Liberty Rusting, and a New Slogan

LIBERTY RUSTING AND A NEW SLOGAN

Okay, I know what I said about changing focus. I failed. I was watching a documentary about Franklin Delano Roosevelt who, despite his human frailties, or perhaps because of them, came to understand that the role of government was not to promote the rich industrialists of America but to protect the American people from the greedy practices of those same industrialists. It reminded me of something I heard a few weeks ago, and I am paraphrasing, that Donald Trump's presidency is as consequential as FDR’s, but for the opposite reasons. Both men used the power of the executive to establish policy, but FDR did it to help the working class and to provide moral leadership, while Trump has done it to line his own pockets and dismantle as much of the past 95 years of progress on all fronts of human rights possible.

Commentators and pundits have voiced their impression that Trump wants to turn the clock back to 1950 or 1930, or perhaps 1890 at the height of the Gilded Age when robber barons made buckets of money at the expense of an unprotected workforce. I personally think he would like to push even farther back, to 1830, the era of his favorite president, Andrew Jackson. Jackson expanded cronyism with the “Spoils System,” giving jobs to personal favorites and supporters over-qualified applicants. Jackson pushed the Indian Removal Act through Congress, codifying American policy to shove all Native Americans out of the way of white Euro-American progress. Jackson owned 200 slaves.

Trump would whitewash our past, deny it existed. He does not want to learn from history, he wants to rewrite it in his own image, the same image he keeps plastering across the country. Through understanding our history, we learn from our mistakes and grow to do better. Donald Trump wants us stagnant and uneducated. An ignorant people are easier to control, to lie to, to fool, to rob. But ignorance is curable. Stupidity, which our current president exhibits in abundance, is not. This is not the America I know and love. It is not the America that says, “give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” I was only two years old when my family sailed by those words on the way to Ellis Island. It is not the America for which Martin Luther King had a dream. It is not the country FDR envisioned when he said, “In our democracy officers of the government are the servants, and never the masters of the people.” But it could be.

We must not lose heart. We must push back against the threats facing our grand experiment. We cannot be complacent. We were always sputtering and trying and slipping, but we were always moving forward. That is the country I love, and it is up to all of us to reclaim her. So I wrote a poem, just four lines. I offer it, particularly the last line, as a new slogan for the American people. And pardon the language, please!

            Liberty Rusting

    We talk and talk and don’t do shit.

    Democrats, Republicans, I’m tired of it.

    You’re off the rails, you’re off the tracks.

    I love my country! I want her back! 

Trump's Real Game With Iran

 

All apologies. I had decided to steer away from bigger issues and focus on my own, more personal stuff, like poetry and the upcoming graduation of my first grandchild from high school. I even submitted three poems to a local writer’s club and won a prize! Validation feels good.

And yet, America remains under siege, deeply divided, and over-extended, and no one with any real power seems able or willing to do anything about it. Congress is ineffectual, the Supreme Court is questionable, and POTUS is downright shameful.

Since February 28, We The People have watched virtually helplessly as the United States of Trump launched a “pre-emptive strike” against Iran, in cooperation with Israel. The one immediate and ongoing consequence was and is the crippling of one-fifth the world economy because Iran discovered it could close the Strait of Hormuz and hold all ships transiting through the Strait hostage. I labored under the false impression that Trump did not realize this would happen. I have changed my mind.

In considering military actions, we employ scenario builders. Their job is to consider outcome. They look for probable responses, including those off the battlefield. Every President who considered military action against Iran was warned that Iran could close the Strait. Trump was no different. The closure was not a surprise. I now believe it was exactly what Trump wanted.

Reverse engineering, or following the money, I think Trump fully understood that attacking Iran would close the Strait, and that closure would drive up the price of crude around the world, this means American crude would sell at the same inflated price as the rest of the world. Oil companies and investors would see massive profits, even on a short timeline. Coupled with Trump’s concerted efforts to control Venezuela oil, and his attempts to cripple green energy alternatives, it seems like the President is doubling down on a dwindling energy source for short-term gain. If so, did he collude to create this war and crisis? Is he guilty of insider trading? Has he put American soldiers in harm’s way for profit? Is he guilty of murder? Of treason?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Trump's Legacy

I am sad and oh so tired.  I am embarrassed by my government, and by the people who still blindly support Donald Trump, the budget balancing, peace loving, God fearing, family values Republicans.  I am outraged by the obvious and blunt attempt by Trump to co-opt the world oil industry.  Money is being made by a few, hand over fist.  They have the power and Trump served them, not We The People.  It all wears me out.  

Trump is holding the world hostage.  Meanwhile, U.S. oil companies get to charge the world price, inflated by the closure of Hormuz.  Follow the money.  The super rich are only getting richer, at our expense.  Worldwide, particularly among our strongest allies, Trump is seen as a greater threat to world stability than Vladimir Putin.  

Others on bigger stages say much the same thing to much larger audiences.  All of us have the general problem of speaking to the choir, though that choir does seem to be growing slowly.  It doesn't change the power structure in America, nor does it change the minds of those in power who might be able to do anything to check Donald J. Trump.  So, I have been pretty quiet of late.  In fact, my voice in my golden years might just take up a more joyous banner.  So let this be both a transition and a parting shot.

Trump’s Legacy 

Great man,

Great and terrible,

Dreaming and believing

All your dreams,

History will spit

On your grave

And your dreams

Of gold and glory

And admiration

Will rot beside you,

Bones to dust

To hated bones.

