Again picked up the essay on political theory by Wendy Brown entitled, American Nightmare: Neoliberalism, Neoconservatism, and De-Democratization. Brown composed the essay in 2006. It is a dense read. I work to understand the collaboration, the alliance between Neoconservative minded people, who represent the family of my birth, and those Americans of a Neoliberal…
Sunday morning, a bitter cold morning with 7 degrees registering outside. I greeted another patron with “a good morning” who happened to be seated at an adjacent table. She mentioned that she was departing to walk to St Charles, which is some distance from this Starbucks here in Geneva. I was reminded that human…
How I Became a Madman (Prologue) by Kahlil Gibrand You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,—the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,—I ran maskless through…
Friday morning and I am not the only one who will not be reporting to the office. My usual Starbucks venue for coffee and writing was crowded. I left for another Starbucks, my plan B. So here I am, aware that my life is to change with retirement, the familiar routines of customer relations,…
Yesterday after hours of speechifying, the House of Representatives voted affirmative to impeach the President. There was little if any genuine discussion in the hours leading up to the vote. Nearly all of the majority Democratic members voted to impeach him. The Republican minority voted in lockstep, unanimously, — not to impeach. Impeachment is…
What to say on a bitter cold Wednesday morning? There is a bitter chill in my soul too. The House of Representatives is on the cusp of voting to impeach the President today. They will almost certainly vote. His supporters — in a blatant, undisguised advocacy of institution-destroying, society fracturing violence will defend him. …
Waiting, patient waiting to hear one’s name called. One waits until one “hears….” When one hears his/her name called by the great leader, one bows in submission, in servile obedience to whatever the great man directs one to do, to become. One feels defined, given solidity, substantive being in response to the sound of…
This morning there’s little in mind. A lingering memory from yesterday; the image of a Republican lawyer at the impeachment hearings in Washington. The man speaking to a struck-dumb, packed hearing room said the president had nothing in mind, no intention, when he had the phone conversation with the President of Ukraine, Zelinsky. The…
Yesterday was an improvisational exercise in child care. We have committed to responsibility to care for two of the grandchildren for one day of the week. This means taking them to preschool, and picking them up several hours later, having lunch with them, and then being on hand for a mid-afternoon nap. Their parents…
This post was written by a good friend. It is offered here as a succinct description of the divide that exists between Americans. The lesson that we are at taught over and over and over again (and yet we never seem to retain) is that the supporters of Donald Trump will find a way…
