Now we see everything that’s going wrong
With the world and those who lead it
We just feel like we don’t have the means
To rise above and beat it
John Mayer, Waiting on the World to Change
I am currently on retreat, posting from an undisclosed remote location. I know, if I were home and had the access to the internet I am accustomed to, I would be online 24/7, watching the Comey firing play out.
During the Watergate hearings, I had a brand new baby. I spent hours, rocking her in front of the most riveting tv. Did it effect her? She’s got her father’s eyes and her mother’s politics.
Then Gerald Ford told us that our national nightmare was over. The institutions of our government had triumphed over a lawless president. Our forefathers had proved, once again, so prescient.
We learned only this year, though we had long suspected, that Nixon scuttled the peace talks, prolonging the war in Vietnam and bringing about the deaths of hundreds of Americans and Vietnamese in order to be re-elected. Inarguably more serious than Watergate. Our institutions didn’t prevent or uncover this. They didn’t work all the way up to the White House in the Iran/Contra scandal or when Reagan possibly undermined Carter’s attempt to rescue our hostages from Iran.
So really, all we have is Watergate and even that would have been iffy without a tape in which the crime is explicitly planned by the president. Note to future presidents: turn off the tape.
A few months back, Tim Weiner told me that Trump was boxed in, because firing Comey would constitute obstruction of justice. Yet here we are. I guess the law only matters if there is some one willing to enforce it. (He also said that only John McCain and James Comey stand between us and the abyss. Don’t look down!)
Today our institutions are all a subsidiary of the Republican Party, inc. The Republic is only as strong as the integrity of Lying Paul Ryan, Old Loathsome Mitch, Slippery Susan Collins, and that fun Bomb-loving duo, Graham/McCain. We are not encouraged.
Falling so quickly on the heels of the despicable, indefensible tax cut for the wealthy known as Trumpcare, one might be excused for feeling a little despair.
Does the Republican Party even care that Russia may control the administration, or that the government is being run solely in order to enrich the Trumps in particular and the wealthy in general? Do they feel any responsibility to democracy and the constitution and the nation? Things could change, but as of today, all signs point to no. It’s always possible that this is all going exactly as they always dreamt it would.
Addendum today from Paul Krugman:
[I]it’s time to face up to the scary reality here. Most people now realize, I think, that Donald Trump holds basic American political values in contempt. What we need to realize is that much of his party shares that contempt.
What if the sun don’t rise when it’s supposed to?
What if the birds stop flying?
When will the air turn thicker than water?
If you love me, why am I dying? The Boxing Gandhis If You Love Me [Why am I Dying?]
Here we are at the 100 day mark and I am trying to get a picture that truly captures the color of the water in the morning. I marched for Science last Saturday. I’m marching again tomorrow. Tomorrow, this is what I’m marching for.
I’m guided by a signal in the heavens
I’m guided by this birthmark on my skin
I’m guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
Leonard Cohen, First We Take Manhattan
Coincidentally, the very week national-vote-loser Trump bombed a Syrian airport, a 2007 documentary, War Made Easy: How Presidents & Pundits Keep Spinning Us to Death, finally made it to the top of our Netflix queue. Even without this movie, I think I would have seen the near-orgasmic media response to the “very presidential” move of bombing someone somewhere as a familiar one. But the movie clarified just how familiar it is. Nothing excites our media more than seeing the missiles fly.
But this part I find less familiar: we now have a president who is so easily manipulated that the gushing will lead directly to more bombings. So Brian Williams, Fareed Zakaria, and all the rest of you who fawned over the bomber-in-chief last week, the next round is on you. It was irresponsible in the extreme not to recognize this.
Because we all know who Trump is. It doesn’t matter what he said or says. It has never mattered what he said or says. He fancies himself a tough guy. He is very invested in looking tougher than Obama. (He won’t be tough if personal sacrifice is involved – he’s not a man who does personal sacrifice – but if he can look tough while sacrificing someone else? Win/win.) So I don’t blame the press for the first bombing as he was always going to bomb someone. But now that he knows he’ll be praised and admired for it, I expect we’ll see a lot more bombs.
While, for the first time since nuclear weapons were invented, we have a game of brinksmanship occurring between two spectacularly unstable leaders. The Cuban missile crisis redux only crazy this time. Will a first strike on North Korea also elicit such breathless enthusiasm? I’m terribly afraid the answer to this question is coming soon.
