Dumb and Dumber

“Every time

I hear

you,

I feel

a little bit

dumber”,

hailed

candidate Haley.

Honestly,

I feel this

all the time

every time

I hear,

read,

see

news.

Some want

candidates

to say 

what the

voter

feels,

like:

Make

America

Great

Again.

or 

Yes 

We 

Can.

Defund

(you name 

it)

or

My pronouns

are…

or 

Build

Back

Better

or even

The Climate

Crisis—

no matter 

how valid,

the issues

have been

poorly

constructed

taglines.

These have

caused

backlash,

mockery,

spin,

failed explanation,

but little

social connectivity

beyond 

the already

connected. 

Even

pro-lifers

understand

the misnomer,

and seek

to advance

a more 

effective

rebranding

to keep

abortion

a crime.

Knowing

the fraud

perpetrated

in front

of us,

while

pretending

it’s just

business

as usual,

keeps us

fighting

a rather

uncivil

war

of culture.

Languaging

the culture

becomes

most

important. 

‘Alternative

facts’

is now

an alternate

reality.

‘Alternate’

electors

were

real news,

despite

the 

declaration

that

‘lame-stream’

(Palin’s Seussian

coined term

for mainstream)

news

is Fake 

News.

As 21st

century-

speak 

defines

a new era,

now 

the sides

have different

languages

further

balkanizing

the states

we are in.

I feel dumber

every time

I hear

the attempts

to project

fraud

on the

electorate

when the

evidence

is abundant.

As the 

dumbing

down

gets dumber,

it seems

to get

dirtier.

Disregard

for any 

correlation

between

verbiage

and 

reality

means

anything

can be uttered

or typed

with no

accountability.

Fraud-

shmaud,

as there

is no debate

about 

who they applaud

on his own

stage

staging

a get- out-

of- jail-

run -for -his-

life-

candidacy

for President.

Our feeling

defeated

and depleted

is the goal.

I’ll take

feeling dumb,

but we can’t

be numb

to the inanity

and insanity

being perpetrated

upon us.

Don’t withdraw.

Don’t stay silent.

Don’t be mute.

Don’t be dumb.

The Blazer

She wore a white 

blazer

as she testified,

while her bosses

lied

and she felt

threatened.

Now iconic,

and a bit ironic,

that the then 25

year old young

woman

would be the 

strongest

voice

of truth

and bravery.

She was

inspired 

by a historical

parallel

figure

from 50 years

ago,

speaking truth

to power.

The image

of The Blazer,

the young woman

in white,

is a sartorial

suggestion

of connection

to suffragettes

and election

equality

and integrity.

The symbol of hope

and purity

that white clothes

denote

suited

the Chief of Staff

of the Chief of Staff. 

With recent

interviews

as her book

previews,

the ordinary 

insults 

women

constantly 

endure

come to the

fore,

alongside

the rest

of the sickening

behaviors,

those most

entrusted

thrusted

upon her.

Saddled

with debt

and fearing

for

her safety,

The Blazer

is now

showing up

on shows

discussing 

Enough.

She is careful

and truthful

and I imagine

a likely

witness

for the 

prosecutions.

Her contributions

are blazing

a trail,

despite 

what happens

over the months

ahead

(which I

already

 dread).

I am grateful

for her 

strength

and so admire

the length

to which

she is willing

to be

a Blazer. 

Retirement Age

Rupert Murdoch

retired yesterday

at 92.

Michael Cain

confirmed

that he is

“sort of”

retired.

He is

“Bloody 90

now”.

Nancy Pelosi

was named

“Speaker Emerita”

nearly 10 months

ago.

Now 83,

she is running

for reelection

to Congress

in 2024.

A couple

weeks shy

of the big

Six O,

“Is there

ever a 

letting

go?”,

I wonder.

I can’t

imagine

feeling

so important

and indispensable

that I 

could not

retire,

as long as 

there was

sufficient

money.

