This will prove shorter than most articles since the House.gov site restricts the message to 2000 words. I’m just particularly enraged today. He’s just so damned effective at making us hate him.
Oh, wait… He protects pedophiles?! Thank goodness they’re boys–Trump can let that one go.
For a little comic relief, here’s Bessent after he crammed his clown face into a makeup tin just before sporting his proud suckuppery to the fat orange turd.
Oh, don’t forget desecration of a national monument. I guess racist general statues can stay, but the rose garden, checkers, and the first lady’s only refuge from his smelly, rotting flesh just burns away.
Okay, back to my letter…
Ciscomani inspires special hatred in me–he’s my representative, though you’d never know it. He does love money, though–he’s a crook, a liar, and a thief. The district attorney here will have a field day with his deep corruption. Maybe he can wipe with Trump dollars once he’s in prison.
I don’t know whether it matters one way or the other, but I want you to account for Trump slobbering his image on currency and passports. Or the cage fighting. Or the ballroom. Or the war.
You said you voted for the BBB because you wanted able-bodied medicaid recipients to go back to work. I submit that you’re far more of a welfare queen than they are. You do nothing. You don’t offer any meaningful representation, and you pick up your fat paycheck every pay period at our expense. Do your goddamned job.
It’s impossible to overstate the disappointment in you–Trump is a deranged infant, but at least he might not know any better. You are a petty enabler, useless, and soon to be ousted from office.
But it won’t end there. I will coordinate civil suits against you for incompetence and dereliction of duty. Most seriously, you have reneged on your solemn oath to defend the US Constitution against the very real domestic threat. You make up a special class of particularly despicable bottom-feeders–you genuflect not to the Lord Savior you claim to cherish, but a monster you’ve helped deliver to our doorstep.
Since Hitler and Stalin threw the world into chaos and ultimately the deadliest of all wars, scholars have studied how democracies fail and autocracies prevail. The great pioneer in this field was Hannah Arendt, who fled the Nazi regime herself and devoted much of her career to explaining how good people can be convinced to follow evil leaders. As she noted, “The ideal subject of totalitarian rule is not the convinced Nazi or the dedicated communist, but the people for whom the distinction between fact and fiction, true and false, no longer exists.”
Please note: My argument is not that Trump IS Hitler, only that he is following the same pattern that an important field of scholarship has being describing in case study after case study for the past 80 years.
First, wannabe autocrats turn political opponents into “enemies within” who must be destroyed, not just defeated at the polls. (“You won’t have a country anymore;” “No one is safe;” “They’ll stab you in your kitchen,” etc.) To weaponize fear and demonize opponents all such powermongers target the same people: the press, historians, lawyers, college professors, scientists, theologians, even entertainers, anyone who might help people make “the distinction between fact and fiction, true and false.” People unite against external enemies; they divide to combat “the enemy within,” (“radical left lunatics.”) For that, they will allow a wannabe autocrat to destroy democracy and assume absolute power based on fictional threats.
As Trump follows this playbook, most of us have pretended it is normal behavior for politicians or that it’s just a temporary challenge to our otherwise safe democracy or even that he is the hero of the hour. He began his career on a lie (“Obama’s birth certificate is a fraud”), proceeded to undermine the integrity of elections (“The system is rigged”), convinced a segment of the public he will protect them (“Only I can save this nation”), and is now moving to consolidate his power. It’s time to face the fact that this is not normal.
In times past, the Texans I knew were too independent minded to take orders from a wannabe dictator, but Trump has now demanded that our state “deliver” five more loyal Representatives by re-gerrymandering our congressional districts. Apparently because Democrats are “destroying our country,” our congressmen must represent Trump, not Texans. Texas Republicans didn’t even pretend they were drawing districts to better represent our state; instead, they proudly declared they were manipulating districts to consolidate one man’s power to rule over us. Trump even shamelessly declared, “We [not Texans] are entitled to five more seats.” Fiction trumps truth.
As Hannah Arendt noted many years ago, the aim of autocrats “has never been to instill convictions but to destroy the capacity to form any.” Texas Republicans have just verified her political theory.
It’s hard to determine which is the more serious threat to our democracy: Trump’s cruelty or his corruption. What is clear is his determination to destroy our 250-year-old experiment in government “of the people, by the people, for the people.” As constitutional safeguards against tyranny crumble, Congress becomes his cheering section, the Supreme Court his rubber stamp, and the Texas governor his accomplice. When power derives its strength from fear, anger, and hate (his favored tools) democracy doesn’t stand a chance; cruelty, is normalized, and corruption becomes business as usual.
Trump began normalizing corruption before taking office when he announced his new family “business,” World Liberty Financial, and issued his meme coins, $Trump and $Melania, a sophisticated way to take bribes. (He has already made over $300 million in fees alone.) Once in office, he dismantled government agencies charged with regulating such schemes, thus maximizing further corrupt profits for himself and his new crypto friends. Meanwhile, Don, Jr. is blatantly selling access to the president. For a mere $500,000 you can join his private club in Washington. In case there is any doubt about what you are buying, the club’s name should reassure you—the Executive Branch. But if you don’t have that kind of cash on hand, you can still access his Trump-branded merch, everything from imaginary digital “collectibles” to Bibles and shoes.
If you are a poor nation like Vietnam, you can purchase a lower tariff rate by greenlighting a Trump golf course. If you are a rich nation like Saudi Arabia, you can curry favor by committing $2 billion of the nation’s sovereign wealth fund to his son-in-law’s real estate investment firm. And the list could go on and on.
The corruption is bad, but I think the cruelty is worse. His campaign rhetoric began preparing the public to view cruelty as normal, even necessary. When he told us immigrants are murdering and raping Americans, corrupting our children, and eating our pets, he made building concentration camps and joking about feeding them to alligators acceptable. When he demonizes government workers as lazy, corrupt, and wasteful, our hearts are hardened against their tears over wrecked careers. When he identifies reporters, government workers, college professors, scientists, lawyers, and, of course, all Democrats as “enemies of the people,” he appeals to the worst of our human instincts: fear, anger and ultimately hate. It’s easy to be cruel to those you consider dangerous.
His tactics have given us policies that are both corrupt and cruel. His “big, beautiful bill” takes from the poor to give the rich tax breaks. His destruction of USAID has already resulted in over 300,000 deaths, including many children. His gutting of the IRS makes paying taxes optional for the wealthy, and his layoffs of Veterans Bureau and Social Security staff make their programs almost inaccessible. Even though 70% of the people oppose gerrymandering voting districts, he can simply order Gov. Abbott to redraw the Texas map to deliver five more lackeys to his Congress, and opponents are dismissed as a “radical left lunatics.”
The good news is that American democracy has been under assault in the past, but it has always been rescued by those who believe in its promise of “liberty and justice for all.” Our government was founded by “We the People” and, despite all efforts to the contrary, still belongs to “We the People.” The Civil War was a far graver threat than any we have experienced so far, and on the brink of that catastrophe, Lincoln reminded Americans, “We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.” Still a powerful appeal and much better said than Trump’s garbled “weave.”
Guest post by Pat Ledbetter, Professor of History and Human Rights
Almost sixty years ago, I discovered a way to make a living doing what I love: exploring America’s complicated past and sharing that journey with successive generations of aspiring scholars. I knew I wouldn’t make much money along the way, but college teaching was a respected profession, the subject was endlessly fascinating, and I loved the students. I had a Ph.D. before I turned 30, not because I wanted prestige or a title, but because I was having too much fun to quit. Even as I approach my eightieth birthday, I’m still having too much fun to quit.
But I never expected the time would come when the vice president would ominously declare, “The professors are the enemy,” and the president would condemn historians as “radical leftist Marxists.” Although my profession is under attack, I still believe America has been made great, not only by patriots who glorify its past but also by the critics who acknowledge its mistakes and demand an even “more perfect union,” one that continuously strives to be the “land of the free and the home of the brave” and delivers “justice for all.”
A case in point is President Trump’s use of the Alien Enemies Act. As a historian, my concern is that this Act is currently being applied with hardly a nod to its tortured history. That’s what happens when historians are demonized: Those in power can ignore us and the story we tell.
This Act passed in 1798 in response to a perceived threat to national security, both at home and abroad. John Adams had followed George Washington into the presidency with the support of the Federalist faction. Meanwhile, an opposition faction, Democratic-Republicans led by Thomas Jefferson, was also being organized. In general, Federalists believed in strong central government headed by a relatively powerful chief executive; the Democratic-Republicans called for a diffusion of power, not only among the three branches of government but also between state and national authorities. In these early days of political party development, each side viewed the other as an existential threat to the Republic. Federalists warned that if the Democratic-Republicans prevailed, the nation would degenerate into anarchy and moral decay; the Democratic-Republicans warned that Federalists were conspiring to install a tyrannical government that would restore monarchy. The public had to choose: anarchy or tyranny.
When the British and French went to war, these divisions grew more dangerous, especially since the Federalists favored the British and the Democratic-Republicans sided with the French. Then the French began attacking U.S. ships to disrupt trade with their enemy. Although Adams refused to ask Congress for a formal declaration, a naval war with France ensued. For such a young, inexperienced, and ill-prepared nation to be fighting a war with one of the superpowers of the day was a truly terrifying experience, especially with such extreme internal polarization.
The Federalists reacted by tying the threat abroad (the French) to the enemy within (the Democratic-Republicans) and passed the infamous Alien and Sedition Acts. The Sedition Act negated the 1st Amendment by making it illegal to criticize officeholders. The Alien Enemies Act upended the 5th Amendment’s promise of due process to all persons (not citizens) so that the president could deport immigrants whom he perceived to be a security risk in wartime. Since it applied only during a declared war, Adams did not invoke the Alien Enemies Act, but his administration did prosecute opposition newspaper editors and even one member of Congress under its companion piece, the Sedition Act. A panicked public was willing to limit freedom for security.
Fortunately, by 1800, the people had seen through the Federalists’ use of fear to maintain power and swept Democratic-Republicans into office. The Alien and Sedition Acts seemed to be consigned to the dustbin of history.
However, the Alien Enemies Act remained on the books and has been periodically resurrected to initiate some of the most shameful chapters in our history, most notoriously the internment of Japanese Americans during World War II, an injustice we came to regret.
At least we were at war then so that the terms of the Act did apply. Now we have President Trump invoking it when we are not at war against people whose most serious crime is that they don’t align with his politics. And he’s not just sending them to a “relocation camp” but condemning them to the most brutal prison in this hemisphere in collusion with a tyrant known for his violation of human rights. Once again, fear has prepared us to surrender freedom.
If you think President Trump can negate the rights of some but you are safe, you need to ask a historian how power works. Our only hope is that the American people today will ultimately be as aware and defensive of their rights as our forefathers were in 1800. Tyranny wins only when the people fail to defend “liberty and justice for all.”
Finally, we know what MAGA means when they promise to “Make America Great Again.” It’s now obvious that “again” refers to the Gilded Age, the late 19th century.
From the 1870s through the 1890s, industrialization launched economic growth beyond any prior generations’ imagination, creating a new class of super-rich magnates (Rockefeller, Morgan, Carnegie, Vanderbilt, Gould). By the turn of the century, their one percent of the population controlled over half of America’s wealth and an even greater share of its political power. America was indeed “great” and very rich, but most Americans were left mired in poverty, under the control of a few men who rigged the system against them.
Under the Trump administration, we see a parallel super-rich class, the tech giants, concentrating wealth and power beyond most of our imaginations (Musk, Bezos, Zuckerberg). Since President Trump’s election, Musk’s wealth has increased 69%, approximately $70 billion. (Estimates vary but when the numbers get that high, what difference can it make?) Just as with the magnates of old, today’s super billionaires know that with great wealth comes great power: witness Musk’s near total control of our government.
The late 19th century was the most corrupt era of American politics, but it looks like we are on track to match or exceed its record. Today’s billionaires even use the same tactics to gain and keep power. In the first Gilded Age, outright bribes assured control of both state and national governments; today’s bribes are thinly disguised as “campaign contributions” but the results are the same. Gilded Age taxes also mirrored Trump’s plan. Import tariffs assured that only working- and middle-class Americans paid the country’s bills, while the tax advantages went to those who could pay the biggest bribes. Turns out tariffs are a great way to build a strong political base while shifting money from the poor to the rich.
The 19th century overlords also understood that the best way to control people is to scare them and keep them divided among themselves. In the South, this meant the establishment of the Jim Crow regime that almost universally disenfranchised Black citizens. Meanwhile, vicious attacks on immigrants further frightened and divided those who might otherwise have challenged the super-rich’s power. In today’s climate, if the public’s focus can be kept on DEI and CRT, they won’t notice that they don’t have health care or decent wages.
The clearest evidence that we are on the road to another Gilded Age is the attack on the administrative state, the so-called “Deep State.” In the 19th century the super-rich played their game with no rules and no limits. Those were the “good old days” that today’s billionaires long for. All they need to do is convince the people that their government is their enemy and that rules checking the power of the wealthiest are unwarranted tyranny, and their oligarchy is empowered beyond measure.
The good news is that the first Gilded Age ended with the Populist uprising (real populism, not the fake variety Trump claims.) Interestingly, that resistance to concentrated wealth and power was led in large measure by an unlikely group: Texas farmers. They even saw through the racist regime that kept both races down so that they “may be separately fleeced of their earnings.” (See Gregg Cantrell’s detailed account, The People’s Revolt: Texas Populists and the Roots of American Liberalism.)
I have finally worked my way through all 922 pages of Project 2025, every word, line, and terrifying paragraph of it. Because of its radicalism and unpopularity, Trump tried to distance himself from it during the campaign; now he is appointing its authors to carry out an agenda he is sure to claim for himself. I strongly recommend that everyone who is proud of “doing their own research” do what historians in the future will surely have to do: READ IT!
Its message can be summed up in three words: purge, privatize, and politicize, all with the purpose of establishing a government of billionaires, by billionaires, and for billionaires. After all, their right-wing think tanks wrote it.
