiable, reasonable, and also forceful.  I thought one of his most impressive answer was in response to the mention of Marjorie Taylor Greene’s antics: “I believe everyone in Congress has the best interests of the country at heart, they just see things differently, but you can’t reward bad behavior.“ He also said whichever way he votes he listens to all sides, and then makes the best decision he can. He sticks to his guns because he’s not afraid of losing an election. For anyone tired of “Party über Alles” he’s appealing.   When asked if he’d ever run as an Independent he replied with a grin:  “I’m the most independent Democrat you’ll ever find.”

Now the fun begins.  Their proposals are out there, but alas, the devil is in the details and the potshots are already flying at them. The Washington Post ran an article saying centrism never gets anywhere, warning us not to “fall for vague rhetoric suggesting that political conflicts are easy to solve.”  The New York Times gave a similar warning last week. But come on, guys!  Give these people a break! They know it won’t be easy, but they see political disfunction in the face of looming national disasters and want to do something about it. 

As I drove away I saw two box trucks with screens on the backside projecting in huge letters:  “No Labels Elects Trump!”  On a side screen they accused No Labels of stacking their staff with Republicans.  The image of these two black trucks following the No Labels organizers from campaign stop to campaign stop was disturbing.  The driver of one of the trucks, a burly man with shaved head, reminded me of Yevgeny Prigozhin. Huntsman’s comment about Russia suppressing choice came to mind.  Was there a platoon of jack-booted brownshirts in the back of the trucks ready to break up the meetings?  Clearly the Democrats are scared witless that this movement is going to do some damage, and it’s not out of the question that the objective of No Labels might be to get Biden to withdraw.  Time will tell. 

In the meantime, I can’t help wishing that they had a different name.  “No Labels”  reminds me of the anti-Catholic Know Nothing Party of antebellum America.  Austria’s centrists are the Neos—the New Austrians. Think about it. 

Trump and the Lord of the Rings

I finally understand Donald Trump.  We decided to watch the first part of The Lord of the Rings again last week, and at the very end—do you remember?—when Frodo has brought the One Ring safely to the elf-home in Rivendell and everyone has gathered to decide what to do about it, there’s that scene where the ring is sitting on a pedestal and they all begin to argue about what to do next:  Use it to fight Mordor! Destroy it! Lose it in the ocean!    These are all good people from the different races of Middle Earth, and they all want to do the right thing, but the power of the ring is so great and so sinister that the argument becomes super-heated. Suddenly we see a close up of the ring itself and reflected in it are the angry faces of the elves, dwarves, hobbits and men, shouting at each other, growing red in the face, about to come to blows—a perfect image of the ring’s power to bend them to its will.

That’s what Trump does. He is the ring, making everybody crazy around him. Every time he opens his mouth or hits twitter there’s another round of media attention and everyone goes berserk.  At rallies, on talk-radio, on NPR, on TV good people get mad and start yelling at other good people. No one listens to anyone else, they just holler and scream and mock and tweet and sometimes even lash out, punching whoever is closest.  We’re all in its thrall, and by “its” I mean the power of anger.

Where does this analogy take us?   Where is our Mt. Doom, that place where we can un-make this power?   Is it in a protest march? A prayer for a speedy impeachment?   Or what?

Protests are fine –we need them too to send messages to our leaders–but what we also need  is  to recognize how reactive we’ve become and do something about it.   Limiting the time we spend with the media would help.  This 24-hour news cycle is making us all nutty.      Of course we have to keep up with events, but so many of us have become news junkies, that’s all we think about.    It’s eating away at us, devouring our very beings. Before you know it we’ll all be like Tolkien’s Nazgul, those black riders, the ring-wraiths, who were once men but are now the mere shadows of human beings, their bodies and spirits destroyed by the power of the Dark.

Let’s stop providing the fertile soil for the chaos the ring sows. Let’s turn off the radio and the screens and go play with our kids or  go to a community supper.   Perhaps instead of reacting to tweets, we could turn directly to our fellow citizens and try to understand what they’re telling us. Let’s get better at listening, and go into conversations willing to learn something we didn’t know before, and let’s hope our interlocutors are willing to do the same thing. Let’s be the change we want to see, as the old saying goes, and model the kinds of behaviors we wish to see take root.

 

 

Argentina Attacks Sexual Harassment

Three cheers for Buenos Aires!

