The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

March 29, 2025.
Walnut Creek, California

Another Tesla Takedown protest and a much larger crowd. The previous week’s crowd was estimated at 1000. This week’s estimation is 2000. Larger and louder. Never large enough, never loud enough. From grandparents to grandchildren to family dogs, but it’s still not enough. It’s a race against autocracy and autocracy is winning.

I come away from these protests feeling energized and euphoric, and those feelings last for …

… less than 48 hours.

But there’s life besides Trump. There has to be, or all that remains is bottomless despair. It’s not like there’s no solace at all. I’m buoyed by the annual optimism of spring baseball. In March, every baseball fan in America feels the same surge of hope. Our own local nine, the Giants, has started the season off on a positive note. But we’re only three games into 162 – a marathon not a sprint. I need the team to keep the hope alive into August. I don’t need a World Series Championship. Just give me competitive, compelling, well played baseball; something to focus on besides Trump. 

March 31, 2025.
I try to insulate myself from the news on Sundays. I don’t bother with the Sunday interview shows; politicians harrumphing or lying – or both. Theoretically the weekends are supposed to be slow news periods, and in normal times, with the exception of some natural disaster, one could count on that theory holding true.

But in Trump’s America, bad news, like rust, as Neil Young suggested, never sleeps.

And so by the time my Monday morning coffee has grown tepid, so too has my enthusiasm. 

What did we wake up to today? 

King of America
The President of the United States said he’s not joking about running for a third term, a thing that would run afoul of the 22nd Amendment. And, if he tries the J.D. Vance for president and Trump for Veep with Vance stepping down gambit, he would run afoul of the 12th Amendment. But it isn’t like the Constitution has been a problem for this lawless president. He imagines himself as king of America. Not the America as it’s currently shown on the globe, but a vast America that stretches into the far arctic north of Canada and the sparsely populated island Greenland (a congressman from Georgia named Earl L. “Buddy” Carter was kind of spitballing when he suggested that once we take Greenland it should be called, Red, White and Blue Land). Trump juts out his chin, a caricature of Mussolini and rattles a menacing verbal saber. That he makes a wary world nervous must give him some gratification that borders on the sexual.


The charlatan will see you now, or, the wolves are guarding the hen house
Frustrated by what he called, Robert F. Kennedy Jr’s ‘misinformation and lies’, Peter Marks, the Food and Drug Administration’s top vaccine regulator has resigned. He was given the choice to walk of his own volition or be shown the door. To his credit, he chose the former.

In his letter of resignation to Sara Brenner, the Acting Commissioner of Food and Drugs, Marks wrote, in part, ‘Efforts currently being advanced by some on the adverse health effects of vaccination are concerning. The history of the potential individual and societal benefits of vaccination is as old as our great nation.’

Not content with running out a scientist, Kennedy recently hired an anti-vax coconspirator to seemingly validate Kennedy’s own anti-vaccine lunacy. David Geier has been tapped to be a senior data analyst with the Department of Health and Human Services. His mission is to review the long ago debunked theory that vaccines cause autism, most likely to come up with a preconceived result of turning fiction into reality. But that’s the stock in trade of the entire Trump Administration. If truth and history are inconvenient simply make up your own, repeat it enough and soon the wide-eyed and trusting will seize the lie and reject the truth.

Why not Geier? If the administration can hire a news anchor to run Defense, and a talk show host with anger management issues to help run the FBI, why not bring in an anti-vax kook with no medical degree, who was disciplined by the Maryland State Board of Physicians for practicing medicine without a license? Why not? In a world turned topsy-turvy it makes perfect sense.

Kennedy’s quackery is being felt – hard – in Texas and New Mexico. Not only is measles gaining a strong foothold in those states, the science denier in chief has pushed cod liver oil, with its high Vitamin A content, as a miracle measles cure/preventative. In response, parents have been overdosing their children with cod liver oil and other Vitamin A supplements.

Doctors in a West Texas hospital who have been treating children for measles (which in a normal world they wouldn’t be doing) have discovered, through routine lab tests, signs of liver damage that include yellowed skin and high levels of liver enzymes. Why liver damage? Because in too high doses, Vitamin A can damage the liver, and in some cases lead to coma and death. But for those who believe Donald J. Trump is never wrong, RFK Jr is a pioneering oracle.