Step one, the purge, depends on demonizing any opposition to the Project’s agenda. For example, climate scientists are dismissed as part of a dangerous left-wing conspiracy that must be eliminated from all federal agencies. As these billionaires know, data-driven studies can only limit their concentration of wealth and power. Likewise, all efforts to support diversity, equity, and inclusion or to give serious consideration to the causes and consequences of racism in American society must be purged. Such efforts threaten the authors’ social control and thus must be portrayed as the “enemy within.” Those who seek power always know how to mobilize fear of the “other” to divide and destroy opposition. This Project is truly a masterpiece in that long line of literature.
Step 2, privatize, is simply the continuation of a long-standing determination to redirect public funds into the pocketbooks of the super-rich. We have seen the failure of this approach with such public functions as prisons and social services. But this Project’s primary focus is even more dangerous than past efforts: Their vicious attack on public education threatens to destroy an essential foundation of democracy itself. Not only do they propose abolishing the Department of Education, but they also put forth a nationwide plan for vouchers to undermine publicly-funded schools and empower the billionaires themselves to direct all learning. They attack higher education as part of the left-wing conspiracy they blame for disrupting their power. Instead, the Project defends private, for-profit colleges that dispense “degrees” without actually educating anyone. According to the Project, these for-profit systems should be able to create their own accrediting agencies and establish their own standards without oversight. As they know, perpetuating ignorance makes people more susceptible to fear and thus easier to control.
Step 3, politicize, involves their plan to essentially repeal the Pendleton Civil Service Act of 1883 and return to the infamous 19th century “spoils system” (“To the victor belong the spoils”, i.e. government jobs). That system was a great way to create a powerful political party, but an inefficient and corrupt way to run a government. Now it seems the billionaires once again prefer a corrupt system where government jobs depend on political loyalty, rather than merit or expertise. The intent of the Project’s proposals is to create a “unitary” executive, a president with near monarchical, unchecked power. All significant government jobs (the so-called “deep state”) are to be appointed based on their loyalty to the president’s agenda. Note that demonizing government workers as the leftist “other” has become yet another way to mobilize fear in order to aggrandize and concentrate power.
In 1933 when Franklin Roosevelt declared, “All we have to fear is fear itself,” he was offering advice that remains relevant to every democracy in every age.
It happened because of our disbelief, not despite it.
It’s been some time since I’ve contributed to this blog–a long crippling illness has kept me running low, and I genuinely believed 2024’s election would go differently. If you’re reading this, it’s most likely that you will agree with me in my profound concern about the ghoulish fascism mooring itself on the national soul. Eight years ago, I wrote my first blog post in the wake of Trump’s surprise victory in 2016. The charter of this blog has been to explain, imperfectly, the complex ecosystem of people, power, and history. More concrete, my purpose was varied: to explain to my contemporaries and peers in high tech why such an event could happen and to connect with the activist community eager and willing to invoke needed change. I feel I accomplished the first objective by reaching many. The second led to friendships to activists working for change, like George Polisner and Noam Chomsky. Chomsky read my work, and now that we’re in what essentially is a post-Chomsky world, I would happily put on my own headstone that Noam would reply to my posts within 90 minutes. Today is his 96th birthday, and a fitting day for my post to appear. Whether decent existence still awaits us after this remains to be seen. I’m tired, aging, and vulnerable.
Despite the ubiquitous works of others whose importance and prominence outstrips mine, we have found our way back to a horrifying outcome. My tendency would be to offer compassion to the weary in dark times. A refrain comes to mind after I spent a few days with my college history professor over the week of election: it is because, not despite. What do I mean? The virulent madness spreads because of its suicidal march to extinction, not despite. On the other hand, we refuse to give up, because it is perhaps hopeless, not despite.
My Own History
As I’ve written earlier, I was raised in north central Texas in a moderate-to-conservative family. My birth father (whom I’ve not seen in 28 years) proudly wore his confederate flag-emblazoned shirt around town, and my mother struggled to better herself through education. He was a drunk who abandoned his children; she pushed us to seek a better life through college.
We were evangelicals, though my parents’ divorce in 1987 earned our family certified letters that we could no longer attend our Assembly of God home church. We sought spiritual matters through a few other smaller churches before conceding perhaps our souls were already lost. I say it as a joke since I don’t believe most of it these days.
A quarter century ago, I sat in Pat Ledbetter’s American history class 1302 to study Reconstruction until the 1990s. It’s rare that I can point to any one class which guided my adult awareness of the world, the wokeness, if you will (or won’t since woke is now a racist epithet belonging to the class nigger.)
I learned about American exploits in Cuba, Central America, Africa, the Middle East, Malaysia, and East Timor. I learned that Reagan, Nixon, Eisenhower, McKinley, Kennedy, and Johnson ordered their surrogates to murder, pillage, and plunder in far away places. I wept at these facts; we were raised to believe Reagan had restored the Christian dignity of America, yet I learned of the thousands of people murdered in Grenada, Nicaragua, the Congo, and Indonesia.
How could a nation of the righteous do these things to the rest of the world? The implication was simple in my 19-year-old brain: if America committed atrocities, and the righteous would not, then America was not righteous. This crushed me–I felt helpless rather than empowered, despite the many men and women who struggled to achieve expansion of rights and to civilize a species rife with misery and mayhem. The typical 19-year-old wants the quick and sometimes dirty solution. Well, enough said about that.
I learned later that doing is more important than being; despair undermines the operation by dumping the manure of cynicism all over us. But movement doesn’t happen without motion; it’s a soundbite, but sometimes they comfort.
During the 2000 election cycle, I convinced myself that most everyone studied the same history imparted to me. I was a fool–millions of people voted against their interests for a failed businessman with the presidential name. I believed people would never vote to restore to power the chickenhawks like Cheney, Rumsfeld, and Wolfowitz after their hijinks in decades prior. Of course, if the votes had been counted, Al Gore would have been president. The Brooks Brothers riot astroturfed the malcontents during the recounts–these were not locals with genuine concern around voting tabulation. They were staffers from the RNC. It isn’t that different from the thousands of Trump signs blanketing Tucson and other swing state cities. No, it was because rather than despite.
September 11, 2001 reworked the system. I cried that day, but not just for the Americans lost. I knew our history–I knew we would destroy the lives and families of millions as our lumbering military bungled its way through the Middle East in search of apocryphal bogeymen. And that is exactly what happened: an ineffective, easily manipulated leader eagerly donned his cowboy hat and spurs as he claimed a fan favorite of politicians–a wartime president. Now, mind you, Congress did NOT declare war on Afghanistan and Iraq. But they signaled they would fund whatever Bush 2 wanted. Or rather, what Cheney wanted.
Reshaped Government Roles
The grisly truth is worse. The legislative branch is supposed to be the sole decider in whether we march into war. At least, that’s what the founding fathers intended. But something happened at the close of World War 2–the first and last deployment of nuclear weapons against a wartime foe. Fat Man and Little Boy rearranged military might in a way unforeseen by the founders. Though some debate the necessity of the bombings, I believe Japan was defeated. They floated the idea of surrender, but the Allied Powers refused, just as Bush 2 would refuse to treat with the Taliban when they offered to surrender Bin Laden. You might think America dropped the nukes despite their horrendous consequences, but, once more, think of because. Truman chomped at the bit, even when Hitler balked at wielding power some physicists believed would ignite the atmosphere. The late Daniel Ellsberg wrote a great book about the existential threat no one ever mentions during election season. The point here is that Congress abdicated its war-making power as subsequent presidents of both parties launched aggressive wars against third world nations.
Since that time, it seems that every president receives his opportunity to set the “legislative agenda.” I might be old-fashioned, but it seems that we should rename the branches of the federal government if the president decides what Congress passes. True, he can veto whatever he doesn’t like, but unlimited terms for the legislators means they would rather abdicate their authority than take the fall for the inevitable buyer’s remorse many voters feel each time we do this again. The president can serve two terms (though Trump has insisted otherwise.) He becomes a lame duck in term two, so America can reserve its ire for him when circumstances deteriorate.
There have been several campaigns to consolidate power within the executive, with Project 2025 being the most recent to receive prominence. Unitary executive theory was a predecessor, as were the works of People for the New American Century (PNAC). They range in scope, with all advocating for a fascist transformation of the federal government and society itself. The fact that 77 million people would vote for such an outcome screams disenchantment and fury.
The system is broken, but not because the institutions have failed people–people have failed the institutions. Mitch McConnell was booed by the Trump thugs at the RNC, despite paving the way for SCOTUS to overturn Roe v. Wade and grant sweeping, jaw-droppingly absurd immunity to all POTUSes, current and past. Worse yet, he could have prevented this mess by upholding his oath to protect the Constitution: the Senate should have convicted Trump after January 6. Instead, he bemoaned the lack of accountability, despite shaping SCOTUS and refusing to press his colleagues to ban Trump from office thenceforth. Why did they jeer him? Because he spoke against Trump, despite playing power games sufficient to coronate Trump for all time. But that’s just it–kissing the ring once isn’t enough. And his inner circle has sheltered numerous allies now in jail for the rampant corruption they shared with him.
Trump Was and Continues To Be No Biden
In 2016, cock-eyed optimists with wispy straggle beards could argue that Trump might make changes to improve the outlook for the labor class. I heard arguments about his outsider-ness, his stubbornness, and his success in business. I knew none of those would serve American interests since he was a Thanksgiving table of government handouts in his business dealings, that he couldn’t back away from even the most indefensible position, and that he somehow could straighten the whole of the federal government by knowing nothing about it. His people started a flag-craze, erecting thousands of TRUMP and MAGA flags. I don’t remember anyone putting a president’s name on a flag to fly alongside Stars and Stripes. Despite my doubts, I started the blog to share my perspective on the forlorn, forgotten working class. I could understand that part of their intentions, even if the xenophobia and misogyny took the lead. I attempted civility, steering away from the baser insults all of us might feel.
For those four years, I blogged regularly on Trump’s escapades and the stories of many who stood strong against him. I don’t want to rewrite what I wrote, so feel free to look at past posts yourself.
Decision 2024 is different. We’ve endured a Trump term, and the policy choices during COVID alone rise to the level of boneheaded, chaotic blunders, if not “high crimes and misdemeanors.” Over one million Americans died, and many others, myself included, suffer with long-term consequences of the first run. Even if grandma and grandpa are expendable (and I heard plenty say so), the job losses were catastrophic in 2020. Those of us who paid attention to those ugly four years cannot deny how much worse our world was. Everyday was filled with insanity–he was vicious, cruel, incompetent, and a disaster. Kamala’s words will come back to haunt us.
Biden assumed as president in January of 2021, and he made enormous headway in both undoing the damage of Trump’s term and advocating hard for student borrowers, victims of gun violence, infrastructure improvements, and much more. Politico‘s article explains it well. His accomplishments include strengthening the CDC and hardening our response to future pandemics, passing infrastructure bills, working to reduce financial burdens on student borrowers, and presiding over an economic recovery. What did he do wrong?
Their attack ads originally focused on Biden’s age, despite Trump’s very clear cognitive decline. Or rather, because: Trump is easily manipulated with flattery, providing an opening to the greedy among his inner circle. One of his attorneys is already cashing in, selling administration posts to the highest bidder. Trump’s Caligula cabinet picks are so ridiculous, I won’t delve into the details here. It suffices to saw that national security and smooth access to government agencies will be longer term casualties in Musk’s war on America. Even the mainstream media paid excessive attention to Biden’s gaffes while ignoring Trump’s lunacy. After the attempted assassination of Trump, his supporters claimed that Democratic rhetoric was to blame. Nevermind Trump’s own violent diction, fantasizing in public about shooting Liz Cheney, executing immigrants, and jailing all his opponents. Nevermind that it was a Republican who tried to kill him. Nevermind… Ah, whatever.
The point I would make here is that Trump is NOT an unknown quantity this time. We know what his years were like, and several million people stayed home on election day rather than help choose the first woman president. She, like Biden before her, would play with everyone, not just her friends. She didn’t lose because she ran her campaign badly–she articulated her plan well, she was civil, and she was the sole major candidate to treat with the Republican’s central issue: immigration. She was a prosecutor–law and order conservatives should have cheered this. Instead, they chose a convicted felon who stole and imperiled national secrets, who attempted to overthrow the government with violence, and who attempted to change the outcome of an election he didn’t like.
Trump supporters had ample evidence of the harm he could unleash. They chose him in any case, and it means America failed that class and we have to take it once more. I never believed Trump would shock and awe his critics into joining his cause. Does that mean I am among the “enemy within” Trump promises to eliminate with the military?
Aiming to create high tariffs (critiqued by Biden) against countries with manufacturing bases far outpacing what’s left of America’s semi-skilled infrastructure
Spreading lies about immigrants such as accusing Haitian refugees in the heartland feasting on dogs and cats (Vance conceded the lie by suggesting that the media yearns for false flags to talk about issues true to the American people… Confused? Yeah, me too)
I could list more, but I think it’s better to leave my past posts as a testament to his many failings; they are numerous like the stars in the heavens and fleas on a dog. It’s important to take a step back to consider his campaign “promises.” Tariffs and ending illegals’ stay in America will wreck the financial market and cripple the consumer base. The point I would make here is that his plans aren’t really plans at all, and his supporters who scream about it don’t understand the first thing about them.
Localizing the Effort
Rather than learning about how things work, Americans stew and seethe in crippling anger. Pew and other polling organizations have reported this for some years now. What is new to me is the degree of hoodlumry even in the very nice neighborhood I call home in Tucson. Signs blanket-astroturfed Tucson drawing inane comparisons: Trump=Low Prices, Kamala=High Prices, and the like. I thought voters were smarter. My physical limitations notwithstanding, I placed $200 worth of Harris/Walz signs on the two thoroughfares near my home, and they were stolen and defaced within 24 hours of their placement. Keep in mind this is a 60 Blue/40 Red spot in Tucson, yet a thousand or more Trump signs went up. Some of those were stolen, but ALL of my signs were destroyed. These aren’t brown hoards rushing us from the border–they’re middle-aged and older white men (like myself) who think nothing of tearing up another’s property and right to speech. Kelly and I replaced the signs on two occasions, and we were met with harassment and derision by some of the passers-by. Though I voted by mail, an elderly friend of mine needed to vote in-person, so I drove him there. In the fifteen minutes I sat in the waiting area, conspicuously MAGA folk appeared to harass the poll worker and pull others around them into the grand show of it they were putting on. Again, these are white men. Grown narcissistic men with nothing better to do.
