Sunday, December 19, 2021

16th Holiday Spectacular

Man, I had to work a bit the past couple of months and it's good to wind down. It’s the season and time for my 16th Annual Holiday Spectacular. Every year I try and write it as I go without a lot of premeditation (although someone nasty could argue that about all my posts).  I’m feeling movies this year. Actually, I did Tom Hanks last year, but add a few others here:

Dustin Hoffman's Ten Best movies:

The Graduate

Tootsie

Rain Man

Meet the Fockers

Lenny

Family Business

Kramer versus Kramer

All the President's Men

Midnight Cowboy

Wag the Dog

The Graduate is what made him famous and is iconic. I suppose younger people don't know it at all. At the time it was considered quite risque. Now, not so much. Tootsie, with Bill Murray as Dustin's roommate, was a hysterical comedy that was actually about something other than a bachelor party.  Wag the Dog is probably the least well-known film mentioned here and was a political movie he did with DeNiro and an all-star cast. I remember thinking it was a lot better than I had thought it would be. He was hysterical as Ben Stiller's father in Meet the Fockers. Family Business, with Sean Connery and Matthew Broderick, about three generations of criminals was a sleeper. I doubt Lenny is shown a lot anymore. It's about Lenny Bruce, the comedian who was arrested and sometimes banned for his performance (and comedians today should thank him), but also very good. I guess I should add the film Ishtar, starring Dustin and his real-life buddy, Warren Beatty, was one of the worst movies I ever saw.

Jack Nicholson’s Ten Best movies:

As Good as it Gets

Batman

The Shining

The Departed

Chinatown

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

A Few Good Men

Prizzi’s Honor

Terms of Endearment

The Two Jakes

Jack has been making movies since before I was born, sometime in the ‘50s. And, not surprisingly, not all of them are gems, but many were. His persona is so powerful that even when he’s not the lead or it’s an ensemble film, he usually steals it anyway, such as in Batman and A Few Good Men. Jack’s character doesn’t even have to be likeable for it to be unforgettable (unlike say, Tom Hanks, who is likeable in every film). For me, his performance in As Good as it Gets was his perfect lead role, but he may have been even better in Batman where he set the incredibly high standard for the Joker.

Top ten Westerns (Is it possible I’ve never done one yet?)

The Outlaw Josey Wales

The Good, The Bad and the Ugly

Tombstone

High Plains Drifter

Pale Rider

Fistful of Dollars

For a Few Dollars More

True Grit (John Wayne version)

Cat Ballou

Silverado

I can’t really choose between The Outlaw Josey Wales and The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. Both are brilliant films. TGTBATU probably set the standard while breaking all rules for Westerns. You have to give Sergio Leone credit for his Westerns on the list along with Eastwood. But Josey Wales is probably my favorite and has as good writing and performances as any more celebrated non-Westerns. The list, is, of course, mostly Eastwood. But, he made the best Westerns. True Grit is my favorite John Wayne movie. But, the remake with Jeff Bridges was really good too. I recommend both. Cat Ballou is unlike other great westerns. It’s a comedy starring Jane Fonda and Lee Marvin and in which Stubby Kaye and Nat King Cole provide the chorus. I’d brag for it that it made the American Film Institute's top 10 Western list, but it is a horrible list clearly made by people who did not like Westerns and this is the only one of their ten I'd agree on. As for Tombstone, it is also a tremendous film, and I have long said that the Academy owes Val Kilmer an Oscar and I’m definitely not the only one who thinks so. 

Top Ten Denzel Washington Movies

Glory

Inside Man

Malcolm X

The Equalizer

Devil in a Blue Dress

The Taking of Pelham 123

Remember the Titans

The Preacher’s Wife

Philadelphia

Man on Fire

Notes: Everyone likes Denzel. Probably literally everyone. Philadelphia is the type of movie I normally wouldn’t like (it’s more Hank’s movie but I think it is one of Denzel’s best roles). Glory is an ensemble piece and Denzel was not yet famous. But, his portrayal of a resentful black soldier in the Civil War absolutely stole the movie. Man on Fire, Equalizer and Inside Man are simply great intelligent action hero movies (meaning not like most Stallone or Schwarzenegger or Norris movies - not that I don't love them too). And along with Ben Kingsley’s role as Gandhi, Denzel’s Malcolm X is probably the best historical portrait I’ve ever seen.