In my previous post, I stressed the need for America to feel, in as short a time as possible, the inevitable pain resulting from the administration’s policies. Serious illness and death are about as painful as it can get and the loon who is in charge of Health and Human Services seems to be hell bent on hastening that pain. That’s perfectly fine with me. If you’re prone to listening to quacks, liars and con artists then maybe you should reap your unfortunate rewards. Just allow the rest of us a return to normalcy.

Leading up to Kennedy’s confirmation hearing, Senator Bill Cassidy of Louisiana, a physician who believes in the efficacy of vaccines, had voiced concern about Kennedy’s thinking (a word I use liberally here). In the end Cassidy was swayed, either by lies from Kennedy himself or by pressure from Trump, and he voted in favor of confirmation. Before becoming a senator, Cassidy had run a large scale immunization program.

Now?

Now, along with Robert F. Kennedy Jr, Cassidy will have to explain the butcher’s bill that looms. Kennedy, who was literally and personally responsible for measles deaths in Samoa will deflect and blather his pseudo-science bunk. But what of Dr. Cassidy?

Do no harm, doctor. Do – no – harm. That’s the oath Cassidy took, before he took the one to defend the Constitution. He took two oaths and managed to break both of them.

It’s likely that there’s no statute that can hold Kennedy, and by extension, Trump, Cassidy and every other feckless senator who voted to confirm, criminally liable for this monstrosity. There should be, but even if there was such a statute, the bootlicker AG Pamela Jo Bondi would never prosecute.

Cora and I are already wondering whether or not there will be flu vaccines available in the fall. Maybe we should start stocking up on masks.


The human cost of a tax cut
After Elon Musk, the world’s richest man, slashed USAID, the agency that provided (operative word “provided”) for the poor, the malnourished, and the sick, Musk infamously insisted that all was well, posting, “No one has died as a result of a brief pause to do a sanity check on foreign aid funding,” It should come as no surprise that Musk lied. In an administration that takes incompetence and stupidity to new levels the one thing that the administration has mastered is the art of prevarication

.n his heartbreaking opinion piece for The New York Times, titled Musk Said No One Has Died Since Aid Was Cut. That Isn’t True, Nicholas Kristof documents the casualties wrought by Musk and the further casualties that loom on a dark, deadly horizon.

Kristof tells the story of ten year old Peter Donde, who contracted AIDS at birth. Under the PEPFAR program started during the George W. Bush Administration, 26 million lives, including young Peter’s, were saved. When PEPFAR was shut down, Peter was unable to receive his medication. He died from an opportunistic pneumonia infection when his immune system, like the program that kept Peter alive, shut down.

Thirty-five year old Jennifer Inyaa and her five year old son Evan Anzoo were HIV positive but kept alive by American aid. When the aid stopped Jennifer and Evan became sick and then died within a week of each other.

Over the coming year it’s estimated that the the stopping of American aid will take the lives of 1,650,000 people from HIV/AIDS related illness.

With the cutting off of other aid it’s estimated that 500,000 people will die without U.S provided vaccines and another 550,000 will starve to death.

Kristof’s piece is a long read. Not because he’s verbose but because he requires the space to document so much projected death and tragedy. Kristof documents numbers, but every number represents a living person who is expected to perish.

But Musk and his billionaire friends don’t think in terms of lives. They’re focused on dollars. The cutting off of American humanitarian aid means a future of sickness and starvation for the poor and the hungry, while for Musk, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg and others in the billionaire’s club, shuttering USAID represents money saved in order to fund a tax cut.

What is the life of a hungry Black child in Africa to Elon Musk, the oligarchs, the tech bros and the MAGA cronies? For that matter, what is the life of a Black kid in Mississippi to this gang heartless pillagers? What are lives when there’s more money to be had, because why settle for billions when there’s a race to be the first trillionaire?


MAHA
That’s the acronym that RFK Jr. came up with. It means Make America Healthy Again. Not a bad idea. So it seems counterintuitive that ten thousand federal health workers will be joining their colleagues from other federal agencies in the unemployment lines. The cuts are to agencies that regulate food and drugs, and research treatments and cures for various diseases.

Why?

Because these cuts, along with the unconscionable slashing of USAID and all of the other cuts are being made in order to fund the aforementioned tax cuts for the wealthy.