In the five years since moving to Tucson, I’ve experienced only a few instances of crime committed against me. It was almost always a white man (once an old white woman), NEVER a brown illegal or trans person or bloodsucking schoolteacher with designs on your kids or whatever else gives these people nightmares. This is anecdotal, but it’s very much worth pointing out.
Tilting at Them Thar Windmills
I visited my hometown Gainesville in Texas around the election to be with a dear friend in the hospital. In the years since I moved away, a few windmills have sprouted northeast of town. And what attempt at green energy would be without the hysterical signage of fools afraid of it? But I was immediately struck at the utter lack of political signs anywhere in town. Of course, it’s a safely red district, so the Musk/Ramaswamy/Koch money machine didn’t direct their deepfake signs there. But there were a few choice markers, like one deriding Tim Walz as a klutz. My brother Robin often bemoans that there are few things “to put one’s back up against” anymore–it used to be that Republicans would delight in a candidate retired from the military over a draft-dodger like Trump, but it is no more. They swing at everything, including the constituencies they once praised. In my hometown, they posted a billboard of Walz with the word “KNUCKLEHEAD” painted beneath him. To be clear, Walz has much more in common with my old Gainesville than Trump or even Vance. But is this a surprise? Trump ridiculed John McCain, a man who once meant something to Republicans. It’s now just power lust, feral, aimed at everything, and bent on domination.
The numbers are interesting: Harris received roughly 74.5M votes to Trump’s 77.0M. In 2020, Biden received 81.3M to Trump’s 74.2M. When adjusted for the growth of the electorate, neither party scored as well as they did in 2020. Trump came closer with an increase of 3.7% voter share, but this still lagged the 5% true growth from 2020 to 2024. What does it mean? The 2024 election simply attracted many million fewer voters than did the event four years ago. A narrative frequently pushed by progressives is that if everyone voted, we would win. At the least, this year’s election affirms this. 66.6% of the electorate voted in 2020, versus 63.7% in 2024. The raw difference in the electorate was 12 million, but the difference in voting blocks was 4 million, down from the 8 million required to meet 2020’s same percentage. True, these are the sorts of facts we progressives claw and pick over to find that one thing we can safely place our backs against. If anything, it underscores the lack of a mandate for the Republicans (and they have failed to earn a majority of votes cast since 2004.) But the ‘winner-takes-all’ feature of our system assigns power to the winning side with little power resting with the losing party. In other words, Trump, as has been true in all elections with him at the top of the ticket, will rule as if he received a majority of the popular vote. Both Biden and Obama, by contrast, won with majority popular votes.
It’s worth taking a moment to look at deltas one cannot obtain without painstaking data entry. First, I computed the number of votes lost from 2020 to 2024 for each state and party. Second, I determined the number of votes needed to flip a state from red to blue. Finally, I calculated the share of lost votes needed to accomplish that change. The states where this was even possible appear below–the hill was a little steep but quite possible. The conventional wisdom that Democrats win if more people vote does seem to be correct.
It doesn’t affect the pragmatics one wit–Trump will govern as if a supermajority of Americans wanted him. He barely did better than his previous outings, succeeding because millions didn’t vote. The challenge for minority rule is treating with the disenfranchised. More people voted for Hillary in 2016 than Trump, but our voices were more than just stifled: he delayed aid to California during wildfires (and he promises to do worse the second time around.) The real problem is that Trump is crazy, and if others tell him that he won, like the perpetual victim Kari Lake, he finds himself needing to believe it. It’s part of the myth-con.
But with the good medicine comes the bad: Trump’s hold on sanity is gone, along with any hope that the two coequal branches can place him in check. The billionaires backing him are in agreement with Harris: Trump is weak and easily manipulated. He’s already picked a grab-bag of cabinet toadies claiming they’ll do his bidding, though the real litmus test requires them to shower him with praise. His choices are inept and reckless: they don’t know the first thing about leading an organization of any kind, let alone a federal agency. The ensuing chaos will suit Trump to a tee.
Speaking of billionaires, it’s worth mentioning that Elon Musk’s embrace of all things Trump following the assassination attempt last summer didn’t mark the off-the-deep-end moment for the world’s richest person. In the past few years, he’s made increasingly crazy statements, fueling his promotions with his wealth and a folk-hero status to the technocrats. He is a splendid example of the danger of believing one’s own press: he’s the richest person, so he must know what he’s saying. No, he is insane because of his wealth, not despite it.
Narcissist Musk tilts at them thar windmills: destroying Twitter in the name of free speech, enforcing illegal and hazardous constraints on Tesla workers to make the otherwise unprofitable business viable, and fighting literally dozens of suits brought by states and the federal government for workplace violations while executing and bankrolling dozens more suits against his enemies. His true skill is playing the Machiavellian, arguing for his own First Amendment while blasting others for speaking up. He and DEI-foe Ramaswamy plan to destroy the civil service, replacing it with workaholics who faint after 12-hour shifts. Good luck finding that.
Musk’s insanity makes him a true enemy within, an immigrant playing cuckoo bird as an innovator and savior to humanity. He has, like Rupert Murdoch before him, invaded our country on a quest to hollow us out from the inside. Vance is another cuckoo, claiming an Appalachian homespun origin while attending ivy league schools. Like George Santos, he has learned the Roy Cohn art of saying whatever is necessary to win.
This is a pattern: Trump’s inner orbit attracts the same sort of myth-conning that has propelled him to the presidency now twice. RFK, Jr. fits the bill–he’s unscientific, narcissistic, and just plain nuts. He believes vaccines cause autism, that wireless tech causes cancer, and that COVID is a conspiracy against whites and blacks designed by the Chinese. Jesus, I don’t know what else to say. He will lead the FDA.
What more? A wrestling exec will lead the Department of Education, a news host the Defense Department, an NFL alum the Department of Urban Planning, another news host the Department of Transportation. Ugh, never mind. Bob Woodward squinted as hard as he could to find the micron of optimism, but he’s since changed his mind.
Woke and DEI to Blame?
And we mustn’t stop there: Harris’s defeat led pundits to proclaim the death of wokeness, blackness, diversity, and inclusiveness. Maybe Harris’s blackness and woman-ness kept people home, but I don’t think so. It takes genius not to see it, to quote Chomsky. One would never say that a cancer survivor losing an election means that we can’t treat cancer anymore–such a fool would be laughed right off the soundstage.
Blaming wokeness for Kamala’s loss is no less idiotic than blaming oncology because a cancer survivor loses an election.
It comes down to the narrative that Trump’s supporters pushed from the beginning–he’s better with the economy. People are tired of paying more for less, despite the requisite cycle to recovery from recessions. Allan Lichtman and his keys predicted Harris to win based on indicators that should have been in her favor. I believe the true culprit is in the “doppelganger” world I described a few years ago. Naomi Klein wrote a book of the same name last year. Information is asymmetric, preselected by unaccountable algorithms running in social media platforms. People genuinely believe that the immigrant crimewave is real. They believe trans people are perverted men wanting to push their way into women’s sports and bathrooms. They believe DEI initiatives undermine the fabric of business and family. They believe immigrants are roasting America’s dogs and cats. How does this happen? Why do people believe these things without actually seeing them happen?
I think it comes down to a very human need to manage anger and despair. People know eggs cost twice as much as they did four years ago. They’re angry that the rich continue to get richer while everyone else pays more for less. Trump’s backers know this all-too-well, and refocusing extant anger is propaganda 101.
DEI is an enemy for Ramaswamy and Musk: in the latter’s view, it is discriminatory. Of course, these are not data-informed positions–they’ve fallen for a gimmick as old as civilization itself: conflating rare, good fortune with wisdom. Money is the thing that matters to Trump in any case.
Musk has given us plenty of samples of his inner workings, threatening federal workers and anyone he perceives as the enemy. It turns out that he’s also quite stupid, targeting employees who work on ecological diversification rather than diversity and inclusion. No matter the brain rot gnawing at him, his tactics mobilize Trump’s brownshirts to drive these people from their homes. The DOGE (department of government efficiency) promises to purge the civil service of practically all expertise, with half-wit loyalists prepared to take up residence. It is a grim portent of what Trump’s second term promises: cruelty and vengeance.
How Goes the Myth-Con?
Rallying otherwise decent people to do evil isn’t new. As we’ve observed before, totalitarianism begins not with a twirling mustachio and his manifesto to do harm, but rather a white knight claiming to want to save those decent people. The most tyrannical regimes in the world invoke their authority from democracy, divinity, and freedom. They don’t appear in the shadows, twirling their mustaches. Except when they do: Trump isn’t popular, nor has he ever been. But he is a hero to his ardent supporters. While visiting Phoenix, I came across a lot with twenty or so American flags, together with a poster of Trump which canonizes him by the two impeachments and one assassination attempt. (This replaced a “Let’s Go Brandon” flag this brain trust flew over his house.) In other words, the bad guys wanted Trump gone, so that means he’s a good guy. I call this the myth-con. He is deified precisely because of consequences deriving from the response he’s coerced from others.
Like Hitler before him, Trump’s attempted assassination was carried out by a rightwing gunman who snapped. His surrogates were quick to blame the Democrats and their rhetoric for the attack, despite his very, very long history of ratcheting up violent threats. He even went so far as to threaten Liz Cheney’s life by firing squad. She voted with his bloc over 95% of the time, but resisting the rise of fascism is just a bridge to far.
To be clear, the conservative chicken hawks of yesterday are to blame for Trump, even if they decided he was bad news later on. Karl Rove, Donald Rumsfeld, Paul Wolfowitz, Dick Cheney, George HW Bush, and many others sought to radicalize the federal government through their Congressional allies and, of course, the figure-heads George W. Bush and Ronald Reagan. Former Republican strategist Stuart Stevens says this was always the core of his party’s intent. I remember the Bush administration destroying careers of CIA Agent Valerie Plame and her husband Joseph Wilson because the latter opposed the war in Iraq in his capacity as US diplomat. The release of her identity imperiled her contacts, but we already know that the fascist calculus demands total obedience. Though Scooter Libby took the fall, it’s possible the conspiracy rose all the way to the vice president’s office.
I don’t remember believing it was as consequential as the millions displaced and murdered by Bush’s illegal wars in Afghanistan and Iraq, but it demonstrates a hatred even for the sacred cows who oppose the feral party. Trump (the draft-dodging crook) belittled John McCain (the veteran and tortured POW), despite the military sitting atop the conservative pantheon of what is good and right. McCain died, and his Arizona voted Trump back to power in 2024. The myth-con requires key ingredients: the gladiator struggles against a corrupt system with nothing less than divine calling to save the marginalized and disaffected from aggressive hoards. Hitler had his Jews, Trump has his Mexicans.
Let’s take these ingredients: Trump is a gladiator. He swings at everything because, not despite his moral and personal failings. The system is corrupt: Americans know that the economic order is unfair. Many work hard, few receive rewards. For years, they’ve paid more for eggs and gasoline–though these aren’t the only metrics of value, they’re enough to enrage ordinary people. The white working and uneducated classes are deeply disaffected–DEI and wokeness appears to benefit brown women, and that bothers them. Jordan Peterson and Joe Rogan tell young white men that they’re victims, too. Because they’re already unhappy, it’s easy to blame the deepfake hoards pouring across the border. Immigrant crime is almost nonexistent, but social media locks people online by triggering the most powerful emotions. They decide that the Haitians eat American pets because they’re angry about longer working hours with less pay, and the regressive sales tax that is inflation. The “otherness” easily depicts the Democratic choice–she’s a black woman. Never mind that she ran one of the most conservative Democratic campaigns of the past fifty years. The myth-con can succeed on the strength of well-intentioned pollsters and pundits who play to the state narrative, as you can see in Bill Maher’s recent interview with Jane Fonda. Rather than admit that Trumpism is avarice and bigotry, his surrogates would insist that Kamala is for “they/them”. Biden was more openly pro-LGBTQ, but he’s an old white dude with a good Christian name.
The myth-con can succeed on the strength of well-intentioned pollsters and pundits who play to the base narrative.
The last ingredient is actually the hardest for me to understand: the divine calling. Trump himself claimed that God saved him from assassination so he could save the country. I would argue that people believe lionize Trump despite his cruelty and utter absence of morality. But I believe, like my history professor before me, that it is because of these things. Fanatical apologists believe he will repair their faith in decline. Others call him King David, Jehu, or Moses: his failings are the reason for his deification. Trump’s appointments to SCOTUS overturned Roe v. Wade, a long-sought event celebrated in most quarters of conservative Christendom. It doesn’t matter what Trump says or does. Abusing women, paying porn stars, and elevating to powerful positions the most corrupt among us augments rather than diminishes him in their judgment.
It’s unfocused, raw anger. And they’re easily manipulated, like Trump himself. All the ingredients are there, despite much of the mess following Trump’s botched COVID response. But there’s no taste for thinking things through, as disappointing as it is. Even mainstream media fails spectacularly in hitting the salient points hard enough. They announce dispassionately that Trump will seek revenge against his many real and imagined enemies, as though this is normal. Ignorance seems necessary for a demagogue to ascend. Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else: we’ve been myth-conned.
The how of the myth-con is pretty clear. But why do this? Is being the richest man in the world insufficient for Elon Musk? Can Trump not just enjoy his last years with adoring mobs and merchandise? No, and no: no amount of money will ever satisfy Musk, and nothing short of the throne is good enough for Trump. It is because, not despite. Trump learned long ago from Roy Cohn that leaning into the accusations is the way to beat them. Bob Woodward said in 2020 that he didn’t believe Trump knew the difference between fact and fiction. I would tend to agree–Trump just emits shit, and his lapdogs scarf it down. They twist and twirl to keep it pieced together, but the whole of it will fall.
But Why? For God’s Sake, Why?
