Saturday, April 29, 2017

Knowledge is Power



Image result for images of knowledge is powerDespite much evidence to the contrary, I'm still operating under the premise that much of the electorate is misinformed rather than uninformed and/or greedy. Because it is simply foolish and dangerous to get your information from just one source i have provided a list of links to some worthy sources, many of them completely non-partisan (they frequently held Obama's feet to the fire):




theintercept.com
propublica.org
theguardian.com
theatlantic.com
thenation.com
nytimes.com
salon.com
robertreich.org
publicintegrity.org
revealnews.org
aclu.org
splcenter.org
moveon.org
truthout.org
politico.com
washingtonpost.com
motherjones.com
rollingstone.com

Please share these links to help spread factual information.

#makeadifference
#resist
#grabyourwallet
#nobannowall
#wewillreplaceyou

Silence is complicity.

Friday, April 14, 2017

The World According to Trump

"The starkest difference between dictatorships and democracies is that democracies are ruled by laws, and dictatorships are ruled by dictators. 
The “rule of law,” as it’s often referred to, stands for laws that emerge from a process responsive to the majority, that are consistently applied, and are applicable to everyone regardless of their position or power.
Donald Trump doesn’t seem to understand this. Within a matter of days, Trump has bombed Syria and a group of fighters in eastern Afghanistan.
On April 12, Trump authorized the Pentagon to drop a 22,000-pound GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb (MOAB) on people described as “Islamic State forces” in eastern Afghanistan near the Pakistani border. 
It’s the first time this bomb – nicknamed the “mother of all bombs,” and the largest air-dropped munition in the U.S. military’s inventory – has ever been used in a combat.
It’s the largest explosive device America has utilized since dropping atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in World War II. (By comparison, U.S. aircraft commonly drop bombs that weigh between 250 to 2,000 pounds.)
Why, exactly? It’s not clear. And what was Trump’s authority to do this? Even less clear. 
We still don’t know exactly why Trump bombed Syria. He said it was because Syria’s president, Bashar al-Assad, used chemical weapons on innocent civilians, including children. 
But it wasn’t the first time Assad had used chemical weapons. When he did in 2013, Trump counseled against bombing Syria in response. 
And where did Trump get the authority to bomb Syria? Assad is a vicious dictator who does terrible things to his people. But U.S. law doesn’t authorize presidents to go to war against vicious dictators who do terrible things to their people.
The Constitution leaves it up to Congress, not the president, to declare war.
In 2014, President Barack Obama began hostilities against the Islamic State, arguing that Congress’s approval of George W. Bush’s wars against Afghanistan in 2001 and Iraq in 2002 provided him sufficient to authority.
Well, maybe. But there’s no way Trump can rely on Congress’s approval of these wars to bomb Syria. 
And it’s a stretch to argue that a group claiming or alleged to be connected to ISIS, but located in eastern Afghanistan far away from where ISIS is attempting to establish an Islamic State, is the same as the Islamic State. 
In a democracy, the rule of law means that we the people are supposed to be in charge, through our elected representatives in Congress.
It can be a heavy responsibility. It is especially weighty when it comes to warfare, to the destruction and annihilation of human beings. 
As Commander-in-Chief, a president is empowered to manage the military might of the nation. But he is not empowered to initiate warfare on his own. That’s our job.  
The world according to Trump is becoming increasingly dangerous, in part because we are not doing our job." * 
*This is an article by Robert Reich 


Tuesday, March 28, 2017

The Jobs Myth


Recently Donald Trump met with Robert Murray, founder and chief executive of Murray Energy, the largest privately held coalmine in the US. Murray is confident Trump will follow through with campaign plans to reinvigorate the coal industry and will start by scrapping Barack Obama’s clean power plan (CPP), Obama’s signature climate change plan. Murray also expects Trump to declassify carbon dioxide as a pollutant.

But Murray has asked Trump to tone down his rhetoric about bringing back mining jobs. “I suggested that he temper his expectations. Those are my exact words,” said Murray. “He can’t bring them back.”

This is the heart of trickle down/supply-side economics the Right has been pushing since their god of capitalism, Ronald Reagan, was king: reducing regulations and cutting corporate taxes will create more jobs. The Economics 101 reality is that unless demand increases there is no incentive to increase supply. The coal industry is a perfect example. There is no market for more coal so what is the point of hiring more people? But the industry sees a chance to be more profitable even at the expense of the environment and the health of the citizenry.

Since the Reagan years there has been no evidence that trickle down economics works for anyone other than the wealthy. Yet the working class clings to the elusive hope that their old jobs are coming back.