MUSIC

All that said, those movies and stars are not as important to this post as what comes next. For quite some time now in most every Holiday Spectaculars, I unveil my top 20 Xmas songs, now recognized throughout the universe as the "official" Christmas song list (let me have it). Every year it’s a little different, but this year there are a number of changes. I’m so excited, I really can’t wait (and it’s a lot more fun than writing about fascism all the time):

THE LIST

1. Fairytale of New York. I play this crazy Christmas song over and over again. It's by The Pogues, an English punk band, seemingly more Irish than English and an Irish singer, Kristy MacColl. The Pogues lead singer, Shane MacGowan melodic but very raspy voice is hypnotic with the right song. Frankly, other than this Xmas song and Rake at the Gates of Hell, I don't like them at all. But I really like this (though some might find it offensive).

2. New York City Christmas by Rob Thomas. Maybe I'm getting tired of the more traditional songs. This first appeared on my list a couple of years ago and has risen dramatically. 

3. Baby, it's cold outside. Still a favorite. I raved enough in past years about the idiocy of the woke, who claim it is a date rape song and won't say more except - Morons! 

2. Game of Bells. By the French trio L.E.D., who I think only have one mainstream hit. But, this combo of the theme from Game of Thrones and Silver Bells is great. 
 
3. 
Cool Yule.  Louis Armstrong sings a Steve Allen song. Almost everyday I listen and it's just as good.  

4. All I want for Xmas is you. I love this Vince Vaughn and the Vandals one-hit wonder. It was recorded before the Mariah Carey hit of the same name.

5. 
From a Distance. There are so many people I can't stand who are just outstanding performers. Bette Midler is one of them. I love her version.
 
6. 
Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Almost impossible not to sing the chorus if you are listening . . . and then for hours afterwards.

7. 
Joy to the World. I still think the greatest voice I've ever heard.   

8. Oiche Chiuin (I left off the Gaelic accent marks) is also one of my favorites. In English, it is Silent Night. There are many great recordings, but I recommend Enya's version. She is only my second favorite Gaelic musician, but she's awesome. My favorite Gaelic musician, the ethereal Aine Minogue, who rarely performs outside the Boston area in small venues has a wonderful instrumental version.

9.  
Linus and Lucy (from a Charlie Brown Christmas – I think of it as a Christmas song). I never get tired of Vince Guaraldi's classic piano piece.

10. Christmas EveSiberian Sleigh Ride and Carol of the BellsAs with other years, I call a tie for three Trans-Siberian Orchestra pieces.  

11. Frosty the Snow Man (Jimmy Durante version ONLY).

12. I'll be home for Christmas. Many great versions, but right now I like the one by Joy Williams.

13. Christmas by Maria Carey. For the time being I like this one better than her All I want for Christmas is You. 

14. Christmas Time is Here. Daniela Andrade, a youtube breakout star, is one of my favorite singers these days. Maybe my favorite. Her version of this song could put me to sleep, and I mean that in a good way.  The all-too unknown Mary Fahl, an incredibly powerful singer, has one of my favorite versions too.

15. Ave Maria.  Usually I choose the version by Andrea Bocelli, which is great. But this year its Christina Perri. She isn't huge star, but I love her voice.

16.  We Wish You a Merry Christmas. I know I'm going a little Irish crazy but right now I want to hear the version by Celtic Women.

17. The Perfect Christmas. Version by the above mentioned angel-voiced Daniela Andrade.  I've been listening to her for some years now, but she grows on me stronger and stronger. Her year, obviously.

18. March of the Wooden Soldiers composed by Victor Herbert. The real name is March of the Toys, but since I know it from the movie, that's how I think of it.

19. White Christmas. But, not the Bing Crosby version from the movie Holiday Inn (not, as many think, the sequel, White Christmas). I love the Otis Redding version, made popular by the movie, Love Actually.