This week the city council  decided to do something about the harassment of women.   Those obnoxious cat-callers who think it’s fun to yell out comments about women’s bodies are now subject to a $60 fine. The mentality of these idiots is hard to fathom.  The goal is apparently to get the woman’s attention, maybe see her blush, or yell something back in anger.  It’s fun! It’s a game!  But what’s the woman’s role in the game?  If it were basketball, she’d be the backboard, constantly struck by the players on the court as they try to score.   And it’s not just the words that make this cat-calling so frightening, it’s the real danger that women face from aggressive, domineering men who think women owe them something.

Argentina is not that different than many other places in the world.   Women walking down the streets are harassed all the time. Men make lewd remarks about their bodies, they follow them through the streets, they touch them, they grab at them, assault them, and even kill them. This would include husbands and wives.  One estimate  in Argentina is that a woman is killed every 30 hours simply because she is a woman.

A $60 fine isn’t much perhaps, but it sends a message and will get a lot of news coverage.   You can just imagine the men who like to engage in this sort of puerile activity laughing at this statute, which will be difficult to enforce.  Nevertheless it’s a step in the right direction. But only a step. If we were to ask ourselves what would it take to really end the kind of culture that makes women the target of so much unwanted attention, what would we want to do?

1) Pass some laws that criminalize the kinds of behavior we don’t want (that’s been done to some extent)

2) Begin a massive education campaign to make the adult population aware of the problem. Many clearly don’t see anything wrong with yelling a few words at a passing woman and don’t realize how frightening it can be.

3) Begin a massive education campaign for children to stigmatize the kinds of behaviors we don’t want. This is the key.   If we want a sea change in the culture, we have to fight the tides that come from the home and the neighborhood.   This is only possible in the schools. That’s the one place where children have to go—not churches, not community centers, though any institution can play a part in this campaign. It has to be the schools, and it has to start early and be revisited consistently.  This is much more important than factoring polynomials or memorizing Avogadro’s number.   Until we step up to the plate and attack this problem full on, our daughters, sisters, and mothers will continue to walk the streets in fear.

Sacrilege in Köln (Cologne)

There is a song I’ve always liked by Georges Brassens, the unofficial poet laureate of France, called “Le Grand Pan”  (“Pan, the Great”). In the second verse he tells us how in the old days, the gods would rush to the aid of two lovers as soon as they heard a single “I love you,” and with their aid….

La plus humble amourette était alors bénie

Sacrée par Aphrodite, Eros, et compagnie.

L’amour donnait un lustre au pire des minus,

Et la moindre amoureuse avait tout de Vénus.

 

Even the most humble romance was blessed

Made sacred by Aphrodite, Eros and company.

Love gave a lustre to even the worst of losers,

And the least of women in love had all the qualities of Venus.

This is the sacrament of sexual union.   To sense those mutual feelings of attraction swirling, forming, taking over two “imbéciles heureux” as Brassens says, is to know what the Divine is all about.  And it’s there for everyone to experience, even the most humble of us.

But the important word here is “mutual.”   Those supernal energies that send us to the farthest reaches of happiness only operate when love is requited. Failing that, love withers and dies, or leaves only lust, and lust can lead to the Dark Side.  Men are programmed by their DNA to look aggressively for partners, and in the not-too-distant past, they took them by force if necessary. Civilization gave us romance and a moral compass, empowering women by diverting the genetic drive of the male to reproduce.  (I know, I know–women have this drive too, but the danger comes primarily from men).

The veneer of civilization washes off quickly, especially when lubricated by alcohol, and especially when people turn into packs. The horrific events in Cologne, Germany on New Year’s Eve illustrate yet again how frightening life can be for women, even in the most civilized of countries. We don’t know all the details yet, but what we do know is bad enough: hundreds of drunken men encircling women, groping them, assaulting them, making them fear for their lives. It calls to mind events in our own country in 2000 when at the Puerto Rican parade in New York City the same thing happened, or the so called “Eve teasing” in India that can lead to the most terrifying sexual assaults imaginable.

What do we do about this?   Mothers and fathers! Your first duty to your sons is to teach them that sexual union is sacred to whatever gods you serve, or if you have no gods, sacred to what it means to be human, sacred to all that life on this planet means, sacred period.  Women are reflections of the goddesses and in motherhood they are heroes, bringing new life to the world at the risk of their own.   We owe women so much. They need our respect.  Teach your boys!