There was some good news but it didn’t come out of Trump’s White House. It came from the French who know something about serving justice. A court in Paris found Marine Le Pen, the leader of France’s far-right National Rally Party, guilty of embezzling European Parliament funds. She’s been barred from seeking office for five years. It’s what should have happened in the United States. Republicans had countless off ramps from Trump’s highway to hell but they chose to drive on.


It’s tiring and it’s dispiriting. Cora and I are planning a spring trip to New York City. A Mets game, a Yankees game, Broadway, jazz at Birdland, a mountainous corned beef sandwich at Katz, and steak at Peter Luger. My heart is only partially into the idea. Not just because of the doldrums of life in Trumpistan but because I have doubts about the wisdom of spending thousand of dollars during this time of upheaval.

Maybe part of the malaise is due to the constant rainy weather. Maybe all we need is a stretch of sunny weather. Maybe what we needed was less apathy and more commonsense last November.

Here in Trumpistan it’s not all bad news. Take the now well publicized amateurish chat group of administration officials discussing a military strike against the Houthis in Yemen, using Signal, a retail messaging app, and accidentally inviting journalist, Jeffrey Goldberg, the Editor in Chief of The Atlantic, to the party.

When I read about this latest Trumpy misadventure I was elated. To be clear, in normal times elation wouldn’t have been counted among my list of emotions that would have included disbelief, disgust, and of course relief that no American lives were lost. Make no mistake, after hearing the details of Signal-gate I was disgusted and relieved. What happened to disbelief? Given the collection of arrogant, unqualified nitwits that populates the Trump administration the Signal episode is exactly what one would have expected.

The details about a journalist accidentally being included in a chat between high level government officials planning an airstrike in Yemen are by now well established. Even the administration and the cast of clowns who perpetrated the fiasco admit to the sequence of events. Now the arguments are over semantics and legalities and the prospects of rolling heads (Pamela Jo Bondi our miniskirted Attorney General and Trump acolyte has shown no inclination to bring charges).


Back to my elation. There’s a bright silver lining that surrounds the dark cloud of ineptitude, in that it has exposed yet more of the administration’s lack of competence, disregard for protocol, outright arrogance and disdain for the law. It has also exposed the fecklessness of Republican members of the United States Congress who have been bending over backwards to offer weak excuses and proffers of “get out of jail free cards” for a fiasco that would have had any active duty officer court martialed and jailed. Even Republican lawmakers who are on the fringes of normalcy offered pathetic comments. Mike Lawler of New York suggested that there should be “guardrails put in place to make sure it never happens again.” Hello? There are plenty of codified guardrails in place, along with an important guardrail that is not codified nor should it be – commonsense. You can have volumes of rules and regulations in place, but in the end Congressman Lawler, you can’t, as the saying goes, fix stupid.

The Signal misadventure is just one more example of the utter incompetence of an administration that is populated with neophytes, cronies, Trump bootlickers, and unqualified imbeciles. In a comedy starring Will Ferrell and Ben Stiller it might be hilarious but in the real world of a nation that used to be a world leader and has now turned to vomiting all over itself and acting like a lout who’s had far too many tequila shots, it’s tragic.

Just as Nixon’s Watergate was a good thing, Signal-gate is a good thing. Both exposed major problems with out of control, lawless presidents. The difference is that the Republican reaction to Watergate was outrage, as it should have been, while the current GOP falls back on a shameless duck and cover drill..

It’s a sad situation when we have to rely on slapstick blunders to wake people up to the five alarm fire that is going unchecked. And the even sadder and potentially more tragic aspect is that we need more slapstick blunders, and misadventures, and law breaking, and rights violations to get people to wake up and help out the bucket brigade.

And so while my better angels (if I have any) say I should decry the administrations outrages and all the damages that they’re causing, I’ve found myself applauding them. And that’s conflicting.

If Trump’s Administration was simply indistinct and harmless I’d figure we’ll get by for another four years. When Trump 1.0 began, as much as I detested the man, I was all for Trump’s success. For the good of the nation and the world one should pull for the success of a president. But Trump 2.0 isn’t harmless and has no intention of being harmless. In fact he and his pack of thieves, con artists and thugs are striving towards destruction. So yes, I’m cheering failure. Every time the administration steps on the proverbial rake I’m pumping my fist, and Signal-gate just about broke the poor hapless rake.

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March 22, 2025
Walnut Creek CA.