When my grandmother and her older sister were growing up in Oklahoma in the 1920s and 1930s, they fought from time to time, as children often do. But there was a sharp difference between their respective tenors: when her sister was angry, she broke my grandmother’s toys; when she was angry, she refrained from it. Her rationale was, “I knew we wouldn’t be mad later.” That is, for anyone who cares to know, perhaps the biggest difference between the two political parties in America. The Democrats play to the mainstream to get work done, while the Republicans obstruct and destroy when not in power, then grasp and claw once they persuade the electorate that the Democrats are responsible. Don’t believe me? Mitch McConnell wasn’t the first obstructionist; one can go back to the 1990s for the shitshow that was Gingrich’s Contract with America. Clinton was as close to a classical Republican as we’ve had in that office since the Reagan years, and they still spent years investigating and slandering him. Many of those same hyenas are still in Congress, and they think Trump’s actions are just fine.
Soon, we won’t need the Republicans to break all our toys–catastrophic climate change and nuclear proliferation remain the two greatest threats to our biosphere with no coherent mainstream message.
But it isn’t satisfying enough to say that they’re rotten apples–we progressives often strain to find the silver lining, that one explanation or motivation that can save their souls. But I’ll say it here–my grandmother’s sister was just plain bad. Sure, she was mentally ill (probably schizophrenia), but she was monstrously abusive to her daughter. Long after her sister’s death, my grandmother felt for her. She was charitable in that regard, even when it was repaid with viciousness.
Soon, we won’t need the Republicans to break all our toys–catastrophic climate change and nuclear proliferation remain the two greatest threats to our biosphere with no coherent mainstream message. The former dwells only in the minds of thinking people, utterly disregarded by Trump and his flunkies. But I believe the Rupert Murdochs and the Elon Musks have surrendered hope that this world can be saved. But I’ll repeat it: if the world cannot be saved, it is because rather than despite their unbelief. The money Musk dumped into Trump’s war chest could have been spent solving rather than creating problems. The billion dollars spent on the election itself could have fixed a plethora of issues throughout the world. Instead, that money finds its ways into deeper pockets.
Taking Our Lumps
As I said earlier, I’ve tried to explain the outcomes precisely because I am a progressive–I want to believe that there is redemption for the wicked. But the 77 million people who chose Trump, along with the 50 million who refused to vote, know now what they’re getting. For another term, we will contend with lawless chaos with an even sharper edge. The evangelicals who selected a sex offender can kneel at all the crosses they want. The attack dog brownshirts answering Trump’s call to chase good people out of their own homes can gush at the flag and praise law and order as they step on Capitol policemen’s faces. SCOTUS has assured Trump everlasting immunity, and therefore he has nothing to fear. I wish I could say the same for us.
Is there a next move? Biden is thinking of pardoning Trump’s intended victims–that isn’t the reason the president has this power, but it exists to permit him the opportunity to cure legal failures. The usual folk will oppose Trump’s batshit crazy agenda. Musk will help him weaponize the soon-to-be-gutted bureaucracy to isolate and eradicate enemies. The House once more voted to supply the president with unilateral power in classifying nonprofits as terrorist. With AI tools, they plan to eliminate the “enemy from within,” or the ordinary folk French revolutionaries claimed to represent, even as they killed them during the Reign of Terror. Obviously, opposing the use of unaccountable technology will become a staple. The one silver lining I can find in all this is that Trump’s lone contribution to any enterprise is the sowing of discord and chaos. It might be difficult for him to execute an agenda while riding the highs and lows of dementia and insanity. But I’m running low on hope. I’m aging, ailing, and grieving.
Are there steps forward? Yes!
Read about American history. Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States features many ways forward, none of which are secret. Labor unions, solidarity, and mutual support make it possible to build strength.
Listen to sensible sources of information. Timothy Snyder, Robert Reich, and Amy Goodman supply that, along with inspiration and wisdom. The day is dark, and though cruelty seems to have won a major victory, people can surprise us. But it isn’t enough to just sit and wait for the world we want–it requires dedication and very hard work.
Kick nihilism to the curb. I was once told by a brother that kindness to a person with terminal cancer was a waste, because, “He was gonna fucking die anyway.” I disagree–that’s when we have the opportunity to show the universe who and what we are. Candles burn brightest in the darkest spaces.
Education is a categorical imperative. Learn all you can. The generative networks used to cheat on homework and manipulate users will drain brains everywhere. You’ll be rare as hens’ teeth if you know anything about anything.
Talk to each other. People will surprise you if you give them a chance.
Protect each other. Stand in solidarity with trans, immigrants, women, blacks, gay people, elderly people, and, well, people.
Strengthen education. Generative AI has hurtled us closer to educational bankruptcy. It is unaccountable and dangerous, designed principally to retain platform users until they convert (buy something.)
Do NOT fall for the myth-con, no matter who promotes it. Take sociopaths at their word.
Love each other.
This will be my final post for a season. I’ve spent considerable time researching and writing, and though the work is far from finished, I’m exhausted. I will still be here, so don’t feel as though you can’t reach out. I hope for better health, a return to my career, and a better world. Because, not despite.
Heading into the forthcoming midterms, I’m unhappy. True, as anEsquire article by Nate Silver published in 2009 reminds us, presidents’ respective parties tend to suffer defeats at the first off-season biennial realignment. And it doesn’t matter whether the president did a good job in those first two years. Nonetheless, no matter where I turn, I’m bombarded by hysterical calls to action on my cell phone, in my email, on bumper stickers, and in every spare bit of roadside desert. Many could make the cut of Trump’s Twitter barrages:
Stop Critical Race Theory
Empower Parents
Mark Kelly wants Open Borders
Katie Hobbs is a Racist
End the Biden crimewave
My personal favorite appears attached to trucks and SUVs: “Freedoms Enforced.” Since “brevity is the soul of wit,” I’ll not dally on that one. But the list above I find particularly interesting. Critical race theory, along with the companion term “woke,” were not things I remember learning in school. Even my rightwing high school history teacher would concede that whites did better at the expense of blacks. I didn’t think of this as a theory or a proposition: it would be evident to anyone with a thinking brain. But even I was ignorant of the genuine cancel culture dominating mainstream telling of history. Yes, cancel culture is a term new to me, and those railing about it these days didn’t seem to have a problem with it when one could not discuss railroad strikes in mainstream history texts (discussed in what I think should be essential reading for anyone living in this country: Howard Zinn’s A People’s History of the United States). School boards and teachers whitewashed the history I learned before college, with stern dismissal of plights suffered by modern people of color and tepid confession for the greatest horrors visited upon any people: native extermination black enslavement. They had no taste for blood, but European bloodlust stained every page of every history one could ever read, if you knew where to look. The terms differ now: they say, “that’s just woke blah” rather than “that’s just nigger blah.” But having come from the evangelical South, I promise they mean the latter. The others above are hogwash: I live in a city a few hours from the Mexico border, and I see no signs of a drug cartel invasion. Rather, I see homeless people begging for lunch money on every street corner. Pronouncing gubernatorial aspirant Katie Hobbs a racist reminds me of the tactic key to all things Trump: accuse others of one’s own sins. Goodness knows he needs no imagination from which to pluck his myriad personal and moral shortcomings. USA Facts supply a few useful statistics: small upticks here and there, but a processive decline in all forms of crime. There is no Biden crime wave, and even if there were, the social transformation necessary to shift crime heavily up and down occurs more on the decade than the annual scale. But when have facts arrested a fancy tagline? Prevarication may be a fancy word, but it still means horse shit. While visiting family in Scottsdale, I saw several republican signs sitting among a very genuine, “Free Horse Manure” (many in the neighborhood own and stable horses on-site.) I think that one probably better reflects the world in which we live. In a very literal sense, we each have access to a lifetime supply of manure, so why not believe things unfit for the maggots? The GOP roster resembles that of a lunch group in an insane asylum; those running here in Arizona say they won’t concede a loss, and that they cannot lose. Masters may well be the most insane senate candidate I’ve ever seen, a perverse mixture of Sarah Palin and Elon Musk.
If you’re scared of armed militias sitting outside your ballot boxes, you’re in luck! SCOTUS says the U.S. Constitution, written when firearms were no more dangerous than Mister Spock’s derisive “stone knives and bearskins,” guarantees your right to conceal mass murder machines. As usual, I’d refer these self-appointed guardians of the Founding Fathers’ brains to Christopher Ingraham’s op-ed in the Washington Post: one could fire the best rifle three times per minute, compared to myriad rounds an ordinary pistol can rocket into a crowd. I discussed some of this in an earlier article, but no one reading this will find themselves shifted on the issue. It may speak more to a psychological fetish I’m probably unqualified to diagnose. Noam wrote that the language acquisition device separated us from the rest of the animals, and it probably was a mutation. My own fiction book The Eighth Angel tries to make sense of what I fear is an “inchoate evolution:” we haven’t achieved a refinement needed to assure our survival. Noam also points out that the current GOP is the most dangerous organization in human history, no small feat. It is, in fact, a perfect combination of means, motive, and opportunity racing us to a precipice, a final curtain call for homo sapiens. McConnell and Graham know catastrophic climate change is real; they know nuclear proliferation will destroy us; they know that they’ve emboldened and empowered Trump, paving the way for fascism to cover the earth in wildfire. True, Trump is a craven, filthy criminal, incapable of a coherence needed to embody Hitler’s flavor, but there’s no reason to believe the next version of him will be the genuine article. As I said in my previous post, my people were ripe for the plucking. There were great people in their midst, like a couple of teachers from high school, along with many teachers from the local junior college. I maintain contact with three of them, and I just finished a lengthy phone call with one of them.
Mister Yeatts reads fantasy, and I wondered whether he would enjoy A Song of Fire and Ice. Like me, Mister Yeatts always felt like a bit of an alien, and so fantasy and science fiction supplied a means of supplanting the now with the somewhere not now. I guess that’s why history has always mesmerized me. Stephen King suggested that we enjoy horror and monsters precisely because it lessens the burdens of our own monstrosity. Whatever the truth of it, the monsters in our midst come in the name of God, and we learn now the filth and malevolence of their souls. Palpatine was something of a study in this: in the prequel trilogy, he appears to be a measured but calculating politician, charming of affect and warm of concern. But we the audience eventually see him for what he is: a misshapen, deformed devil of unspeakable power. That wasn’t what usually happened in the real world: the eponymous hypocrite in Moliere’s Tartuffe almost never lies in his dialogue, and he easily wins the hearts and minds of those he would exploit. Evil masquerades as good, and, for the most part, one might never know the difference. But Trump transformed culture here in America, riding the wave of despair and despondency wrought by the neoliberal program enforced upon labor classes here and abroad. Perhaps my vision was inchoate, much as I wonder about the human soul. We learn about evil as children through the nefarious deeds of fictional monsters, but clear-eyed analysts like Gore Vidal, Noam, and Howard Zinn probably could look perceive only slight differences between the loquacious tirades William F. Buckley and the sneering hiss of the monster Palpatine. I rewatched some of the Hellraiser movies for Halloween, noticing for the first time that the Cenobites sit somewhere between the human-obsessed demons taught to me in Bible class and Lovecraft’s devastating “cthonics.” Perhaps the universe shares Cthulhu’s indifference, and I doubt McConnell really wants to destroy the world. Maybe he and his cohorts believe the world is already lost, and they must crush the throats of anyone interfering with their privileged life. Newt told Ripley in Aliens that her mommy told her there were no monsters, but she knew in that moment that there were terrible creatures driven mad with murderous instinct. Mister Yeatts recently turned 85, and we laughed that he might be happier at this age, knowing we might not have to witness our species’ impending demise. I shared the laugh, my own health casting a shadow over a full lifetime.
A recent interview with Noam found him distinguishing motives and intent from actions and consequences. Though the former can’t be equated with the latter, I do wonder how it is that a plurality if not majority can understand the good and the bad of fairy tales, but a madness has gripped us, rotating all the of players until one criminal, marred by utter business and moral failings, can simply say, “Putin isn’t bad,” and old white men (who’d normally throw their weight against more militarism in the service of other white people) suddenly agree with him. Fox celebrated the RNC’s decision in 2020 to present no platform at the convention, probably because they, like everyone else, can’t count on Trump to commit to anything in particular, save excessive gestures on behalf of gun-loving evangelicals, a group he ridiculed and bedazzled. Truly, the children of the world are wiser than the children of so-called light.
I’ve spent these years in this blog trying to reconcile the righteousness of the human animal with the malignant avarice dominating the power class. As I’ve decided in my fiction book, there may be no answer to this conundrum. Democracy supposes a literacy upon those governing themselves, much like market theory requires informed choice and consent. Neither here is respectable among the political class. Corporations don’t want to compete, so they bribe the political class. Those in power refuse to relinquish it, so they illegally block voters and enchant a population with soundbites into surrendering themselves. Perhaps I’ve learned my lesson. McConnell is no better than Palpatine, and the difference in appearance is superficial. Then again, listen to his cackle in a debate with his challenger last election.
Perhaps the more depressing turn of events of late is the conclusion by the scientific community that we ought steel ourselves for extinction: Cambridge University released a study in August arguing that the “four horsemen” of the climate apocalypse, “famine and malnutrition, extreme weather, conflict, and vector-borne diseases,” together with the fat-tailed temperature hikes expected by 2070, must compel us to dialogue seriously about the end of our species. I myself have no children, but I have nieces and cousins to whom I would like to have bequeathed a world better than the one I inherited. But this won’t happen without dramatic changes. And despite Don’t Look Up‘s Benedict Drask hilariously firing his gun at the comet headed for Earth, bullets cannot stop the catastrophic endgame. The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists provide similar ill-omens, setting their historic clock one hundred seconds from midnight, with nuclear proliferation remaining a largely undiscussed nightmare. It’s crazy–Trump’s enablers, and pretty much anyone else in the federal government, all know these things. Nuclear weapons reached the public discourse because of speculation that Putin might deploy “tactical” nukes on Ukraine. Daniel Ellsberg suggests that the danger of nuclear weapons long precedes actual deployment; Putin and other actors may threaten their use, poising these actors to conduct aggression somewhat unchecked. Neither political party’s leadership would prefer to confront the nuclear threats, but rather act within this long shadow to extend it. Noam insists we should treat with Putin rather than permit the conflict to escalate, even if this means concessions. But policy planners long have bemoaned the exhaustion of diplomacy, even though they rarely try. Trump’s party would probably deny the existence of a conflict rather than contradict him publicly. Instead, they encourage armed vigilantes circling capitol buildings to fight the tyranny of stolen elections, another splendid example of accusing others of your own failings; Ari Berman warned in January that the gerrymandering, voter registration laws, and just plain criminality positioned the GOP to win bigtime in next week’s election. Several candidates have already trumpeted their wins, adding that a loss is theft.