Greed is an ugly virtue but the deceit cruelly inflicted on the working class by the wealthy and powerful is truly degenerate.

“Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.” 
― Edward Abbey





Thursday, March 16, 2017

The Danger of Not Thinking




There was an article in Breitbart today in re Trump's budget proposals, specifically relating to the defunding of PBS. In the comments section there was this observation from Aryan Alpha Male:

"Taxpayers shouldn't pay for something they don't use, don't like, and can live without."

Using that brilliant logic, those of you without children shouldn't have to pay taxes that go to education. If you drive a car, don't pay taxes that go towards public transit. Don't like the wall? Don't pay! Can you live without a new aircraft carrier? Don't pay! See the IRS for more details.

I've been overusing this George Carlin quote lately but it is, sadly, so stunningly appropriate: “Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.”

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

The Right Thing

If You See Something, Say Something™

This is the banner on the website of the Dept. of Homeland Security. It is so appropriate now. Anger and denial are futile. Activism and resistance are the keys to change. But most importantly, if you see hate and intolerance, say something. Do it cautiously, calmly and wisely; but do it. We are all in this together.

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Bookstore People

My first bookstore job was in a Waldenbooks in Dadeland Mall, Miami, FL. In subsequent years whenever I mentioned it, book snobs would respond, often in a snooty voice, "Oh, a chain. In a mall." Although it wasn't a City Lights, Powell's or even a Waterstones, it did have two things in common with those stores: books and book people. The staff was a small, eclectic group of old and young, book lovers all. There were even a few patrons that stood out: the hippie chick from Coral Gables High perusing the Janis Joplin bios and the sublime girlfriend of a frustrated writer who sobbed in the children's section as he read his rejected manuscript that had been published under another name. The girlfriend had a very large purple birthmark, shaped like an inverted arrowhead, that started at the base of her throat and spread to her breastbone.  I hitchhiked to Ohio a few months later. 

Friday, March 3, 2017

When god spoke to me

Many believers think that their god speaks to them in a 
cryptic manner but few have had the good fortune to actually hear his voice in all its glory (more later on why it's a him). I am one of those lucky few. It was November of 1973. I was hitchhiking from Miami, FL to Columbus, Oh. My first ride was a young man who had been paid to drive a car from Miami to Cleveland, OH. I could not believe my luck. One ride all the way. But god works in mysterious ways. A few hours later the engine blew and I was abandoned in the south central part of the state. Although it was late fall, it was Florida, so the sun was bright and warm; but I was all alone on the side of the road. There was nothing to see but blue sky, grass, palmetto palms and asphalt. Suddenly I heard a deep, manly but somewhat tinny voice: "Attention hitchhiker." I searched all four horizons and then finally looked above. Nothing. It was kind of creepy. I chalked it up to a flashback and stuck out my thumb again, although there wasn't a vehicle in sight. Shortly I heard, "Attention hitchhiker. You can't stand there." Holy shit. I still couldn't see anyone. It was then I realized that god must be talking to me. It sounded like he was using a megaphone which didn't strike me as odd at the moment. I was truly stunned. My religious timeline of Catholic school, drafted altar boy, forced church attendance and faked confessions followed by a lazy agnosticism had led me to believe that god had forgotten about me. Apparently he hadn't. But why didn't he want me to stand there? Did he have a greater purpose in mind for me? Without thinking much about it, I picked up my backpack and began walking towards the sound of the heavenly, but tinny, voice. I didn't know what to expect when suddenly I heard, "It won't do you any good to come down here." That didn't sound very godlike. At least not the god they had fooled me into believing existed when I was in Catholic school (he was mean and spiteful but he did give you a fighting, albeit losing, chance). So I took my chances and forged ahead, cresting the top of a small mound, when my eyes rested on my version of the kingdom of heaven: a toll booth for the Florida Turnpike. The bored booth operator, a stickler for state laws, informed me that I was not permitted to hitchhike on or near the turnpike. He directed me towards a state highway close by. I schlepped over there in the hot sun and stuck out my thumb. After only a few minutes, a Florida State Trooper pulled up. He was even more stern than the voice from heaven; no doubt my shoulder-length hair and backpack didn't lighten his mood. He told me that I couldn't hitchhike there, that I would have to go over to the county road. I could see the road. Between me and the road were a creek and a barbed wire fence. I asked the trooper if I could look for a shallow place to cross. He said he knew the creek well and there weren't any shallow places. I said, "You don't give a guy much of a choice, do you?" He replied, " You have a choice. You can cross the creek or get in the car." It was then I realized there was no god.