20 Silent Night.  In English, right now, I like Martina McBride's version.

An American Christmas Tale:

You are probably familiar with the Harry Belafonte rendition of I heard the Bells on Christmas Eve. He did not write it, nor did any jingle writer. The words were originally written by the famous American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, in a poem Christmas Bells, written on Christmas Day, 1863, after he learned his son, Charles, who had enlisted in the Union Army without notifying his father, in order to, if necessary, give his life for his country, had been wounded in the little-known Battle of Mine Run in Virginia a few weeks earlier. 

If the poem is too Christian or religious for you, try not to let it bother you. For me, at least, it is easy to look at art divorced from the religious trappings its creator may have intended. It may not be so for others. But, whether they want me to or not, I wish they could. I say to unto you in my most pseudo of faux-religious words - No one owns pretty lights, great music, movies or inspirational words once they are out in the world. 

Though not on my top twenty list, this song stirred me when I just knew it as a Belafonte (or Bing Crosby) song, and it does more so knowing what it meant to Longfellow. As the writer Ray Bradbury wrote in Something Wicked this Way Comes, it is "immensely moving, overwhelming, no matter what day or what month it was sung." It is ultimately about just what he wrote, peace on earth and the hope for the triumph of good over evil. Comforting words in difficult times. I actually hear Belafonte as I read them:

"I heard the bells on Christmas Day

Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
"There is no peace on earth," I said;
    "For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
"God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men."


Saturday, November 20, 2021

Thank you, Kyle!

 ‘Some are born great’ --

‘Some achieve greatness,’ --

‘And some have greatness thrust upon them.’

                                                      Shakespeare – Twelfth Night, Act III, Sc. IV

 

Thank you, Kyle.

No matter what fascists, stupid, confused people or those good people merely misled by our sick media, say, we thank you, are glad for, inspired by and admire you. And because of what you went through, you are entitled to have it laid upon you rather thick.

If you are wondering why we are thanking you, it’s this -

Because you reminded us that we have to support and be good to one another despite every effort to replace our morals with racism, anger, aggression and oppression – and yet, we don’t have to die or refrain from living our lives because others want that hate to reign.

Because when the jury sent out a beacon to the world with the message that there are good still good people among us who value truth and justice, it gave us hope.

Because when Binger’s “heroes” were busy destroying a town, you lived out what another hero long ago said to the worst possible man - “You do your worst -- and we will do our best” and went and washed graffiti off a schoolhouse.

Because, when even a stranger asked for your help to protect his property, you went and helped, despite knowing about the vicious mob that might hurt you or even kill you -- even now if they get a chance.

Because you understood that day that Binger’s “heroes” would kill you and you brought a gun, but selflessly gave away your personal armor.

Because, you were not threatening, though threats were all around you, despite the fact that you had a gun, and because you said “friendly, friendly, friendly,” because you were just that.

Because you brought a medical bag in order to help people in the midst of angry, vicious and even mentally ill people who would do you harm because you were doing good.

Because you showed restraint and mercy to those surrounding you who did not attack you and even some who did -- but then backed off.

Because you were viciously attacked and survived, then set upon by those who should protect you, and deserve every bit of good will you get.

Because when you were attacked by fascists (or whatever they want to call themselves), you defended yourself rather than rolled yourself up in a ball and acquiesced to dying being severely injured, possibly permanently - for the sake of the media and false narrative that only skin color matters and everyone with the wrong skin color must get out of the way or suffer the consequences.

Because we haven’t had the opportunity to feel this good about a public event since the day we learned that a small bit of justice was carried out for those who died in 9/11.

Because when the prosecutors lied and lied and lied about you, said you thought you were a cowboy, said you walked with a swagger, said you intended to kill – everything but the truth -- that you fought for your life, you persevered.

Because when those same prosecutors, who may have done some good in their life, lied about there being nothing to fear from that first insane assaulter charging at you - because he was short, as if a short man couldn’t harm you, or pretended that you weren’t ambushed – that you were the pursuer, you persevered.

Because these prosecutors, whose job it is to help protect victims, decided the arsonists and rapists and destroyers of our society were the victims and called those who would have killed you “heroes,” and you persevered.