Yes, these are terrifying developments, and Psychology Today says:
[...o]ur notorious inability as a species to significantly affect the long-term, man-made crises of population growth or climate change, not to mention the wars and crises that devolve from their effects, would seem to argue in the other direction. And the reason we are so poor at long-range planning might well lie in how our brains work.
Does this mean we can’t escape Cambridge’s grisly endgame? It makes me wonder once more whether we make up an inchoate or half-baked species, capable of tremendous accomplishments, but incapable of managing them. The ingredients are there, but the recipe missed something. We can reason about it, we can share our findings with others, but motivating large segments within the population to confront these challenges seems impossible. Franklin Roosevelt found the strength, even from a wheelchair, to leverage the hopefulness depression-era Americans felt. We lack that hopefulness now, despite Joe Biden giving a better performance as president than I ever could have imagined. In fact, I believe he’s the greatest president of my lifetime (Carter forward), and I’m no fan of the executive branch. I agree with Noam that all post-war presidents would hang by the Nuremberg standards, though Biden might escape such a fate.
So what can we do? Humans would prefer salvation to extinction, but the sophistication of dialogue must change. Nuance within the balance sheet of rights and principles must receive better press. For instance, if one were to believe the fantasy that American democracy really is democracy, that one must decide whether the principle of self-governance extends to omnicide. Is it wrong to declare martial law if that’s the only way to stop catastrophic climate change? Should Americans’ right to safety extend to murder? Anarcho-syndicalism holds that those depriving others of rights, real or imagined, bear the heaviest burdens of proof. But effective unanimity of scientific agreement on the endgame described earlier? Is this not enough to coerce a dramatic response? Researchers outlined 35 symptoms of code-red climate change, sixteen of which have transpired. If I am to believe that humans cannot address long-term consequences such as the catastrophic endgame, does this not mean we are required morally to coerce participation in a capable climate strategy? But how does one go about this? It would be easier if both political parties could agree to live in the real world. The GOP decided early to simply deny the signs of the times. Within the evangelical sector, we believed that the world was supposed to end, prophesied in the book of Revelations. Yes, we were told that God intended to destroy the world by fire, just as he’d done by water during the time of Noah. So the more terrible the signs, the more we believed Jesus would return. But I’m afraid no one is coming to save anyone, save ourselves. I think the non-evangelical climate deniers probably decided that the world could not be saved. Why else would they pursue greed in the face of insurmountable evidence?
Kelly and I are worried. The Arizona state constitution bans gay marriage, a provision left on the books if the fascist SCOTUS decides to overturn Obergefell. Though Alito argued otherwise, I believe this is their intention. We’ve gone so far as to investigate moving abroad, though nuclear winter is no respecter of borders. Because of my precarious health struggle, and because of family, we’ll just have to go down with the ship, cacti and all. The cacti stood long before I was born, and they might be laughing at my concern, if they only had the means to do so.
There are some reasons to be optimistic: Lula da Silva, once a political prisoner in Brazil, defeated the archconservative fascist Bolsonaro. Bolsonaro attacked the rainforests, imprisoned his critics, and presided over a COVID debacle in Trump’s league. He should go to prison, but leaders seldom pay that sort of consequence. The young generation soon to enter adulthood also seem to be a cut above the rest of us antiques; an op-ed in the Washington Post explains that young workers demand diversity. I find this comforting, and I’m helping lead such an initiative in my day job. I’d rephrase Orwell to say that if there is to be salvation, it lies with our children, inchoate a species we might be.
Mister Rogers once said that in times of crisis, we must look to the helpers (his expression finds a critic in one Atlantic article, though I don’t think the author really made any point of merit.) He didn’t mean first-responders, but rather, those carrying out the Herculean effort to change our world for the better. I find myself calling these titanic figures “keystones:” without them, the structure collapses. This is work we all must accept. We are all keystones, we are all helpers, and we must all take up this work. If we are to stake a claim in this world, we must support each other. When I’m optimistic, I believe we can do it, if we work together. For me, this means identifying those who are making a difference, and supporting them. It would include the usual suspects for me, but I’d add my cousin Carlos “Chico” Robinson, a tireless Arizona educator and labor agitator. I hope to interview him in the coming months, along with my uncle Charles Slagle, the liberal evangelical minister. This would also include my history professor Pat Ledbetter. They give me hope, something I’ll share in the world of 2023.
Until then, vote, and seek out each other. As The Matrix‘s oracle famously said, “the only way forward is together.”
Dickens was onto something when he suggested that the best and worst of times might coincide. Awakening the morning of my husband’s birthday, I discover that the Roberts court overturned Roe v. Wade, with an ebullient Clarence Thomas pronouncing that Griswold, Obergefell, and other SCOTUS decisions handing a crumb of dignity to the gay community, and even to those wanting access to contraception, all were now at risk. Thomas’s genius rationale per a recent biopic: Americans should get off their iPhones to defend their own liberties. Wow. We’ll pause to consider that. OK, I’m guessing you’re as confused as I am, so let’s just recognize that happy days are here again for the man who would’ve been enslaved in the 1700 and 1800s, but he’d hand victory to his own oppressors. He must derive his moral authority the same way tyrants have in the past: sexual harassment of women, cruelty towards the most vulnerable, and in his case, flagrantly protecting his hysterical wife’s illegal interventions on behalf of Trump in the violent overthrow of the United States government. Even if one could agree to the fantasy that these lifetime justices swim in a sea of logic and sanity somehow a cut above the rest, how does one ignore Thomas’s ridiculous participation in Gini’s tomfoolery, together with his utter inability to recuse himself in a case featuring her cultish meddling in Trump’s “stop-the-steal” campaign to, well, “steal-then-stop?”
I pick on Thomas in particular, but he is in no way the beginning and end of the problem. Susan Collins and Joe Manchin “believed” rapist-Kavanaugh and the understated danger of Gorsuch when they said that Roe was settled? Well bless their hearts, as we say in Texas.
The world in which we find ourselves carries with it tremendous risk and upheaval, coupled with opportunity to, borrowing from Tom Steyer, save the world and have an awesome time doing it. But something key that I feel we’re missing remains to be the inner world of evangelicalism. It’s a world with which I’m familiar, though I didn’t used to think about it much. But Roe v. Wade facing a searingly opposed annihilation, along with the outrageous constitutional maximalism undergirding it, has left me thinking more about my past. It isn’t a place I visit often, but it might help others understand why so many Americans align themselves with the GOP, what Noam Chomsky calls the most “dangerous organization in human history”. It’s taken time to work my way back to the blog, given a recurrence of illness that leaves me limited in capacity. But this is a tale needing telling. Whether you want to read it or not, the existential threat I describe herein is very real; it’s easy to discount them as kooks, alloyed by some sort of madness. One might think inexplicable, but years’-worth of reflection leads me to something my high school American literature teacher Candy Zangoei used as a prompt for our daily journals: “we hate our victims the most.” It’s funny that I didn’t understand it at the time, but living amongst a people gripped by fear, afraid of blacks, gays, baby-murderers, I understand now. Nothing says esteem like believing others covet what you have. We had little in the way of worldly wealth, but how much more it becomes when you believe others covet your pennies.
Farmers’ Four Paths to Faith and Divorce
My four grandparents and their respective journeys would be a good place to start. All four began their lives in farming families. My mother’s parents differed a little less than thirteen years in age. My maternal grandfather, Dow Slagle, had been twice divorced, lost contact with two daughters, both his parents died early, and a car accident in 1936 claimed his left arm. He met my grandmother Connie in 1942 at a restaurant where she worked. Her mother had already been married and divorced three times, so his having been divorced wouldn’t be a dealbreaker, as it often was in those days. Her grandparents raised her for the most part, so she always held the elderly near her heart. Neither were obsessive on religion, though that changed when they bore their first child, brain-damaged and permanently retarded. With this and other stressors, they turned to the faith-healing circles like the entourage surrounding Oral Roberts. They weren’t looking for judgment, cruelty, or rejection; rather, they sought a cure for their son, increasingly a burden on and hazard for their second son and first daughter. As they enmeshed themselves within the church, the church punished them for his having been married earlier. In fact, they told my grandparents that their sinful marriage was the reason God chose to retard their son. They relegated my grandparents to the back pew, all-too-eager to take their tithes, but intending to make a holy stand. My uncle recently recounted my grandmother sobbing, prone on the floor, pleading with the invisible man to spare her and my grandfather from hell. Their spiritual leaders abused them, tormented them, as though my grandfather’s missing arm and their retarded son weren’t hell enough for them. My grandfather couldn’t even join the freemasons, their policy to exclude those incomplete in body. Jesus, I’m not sure why they stuck with the whole thing, but bearing abuse from evangelicals continues, a point to which I’ll return. In any case, their second son became an evangelist, traveling the world with his wife for a few decades. Their flavor of faith differed starkly from many of their peers, and the worldview they bear these days is incompatible with established evangelicalism.
My father’s parents were second and third generation Americans, whose Norwegian forebearers settled parts of what would become North Dakota under federal land grants. My grandfather suffered from crippling depression in his early life, a travail leading him to the charismatic renewal of the same ilk my mom’s folks found. It did, frankly, radicalize him, isolating him from the churches dotting the landscape, for their ministrations couldn’t accommodate his personal piety.
My parents bitterly divorced in 1987, leading our pastor at the Gainesville Assembly of God to revoke their memberships. This would be the first of two times the church shunned my mother, sister, and myself, the latter happening maybe eight years later; but it wasn’t the first time the church elders inflicted pain on them. One of my brothers developed type one diabetes when we were young, leading our pastor’s wife to tell my mother that she had somehow angered God. This theme of God’s war on children to punish the parents isn’t all that uncommon among the professedly pious.
I digress. Following my parents’ separation, my father’s folks dropped from our radar, though the geographic separation left us with infrequent visits. The story we heard was that they couldn’t bear to have a divorced son, and thus they wanted nothing to do with us. We learned only near the end of their lives that they had been told they wouldn’t be permitted to see us.
My mother and her second husband, for their part, persisted in seeking a church amenable to their professed faith, albeit with somewhat less judgment. I learned from the beginning to ask for the forgiveness only Jesus can bestow every Sunday when asked by the pastor to do so. We were told every Sunday where unforgiven sinners would be spending eternity, and that the worst self-deception for any of us was believing we already possessed this elusive salvation. I prayed every night for my own soul and the soul of others. It wasn’t until my uncle the minister introduced us in 1994 to universal salvation that the fear around this buckled. My maternal grandmother found it a comfort in her final years. Of course, my own identity would forever separate me from the world of my youth, and I’ve since surrendered any notion of faith, beyond a fancy that there’s more to the universe than we may think.
I rehash this dimension of my past to consider some of the things we learned within the world of the evangelicals, with a bent on the goings-on behind the promotional posturing. What did we believe about abortion? Feminism? Race? Gun violence? Atheism and prayer in schools? Environmentalism? Evolution and Creationism? Science? The military? Homosexuality? Liberalism? If you don’t know anyone from this world, and you’ve always wanted to know from a former insider why the Trumpers, moderately fascist, and the crucifix-as-cudgel crowd do what they do, read on.
What We Believed About Abortion and Feminism
Abortion wasn’t something we talked about at home, aside from the dominant opposition to it. Conception was the beginning of life, and my mother often talked about the miscarriage she had between the births of my two older brothers. She tended to be more progressive than my stepfather, if for no other reason, she struggled to continue her higher education, despite obstacles, both at home and in the antifeminine world we inhabited. We were barely middle class, even when my father was still paying child support. Another degree for her would have led to a better outcome, but she confronted misogyny, spousal abuse, and more. In any case, the most she could offer on the issue was that the women she’d known who’d had abortions regretted them. Almost every Republican presidential candidate after Roe promised at least tacitly what our pastors and faith leaders kept telling us: abortion is murder, no matter the context. But I need context to explain what really was said behind the scenes, namely feminism and race.
Feminism found little favor among the faithful that I knew, for the men convinced themselves that the Bible’s duty assignment among husband and wife was clear: the boys were in charge, with the girls there to support. It’s funny that some of the greatest natural predators in the world, the lions, operate with a similar system. The maned men fight off other men and mate with their many women, and the women hunt, bear the cubs, and raise them. Somewhere there’s an art-imitates-life comment. My first stepdad tried the part as best he could, remaining unemployed, siphoning away money that ought to have gone for our care. My mom worked almost nonstop during that period, facing sexual harassment both at work and at church, while he slovenly watched the boob tube in his tacky cut sweatpants, munching popcorn and inhaling groceries. If my Facebook research is correct, this man now squats on his daughter’s property, draping his largesse in mega-sized MAGA shirts. He complained that women were too uppity, and that abortion somehow would lead to more lesbian couples. Race was an even more terrible can of worms. My father proudly sported a confederate flag on his shirt, complete with the words, “it’s a white thing. You wouldn’t understand…” I daresay even he didn’t understand. He hated black people, much like my stepfather, both concerned that interbreeding would drain the purity from the white folks. Funny that I now know from a genetic profile that north African ancestry is in our lineage! My father was (and still is) a violent, reactionary alcoholic who dwells alone in the desert. He had little reluctance in assaulting women and children, though he’s a coward when confronted by anyone else. I read a ghastly series of comments following a rant by Jordan Peterson in which he bemoans that he can’t hit a woman who criticizes him. One comment following his post read, “I think women deserve rights. And lefts.” I was speechless, but I can see my father blurting something like that.