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse, and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.” ~ Desmond Tutu

It’s the third straight week that Cora and I have joined the Saturday protest at the Tesla dealership in Walnut Creek. On March 8th, the crowd was estimated at around 500. The following week the crowd was estimated at 700. On this, the third week, the crowd size was estimated at 1000.

These are the faces of democracy.

Cora and I and our good friend Ramon have arrived at the site a few minutes early and already we’re feeling optimistic about the crowd size. Because as is true with many things, when it comes to a protest, size matters. It isn’t even the appointed time and the crowd is already larger than last week’s protest at its peak.

“You can only protect your liberties in this world by protecting the other man’s freedom. You can only be free if I am free.” ~ Clarence Darrow

A Navy veteran from the submarine service

The protest begins near the Tesla dealership and marches to South Main Street, a major thoroughfare. We’re just behind the front of the march and when I glance back I see a throng behind us.

Cora and I exchange looks and we both feel the same surge of emotion. Almost daily, Trump, Musk and a band of pirates looking to pillage the republic leave me feeling ashamed and in despair. But out here, I feel pride and optimism. I’m almost in tears. Out here impending subordination is replaced by the surge of power.

“I am your justice…I am your retribution.” ~ Donald J. Trump

“They want us to be afraid.
They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes.
They want us to barricade our doors
and hide our children.
Their aim is to make us fear life itself!
They want us to hate.
They want us to hate ‘the other’
…” ~ Kamand Kojouri

“The future of this republic is in the hands of the American voter.” ~ Dwight D. Eisenhower, 1949

In November of 2024 the American voter, or at least the American voter who sat it out or cast a protest vote, underestimating the threat of Trump, dropped the ball. And so here we are, trying to recover the fumble.

Their aim is to divide us all!
They want us to be inhuman.
They want us to throw out our kindness.
They want us to bury our love
and burn our hope.
Their aim is to take all our light!
~ Kamand Kojouri

Our demonstration is loud and boisterous. Horns, drums, whistles, the honking horns of support from drivers passing by. And of course there are the human voices. Democracy isn’t words scrawled on yellowed parchment with a quill pen. Democracy is the voice of the people. And out here the voice is a crescendo. Right now it’s a growing movement, but we have to be vigilant and persistent. I’ve seen movements sputter and die until they’ve been relegated to a sentence in a history book instead of being the book itself.

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“To say nothing is saying something. You must denounce things you are against or one might believe that you support things you really do not.” ~ Germany Kent

Silence.

They say it’s golden.

Except when silence is complicity.

These days the silence screams approbation. “Nothing to see here,” shouts the stillness. “It’s all cool, carry on please,” shouts the hush. “Just you wait. We’ll get ‘em in the midterms,” roars the muteness.

Well, that’s if we get to the midterms.

The silence.

Its like falling snow in the wilderness.

At various times on this site, I’ve written about the silence and condemned it, in no uncertain terms. In almost daily posts on social media I’ve begged, cajoled, challenged and confronted people to get involved and it’s all largely fallen on deaf, and likely by now, angry ears. I imagine that more than a few people take exception to my telling them to enjoy their lattes while the country is burning down. As I expressed in a recent piece, I don’t care what they think.

I resent carrying their share of the burden. But I’ve recently realized that I resent even more, the fact that I and concerned people like me are carrying the burden of people who have the horsepower to carry a much larger share of the load.

There are people in our society whose voices resonate from coast to coast, and beyond. Their words have true weight. Where my voice and those like mine carry a mere ounce of weight, theirs carry untold tons. And yet they remain mute.

Who are these clarions?

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March 15. 2025
It’s Saturday, noontime. Cora and I walking to the Tesla dealership in Walnut Creek, California.

Walnut Creek is a tony little town located at the northern end of the Tri-Valley, but isn’t really considered a part of Tri-Valley. That’s because Tri-Valley is stinking rich and Walnut Creek is only – tony. The long ridge known as the East Bay Hills separates Walnut Creek, and the Tri-Valley area from West Contra Costa County. It’s not just a physical divide, it’s a cultural and economic one.

Walnut Creek is Nordstrom, Chanel, Apple, Whole Foods and Lululemon. West County is Target, Lucky and, once you’re into Richmond and San Pablo, a lot of ethnic businesses; Black, Hispanic, and a spectrum of Asian. When you pause for a moment and think about it, West County is a hell of a lot more interesting than Tri-Valley.