Meanwhile, in order to steal a seat on the Supreme Court, Mitch McConnell has broken the Senate. If there were a single admirable Republican anywhere, s/he would have asked that Garland get a hearing before Gorsuch. But there isn’t, so s/he didn’t. I would like to think there was some shame involved in this whole sordid episode, but there seems to be no end of self-congratulation instead. Springtime for corporations and billionaires. Springtime for voter suppression and discrimination disguised as religious freedom. Winter for women and people of color and people with no money who wish they had clean water to drink.
It is strange to be watching these terrible matters in the midst of much beauty here. The blackbirds are singing in the meadows. The sun is shining through the rain. The wild flowers are as tall as I am. The dog beach is an oasis of good will and harmony. No big dogs picking on little dogs. Balls and waves enough for everyone.
I love the mountains.
I love the rolling hills.
I love the flowers.
I love the daffodils. Folksong, I Love the Mountains
I love the call of redwing blackbirds. I love the shape and sound of waves. I love to watch pelicans fly. I love the wind-sculpted Monterey pines. I love crows. I love watching 24 million people not lose their health insurance. Friday was a good day.
I can’t say that I’m tired of winning yet, but it was nice to remember what winning feels like. (Though I’m not entirely sure we’ve won. The man who told me the fight over healthcare is over is the world’s biggest liar. Agents of Voldemort, Steve Bannon and Mark Meadows, (I love the meadows, but not that one) say they are still hammering out an agreement. So I’m relieved, but not relaxed.)
Meanwhile, I have to depend on the Democrats to take the Gorsuch nomination to the wall and a full-on fight has never been their look. Obama nominates a cautious centrist; Trump nominates a radical extremist. If Gorsuch were a man of integrity, he would insist on Garland getting a hearing first. But he’s not so he doesn’t. And please, let’s dispense with the charade that the Supreme Court is non-partisan. That fairy tale ran out of road 17 years ago. We all know who Gorsuch represents. Pretending otherwise tells me you think I’m a fool.
Meanwhile2 it’s a big green light for the Keystone Pipeline. Why is it that Republicans hate every living thing? Every blade of non-golf-course grass, every bear cub, every bumblebee?
“Environmental Protection, what they do is a disgrace… We’ll be fine with the environment. We can leave a little bit …” Donald Trump
Both under siege from DC. Create. Bloom. Resist.
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
mad world mad world – Roland Orzabal, Mad World
Back in 1990, the NYTimes ran an article letting us know that syphilis was making its comeback. Surging, in fact. Long believed to be in decline, the disease had gotten little attention and doctors knew surprisingly little about it as a result. It is apparently notoriously hard to diagnose. Yet after Trump’s recent press conference, the New Republic ran an article arguing that his behavior matched up well with late stage syphilis.
Let’s assume that Trump doesn’t have syphilis, there being no evidence that he does. Let’s take this not as a diagnosis, but simply as one description of his demeanor. More restrained coverage characterized his press conference as unhinged – this is a word I saw often. Also bizarre and vapid. Also petulant and egomaniacal. And yet his supporters, watching this very same performance, apparently loved it.
One of the things Trump suggested, one of the many things Trump said, was that representatives need only care about the needs and opinions of the people who voted for them. This was in reference to angry town halls. And a recent PEW poll found an approval rating for Trump of about 84% among Republican voters.
So there’s your partisan divide. On one side, people see a man whose behavior is not caused by but is consistent with the symptoms of tertiary syphilis.
On the other, people see the well-informed, hope-inspiring president they’ve always wanted.
You can’t even see from here to there.
Directly quoted from Nate Silver 538:
How often GOP “mavericks” have voted with Trump so far:
I can’t twist the truth, it knows no regulation – Bob Dylan, Eve of Destruction.
Heathcliff weather today. When Lily and I took our morning walk, the rain was light, but the wind was a fist in the face. The ocean was all chop and foam and the air tasted salty. Few people out and Lily was the only dog tough enough, though to be completely honest, she did suggest returning home whenever we came to a fork in the road. But she didn’t insist. Because the wind on the cliff was so strong, we turned inland and took the Bethany path home through the neighborhoods. Flooded gutters below us and sodden crows above.
I have a confession. The bottom steps at Its Beach have not washed away, because of course they haven’t. I was operating under the Holmes dictum, when you have eliminated the impossible, etc etc. This reasoning led me to an erroneous conclusion and once I posted it, I became a Fake Newser. I don’t like the company I’m keeping. So here is the real story: The sand shifted so profoundly that a four foot drop to the beach opened up. The stairs are all still there. They just hover above the ground.
The invisible hand never picks up the check, notes Kim Stanley Robinson in his wonderful forthcoming novel, New York 2140.