To be clear, I’ve seen neither of these men for over twenty years, and maybe they’ve changed. I doubt it, though. In any case, the cultural narrative insisted that women belong in skirts and in the kitchen. Walter Matthau’s obnoxious rendition of “It Takes a Woman” from the film Hello Dolly! comes to mind. It might be unfair to emphasize the noisy rambles of two dysfunctional neocons, but their personal views mirrored much of what we heard at church, and even, to some extent, school. But their views were echoed elsewhere in the family. To be clear, there are very few functional males in any part of my family. My father had four brothers and one sister, three of whom found some normalcy. Divorce and abandonment are a theme, leaving grandmothers and mothers doing the work. It makes me think that people often create the world they already believe exists. Men can carouse, flirt, rob, cheat, and assault. Women find themselves cleaning up the mess.
With Roe v. Wade destroyed, the stern and spirited self-congratulations can commence, for the unborn were the only category within the issue for which they could muster advocacy. Once the unborn become the born, these would-be advocates can abandon these children to the underfunded and bullet-ridden schools, minimal healthcare, prison, and murderous cops. The conservatives of my family would seek abortion when convenient (such as reversing one’s position once they determine the unborn child to be free of Down’s syndrome), deciding afterwards to shield them from the murderers. Now, women face a not-so-new enemy, one that punishes them for carelessness and promiscuity, while men skate free.
What We Believed About Blacks and the Indigenous
Race remains a key to this. In my hometown, there was the colored section, near the interstate and state highway intersection. Readers, pardon the word choice, but to lay the cancer bare, we called this nigger town. Moffit Park was the vestigial colored park, tiny and dilapidated, compared to the more robust Leonard Park and Frank Buck Zoo. Black people simultaneously amused and terrified, for we saw them parodied on television and film, and their poverty and purported criminality frightened us. As our family grew, so did the despicable racism grow. I could go on, but there really isn’t any point. The more dovish perspective was that blacks needed to leave this country, for America just wasn’t their cup of tea. Affirmative action was a touchstone for fanaticism, faculty in my public school journey wagging tongues and fingers with rants about how hard life is for the white man. I remember a racist cousin claiming that if a ‘kickass’ black guy wants a high-paying job, he should get it, the implication being that he needs to be ‘kickass’ in order to outperform the very deserved white privilege. Nothing enraged my family more than welfare, even though we received AFDC help soon after my parents’ divorce. I remember standing in line with my mom, among many white and brown people, including handicapped, all of us awaiting the government cheese wheel. One insanely miserly relative couldn’t let it go that she saw a black woman with well-manicured nails pull out her Lone Star card at Walmart; willing to cheat her in-laws into providing years-long free childcare for her, she obsessed on these things, complaining that “too many people in this world think someone owes them somethin’.” Indeed, there are. I remember finally pointing out to some that welfare fraud was so rare, one might as well complain about dirty pennies under the couch cushions. Corporate welfare and tax breaks for the wealthy far outstrip anything happening in the bottom sector of the economy, per excellent analysis by Dean Baker. For one of the biggest recipients of public monies in our family, a sheepish and bashful smile presaged the confession, “it’s just the principle of it.” Children are at stake, but one has a principled commitment to austerity, so long as it’s those “other people.”
My grandmother parroted certain racial slurs she’d learned from her grandfather, a man named Thomas Jefferson Davis Knight. I remember in college history learning that the pseudo-intellectuals trying to justify the confederate secession and slavery would claim that they were the true Jeffersonians, to the north’s Hamiltonians, I suppose. Who was Burr, I wonder? In any case, I didn’t even connect the two until later, looking at my late great-great-grandfather. Irony was that they were so poor, they hired the black doctor when Grandpa Knight fought and lost a battle with lymphoma in the late 1930s. My grandmother always remembered that, and would tell us what a wonderful man that physician was. I should try to find his descendants, if any are living. None of this stopped my first stepfather from dissing blacks with frequency. He may’ve been a total deadbeat, perennially unemployed, and a thief who extorted from my grandmother while he worked for her, but he felt he was better than them “niggers.” A stone could fall on any human being anywhere on Earth, and that person would be, by ninety-percent, better than he was. But I heard this for years, that blacks were lazy criminals; even later, evangelical friends confided that it wasn’t the skin color, but rather the culture they abhorred. Hell, even a manager I had at one of the big firms where I’ve worked said to me that it wasn’t skin color that bothered him, but rather things correlated with it. Guh? That person is another story for another day. But the new bogeyman of the religious right is “critical race theory,” the omission of which would result in an almost perfect cancel culture. But they don’t like cancel culture when it means James Woods and Roseanne can’t broadcast whatever batshit drug-induced fantasies they imagine free of consequence. Admittedly, I don’t like them, but they’re free to spray regurgitated manure as they see fit. But deleting an overwhelming consensus of historians everywhere, reducing the black man’s travail to a footnote, works out well for the young evangelical white man seeking atonement through denial. You see, the Bible didn’t account for the cruelty and wickedness that the organized Christian church was to visit upon slaves, natives, and countless others. This is why I only remember learning in Bible school about the suffering of the Hebrews, with the history of Christianity left out. My cousin’s copy of American History: A Christian’s Perspective said it best: Lee and Grant were both good Christian men, and those who preserved slavery, namely Henry Clay and Stephen Douglas, were the “wiser, older” Christian men who preached temperance in their appetites for slavery, a civil war postponed. Nevermind Jefferson and Washington screwing their slaves. It’s so insane, I felt crazy when I studied American history in college.
Native Americans presented their own problem to the narrative. On the one hand, America was a divinely-engineered freedom factory, per the jingo jingle, yet my white ancestors murdered the people already living here. At home, we played cowboys and Indians, and among our friends and family, the talk of natives scared me to death, for who would want to be scalped, dissected, and eaten? Then again, that’s what my white ancestors did to them. I learned the word “crybully” today, a perfect description. We accuse our victims of doing what we do. I could picture a similar sentiment ensconced in a tacky gilded frame hanging above Trump’s office desk. There really is no sufficient discussion on the indigenous travail; the extirpation and extermination led to, probably conservatively, 56 million dead, and a “cancellation” of vast civilized culture. We learned as kids that the natives were not Christian, so those that died probably just resisted dedicating their souls and hearts to a white god capable of reversing their sinful tendencies. Of course, this was the public position, the dovish position, if you will. The reality is that we learned that the natives were inferior, likely incapable of thought rational enough to seek forgiveness through the cross. It was interesting, though, that we also heard about native blood in our ancestry, though my genes, according to state-of-the-art analysis, don’t touch any indigenous peoples in this hemisphere. It presents a difficulty, for why would any of my ancestors fabricate connection to peoples deemed inferior? Looking at my trace North African ancestry, my best guess, worth probably not a lot, is that neighbors could accept the native wife better than the African one, so they lied about her ancestry.
In any case, one of the most sinister of secrets among the evangelicals I knew is that they believed eternal torment awaited virtually all human beings. The free will crowd at least think people can find their way to heaven with a chance, but, as a former member of that gaggle, I can say that we didn’t really believe it. We thought, by contrast, that almost no one would ever find salvation, no matter the chances afforded by God. You can consider it similar to the LDS “mark of Cain” dogma, or, more appropriately, the predestination of Calvinism. We believed that dark skinned people mostly could not get to heaven, because eternity is segregated, even if liberals, guided by satan himself, tried to force us to mingle. It’s horrific, a cultural myopia that I don’t think is specific just to the evangelical crowd. It’s tough to imagine, so the answer is cancel culture on a scale hard to imagine. If you don’t like the history you’ve been taught, then fight to have it erased. We can vote on what happened in the past! I hate slavery, so I’ll just vote to have all history books whitewashed. Done and done. What slavery? What problem?
Guns=Guns?
Brown Bess Musket circa 1780State-of-the-art killing machine
Another topic of frustrating fever would be gun control, given the holocaust of shootings happening year after year, depicted starkly by The Guardian in 2021. The two most recent shootings in Buffalo and Uvalde, Texas are just tips of an ocean-spanning iceberg. I can’t even finish this paragraph before another mass shooting surfaces in the news, this time a lunatic who killed at least two physicians, reported by MSN. A man didn’t like the outcome of his surgery, so he killed the surgeon. Why not? That’s the American way, to settle our differences like men, meaning one man with a gun, and several others, women and children included, without them? Though it may seem unfair to way life against life, it’s worth remembering that physicians train for years and years to become healers (I’m married to one, in full disclosure.) I may vomit, not just because gastroparesis plagues me. As I’ve written elsewhere, when I was in the second grade, my friend and classmate Jay Wilson and her older brother Kevin were murdered by their deranged mother, ostensibly revenge on their father for divorcing her. After coercing them to write their own suicide notes, she killed them, then herself with a pistol she obtained at a local pawn shop, placing her wedding ring in hock. It was devastating, and I remember our teacher Mrs. Proffer weeping hard. That was 1988, one of many thousands of murders by gun that have gripped a population already clutched hard with fear.
My mother’s parents owned at least one gun, a small pistol my great-grandmother left to her younger daughter, my grandmother. It was unregistered, and happened to be a very painful artifact in my family’s troubled history; I’ll not delve into the details, but suffice it to say the gun never did a bit of good, and plenty of evil. My father’s parents owned several guns, my grandfather becoming something of a collector. They were farmers in a time and place in which one could plausibly argue that guns would keep one’s family safe from wild animals and maybe the occasional violent trespasser. I would guess my grandfather really believed that Clinton, Obama, and pretty much any other democrat intended to take his entire way of life from him, not just his guns. So he card-carry-supported the NRA, and he boasted an autographed tin-painting of Charlton Heston. I never discussed gun violence with him, so I don’t know what he would’ve said about the shootings we see one after the other. But this was a man who would open his wallet to strangers if they had a disabled child among them; I can’t believe he’d place unrestricted access to guns above the safety of school children.
I wish I had a more satisfactory answer as to why evangelicals love guns. It ultimately has to come back to something one might love in a world where nefarious forces covet that thing one loves. Thus, the one doing the loving becomes important, a victim by definition. Just like Christ and the disciples and the Prophets and the Hebrews, the persecuted, tortured, sought by satan and his myriad groundtroops. Truly, this was what I heard growing up. If someone wants what you have, doesn’t that make you important? If satan wants to steal something, that means that something is what God wants me to have, right? I think it’s psychology, and my guess is that the science of public relations has helped political leadership figure out, at least since the late 1970s, how to stir my old crowd. Stuart Stevens’ It Was All A Lie, remains a pretty damned good expose on that part.
I’ll repeat here an argument I’ve made before about “constitutionality:” like the Bible, bumper-stickers, and flags, the U.S. Constitution often becomes the means to affirm oneself in whatever way one deems good. Chomsky often referred to the belief, at least in the 1990s, that universal healthcare guarantees were in the framer’s intent, for it was more or less self-evident. Of course, it wasn’t, but a majority of Americans, by a particular poll, believed it. The point is simple, almost a perverse divine command theory: it makes me feel good, so it is good. All of us are subject to this, whether we like it or not. It doesn’t mean we can’t strive for something approaching objectivity, but even that pursuit usually happens because it feels good to pursue it. It helps explain the social media-fueled dystopia in which Sandy Hook moms receive death threats for purportedly fabricating the very existence of their slain children, to say nothing of the shooting itself. Alex Jones would be proud, if he managed to peek out of the rubber room that is his head. Returning to the argument, even if we discard the meeting minutes of the Constitutional Convention, and we discard Scalia’s judicial activism in reinterpreting the Second Amendment to cover individual ownership instead of “regulated militias” per the amendment’s wording, and we discard centuries of careful regulation around weapons, the point screaming for attention here is that an “arm” in 1787 was NOTHING ANYWHERE APPROACHING even the smallest pistol of today. A musket of yore couldn’t be fired more than once a minute, even if the gunman were at the top of his game. The range was poor, and misfires were common. They were dangerous, but a wacko with a .22 pistol can do way more damage than one with the older counterparts. The fact is, today’s guns are NOT “arms” referenced by the aging document. It’s equivocation, but I never hear it said anywhere within the debate. A gun is not a gun, by any other name. Why can’t I own a bazooka and conceal it while I roam the countryside? The Constitution PROMISES me such a right, for it’s just as much a “gun” as is a musket, right? It’s bullshit. Since the blood of thousands of victims doesn’t mean anything to those who deify the Second Amendment, maybe the Commandments’ stringent warning about idolatry might. It makes me sick. Hearing Ted Cruz blather on about the slippery slope of “they’ll start with guns, then take everything else,” he need not worry, unless the government outlaws being ugly with a pound of creepy. Would these politicians care more if they lost their children to a deranged gunman?
My best friend’s father was a policeman when we were growing up. Robin recently reminded me that one year during field day, his on-duty dad appeared in his uniform to watch us play. Kids asked Robin why his dad didn’t have his gun with him, and it was a fair question, considering almost all the boys and some of the girls were accustomed to toy guns and violent movies; Robin couldn’t recall what he told them, but he did remember what his dad said when he asked him later: a paraphrase would be that guns and schools have no place together. He was a policeman and a Reagan Republican, and the unfettered access to firearms for all was just bananas to him.
The truth is that I don’t remember being around too many gun-lovers when I was a kid; some family in my own generation loved guns in secret, so it wasn’t a topic discussed. When I was a child, we traveled in circles of people with too little money to own such an extravagant toy with so little utility. In fact, I’ve never experienced a single moment in my life in which I was or felt safer with a gun nearby. It made no difference to my drunken father that my grandmother had a gun; he broke into the house and roughed up my mother all the same. My grandmother would’ve argued that letting insane people have guns was insane. She kept her mother’s gun more out of sentimentality, before it was stolen from her. I can only say now that the gun-obsessed in my family either enjoy using them on animals or live in a perpetual terror that they’ll have to have them. Both fall under delusion. And I don’t think millions of school children dying would change their minds.