West County’s only big shopping mall, Hilltop, was shut down years ago and sits as a sad, abandoned, decaying paean to the death of malls. It was a victim of apathy, a measure of crime, and the rampant plague of Jeff Bezos. The City of Richmond is trying to decide what to do with it. I’m betting on a fringe evangelical church taking over part of it.

The other way to view the divide is to visit the schools. West County schools get by, while some Tri-Valley and Walnut Creek high schools could be mistaken for JCs. America is supposed to be a nation of equal opportunity in education but that’s a myth. Both areas get funding from the tax base but that funding is much higher in affluent communities. In the more affluent communities funding shortfalls are made up for by donations and silent auctions that fetch big ticket items and equally large bids from families with big bank accounts. Many West County families, particularly in San Pablo, Richmond and El Sobrante are living paycheck to paycheck and you won’t find as much parent participation as you would in an affluent community because, well, there are only so many hours in a day. Of course the Trump administration’s slash and burn policies are moving towards a different kind of equality – “nobody gets nothing.” It’s clear which side of the East Bay Hills will suffer more.


We’re walking from the parking garage of Broadway Plaza, past said Macy’s and Lululemon and Apple, to the Tesla dealership.

The previous week I’d hesitated – because, shame on me, I’d stereotyped. Given the economic and social makeup of Walnut Creek, I wondered how a protest would be received.

Quite well actually.

The protesters were local or, like Cora and I, from surrounding areas.

As we lined South Main Street, people driving rich people cars honked their horns in support – even those driving Teslas (who,about this time, are likely regretting their choice in cars).

The crowd is larger this week than last week. Last week’s crowd was estimated at 500+ at its peak. Today the demonstration hasn’t even started at it appears we’ve eclipsed 500 already. Four of this week’s new comers include my son, my daughter-in-law, and our grandchildren, ages 17 and 7 (I’m glad for their participation and even gladder that the two youngest are getting a first hand lesson in democracy).

This is going to become our weekly ritual. Tesla on Saturdays to protest Elon Musk, DOGE, and the Trump Administration in general. This week you could add Democratic Senate Minority Leader, Chuck Schumer.


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The question was posed to writer, academician, and former professor at the U.S. Naval War College, Tom Nichols, “What is Donald Trump’s agenda?”

Nichols answered, “Trump is going through and he is kind of checking boxes and paying dues, you know, of Yeah. If you help me get in, I’ll set up all these schemes. You guys can, I mean, Trump, in a way, I, I don’t want people to attribute too much purposefulness to this, because I think what he’s really doing is saying, I achieved the thing I needed to achieve. You and I talked about this after the inauguration. I’m not in jail. Right. I’ve defeated all my legal cases. Thank you all. You may all now indulge yourselves. Just go do what you want. And I think that’s what’s happening. Hey, can you give us a crypto reserve? Sure.” (emphasis mine)

It was never a dark secret that Trump’s goal in running for president, and winning, was ultimately to stay out of jail. Everything else, including, grifting, gaming the system for profit, and bilking the taxpayers was gravy. And of course there was retribution. 

Donald Trump has no domestic plan for improving the lives of all Americans. Nearly two months into his presidency, it’s clear that he has no cogent economic policy, as he’s whipsawed on tariffs to the point that investors are frozen in confusion and fear, and as a result the market is cratering. He’s not a deep thinker when it comes to geopolitics. In fact he’s not a deep thinker when it comes to anything. I believe that he’s not even a deep thinker when it comes to fraud and grifting. And in that regard he’s the idiot savant. Swindling and racketeering simply come naturally. He’s the flim-flam man in whose head inspirations of double-dealing sprout organically.

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March 4, 2025.
Aspiring Fuehrer Donald J. Trump gave a State of the Union Speech before the usual gaggle; members of Congress, the Supreme Court, the Cabinet, a bunch of bemedaled generals and anyone in the world who had nothing better to do. Nothing better to do sounds rather apathetic, but the fact of the matter is that after Trump’s 100 minute harangue, nothing better would have been better.

In general, the State of the Union speech has become an anachronism, a holdover from the olden days that goes back to the early twentieth century. It’s kabuki that’s as yesterday as the telegraph and the Model T.