Because these prosecutors, who seem to me the kind of people who would have prosecuted Jews in the Warsaw ghetto for killing in self-defense, should have refused the job the way decent humans do when asked to do something indecent, without risk to their own lives and well-being, rather than do everything they could – even rob you of constitutional rights to try and put you in jail for life, perhaps because they thought their job required it – perhaps worse.

Because when Binger, whatever good he has done in his life, is now known to us as a small, vicious and dangerous man, by watching him try to tear you apart on the stand, taunt you, mock you and trip you up with falsehoods and tricks, you persevered.

Because you’ve been made a part of a narrative created by modern-day racists and fascists that you have had no say in, because most of our media is lost to us.

Because there are many good people in this country, and perhaps a large part of the world, who hypnotized by the propaganda and what passes these days for journalists, believe that you are the bad person, and you will likely have to deal with that for the rest of your life.

Because we know you must suffer because the people in your life have to bear this with you, even if they do so lovingly and without complaint.

Because you helped expose once again what a divisive and small man the supposed “leader to the free world” is, who, without watching the trial, said he was “angry and concerned” at the verdict.

Because you, through your ordeal, reminded us how precious is justice, how important a fair trial is, how important strong judges are and jurors willing to face up their duties.

For all those and other reasons, thank you.

 ***

I know you didn’t want this, wish it never happened. So do most of us, though I expect people have different reasons why. But we also wish that the movement that seeks to wipe away Martin Luther King, Jr’s “dream,” that has asked us to be racist in the name of anti-racism, that embraces fascism in the name of anti-fascism and that thinks a right of self-defense is based on skin color, never happened. We wish many things, and this is what we got. There are no alternatives to change the past, only the future. I feel a little better about this world knowing people like you, this judge and jury, are in it.

I’d like to leave you with a poem that you may or may not have read before. Because you will still be lied about, have your reputation trampled upon, perhaps even physically attacked. And it would be deserved, but not wise, for you to get a big head over all of it. I send this poem to people and write about it again and again it because it inspires me like none other. It’s called If and it was written in 1910 by a famous British writer, Rudyard Kipling. It’s about the kinds of thing many parents probably don’t teach their kids anymore, as it is not about being a victim, canceling people or hate. I don’t pretend to meet the fine notions contained in it, but aspire to them, at least, no matter how many times I may fail. But, right now, though I don’t really know you, I suspect you already embody some of its finest notions, and I wish I could write so well as a tribute to you myself. Above all, stay humble, Kyle. There are monsters out there waiting to do it for you whether you deserve it or not.

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, October 25, 2021

Fight fascism - READ!

What can we, simple citizens, raised to peaceful ways, do to fight fascism? Well, one is vote. Two, is raise your voice about it to friends and family, who may not want to hear it. I don't mean start fights or talk about things your friends/family can't bear to hear, but if they get to say X, you should get to say Y. If, like me, you enjoy writing and don't mind the lack of a huge audience, right about it.  Third, read. Yes, read. If you read the right things, it is a subversive act - subversive to fascism.

Reading is kind of like the way I learn about my hobbies, which are far too many. I'm sure there are many people who read more than I do but, I am aware that most years I might read more books than most people read in their adult lives. It comes easy for me, and will not come easy for others. But, if you are reading this - you probably read.

The following are just some things I've read recently that resonated with me on the fight against fascism. As to whether I am an alarmist, we can discuss when you get to the last quote (there are four).

Ali. I read the following in a book, Ali by Jonathan Eig, which was not about fascism or freedom, but on the "Greatest," the former heavyweight boxing champ, Muhammad Ali.  Ali fought in the '60s and '70s, so racism in America was a genuine issue. It was real.  At some point Ali joined the Nation of Islam, which has always been controversial. Having read some Malcolm X on racism in America, I often had to agree with him, because of the context of the times he lived in - when racism was prevalent, murderous (so too was the Nation of Islam) and deep. But, I often had to disagree with him too, as sometimes he was just plain wrong. Eventually, when suspended from the Nation (in reality because he knew the leader had impregnated many women not his wife), he disagreed to, enough so that they killed him. Now, of course, the Nation of Islam is long under the guidance of Farrakhan, who I despise. 