Then again,

in retirement

we get 

to do

what we

want.

Clearly

that describes

the age

in which

we are 

living now.

In our 

Retirement Age,

we have

retired

the norms

and bonds

that used

to sustain us.

We have

retired

the decency

and potency

of democracy,

letting the

memories

remain

as the insults

to our body

politic

and social

fabric

damage-

even ravage-

us.

The age-old

hatreds,

bigotries,

grievances,

and even

ideas

of populism

have been

repackaged.

We are in

a Retirement

Age,

stagnating

creatively,

as everything

new

feels old

again.

I thought 

so much

had been

retired,

only to

see the

resurfacing

and 

enduring

old,

lingering

or

rerunning.

In our 

current

Retirement

Age,

nothing

is retired;

just tired.

Hunting Hunter

Hunter

bought a gun.

He allegedly lied

as he applied

for a weapon

of self destruction.

Now the gatherers

of signatures

to change 

the gun laws,

lead by 

Hunter’s father,

speak about

trauma

with compassion

for the son

whose depression 

and addiction

may have resulted

in terrible 

decisions

and deceptions.

But hunting

Hunter

has been 

the obsession

of the opposition,

intent on indicting

and impeaching

Bidens

while abiding

by 

and supporting

Trump’s

overt corruption

with distortion

and endless

disruption.

Gathering

actual evidence

before condemning

to  sentence

is the order

to law

in this democracy.

Hunting 

Hunter

may lead 

somewhere.

But it will 

never  lead

to equivalence.

Any ambivalence

about the

malevolence

of the false

equivalence

should be 

mitigated by

following

justice,

not merely

as 

an opportunity 

to inflict

pain.

Hunting for

sport

kills

the innocent.

If hunting

Hunter

tracks

a crime,

let justice

be served. 

Ginni, Coefficent

The Gini Coefficient

is a statistical measure

of the degree

of variation

or inequality

represented

in a set

of values,

especially

in analyzing

income

inequality.

SCOTUS Clarence

Thomas,

Co-efficient of Ginni

Thomas,

along with Ginni,

have managed

to skillfully

evade

ethical demands

while unethical

friends

fund their 

causes and lives.

Partners

if not 

in crime,

then certainly

in deceit

and concealment,

they seek

the super wealthy

and hide

their gifts

and feign

distance,

as entanglements

worse than

Christmas lights

are being

brought

to light.

Nothing to see

here?

Citizens,

Unite! 

Ginni Thomas

is the woman

in front of her

man,

fronting for all

sorts of dark

money

groups.

Ginni 

(co) efficiently

undermines

democracy

with shadow

money

as her husband’s

shadow docket

conceals

an agenda

that is clearly

meant

to be hidden.

I think we’re

beginning

to see the light

of this equation.

What’s in a Name? (McCarthyism Too)

The American Heritage Dictionary

gives the definition

of McCarthyism

as:

  1. The political practice of publicizing accusations of disloyalty or subversion with insufficient regard to evidence; and 
  2. The use of methods of investigation and accusation regarded as unfair, in order to suppress opposition.

Joseph?

Kevin?

Neither sir has

much decency.

McCarthyism Too

is the Speaker’s

pathetic

listening

to the reactionaries

desperately grasping

for enduring power

at any

and all

costs.

The third

most powerful

American

is powerless.

He knows

he can

only

retain

his powerful

position

by launching

an impeachment

inquiry 

into this

Joe

(Biden).

The Un-American

Activities of

one party

continue 

with endless

attempts

to instill

fear

and loathing

as they fear

and loathe

the truth:

that they

have

bupkis

to offer 

now

beyond

hate

and 

lies.

To be

a Republican

in name

only

means

being

a 21st

Century

McCarthy

MAGA

acolyte.

A

MAGArthy.

22 Years

The fictions

being told

will be sold

among

non-fictions.