There’s the traditional grand entrance where members of Congress crowd towards the president, supplicating for the honor to shake the regal hand or touch his sleeve or to be recognized by name by whichever fearless leader is in charge at the time (one would think that Jesus himself was entering the building). During the address, members of the President’s party wait for the perfect pauses so that they can rise as one with thundering applause and huzzahs while the other side sits in smug, seated on their hands, silence.

Beginning with Ronald Reagan, the speech now includes props. Props in the form of people who are supposed to add some sort of real life context to the message. The human prop seated in the gallery stands and waves, while the President relates the human prop’s heartrending story of triumph or tragedy. At the end of the President’s tale, men are shouting praises and women are dabbing their eyes.

At the end of the speech, the President’s party proclaims the speech to be Churchillian, while the other party calls it a collection of hogwash, and the pundits analyze it to death while revealing the misrepresentations, and the outright lies. Afterwards, the opposing party chooses someone to give a televised response.

Historically the State of the Union has been a President’s annual message to Congress and the nation, that is meant to communicate the current condition of the country, and the President’s proposals for the coming year. Until 1912, the State of the Union was not an oratory but a written report submitted to Congress. Given the partisan theater that the State of the Union has become, perhaps the whole thing should revert to a written report.

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Jason Barone: “I’m starting to feel a little intimidated.”
Paulie ‘Walnuts’ Gualtieri (Tony Soprano’s brutal henchman): “As well you should my friend. A man who teaches skiing for a living, ought to look after his physical condition. Wouldn’t you say? His knees. You wouldn’t be in this situation had you listened to Tony in the first place.”
A scene from The Sopranos

Unless you live in the State of Indiana, you can be excused if you don’t recognize the name, Victoria Spartz. Victoria Spartz is the Republican U.S. representative for Indiana’s 5th congressional district.

Congresswoman Spartz was of a mind to bravely vote a “hard no” (her words) against House Speaker Mike Johnson’s (and Trump’s) budget reconciliation bill. I say bravely because for a Republican to try to swim upstream against the river Trump is to risk drowning in scorn and threats. CNN’s Manu Raju asked Spartz whether she would give in to pressure from her GOP colleagues. Spartz replied, “You don’t know me well enough.… You should know better than that by now. We cannot be weak, and we have to do the right thing for the people.”

That was until Donald Trump got Victoria Spartz on the phone.

Spartz was in the Republican cloakroom when she took the call. Her colleagues heard Trump screaming and berating Sparks, calling her a “fake Republican” and reminding her that he was the president.

As Spartz left the cloakroom, Speaker Johnson put a hand on her shoulder and said, “You know what you have to do.” There were no reports about whether or not Johnson was holding a lead pipe when he approached Spartz, or whether Johnson was accompanied by a guy named Silvio, wearing a tacky white gym suit, sporting slicked back hair and a menacing scowl.

Spartz flipped. Apparently doing “the right thing for the people,” took a back seat to the idea of getting politically “knee capped.” In the end, Spartz said, “I trust his (Trump’s) word.” Yeah, how many betrayed associates and stiffed contractors have uttered those words? “I trust his word.” Victoria Spartz is a liar, or a coward, or an imbecile.

Trump’s word. As reliable as Monopoly money. Given the fact that she’s facing the threat of the President of the United States, I’d like to give Spartz a pass, but no. At some point someone has got to stand up to Trump. Okay, you get primaried, you lose your congressional job, you’re out of work – find another job. Your own constituents who work for the government are being summarily fired in unheard of numbers, while being told, in insulting, ‘you didn’t do your job,’ terms, to go work someplace else and you, Ms. Spartz, are afraid of being primaried. Shame on you. You, as a congresswoman, have unlimited job prospects as opposed to those recently fired constituents who are staring into the void.

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What’s happened to The Life in My Years? It used to be a semi-biographical blog about travel, nostalgia, and history. There were posts about San Francisco as it was back before the techies and short sighted politicians ruined it; you know Summer of Love, the good old days. It used to include posts dedicated to photography; flowers, food, people, places, architecture and landscape. There was even a post with a guacamole recipe. Politics was just a sideshow.

Now it’s straight up politics. What happened to The Life in My Years?

Donald Trump happened – again. And with a vengeance – literally with a vengeance. The Donald Trump Administration and all of the ramifications; the fallout, the cruelty and that fact that we are witnessing and living through the disintegration of America’s democracy and the repudiation of everything good that America ever stood for. This is what’s become of The Life in My Years.