In any event, in Ali, Eig made reference to and quoted from an FBI bulletin on the Nation of Islam (which it referred to as MCI, for the Muslim Cult of Islam). I quote it here because it reminds me of BLM now. You only need to make a few changes and that's what it seems like. Change "MCI" to BLM, "negro" to black, "temples" to groups, etc. and it could be written of our modern fascists now:

1.     "The MCI is a fanatic Negro organization purporting to be motivated by the religious principles of Islam, but actually dedicated to the propagation of hatred against the white race. The services conducted throughout the temples are bereft of any semblance of religious exercises. 

2.      Organizationally, the MCI is a collection of autonomous temples bound by a tremulous personal relationship between the heads of the temples and the headquarters of the Cult in Chicago, Illinois. 

3.     The MCI, although an extremely anti-American organization, is not at the present time either large enough or powerful enough to inflict any serious damage to the country; however, its members are capable of committing individual acts of violence. 

4.      The aims and purposes of the MCI are directed at the overthrow of our constitutional government, inasmuch as the Cult members regard it as an instrument of the white race; therefore, it is obvious that this group, as long as it retains the ideas now motivating it, will remain an investigative problem to the FBI."

Blacks had a tremendous reason to fight oppression in the 1950s when the above was written (if you doubt that, you really should read up on the subject). And the FBI, as racist as the society it was trying to protect (or control), had a lot to answer for in their own behavior then, as they do now when they again seem determined to protect the fascists and punish those seeking freedom. Of course, the FBI wouldn't write the above paragraphs now about BLM, but, they could fairly do so. I'd rewrite it thus:

 " BLM is a fanatic black organization purporting to be motivated by concern for the lives of blacks in America, but actually dedicated to the propagation of hatred against the white race. The rhetoric and actions by it are bereft of any semblance of care for blacks or other minorities. 

2.      Organizationally, BLM is a collection of autonomous groups bound by a tremulous personal relationship fostered by social media. 

3.     BLM, although an extremely anti-American, anti-family and anti-capitalistic organization, is not at the present time is large and powerful enough to inflict serious damage to the country; moreover, its members are capable of committing individual acts of violence. 

4.      The aims and purposes of BLM are directed at the overthrow of our constitutional government, inasmuch as the Cult members regard it as an instrument of the white race; therefore, it is obvious that this group, as long as it retains the ideas now motivating it, will remain an investigative problem to the FBI."

 As I've written about at length here, there is no systemic oppression against minorities in America nowadays, as BLM claims, though of course every type of prejudice exists, including against white people - the prevalent form. That's why all these claims you hear warp the truth. Like "silence is violence" (which means either verbally support me or I have a right to attack you in self-defense), like microaggressions (in other words, not actually aggressions, but let's call it that), like systemic racism (when our entire system, including the laws, is now geared to favor minorities), like "white fragility" (if you claim you are not racist, that's because you are "fragile" and can't help it), like "I don't feel safe" (which really means someone wants you fired because you differ politically) and like "anti-racism" which is actually racism, just against whites. And so forth.

***

The Russian Revolution  Daniel Pipes wrote A Concise History of the Russian Revolution in 1995, somewhat summarizing his previous scholarly works. Thus, it long preceded the the modern woke" or cancel culture, the BLM riots or Antifa. Still, when I read it, that's all I see.

The quote below is from the Introduction. What does it remind you of, particularly the second paragraph?:

Historians have noted that popular rebellions are conservative, their objective being a restitution of traditional rights of which the population feels itself unjustly deprived. Rebellions look backward. They are also specific and limited in scope. The cahiers des doléances (list of complaints_ submitted by French peasants in 1789 and, under a different name, by Russian peasants in 1905, dealt exclusively with concrete grievances, all of them capable of being satisfied within the existing system.