Atheism and Prayer in Schools
I remember very starkly the disappearance of Madalyn Murray O’Hair back in 1995. I had just started the tenth grade, and though I didn’t take history that year (it conflicted with precalculus and trigonometry), my stepfather and mother talked about it quite a bit, hot on the heels of the terrorist attack in Oklahoma City. I now consider the irony that we didn’t call McVeigh a terrorist; rather, he was a criminal. Terrorists were brown, whites could only be terrorists. I digress. In any case, O’Hair was an atheist who had sued on behalf of her young son to stay mandatory Bible readings in public schools, in Murray v. Curlett. The Supreme Court later ruled in 1963 that such readings are unconstitutional. It struck me as a kid a little funny that we heard about this woman at church with ominous prognostications of assured demonic victory, yet we always prayed at school assemblies, even at my high school graduation in 1998. I didn’t pay much attention to our sports events, but I’m sure they prayed there. We had a few Jehovah’s witnesses, and since they were barred from saying the pledge of allegiance, no one forced them to do it. It remains a comedy to me that banshee wails and tooth gnashes followed O’Hair’s SCOTUS suit, yet nobody showed up to tell my principals and teachers not to lead the student body in prayer. It’s true, they broke the law, but no one cared. The First Baptist Church’s youth minister made a habit of roaming the high school campus, aiming to support the students from his congregation. I don’t recall anyone complaining, yet I could imagine some parents would’ve found this distressing. My niece’s high school graduation in 2017 was held in a gigantic Baptist Church, and prayers ran aplenty. No one cared.
Atheists were frightening to me when I was a child. Think Rosemary’s Baby: one might believe the devil had connived them into believing we were a grand accident, but often we assumed atheism to be a veil for satanism. These zombified agents aimed to rob us of our faith; they were as alien as anything out of the Invasion of the Body Snatchers. We learned that before the rapture and tribulation, (eschatological events by which the faithful rise to heaven), we would face either branding with the mark of the beast or beheading. That is, we forfeit our eternal soul or suffer a grisly execution. Mind you, church leaders told us children that this was inescapable. Theories ran amok with respect to the mark’s nature; some said it was a tattoo, others claimed it was a microchip embedded in one’s flesh, capable of killing us remotely. Others still insisted that the VISA credit card was the mark itself, VI being Roman numerals for six, S for six in the Greek alphabet, and A six in the Babylonian counterpart. You read that right: owning a VISA card meant the devil-controlled government could spy on you through the hologram in the corner of the card. Nothing so well depicted this ingrained fear than the play Heaven’s Gate & Hell’s Flames, a dramatization of the eternal divide, separated into several vignettes about death. Some went to hell, others to heaven. Those attaining salvation received horned fanfare, white light, and a stern but loving Jesus Christ. Those falling among the goats were treated to disco strobe lights and a sneering, reptilian Satan, heavy metal roaring as his minions carried the hapless unsaved screaming. It was terrifying, all the more so because we believed it was real. The final vignette featured a mother and her young daughter dying together in a car accident; the girl tried to persuade her mother to accept Jesus before it was forever too late, but she remained unconvinced. Satan tore them apart, Jesus shielding the saved child while her mother fell to the minions. Christ cried with the daughter, and the show ended. Of course, we were asked, as was the course every Sunday, to rededicate our lives to this Savior. I never felt as though I was saved and asked every time it was offered. To me, atheists were terrifying, for in my small brain, I thought that they surely could see the truth for themselves, that hell was real, and Satan wanted their souls. It was insane. But I’m reminded once more that when one believes others covet what is his, it brings an empowerment, a quickening.
Environmentalism
When I was in elementary school during the 1980s, I don’t remember ever being told that global warming was a hoax. In the fifth grade, the final chapter of our science textbook covered pollution, acid rain, and the cultural imperative my generation was to inherit with respect to Mother Earth. My teacher proudly described the chapter as a rite of passage for we fifth graders, soon to embark on the long journey that is middle school. Even then, we discussed the ozone layer, depleting with the outgassing of chloroflouracarbons, on routine. No one disputed that this was happening, nor do I remember NASA being accused of manipulating us to justify promotion of ungodly science. Then again, it wouldn’t take long for the fossil fuel lobby to mobilize evangelicals, but their public relations campaigns hadn’t hit paydirt yet, despite Exxon already distancing itself from its own research. The reapportionment of propaganda in the late 1970s took time to spread, but by the time I was in college, more and more folks in the Bible belt were drawing from the brain mushing drivel Rush Limbaugh broadcast. So it wouldn’t be so surprising to learn that a computer science teacher I had in junior college said that he hated environmentalists because they “didn’t want anyone else to be able to work.” He also decried women as “illogical,” all from a high-level reading of I Love Lucy. Even Christians dislike pollution and big pollutors, but the public relations firms have had decades to police thought among evangelicals, and more than ever does it show. For my own tribe, opponents to environmentalism without education quote generously from critical analyses funded by fossil fuel giants, decrying the topic as too ‘politicized’ to deserve serious consideration; but they do jump at voter fraud shadows, a perfect reversal of screaming at gnats while gulping camels hump over hoof. Those with more education or worldly experience brook their heads, self-describing as “not reactionary.” Discounting the overwhelming scientific consensus is, by definition, reactionary. But channeling Inhofe, God won’t allow us to destroy ourselves, right? Actually, the evangelicals don’t agree: we should hasten the end times so that the wicked can perish in eternal hell, and the wrongs are righted. This was what I heard–the sooner we can reach the apocalypse, the better. But certainly, they think the Bible is the authority, so we heard almost nothing about church history. The role the Vatican played in Hitler’s ascent, the promotion of and opposition to slavery, and so on.
Evangelicals who stump for Christ but live in terror aren’t that much of a contradiction. Most who endorse both do so because conspiracy theories, per Sagan in The Demon-Haunted World, appeal to people in a vacuum of scientific literacy. His interview on Charlie Rose, one of his final, is worth a listen. The terror comes with the belief that wickedness triumphs in claiming almost all people in the final war, the Gog and Magog lunacy I learned that even W. Bush believed.
Evolution and Creationism
Between Tucson and Phoenix, I’ve spied a handful of creationism billboards, all triumphantly pronouncing that we could not have evolved from an ancestor of the apes, namely because one book tells a different story, a story beginning with two humans from whom we all descend. But they ate a fruit, leading to widespread suffering and horror. Next, their creator drowned the whole of the earth when they displeased him. With the flimsiest of proof, we believed this. The Bible couldn’t be wrong, but the sum total of scientific expertise on geology, archaeology, anthropology, and genetics had to be in error. It may sound ridiculous, but we were frightened of this expertise, hearing that its plausibility was the devil’s temptation, and therefore its source, the scientists and their promoters, all derived their power from satan. I was afraid of eternal hell, and thus I could hear only the repeated mantra of a stepfather and the hilariously transparent faith leaders we sought.
The Reagan Raptor (unknown brilliant artist)
Creationism became the buzzword for the determination that a deity created us as we are now, perhaps only six thousand years ago. Carbon dating had to be wrong, and we continue to be the center of the universe, once mingling with the dinosaurs. Perhaps we tamed and rode the triceratops, one of my personal favorites of the reptiles. Darwin and his Origin of Species had to be wrong. Of course, he didn’t suggest that life arose all by itself; rather, he explained that all life evolves over time. But he was an agent of satan, perhaps more than Karl Marx. Nevermind hip joints in whales and snakes, or a whole host of other oddities one might discover when analyzing the animal kingdom. Everything now is how everything was, species by species, when god created the heavens and the earth. Teachers and professors feared promoting evolution. My high school chemistry teacher laughed that “evolution is a faith.” Believing hokey and demeaning tales somehow made more sense than paying attention to a scientific theory among the most heavily tested and invulnerable to rejection. I’d wager that the debate surrounding it dwarfs the importance of the issue itself; enemies abound who’d remove science from education if it ever says anything that we don’t want to believe. Christian conservacana remains at the heart of the difficulty: not only is it demonic to believe the theory, satan deems a victory even our attempt to understand the evidence for it. It’s insane, and it bears repeating: believing what’s wrong will land you in hell, but even considering it demonstrates a lack of faith in one’s everlasting poise. I remember my high school calculus teacher bringing a hardback copy of Carl Sagan’s Cosmos to his Sunday school class, only to find himself spurned by his fellow Christians.
Science
Science presents a challenge; throughout my time with evangelical Christians, I discovered an emergent theme when we discussed the expertise of others: if one can find someone who claims wisdom transcending that of an educated sect, then that person becomes super cool. For instance, charlatans claiming medical knowledge with no degree screams that the whole of medicine is a conspiracy theory. Better yet, that person holds the answers the educated just can’t nab, no matter how many years they devote to learning. This opens the door for chiropractors, nutritionists, and massage therapists to assert their superiority. It may seem ridiculous to depend upon quacks in the face of genuine experiential knowledge, but the impersonal, cold medical establishment would not want to forfeit their reputation and salaries, or so the bullshit goes. It comes back to the ‘distant centralized government’ ruling us rather than democratizing highly prized skills. You want to be a doctor? No problem! Write a book about how your special medical knowledge hidden from the monolithic order can cure every sort of ailment.
Unfortunately, this extends to pretty much everything else. If schools won’t teach your kids all the Alex Jones style hysterics, then defund education. I could write for days about the fear of science, but it’s pretty simple: if I feel threatened because of others’ specialized capabilities, I must pretend to know something they don’t, then point out how they’ve failed.
This brings me back to another point here, namely that of the fraudulent American libertarian. We boasted of being apolitical, or moderate, or whatever the hell it was in those days. We bragged that we opposed cold, undemocratic governments who crushed us with regulation. We were saints, capable of standing apart. But the reality is more complex: we would have no road on which to stand, no car with which to schlep ourselves, no internet to spout worthless drivel, and little medical care of any value, if it weren’t for massive state spending. This remains one of the best kept secrets in America, for not even the so-called liberal journals discuss this with regularity. We didn’t hear anything about federal investments when I was a child. Instead, faith leaders bombarded us with the white straight business owner’s travail: he pays taxes only to have them stolen for the lazy poor. Science becomes a literal smash-and-grab; grab everything of value and derive its benefit, but fight to make its application impossible for others, smashing its foundations in education and funding dispersion from the government. Perhaps the most striking counterexample would be the military.
The Military
Worship of the military and all its efforts would be a core to evangelical Christianity as I knew it. God wanted us to destroy the brown people in the middle east, and his hand guided us when we scalped the continent here of its native presence. The constant attack of the big bad guvmint extended to the coveting of our freedoms by outsiders, especially the non-Christian ones. Pouring money into a machine of global violence didn’t really strike my faith leaders as strange, despite Christ’s consistent pacifist stance. We feared dispensing with it, so instead we’ve deified it. God wanted us to have the biggest tanks, airplanes, and weapons, so that’s why we have them. We’re under constant attack from everyone everywhere all the time, to quote the recent film title. So therefore, we should attack others first. Gog, Magog, and so on. I’d go on, but so much of what one should say, one has already said.
Homosexuality
Clarence the Self-Loathing Thomas proclaimed in triumph that the SCOTUS decision legalizing gay marriage would be invalid, paving the road to “letting” states decide for themselves. Of course, he’d decide the opposite were it unrestricted gun access to everyone on every street corner in jeopardy–states can’t be trusted to apply his flavor of judicial activism. But we can utter “hypocrite” only so many times, before it leaves every hint of erudition nonsense. The evangelical Christians hate gays, and I know they do–I did, too. They’ll claim their love for the sinner, but it’s a lie. Exodus international provides a splendid example–humiliation and cruelty rather than compassion and healing. This of all the sociopathic pieces of the conservative platform leaves me the most wounded: I considered suicide when I was a teenager, because I couldn’t reconcile being gay with the world I inhabited. I was bullied endlessly in middle school and some in high school, and I’ve known of other gays from my high school years who’ve died in the twenty-four years since we graduated. I think about my archconservative family, and I can’t accept them or their viciously cruel, blind adherence to their platform.
We learned when I was a kid that gays were pedophiles, aiming to molest and convert all the rest of us. We knew of a few gays, and there was concern when we were around them. My first stepfather loved to parody “fags and niggers,” with a paltry comprehension of the genuine suffering of others. Gays were dangerous moral degenerates, to say nothing of deserving no protection. Cops beat a gay uncle of mine on more than one occasion. Kids bullied me, verbally and physically with teachers present, and it stood. I told an archconservative in my family that I’d fight for his right to marry. But it doesn’t matter. None of it. I remember an openly gay student a year or so ahead of me printing his essay on homosexuality in the computer science teacher’s room. He asked her what she thought, and she told him that she hated the sin but loved the sinner. And that god felt the same way. My brothers ridiculed gays. Then they wonder why I didn’t tell them.
The cost to trans and other vulnerable populations leaves me in tears. The last few years have been difficult, a chronic illness draining most of my wherewithal. My husband has cared for me, and I’ll be damned if someone tells me what we have is wrong. The only family members who cared for my elderly grandmother were gay. I spent time with my grandmother, caring for her rather than living independently, selfishly, and stupidly, like my heterosexual contemporaries. Now I’m tired.
Where We Go Next?
I started this post some weeks ago, deciding that the sneak peek into evangelical conservacana would be important for most outsiders understand. I’ve blogged in the past for several reasons, namely to promote and encourage methodical and well-documented analyses for technologists and other interested parties, to vent, to educate, and to leave behind a record of thought, however imperfect. Venting might be the chief category of this post, considering the personal and anecdotal nature of what I’ve written. But I didn’t start it that way. But I confess a weariness, a pain, an outrage with my own beautiful personal victory of marriage equality hanging by a thread. I started this article in the hopes of striking common ground with the people of my origin, but I don’t know whether it will be possible before the world ends. How does one reason with unreason? I don’t know that I could have learned what I’ve learned until the time was right. There must be a way forward together. But how? We inhabit worlds so divergent that we lose what little common history and culture we shared. I’m open to suggestions.
Numbers matter. I commenced this on December 7 of 2021, a day of intrigue for several reasons. As a child, I would have connected this day solely with the Japanese bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941, described by Franklin Roosevelt to be “a date which will live in infamy.” More important to me is that December 7, 1928 was the day Noam Chomsky entered this world. And today marks the twenty-fifth anniversary of the debut of Democracy Now!, an independent media organization devoted to covering the news of the world largely omitted by the mainstream press. I’ve just returned from the Farewell Nichelle Nichols convention in Los Angeles, and though I’d consider the execution by Atomic an utter logistics disaster, I nonetheless met some awesome folks, including an ethnics studies professor, Marcelo Garzo Montalvo, his partner Zoila Lara-Cea, along with others, including Anne Burton, a physician and woman of color from Michigan. Our discussions throughout the weekend enlightened me greatly, furnishing common ground between indigenousness, color, and sexual orientation, a topic to which I’ll return later.