Trump Derangement Syndrome

Trump Derangement Syndrome is real.  Trump supporters would have us believe that his opponents suffer from it. But, as seems to be the case these days, Trump's side is accusing the rest of us of doing exactly what they have done themselves, or are doing, or plan to do. The Syndrome actually is the stubborn belief, despite all the evidence to the contrary,  that Donald Trump is a good man and a good leader who is not lining his own pockets at the expense of national security,  fiscal responsibility,  and human rights.

It would be deranged to suggest Trump is an agent of the Devil,  or of America's ruin, or Putin or Netanyahu or China. But if we follow the money, would it be deranged to wonder how the oil tycoons across the world think of him?

The war of choice against Iran is the latest on a long list of broken promises and assurances and outright lies. Meanwhile,  fuel prices soar, even for Americans who, according to the President, don't need anybody else's oil because we have plenty.

Using recent estimates, the US spends 40 times what Iran does on defense.  Yet we can't get the job done (whatever that is). We should have learned from Ukraine that relatively cheap armaments can take out very expensive ones. Having the most,  best weapons does not guarantee superiority. 

Trump wants to increase our defense budget by 50% to a level over 6 times larger than China and 60 times the level of our chosen enemy Iran,  at the expense of our elderly,  poor, and average tax payer. He claims it's for defense. But it's what kings do to finance their wars of choice. And if you can't see that, shame on you. 

Olympic Bold

    They are very careful and polite about it, but several USA Olympic athletes have expressed how difficult it feels right now to represent their country at the Games.  Skier Hunter Hess was the first, but others have joined him.  these fine young people are not shouting out against their country.  They are expressing concern that has become discomfort.  The most common comment has been, and I am paraphrasing. "Of course I don't like some of the things that are going on back home."

    They are getting criticized for not loving America.  I would point out that if they didn't love their country they would not bother to comment at all.  I feel it incumbent upon me to once again quote James Baldwin."I love America more than any other country in the world, and, for exactly that reason, I insist on the right to criticize her perpetually."

    And this, from Albert Einstein: "If I were to remain silent, I'd be guilty of complicity."

    I know this blog is unlikely to reach the people who need to read it, who need reminding that true patriotism is speaking truth to power.  It doesn't have to be vicious or cruel.  The response from power almost always is both.

    After President Trump called him a loser, Hess himself posted, "I love my country.  There is so much that is great about America, but there are always things that could be better.  One of the many things that makes this country so amazing is that we have the right and the freedom to point that out.  The best part of the Olympics is that it brings people together, and when so many of us are divided we need that more than ever.  I cannot wait to represent Team USA next week when I compete."

    Hunter, you're already a winner and I salute you.

You are not alone

     It's been a while.  What have I missed?

    I have been thinking about my first return blog for some time.  Each day it changes with the events of that day.  I have been feeling so much outrage that I find it hard to pick just one thing to write about, and then I start to think that there isn't much point anyway.  Others are far better versed in the subtlties of world politics than I.  I should let them speak.  And, besides, what can one person do?

    One person can feel the outrage and express it.  He or she can scream out, "ICE is a government sponsored terrorist organization!"  We can ask how a five year old, or a two year old, or an 18 month old child can be hardened criminals targeted by an armed, masked body of quasi-Gestapo goons who have no respect for either the spirit or the letter of the law and will kill fellow Americans who get in their way.  

     One person can cry out to our neighbors to the north and our allies in Europe that the bullying and posturing of our President does not reflect our true sentiments.  "He too shall pass," we can say, hoping that somehow the world after Trump will somehow right itself and broken trust can be repaired.

    One person can hope and pray that Trump does not actually find a way to halt the mid-term elections later this year in order to hold onto control of the government.  That Trump's mania about naming everything in sight after himself finds this answer: "Mr. Trump, we will gladly put your name anywhere you want it to commemorate your life after you die.  We have the plaques ready to go, Sir.  After you."

    I have spent the last few months disheartened, anxious, afraid.  I have seen the writing on the wall, not because I can see the future but because I know the past, a past Donald Trump is trying to white-wash.  Worse than anything, I have felt alone.  But I'm not.  We number in the millions, perhaps billions.  Lorna Lovegood told Harry Potter that He Who Must Not Be Named wanted Harry to feel alone because it would be easier to control him.  Right now, we are watching Trump spiral out of control.  It does not feel good, but it feels right.

    When I was 2 years old, my parents immigrated to the United States.  One of the main motivating factors was their fear that there would be another land war in Europe.  After all, The Great War devastated the continent when my parents were children.  World War Two did it again, louder and bigger, when they were trying to raise a family of their own.  When they arrived at Ellis Island in 1952, my mother took a deep breath and said, "Now we are safe."  We have lost that sense of security.  We need it back.

    

December 8, 2025: Still Here

 Hello, everyone!

It is a busy time of year, what with government shut downs and murder on the high seas, and preparing for Christmas.  I am bored with the relentless oppression of American politics, so I have enjoyed my break!  But it's been almost 2 months of silence on  my part.  I am learning a new computer (and writing this on the old one), dealing with many much more pleasant distractions than normal, working four days a week in the customarily slow season (I usually clock 2 this time of year), and watching the snow fall, melt, freeze, thaw, and turn to rain.  In other words, not much to report.  I love you all, and I hope to be more profound and punctilious in the New Year.