There will be

volumes 

recounting

the fabricated

accounts

of corruption

at all levels

of government,

while those

deeply committed

to the rules

and rule

of law

have continued

to work

anonymously

as always

upholding

standards

that the rest

of us now

realize

have been

a privilege

to obtain 

and maintain.

22 years

after

the twin towers

were destroyed,

the threat

is now 

within.

They hate

our freedom.

They hate

our democracy.

They are not

a regular

military.

And they

brought

us

to our

knees.

In between

then 

and 

now,

so many

thoughts

and

prayers.

We are stuck,

deep in a state

of despair

and destruction;

of never

seeming

to accomplish

the mission

of creating

a more 

perfect union

without

retrograde

motion.

Our environment

is in crisis.

A generation

passed.

We can not

pass

on the next

generation.

Raging Bull

He sees red.

Pierced

by several swords

as he bleeds

and huffs,

he charges forth.

Is it really

a contest,

or mostly

spectacle?

They yell

for the raging

bull.

They too

insist they

are wounded

by elites

who woke

to oppress

them.

Ban books!

It’s parental

choice

(of a few).

No black

or gender

studies.

Oh GOD—

nothing queer!

No (parental) 

choice for

the pregnant.

The faux injured,

furious,

and dangerous

mercenaries

are willing

and eager

to disrupt,

disregard,

distort,

and deny

any perceived

threat

to their

dominance.

The raging

bull

posted

daily on

social media

may soon

become

witness or jury

tampering.

But the bull

rages on

and the crowd

loves it.

They think

he’ll care

about them

so they 

care about

him.

Senator Mitch,

the raging bull’s

bitch,

is clearly ailing

in public.

How 

terribly sad

to watch

him frozen

while the one

chosen

to lead

the party

rages 

incessantly

as the victim.

Meanwhile,

the money

flows toward

him

to pay

his defense

for 91

felony charges.

It’s hard

to know

who actually

believes

the bull

or when 

he (and they)

will finally

collapse. 

Mugging in Atlanta

The menacing scowl,

furrowed brow,

is now

the presidential portrait

of 45.

I bet

he practiced

mugging

to get

his image

just right

for the merch

of the shot

seen ‘round 

the world.

Soon you

can get

his mug 

on your mug

of coffee

or a tee

shirt—

proceeds 

to fund 

his legal

fees.

Never afraid

to take shots

at others,

he got 

his shot

at infamy.

Ignobility.

Indignity.

It’s all over 

his face.

The disgrace

he has brought

from Queens

to the Presidency

is forever

framed 

in a snapshot

of him

mugging

for the camera.

Hail Mary!

The  conception

of viability,

thought to be

immaculate,

was from

the seed

of an idea

to extend

the 45th

presidency. 

Feigning

legal theory,

he would

stretch

the election

by claiming

with zeal

to Stop

the Steal.

Not too complicated,

the most dedicated

relied

on lies

and projections

and kooky 

propositions

to secure

their positions

alongside 

45

indefinitely.

With several scenes

and several schemes

while repeating

the lies 

incessantly,

the Georgia call,

the Capital brawl:

The 1/6 Insurrection,

(for which he received

great protection),

the fake electors,

were each

subplots

that failed.

Every grift

and action

intended 

for distraction

has worked 

to disrupt

with abrupt

chaos.

The strategy

is anything

and everything

possible

to delay,

while making hay

getting

supporters

to pay.

It’s one 

Hail Mary

after another,

which we 

will now

have to endure

through all 

the trials 

ahead.

His astute

and learned

niece, Mary,

full of grace,

knowledge,

and wisdom,

understands

his incapacity

for humility

and his

capacity

for humiliation.

With insightful

explanation,

she suggests 

that he 

can’t bear

his shame

as he plays

the same

game

he knows

he must

win.

Despite 

the last name,

Hail Mary!

She gets 

what will

get him

in the end.