Five years ago, I started this blog with the aim, as stated earlier, to inform and hopefully prompt my fellow technologists to recognize and apply their collective power to better the world about us. Of course, the election of Trump coinciding with my inaugural post is by no means incidental–he has proven to be the most dangerous person in world history, to say nothing of the worst of American presidents. I’m hardly a fan of any of them, but his was an order of more terrible than all those preceding him.
But as I reflect on the past five years, I’m persuaded of the soundness of Stuart Stevens’ central argument: Trump was an aberration only in the brazenness of the cruelty, racism, and classism. One can trace the roots, at least in the modern GOP, to Barry Goldwater’s bid for the White House in 1964. Rather a shock to party insiders, Goldwater opposed the Civil Rights Act, destroying black support for Republican politicians. Almost sixty years later, the Republicans maintain a narrow minority hold on the state sector, trumpeting exclusivism and hysteria with no articulated platform. Feral labels the party well.
Joe Biden managed to win the White House a year ago, claiming a few states typically thought to go to Republicans. It was a favorable achievement, and Biden chose to advance a saner climate policy than I ever expected. And yet the fifty republican senators represent 143 million people, while the fifty democratic counterparts represent 185 million, according to a piece in the Guardian released last March. That is, the republican half of the senate play surrogate for 44% of the population, while the other 56% contend with the democratic half. Pew Researchnumbers suggest that 44% of the population lean republican, while 49% lean democratic. Yet Mitch McConnell retains immense power, along with the skewed U.S. Supreme Court. I mentioned statistics on the past decades, namely forty years of presidential elections. In particular, Republicans assumed the White House in six out of the past ten quadrennial extravaganzas, though two of those elections lost them the popular vote, and the 2004 election remains rather suspicious, considering the brazen and vicious disenfranchisement of minority voting blocs in Ohio and other battleground states, a phenomenon documented exhaustively by investigative journalist Greg Palast. Palast doggedly researched racial disenfranchisement long before mainstream media decided to take interest in 2016 and 2020. I remember reading about the dilapidated polling equipment, last minute adjustments, early closures, and unreasonable wait times in poorer, generally more democratic districts. No major outlet, at least that I could find at the time, reported on this. Instead, they posed the heady question, “should Al Gore resign?” This was despite the fact that the Florida split of votes saw neither candidate with a statistically significant head. Yes, numbers matter. As a thought experiment, imagine that one hundred people participate in an election, and for greater simplicity, let us assume only two possible choices. Suppose one candidate receives 52 votes, the other 48. First, let’s consider the hypothesis that neither candidate enjoys a lead over the other among those who voted. Through the science that is statistics, we can show that the difference between votes tallied could be two or more some 68% of the time, meaning the votes leave us without a clear winner.
To complicate matters further, let’s say that eight percent of votes count the wrong direction one way, whereas only two percent count the other (the true differences are much more striking, but this example would demonstrate the quagmire nonetheless.) So the process is this–votes are tallied, then something random happens, shifting two percent one way and five the other. So in the expectation, if neither truly holds an advantage among voters, this random process, at expectation, leaves us with 56 to 44, even under the uniform hypothesis that each candidate should receive fifty percent of the votes. So it seems very clear that 52-to-48 tells us nothing about the true outcome.
This is, in fact, precisely how the system works. We know from decades of polling that people prefer, in general, progressive policy. We know that the Democratic party represents a broader coalition of voters than does the party of the space cadets. Even those from within the Republican party confess the narrowing of the tent. So numbers matter. Maybe not to everyone, but if we start from the axiom that democracy best functions among all forms of government, we cannot deem our biennial pantomimes to be true elections.
Matters are worse, to quote the pop culture bastion of wisdom, Yoda. The release of Facebook internal reports and memoranda by whistleblower Frances Haugen, reported by the New York Times, paints a frightening picture of the new national norm, something to which I can attest anecdotally from a recent visit to Texas, and to which I have long suspected. We live in a world of severely divergent narratives.
My personal experience with the narrative divergence has led to frightening discoveries. A cousin believes the world is, in fact, flat. An aunt, along with this cousin, believe that Hillary Clinton supports a child sex trafficking ring in Washington, and, newly brought to my attention, that she sacrifices and eats infants. These are not stupid people. I left my home state flabbergasted, questioning my perception of reality. I felt as though I’d never known these people. Thank goodness for the positive, spirited friends and family there.
I decided I must understand this divergence. And I think it’s pretty obvious, especially now that I’ve tested this metaphor on a few people, to applause. Consider we are living in the 1980s, and for most of us in America, we draw our news from papers, journals, periodicals, and, of course, television. Now, imagine that in 1984, a race of aliens descended, and through a series of machinations, purchased all media sources. And thenceforth, they would take the New York Times, for instance, and create two separate versions each day of the paper’s run. Half of subscribers would see one version, half would see the others. Now, the rub is that neither of two subscribers know that they’re receiving different versions. They only know that over time, people begin disagreeing on more and more commonsense and intuitive thinking. For one, it could be that Reagan was fitted with hearing aids, the other with glasses, but no mention of the other in either. These changes grow, and finally, after just a few years, people are prepared to kill one another under a delusion of understanding the world.
This is precisely where we are now. Only we replace the aliens’ collective mischief with the cancerous greed of multinationals, flush with cash while avoiding regulations. Facebook, now calling itself Meta to confuse its critics, places dwell time of its users ahead of the truth. So, if you click on links suggesting Hillary hankers for the blood of the aborted fetuses, the algorithms will feed you more and more slight variations on the topics of interest to you. This is true of all search algorithms running behind ads on the major search engines and social media. It takes little commonsense to understand this, but we now confront willful ignorance, flaunting of the elite media’s failure to deliver messages of real value to people. CNN may not fabricate as much as Fox, but it certainly neglected its duties leading into 2016.
The fearful among us find new terrors, the angry find more provocation, the hopeful more despair. The recent release Matrix Resurrections couldn’t have put it better: the Analyst, a character representing control, cheers weaponizing feelings in maintaining his ideal order over human beings. The same takes place within big technology, whether we in the sector want to believe it or not. Lana Wachowski and David Mitchell remain true to form, highlighting our frailties with blinding clarity and clever storytelling. My favorite movie remains Cloud Atlas, despite competition from Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Alien, Interstellar, The Shawshank Redemption, and Twelve Angry Men.
The new political spectrum, satirized recently by Robert Reich, raises a notion of “immodest moderation”, or appropriation of the unassuming label “moderate” to justify extreme positions. But Reich misses one of the more unpleasant realizations one can draw from the whole affair: “moderateness” has become the cult of the self. One of my acquaintances swears that Biden raped his daughter, that climate change is too politicized to lead to any reasonable conclusions, and that voter fraud is rampant. No evidence exists for these claims, but so long as one feels moderate, he need not question his perspective. After all, it means all things wise, and all things mad. It is the ultimate expression in our political economy of the obstinate misanthrope. It’s become more of a thing in recent years as we’ve watched the American political spectrum distort, as though one were examining it with a carnival funhouse mirror. I’ve heard Noam and others suggest for a long time. Returning to Reich, he has studied politics for fifty years, and his positions haven’t changed much. But the spectrum has shifted tremendously, letting the conspiracists and extremists lay their paws on normalizing labels. I think this follows from a very real human need to feel normal, to feel rational, to be correct. I would be a liar if I said I didn’t often feel the same way. To me, democracy, and commonsense economical thinking should go hand-in-glove with altruism, solidarity, egalitarianism, and anarcho-syndicalism. Are my views moderate? Are they normal? Are they rational? It can be a conceit, no matter how I might disguise it. My point is that one can find no value in thinking this way. It conveys virtually no information to proclaim my own correctness. Would I trumpet my own lies and vices? I just can’t think of a non-pathological person who professes to promote fabrications. Because of this bizarre shift in political perception, it leads to moderates opposing vaccination, something one couldn’t find in the history of such paradigm-busting medical advances. Their labels are lies, though they don’t necessarily know it. In fact, the most accomplished liars among us likely don’t know they’re doing it. To me, this self-deception sprays gasoline on an all-consuming fire, separating us, dividing us into our cult of self. Perhaps it’s just a pedantic observation, but so be it. Then again, statistician Nate Silver comments on the cult of moderation: independents and moderates believe everything. They may think of themselves as free-thinking, counting themselves among the very wise. But they’ll literally believe anything. Any conspiracy theory that affirms their claims to moderateness. Why am I not surprised?
Speaking of Noam, the man at ninety-three remains perhaps the world’s most important living mind; my uncle calls him the “secular Jesus,” a very high compliment. Few who live so long remain so productive, so dedicated to the causes he’s supported for most of a century. He could simply retire; goodness knows his many allies, myself included, would never fault him for taking the break he deserves. But instead, he continues. I’m loathed to paraphrase one of the most despicable men in the world to describe one of the most hallowed, but nevertheless, Noam persists. In recent work, he observes that anti-science evangelical fascism has never been so well-organized, despite antecedents persisting throughout American history. The RAND corporation remarks that fifty trillion dollars have been “transferred” from the bottom ninety percent of the population to the top in the past forty years. Numbers matter. Pew Researchin 2020 found that one in three Americans do not believe scientists ought play a role in policymaking. The Guardian reports that one in three republicans believe violence may be necessary to save America. Social collapse is what Noam calls this. The neoliberalism has destroyed household wealth for most of the country, and thus even the slightest cataclysm leads to bankruptcy. It seems insane that during the Great Depression, a time of great suffering and deprivation for Americans, those same Americans were hopeful, chasing social democracy. Noam observes that Europe fell to fascism while America ascended to a conscientious labor class democracy, yet the opposite seems to be happening now. Distrust among Americans remains severe; almost everywhere I go, those employees willing to remain in the service industry, drawing pitiful wages, feel the weight of caustic American customer egoism: if I pay you, I may abuse you. It’s heartbreaking, despite the tremendous wealth in our nation. These people suffer. And yet simple measures, outlined in the meager Build Back Better plan Biden submitted to Congress, may never see the light of day. One hundred percent of republican senators oppose paid maternity leave, astonishing, considering the sworn adherence to family values. Blow up Planned Parenthood, but starve the mommies and babies saved for the eternal hell most evangelicals see in their future. Two democratic senators, Joe Manchin, and Kyrsten Sinema, trumpet their immodest moderation, the cult of self, honoring the lobbies flooding them with cash, oppose Biden’s ever whittled Build Back Better; they so remind me of Susan Collins’ desperately self-aggrandizing speech on why she would support confirmation of an alleged rapist to the US Supreme Court. The narcissism of the moderate’s cult of self astounds, genuinely. Millions of Americans would benefit from these social programs. But do numbers matter if no one hears about them? If we do, in fact, commit omnicide, an alien species in the future may dig through our landfills to discover how many glass bottles we wasted. Robert Reich often speaks of the cost of doing nothing, reminding the so-called fiscal conservatives (an idiot moniker, considering the giveaway grab bag of limited liability, tax sheltering, IP, and all the other flows of cash into the pockets of shareholders) cannot even discuss the cost to the world if we fail to address the catastrophic climate change occurring around us. Jesus, everywhere I’ve lived in the past eleven years, four metropolitan areas, experienced the most intense weather in recorded history, just in the years I was there. Despite the hilariously convoluted word salad of professional moron Jordan Peterson, climate change is real. Peterson may very well be the most bizarre of right wing fetishes, for he professes everything, and nothing. His attitude is essentially, “how dare you claim to be able to study microbes, because telescopes don’t work for that.” Zeugmas abound, the mother’s resentment coupled with the rustle of enemies in the bushes behind you; Nathan Robinson offers a pretty good look at the immodest moderate philosopher. Peterson finds a home in disaffected white men, offering them solace in a world that despises them. They aren’t evil, after all. In fact, they’re victims too. Everything has been taken from the straight white man, for he didn’t earn the elite advantages on purpose. Admittedly, I once felt this way, though I can thank my lucky stars that being gay forced me to think differently. That and a marvelous handful of teachers: Clyde, Candy, Pat, you know who you are. Yet my high school counselor told me that white men were having a terrible time getting into colleges, and, oddly, I believed her at the time.
Five years of blogging make me wonder whether the form reaches anyone. It’s unfair to say it is ignored, for the stats suggest something else. But early last year, I suffered with COVID cognitive fog, and I discovered one thing I could do without my once powerful memory and power to focus helping me along: fiction. I decided to write a novel. I wrote short stories as a kid, and a few stories for a creative writing course in college, but that was it. For twenty years, in fact, I’ve written only nonfiction. I thought of the best of Star Trek, a vehicle for social commentary set in a fantastic future in which humans, by and large, act upon their better angels. I decided to place my novel in said universe, sequelizing the confusing yet raw Star Trek V: The Final Frontier. What began as an idea on describing the Trump cult phenomenon in a the fictional heavenly twin golden worlds of Novis Prime and Novis Lumid became a trilogy of novels, Star Trek: The Revenant of the Soul. Of course, publishing a Star Trek novel would prove nearly impossible in a first pass, so I’ve devoted the past four months to writing another novel, one I hope to submit for publication soon; it is a book that examines the contemporary world, superimposing upon it my own conspiracy theory. Hell, it’s as plausible as anything else. The point would be that fiction may be the best means of communicating ideas. I once thought that only a well-lived life could supply the makings of a good story. Four decades and change might well be that. We’ll have to see what happens.
At the very least, I aim to cover some interesting topics this year, with interviews of my cousin Carlos Robinson, an up and coming labor leader in public education, and with my uncle Charles Slagle, the liberal evangelist, and more. The aim here is in helping sides understand one another; there isn’t going to be a shootout at the OK Corral that resolves differences between the willfully ignorant and timid optimists. Violence almost always galvanizes opposition, and our society is fraying, racing to a precipice of trinitarian maladies: nuclear destruction, civil war, and ecological collapse. All three may happen, and even one will spell doom. Five years feels like a long time. I’m hopeful that 2022 might lead to some real change.
Scire Populum et Potentiam 