Showing posts with label Democracy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Democracy. Show all posts

Sunday, July 13, 2025

July 13, 2025: A Snark, A Quote, and a Poem

 

What's In a name? Throughout history, many world leaders have had colorful and descriptive, if not always flattering, names. Among them are William the Silent, Ivar the Boneless, Vlad the Impailer, Charles the Bald, Pippen the Hunchback, Charles the Hammer, Pepin the Short, Louis the Do-Nothing, Archibald the Grim, Childeric the Idiot, Ivan the Terrible, Louis the Fair, and Louis the Fat, to name a few. Now it seems we can add a new name to the list: Donald the Demented, or if you prefer, Don the Deranged.

From Robert Graves, one of my favorite World War One Soldier-Poets, a change of pace: “There's no money in poetry. But then, there's no poetry in money, either.”

Which leads me to a poem I rediscovered, that I wrote in 2018 but only seems more relevant now.

                Mad

        I'm glad I only get mad

        At gadgets and Donald Trump:

        Machines that don't cooperate,

        A Presidential chump.

        I yell out loud at appliances

        And scream inside my head

        To mourn our country's sacrifice:

        Democracy is dead.

Monday, July 7, 2025

July 7, 2025: ABJURE!

None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.

            -----Johann Wolfgang von Geothe

To every Republican member of Congress, save 5, I say this: you have betrayed us. You have sold your freedom to the super rich who rule this country and their Great Orange Puppet. In the bargain, you sold mine as well. To anyone and everyone still thinking that Donald Trump and the plutocrats he serves care about anything but themselves, their wealth and their power over the rest of us, by the time you realize the depth of this great betrayal, it will be too late. It may already be.

To the rest of you, I wonder if you remember the words:

     “As it is apparent to all that a prince is constituted by God to be ruler of a people, to defend them from oppression and violence as the shepherd to his sheep; and whereas God did not create the people slaves to their prince...but rather the prince for the sake of the subjects (without which he could be no prince), to govern them according to equity...even at the hazard of life to defend and preserve them.

     “And when he does not behave thus, but, on the contrary, oppresses them, seeking opportunities to infringe their ancient customs and privileges, exacting from them slavish compliance, then he is no longer a prince, but a tyrant, and the subjects are to consider him in no other view.

     “And particularly when this is done deliberately, unauthorized by the states, they may not only disallow his authority, but legally proceed to the choice of another prince for their defense.”

Okay, I cheated. These words come from the Dutch Act of Abjuration that declared their independence from Spain in 1581. “Abjure” means formally renounce. The Dutch renounced the right of Phillip II to rule them. When no other prince stepped in to take his place, the Dutch became the only country in Europe to not have a king, a federation of states that remained King-less for 200 years and produced a golden age of progress and prosperity, though forged in blood.

The more familiar words, from our Declaration of Independence, are: “...when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future Security.”

The Colonists went on to create a federation of states that has remained King-less to this day. It is a constant battle to preserve and continue the progress envisioned and set in motion on July 4, 1776.

Both documents go on to list their grievances against the respective Kings Phillip II and George III. Both documents outline the pursuit of safety and happiness, which includes religious freedom. Both documents are designed to speak for all the people, even though in reality the definition of “the people” expanded only over time. The first is a precurser to the Age of Enlightenment. The second is perhaps the best expression of that Age.

It is important to remember our origins. It is important to remember the first three words of the Preamble to the Constitution: We The People. Our President has forgotten them, or at least their meaning. He openly states that he hates anyone who opposes or even disagrees with him. He does not rule for all America. He should tread lightly because there are only two outcomes for such an attitude in one in power. Either he will become a tyrant, or he will be overthrown. We have a system in place for the latter: the vote.


Friday, July 4, 2025

July 4, 2025: Happy Independence Day

 

“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on to them to do the same.”

-----Ronald Reagan


Happy Fourth of July! 249 years ago today, our founding fathers declared independence from one King and vowed never to have another. Our democracy, the Grand Experiment, has sputtered and chugged and pushed forward, ever learning, ever expanding, ever improving. I celebrate the journey. I worry that the journey may be reaching its end with a return to a time far removed from a nation built on freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and freedom from want. America is a great nation. She never achieved greatness by moving backward, or even standing still.

I offer the observation of one of our founding fathers, perhaps the most revered American of all time, and the Man Who Would Not Be King. George Washington warned us, “If freedom of speech is taken away, then dumb and silent we may be led, like sheep to the slaughter.” Our right to free speech is the cornerstone of democracy. A loyal but vocal opposition is crucial to maintaining balance and holding back extremism on either side of the aisle.

Leonardo da Vinci once said, “Nothing strengthens authority so much as silence.” Our forefathers spoke out. Loudly. Let us not forget our origins, but let us learn from them and keep moving forward. Loudly.

Monday, June 23, 2025

Democracy Is Not Dead

 

This is only the fifth blog since my return to the front, so to speak. From time to time I return to material I wrote in the past, often for myself as a way of keeping a record of events and my response to them. Reading through some older things, I found this, written after the 2020 election results came in, but before January 6.

It goes:

As we waited to see how the transition of power from Donald Trump to Joe Biden would play out, Linday Graham, that beacon of convenience, declared that Republicans had to change the rules or no Republican would ever again be elected President. The whole waiting game was a scary, scary moment. Many of us feared that the peaceful transition of power simply would not happen. It seemed that the honor system had been blown to bits. Trump seemed to be searching for ways to justify overturning the election results, or tossing them aside altogether. We speculated on all the ways that could happen and wondered if we were strong enough and clever enough to stop him. And yet. The election itself was a refreshing boost of democratic confirmation.

I wrote the following poem on November 17, 2020, two weeks after the election. It was inspired in no small part by Ingrid Jonker's brilliant poem, “The Child Is Not Dead,” and, as always, by the incredible words of Wilfred Owen, one of my soldier-poets of World War One, “All the poet can do is warn.”


Democracy is not Dead


Democracy is not dead.

She rides upon the millions

Of restless, marching feet,

Demanding to be heard,

Mis-quoting Twain, “Reports

Of my demise are just a bit

Premature—be vigilant!”


Democracy is not dead.

She shouts alongside the millions:

I have spoken, let me speak!

Her epitaph, though written,

Lies inside the editor's desk

Unpublished.

Her voice, though trembling,

Has found renewed strength but is

Caught in her hesitation,

Looking for words, needing but a few.


Democracy is not dead.

Her body shows the bruises

Of every time she stumbled

But the multitude each time

Has picked her up and set her back

Upon the terrible long path to Golgotha

While Liberty awaits her

To share her fate.


Democracy is not dead

Though there are so, so many

Who would make her so.