It is radical intellectuals who translate these concrete complaints into an all-consuming destructive force. They desire not reforms but a complete obliteration of the present in order to create a world order that has never existed except in a mythical Golden Age. Professional revolutionaries, mostly of middle-class background, scorn the modest demands of the “masses,” whose true interests they alone claim to understand. It is they who transform popular rebellions into revolutions by insisting that nothing can be changed for the better unless everything is changed. This philosophy, in which idealism inextricably blends with a lust for power, opens the floodgates to permanent turmoil. And since ordinary people require for their survival a stable and predictable environment, all post-1789 revolutions have ended in failure. 

Probably not since the Civil War have we faced an existential crisis like this, with an energized force, backed by the media, seeking to radically change or destroy America - change it fundamentally, to a race-conscious, race-controlling, apartheid state that casts merit and hard work on "the ash heap of history." If you aren't familiar with that, welcome to the blog and go back and read. Remarkably, the new fascism, always in embryo somewhere, began when everything was best for the minorities (so said Obama, as I often quote) that the radicals - who are not just minorities, but often some of the dumbest white kids in the country- claim to be out to protect. In fact, they themselves are more responsible for the death of so many minorities, including kids, that the KKK must envy them. But, with the media largely in the hands of people who are at least sympathetic with the radicals, we might be on a very slippery slope - whether they regret it or not. I know many people who agree with me, I know many people who just can't see it at all - in fact, they see the opposite. Some are on the fence. But, what radicals rely on is crises, so that they can gin up fear and the phantom of need for change. With Biden in charge, especially after his almost historically inept bumbling in Afghanistan, his pampering of his base and the media's blinders to all of his faults and looming disaster, we will probably get it soon.  

***

Spinoza?  I picked up very old copy of Spinoza's works one day, and perusing his Ethics, came across something that reminded me of the very dissonance that seems to exist in this country between those who think this way and those who think that way - kind of those who hate Trump and those who like or tolerate him as the lesser of two evils. I admit, I am baffled by those who hate him their submission to the media narrative and a preference for someone who has proven to be a bumbling fool that only seems to make mistakes, and I am sure they are baffled how I could ever think to vote for someone they can only see as a bogeyman or incubus. 

Here is Spinoza, in whom some see almost a Saint and others a genius, from the 17th century:

"We thus see that it is possible for one man to love a thing and for another man to hate it; for this man to fear what man does not fear, and for the same man to love what before he hated, and to dare to do what before he feared. Again, since each judges according to his own affect what is good and what is evil, what is better and what is worse . . ., it follows that men may change in their judgment as they do in their affects, and hence it comes to pass that when we compare men, we distinguish them solely by the difference in their affects, calling some brave, other timid, and others by other name. For example, I shall call a man brave who despises an evil which I usually fear, and if, besides this, I consider the fact that his desire of doing evil to a person whom he hates or doing good to one whom he loves is not restrained by that fear of evil by which I am usually restrained, I call him audacious. On the other hand, the man who fears an evil which I usually despise will appear timid, and if, besides this, I consider that his desire is restrained by the fear of an evil which has no power to restrain me, I call him pusillanimous; and in this way everybody will pass judgment. Finally, from this nature of man and the inconstancy of his judgment, in consequence of which he often judges things from mere effect, and the things which he believes contribute to his joy or his sorrow, and which, therefore, he endeavours to bring to pass or remove . . ., are often only imaginary . . . ."

It appears to me that our media, a virulent part of the left, has succeeded in making a  "Trump" a variation on a "Jew" in the same fashion as the Jews were made into scapegoats and villains by the Nazis and their media. But, others, who I know to be kind, decent, intelligent people, disagree with me vehemently.