This is the new and present life.

I get up in the morning, usually around five, and then I ask myself if I want to watch the news, or Morning Joe, or Sports Center. If I opt for the latter I know that I’m just forestalling the anxiety – and sometimes that’s the best choice. The two former options mean that I’m probably going to start off the day on the wrong foot.

Do I listen to a podcast during my walk with the dog or do I just go with the sound of the bayfront?

There are days when I vow not to watch news or even get news second hand. My wife Cora is a news junkie and sometimes the conversation goes like this:
Cora: “That Trump, he’s just an evil person. Did you hear …”
Me: “Nope, I don’t wanna hear it.”
Cora: “But … “
Me: “No, no and no. Not today.”

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“But it might be argued that had more non-Nazi Germans read it (Hitler’s Mein Kampf) before 1933 and had the foreign statesmen of the world perused it carefully while there was still time, both Germany and the world might have been saved from catastrophe. For whatever accusations can be made against Adolf Hitler, no one can accuse him of not putting down in writing exactly the kind of Germany he intended to make if he ever came to power and the kind of world he meant to create by armed German conquest.” William L. Shirer, The Rise and Fall of The Third Reich.

Mr. Shirer’s words can be borrowed for the present.

But it might be argued that had more American voters read Project 2025 and listened to Donald Trump’s very words, and had Joe Biden perused the polls carefully while there was still time, both America and the world might have been saved from catastrophe. For whatever accusations can be made against him, no one can accuse Donald Trump and his associates of not putting down in writing, or in words, exactly the kind of America they intended to make if Trump ever came back to power.


“The tyranny of a prince in an oligarchy is not so dangerous to the public welfare as the apathy of a citizen in a democracy.”– Montesquieu, Spirit of the laws, 1748

“I don’t like politics.
“Politics is depressing.”
“I avoid politics.”
“Talking about politics always leads to arguments and bad feelings.”
“No political talk in the house.”
“Politics is ruining Facebook.’

I see that last one a lot.

I’m pretty certain that I’ve been unfollowed by a few of the friends on my Facebook feed. I’m no fun, and I’m too depressing with all this political stuff. Yep – guilty as charged. Since that day, January 20th, most of what I’ve posted has been politics related.

What are those trite rejoinders? Oh yeah, “Too bad, so sad.” “Sorry, not sorry.”

It’s not as if I’m not showing up on lots of feeds. Put up a photo of my grandson playing basketball, or of a Sacher torte in Vienna, or a photo of a castle in Bavaria and the like-o-meter lights up like the DC skies on the Fourth of July.

A post about USAID food meant for starving kids, rotting on a dock because the administration has frozen distribution and –

crickets.

Too depresing.

The silence is deafening

and discouraging.

But guess what. It’s not really politics. Not anymore.

What is politics? Webster defines politics (in part) as:
a: the art or science of government
b: the art or science concerned with guiding or influencing governmental policy
c: the art or science concerned with winning and holding control over a government

Hell we’re beyond those banalities. Right now it’s all about decency, fairness, morality, charity, empathy, propriety, humanity and a whole lot of other “ities.” Because all of those things are absent from the current administration.

And nobody seems to care.

Crickets.

So I have to assume that all of the people who are “above” politics don’t really care about the grotesqueries that the administration is perpetrating in our names. I assume that they are okay that:
The United States is no longer feeding the hungry.
The United States has stopped delivering medicine to the sick.
The Secretary of State worked out a deal that could send American prisoners to a penal colony in El Salvador.
Trans people have gone from being marginalized to being victims of a policy that is literally trying to erase them from society.

There’s nothing political about the list above. You are either a decent person with a functioning moral compass who decides to speak out, or your soul is a silent, empty, unprincipled desert.

Everyone is comfy-cosy about a cabinet composed entirely of ideological imbeciles, sycophants, and unqualified nincompoops who are not beholden to their duties to work for the good of the nation but rather are serving as unyielding loyalists to a vindictive president who is off his rocker? Everyone’s cool with a clown show running most of the agencies that affect daily life from everything we consume, to the air we breathe, to the stewardship of the national parks we visit, to education, medicine, research, and national, personal and financial security. And that’s just a start? I have to assume that everyone, save a select few, are good with the calamity.


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