While browsing through a thesaurus, I came across the word hypocrite. The first bit given as synonym was Republican politician...followed by liar, deceiver, phony.
I won’t bother with adding color to this post by giving examples of their behavior to prove my point: there are not enough hours in the day…
History is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies and misfortunes of mankind.
Supposedly, much time and space are needed to turn an oil tanker. This is extrapolated to any large organization, suggesting that change takes time.
This long-held belief has been proven wrong by the United States Government. Surprisingly quickly, a nation has pivoted and headed in the wrong direction. A once-great country is now
glorifying rightwing extremism
permitting sale of military grade weapons
striving to deny health care to citizens
colluding to destroy the environment
blatantly emplying nepotism
destroying the education system
ensuring the planet will be less livable for future generations.
And, with a self-serving egomaniac in charge, it can only get worse….
The word schadenfreude has wormed its way into the English language. For those with limited vocabulary skills and/or not having a dictionary handy, it means to take pleasure at someone’s misfortune. A related word from building-block German is schaulüstig, which means to gawk at other’s misfortune. They can be related, but not always.
Constant video coverage of the dampness in and around Houston tends to attract gawkers. For anyone hating Texas or Texans, their is the chance of enjoying a moment or three of schadenfreude.
The bible, widely misquoted and misused by evangelical preachers, says that it is more blessed to give than receive. But, for some profit-oriented preachers, that is a one-way street. They do not want to be blessed; they want cash.
So, when people are in need, a mega church in Houston closed its doors. No taking in flood victims and sharing the wealth gleaned from their gullible friends and neighbors. What do you expect? There’s no money in it for them in helping others. The bible be damned…
I mentioned the other day the comparison of rains in Texas to monsoon rains in India. The only comparison is the rain; the scale is very different. One state in India, currently being visited by the annual monsoon, has suffered 500 dead and 17 million displaced. Compare that to a handful of fatalities in Texas and a few hundred thousand displaced. Of course, America is god’s chosen nation, so any suffering is more important than that in other countries.
I feel sorry for the poor people, those that had little or nothing before the storm hit. Now, they will have even less and be faced with the daunting task of re-building lives with little or no help. Promise of help are easily broken, especially to those most in need.
Seeing video footage of the “epic, once in a lifetime” situation in parts of Texas, I am reminded of monsoon rains that flood India every year. Of course, one does not see expensive houses up to their knees in water or luxury cars lining the streets covered with water.
Many are asking why Houston and vicinity are suffering. The answer is obvious: God wants to punish Texas for their stupid politicians and treatment of women, minorities, and immigrants.
And, this situation provides a photo op for Clown-With-Funny-Hair, who will say something stupid and then do nothing, other than take credit for preparations made by previous administrations. Of course, this is what people expect of leaders, even divisive ones, perhaps left over from the days when kings supposedly led armies into battle. That ended when some disrespectful turkey with a bow and arrow mistakenly hit the head guy. Now, leaders must have thicker skins, because they are constantly attacked with words.
Anyway, it’s still raining, despite all the calls for god to bless Texas…
I like to look at a website showing the winds of the world. This surely does not appeal to many. Anyway, I have seen many hurricanes and typhoons (same thing, merely different parts of the world).
(You can rotate the earth with a cursor to show any view, get close-ups with the track pad, and learn the wind speed at any point on the globe by picking a point and clicking. Fun, huh?)
Checking out the current storm irritating many folks in Texas (and one that many hope will make the Clown-With-The-Funny-Hair look less ridiculous), I noticed something unusual. All other hurricanes/typhoons dissipate once they move onto land. Not this one. The winds are still spinning just like over open water.
Watching reports on the storm from Texas, I was amused to hear Texan politicians promising citizens federal aid. These are the same folks that voted against aid to victims of Hurricane Sandy after it wrecked havoc on the East Coast. Ignorant voters—willfully or not—will believe these jokers’ promises and believe them even more fervently when Congress does not vote for the needed support.
Charlottesville has been in the news a lot. Many towns are in the news for reasons their politicians and citizens would rather forget. People of Charlottesville might be happier if the subject could be the university’s football team. Mention of this particular town in Virginia brought up deep—mostly forgotten—memories.
I have a rather tenuous connection, if at all with the city in western Virginia. One of my earliest memories is a trip with my father to Virginia, the state of his birth. I must have been taken because I was too young to be in school. That would put my age around five. I recall visiting relatives in Norfolk and trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains. I am guessing that my father had a job interview at the university, because I do not remember details. He changed jobs about this time, but we did not move to Virginia.
My life story would be much different—unimaginable, really—if he had taken that job. I would have grown up a “southerner”, among other frightful thoughts. My thinking would have been influenced by white supremacists—even if they were not called that—because times were different. I recall things my cousin said about Blacks, which were not heard in our household, schools, or streets I roamed. Would my innate character and my parents’ liberalism have protected me from becoming an unsavory person, the kind recently seen on the streets of Charlottesville? I can't see myself as a redneck or a cracker...
Trump’s Horrific Spelling Reassures Nation That He Cannot Correctly Enter Nuclear Codes
By Andy Borowitz
WASHINGTON (The Borowitz Report)—Donald J. Trump’s demonstrable inability to spell eve the simplest words has reassured many that he lacks the aptitude to correctly enter the nuclear launch codes entrusted to the President of the United States.
While millions of Americans have lost sleep over the thought of Trump being anywhere near the nuclear codes, his failure to spell such words as “heal” and “tap” suggests that mastering a more complicated sequence of letters or numbers would be well above his grade level.
“Giving one person the power to launch the most destructive nuclear arsenal in the world has always been problematic,” Harland Dorrinson, the director of the Society for Nuclear Security, said. “In their infinite wisdom, the American people have solved that problem by electing someone whose brain would be utterly flummoxed by the task.”
While Trump has demonstrated an ability to use simple tools, such as a television remote or a fork, Dorrinson does not foresee him mastering the nuclear codes anytime soon. “This is not exactly the system of checks and balances that the Constitution intended, but we should all be grateful for it,” he said.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.