Partly, of course, with his own seemingly irresistible need to say stupid things, Trump is also at fault. But, his presidential performance, in the face of the most sinister, dishonest and un-American opposition since Lincoln, was thereby made remarkable - from solving the border crisis, to the Abraham Accords (for any other president, the Nobel Peace Prize would have been awarded), to making our economy stronger, to destroying ISIS in Syria and Iraq, to fighting back against China and Russia, operation warp speed and other tasks. But, to this day, numerous friends or family, when faced with the new administration that 

    - so bungled departure from Afghanistan that an unknown amount of Afghanis died, 13 U.S. soldiers died, that according to the State Department left almost 400 Americans stranded there STILL (about which most of the media is silent - unlike the Iranian hostage crisis where it was front page every day), in all an embarrassment so great that a German leader called it NATO's greatest disaster and the British parliament actually; 

    - has created the greatest crisis on our border ever (we don't have any idea of these refugees, including the children, which the Ds say they care about died on the way; 

    - has tried, somewhat successfully, to install racist teaching into our military, our federal agencies, and supports its teaching in schools to little kids 

    - has allowed and contributed to spiraling inflation, low employment, low labor participation, a shipping crisis, and other economic disasters (all of which Trump avoided while he was president during the pandemic without a vaccine); 

    - has an executive who makes statements that constantly need correction by the White House (leading some to ask - who actually is in charge that is correcting him?), including saying we will defend Taiwan, the walking back of which will only encourage Red China;

    - has stymied our oil production (stopping the Keystone pipeline continuation) while giving approval to Russia to go ahead with its gas pipe to Europe, helping put western Europe at Russia's mercy if it wants to pressure them the way it has Ukraine (do countries never stop putting themselves in difficult positions);

    -has sowed hatred over vaccination and further divided an already divided country; 

and I'm sure all future problems and disasters by simply repeating some form of  - "But, Truuuuummmmpppp!" You don't think so? Biden has already blamed the economy, Afghanistan and the border on Trump, who has been out of office since January.

And screaming But Truuuuummmpppp apparently works. Go back and read the Spinoza quote in that light.

. . .

1930s Germany   In 1955 Milton Mayer published, They Thought They Were Free: Germany 1933-1945, a book containing ten conversations with a variety of Germans to try to understand why they became Nazis. Though I've researched this subject for a long time, I only came across this book recently and am reading it now. It is worth giving a long quote, ten paragraphs, because the same warnings we have today existed then too for those with ears to hear and eyes to see. Call me an alarmist after reading this, my friends:

"You see," my colleague went on, "one doesn’t see exactly where or how to move. Believe me, this is true. Each act, each occasion, is worse than the last, but only a little worse. You wait for the next and the next. You wait for one great shocking occasion, thinking that others, when such a shock comes, will join with you in resisting somehow. You don’t want to act, or even talk, alone; you don’t want to ‘go out of your way to make trouble.’ Why not?—Well, you are not in the habit of doing it. And it is not just fear, fear of standing alone, that restrains you; it is also genuine uncertainty.

"Uncertainty is a very important factor, and, instead of decreasing as time goes on, it grows. Outside, in the streets, in the general community, ‘everyone’ is happy. One hears no protest, and certainly sees none. You know, in France or Italy there would be slogans against the government painted on walls and fences; in Germany, outside the great cities, perhaps, there is not even this. In the university community, in your own community, you speak privately to your colleagues, some of whom certainly feel as you do; but what do they say? They say, ‘It’s not so bad’ or ‘You’re seeing things’ or ‘You’re an alarmist.’

"And you are an alarmist. You are saying that this must lead to this, and you can’t prove it. These are the beginnings, yes; but how do you know for sure when you don’t know the end, and how do you know, or even surmise, the end? On the one hand, your enemies, the law, the regime, the Party, intimidate you. On the other, your colleagues pooh-pooh you as pessimistic or even neurotic. You are left with your close friends, who are, naturally, people who have always thought as you have.

"But your friends are fewer now. Some have drifted off somewhere or submerged themselves in their work. You no longer see as many as you did at meetings or gatherings. Informal groups become smaller; attendance drops off in little organizations, and the organizations themselves wither. Now, in small gatherings of your oldest friends, you feel that you are talking to yourselves, that you are isolated from the reality of things. This weakens your confidence still further and serves as a further deterrent to—to what? It is clearer all the time that, if you are going to do anything, you must make an occasion to do it, and then you are obviously a troublemaker. So you wait, and you wait.

