Remember Me? The Return of My Blogging Self

This site has been blogless since the so-called election on November 8, 2016. Any submission seemed redundant to the ocean of writing covering the destruction of the country’s reputation and every single government department. Then there’s the nauseating aspect of Republican complicity, coupled with their indignation toward the Mueller and SDNY investigations, particularly in contrast with the mounting criminal indictments and more sides to this conspiracy than a myriagon (that’s a polygon with 10,000 sides). So I have been paying attention. It’s all just so terribly depressing. But I feel strength and renewed hope since the Democrats took back the House January 3rd. So I’m back, that one of you who wondered.

I got my start writing in journalism so, in as much as I want to avoid writing about a facet of the Russian coup that’s been done to death, I also like to be concise. So for that one of you out there, I submit this separate and brief explanation for my absence, in keeping with my journalism roots, rather than putting this personal prologue to the first post with legitimate content. I want to avoid resembling this guy I once had in a speech class who could not deliver one speech without first explaining in excruciating detail – like he was in his shrink’s office – his thought process for choosing his topic, what inspired him, what didn’t, his breakfast, his sock choice, route to class, and always punctuating these narcissistic prologues with failed stifles to laugh at something only he found amusing. (He’s so vain, he probably thinks this description’s about him.) One of his classmates always looked like there was a thought bubble containing a groan and eye roll overhead. OK, that was me. 

A lot has happened over the past two years, for me personally and professionally and in this world. Two years ago, who would have thought the Steele dossier would be mere Cliff Notes to the depth and breadth of the Drumpf (the original German) criminal corruption? Two years ago, who would have imagined the Mueller investigation would be ongoing, growing in indictments by the week almost and, so far, reaping tens of millions of dollars from the Manafort seizures alone? Two years ago, I would have sounded like a conspiracy nut if I said then what I believed and still do, like Hillary won, Drumpf is working against the nation’s interests or that he’s a global danger, due to his malignant narcissism and growing cognitive diminishment. Had I blogged about it then, I might have seemed prescient today. But I’ve been in a constant state of shock and outrage, like many of you. So I’ll try to offer something different and some historical framing with my blogs that may entertain, provoke or terrify. Or so I hope. I might even write about other stuff. So thanks for sticking around, that one of you!


Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Not Ready to Make Nice”

Still on that “why is Trump still seated” kick. He’s profiting off his office. He’s having us pay for it. He’s colluded with Russia and worse. And he’s nuts. I will never be ready to make nice. And I will never forgive the GOP for allowing this shameful episode in our history.

The Dixie Chicks wrote this song when the Republicans attacked them for opposing George W. Bush. It’s a little soft for this current dolt but it will do.

“I made my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’
It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her
Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge”

I’ve seen enough of this guy. He is vulgar and ignorant, the kind of guy my parents would never allow near our house. I am deeply ashamed he represents our nation. I beg my US Congress to act. Time is of the essence. Our president is wholly unfit.

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “Reconsider Me”

This song may not seem like the right one for post-inauguration Friday, but there’s a personal reason this one is playing in my head.

I was on an amazing holiday with a man some years ago. Suddenly, or perhaps not so suddenly in retrospect, he became surly towards me. We were out of the country and far from home so it was a sad, helpless and isolating feeling. Warren Zevon’s “Reconsider Me” gave me comfort. I even tried finding a CD at local music stores before we left one town. He said that was “stupid.”

So it’s hard to love someone when you see a side in them that is incomprehensible to the person you thought you knew. You feel to blame and so hurt. Perhaps this is where some of you can find a similar comfort, if your candidate lost. Or you will need it if you voted for the current being and you finally see who we see. “Let’s let bygones be forgotten.”

“If it’s still the past that makes you doubt, darlin’, that was then and this is now. Reconsider me. Reconsider me” (but not “PeeOTUS” #NotMyPresident #Resist).

Your Weekly, Sunday Interlude: “I Won’t Back Down”

The nightmare of the pending administration continues. There is no other story. It wakes me from my sleep every night. And the nightmare worsens with each passing day with a man who is clearly mentally ill and profoundly lacks any intellectual curiosity.

Songs are being written about this situation. And old protest songs seem almost quaint. But Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “I Won’t Back Down” has served as some comfort to me this week. I hope it does the same for you.

I’ll stand my ground and I won’t back down. I love this country too much. #Resist