"But the one great shocking occasion, when tens or hundreds or thousands will join with you, never comes. That’s the difficulty. If the last and worst act of the whole regime had come immediately after the first and smallest, thousands, yes, millions would have been sufficiently shocked—if, let us say, the gassing of the Jews in ’43 had come immediately after the ‘German Firm’ stickers on the windows of non-Jewish shops in ’33. But of course this isn’t the way it happens. In between come all the hundreds of little steps, some of them imperceptible, each of them preparing you not to be shocked by the next. Step C is not so much worse than Step B, and, if you did not make a stand at Step B, why should you at Step C? And so on to Step D.

"And one day, too late, your principles, if you were ever sensible of them, all rush in upon you. The burden of self-deception has grown too heavy, and some minor incident, in my case my little boy, hardly more than a baby, saying ‘Jewish swine,’ collapses it all at once, and you see that everything, everything, has changed and changed completely under your nose. The world you live in—your nation, your people—is not the world you were born in at all. The forms are all there, all untouched, all reassuring, the houses, the shops, the jobs, the mealtimes, the visits, the concerts, the cinema, the holidays. But the spirit, which you never noticed because you made the lifelong mistake of identifying it with the forms, is changed. Now you live in a world of hate and fear, and the people who hate and fear do not even know it themselves; when everyone is transformed, no one is transformed. Now you live in a system which rules without responsibility even to God. The system itself could not have intended this in the beginning, but in order to sustain itself it was compelled to go all the way.

"You have gone almost all the way yourself. Life is a continuing process, a flow, not a succession of acts and events at all. It has flowed to a new level, carrying you with it, without any effort on your part. On this new level you live, you have been living more comfortably every day, with new morals, new principles. You have accepted things you would not have accepted five years ago, a year ago, things that your father, even in Germany, could not have imagined.

"Suddenly it all comes down, all at once. You see what you are, what you have done, or, more accurately, what you haven’t done (for that was all that was required of most of us: that we do nothing). You remember those early meetings of your department in the university when, if one had stood, others would have stood, perhaps, but no one stood. A small matter, a matter of hiring this man or that, and you hired this one rather than that. You remember everything now, and your heart breaks. Too late. You are compromised beyond repair.

"What then? You must then shoot yourself. A few did. Or ‘adjust’ your principles. Many tried, and some, I suppose, succeeded; not I, however. Or learn to live the rest of your life with your shame. This last is the nearest there is, under the circumstances, to heroism: shame. Many Germans became this poor kind of hero, many more, I think, than the world knows or cares to know."

I said nothing. I thought of nothing to say.

We aren't in the final stages of fascism yet, but we are in the beginning stages. Whether you are merely one of those who can't speak out because you fear being fired, or someone who is castigated for thinking whether to take a vaccine actually is about freedom, you know of what I write. But, you too are uncertain. So am I, so am most people I know. A long time friend - who would not mind my mentioning his name (I won't) - says it is past time and we must act soon, whatever that means. They've already gone too far, declared their intentions to cripple the country, deprive us of freedom, and it's time to fight back. I think we at least have another election or so (if it can be done fairly), to see what can be done democratically. But, if the fascist party takes over the Supreme Court by packing, or frightening enough of its members, or by making Democrat packed areas states, or by cancelling the electoral college, or the filibuster, or eviscerating the border, it may be too late. 



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I started this blog in September, 2006. Mostly, it is where I can talk about things that interest me, which I otherwise don't get to do all that much, about some remarkable people who should not be forgotten, philosophy and theories (like Don Foster's on who wrote A Visit From St. Nicholas and my own on whether Santa is mostly derived from a Norse god) and analysis of issues that concern me. Often it is about books. I try to quote accurately and to say when I am paraphrasing (more and more). Sometimes I blow the first name of even very famous people, often entertainers. I'm much better at history, but once in a while I see I have written something I later learned was not true. Sometimes I fix them, sometimes not. My worst mistake was writing that Beethoven went blind, when he actually went deaf. Feel free to point out an error. I either leave in the mistake, or, if I clean it up, the comment pointing it out. From time to time I do clean up grammar in old posts as, over time I have become more conventional in my grammar, and I very often write these when I am falling asleep and just make dumb mistakes. It be nice to have an editor, but . . . .