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Thursday, February 12, 2026

2/12/2-26

 Thursday, February 12, 2026

1935 First secret demonstration of radio signals detecting aircraft (radar)

28 January 1965 - 17 February 1966 Operation Double Eagle I, the largest operation to date,  in southern Quang Ngai province, a 2 battalion amphibious & vertical assault.  Marines claim 312 enemy KIAs & captured, with 24 Marine KIAs & 156 WIAs.

1993 Comedy film "Groundhog Day" opened across the US

2019 US national debt topped 22 trillion for the first time

2025 Tulsi Gabbard confirmed as DNI

2025  Three weeks into his presidency and after holding a telephone call with Russian president Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump announced that negotiations to end the war would start immediately

In bed at 9, up at 6:30.  21/32/21.

Morning meds at 10 a.m.  My left thumb muscle still sore and the skin is discolored from fall on 2/8.

Hard Fall SOS

Charles Clausen called emergency services from this approximate location after Apple Watch detected a hard fall. You are receiving this message because Charles has listed you as an emergency contact.

http://maps.apple.com/?Location=43.192240,-87.917770

Andy got this message from Apple on Sunday night when I fell on the driveway.  No response, which is dissappointing. 

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

2/11/2026

Wednesday, February 11, 2026

1905 Pope Pius X publishes the encyclical Vehementer nos

In bed at 9:10, up at 7.  26/14/35/25.

Morning meds  at 9 a.m.    

Wasted much of the day watching the Pam Bondi hearing in the House Judiciary Committee.

Anniversary thought.  My favorite quote from any papal encyclical is from Vehementer Nos:

It follows that the church is by essence an unequal society, that is, a society comprising two categories of persons, the pastors and the flock, those who occupy a rank in the different degrees of the hierarchy and the multitude of the faithful.  So distinct are these categories that with the pastoral body only rests the necessary right and authority for promoting the end  of the society and directing all its members toward that end; the one duty of the multitude is to allow themselves to be led, and, like a docile flock, to follow the pastors.


An American Reckoning
Ben Rhodes
Reviewed: 
McNamara at War: A New History

by Philip Taubman and William Taubman
Norton, 498 pp., $39.99

February 26, 2026 issue

Long after he served as secretary of defense, Robert McNamara carried the memory of Vietnam around like a cross, simultaneously punishing and redeeming himself through his statements on the war. Yet the limits of his reexamination help explain why America is now enduring a blend of the authoritarianism and imperialism that it once deployed abroad: McNamara—like the country he served, under Presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson—could acknowledge mistakes in Vietnam, but he never questioned the American exceptionalism that put us there in the first place. . .

What McNamara could not seem to challenge was why the United States was involved in Vietnam in the first place. What led men like him into rooms where they made decisions regarding a country they knew nothing about? How could American officials so devalue the lives of the Vietnamese relative to our own, killing more than three million Vietnamese people before our chaotic exit? What innate confidence in our own special character leads the US government to try to control a world that does not want to submit to our will and does not believe in our supremacy? . . .

There is nothing complex about the Vietnam War: it was wrong for the United States to be there in the first place. McNamara hid behind a story about complexity to avoid this full reckoning, which let his successors off the hook. By the time I saw the film, [Errol Morris' The Fog of War], the US political and national security establishment had internalized the idea that Americans were suffering from “Vietnam syndrome”—an aversion to fighting wars overseas because of the outcome in Vietnam. This was seen by elites as an irrational response to trauma: the mistakes were made in the way power was used, not in its use in the first place. 

Tuesday, February 10, 2026

2/10/2026

 Tuesday, February 10, 2026

1954 President Dwight Eisenhower warned against US intervention in Vietnam

2019 Sexual abuse investigation into US Southern Baptist churches revealed 400 church members implicated with over 700 victims

2023 A World War II-era bomb found in Great Yarmouth, England exploded in "unplanned" detonation as experts attempted to disarm it 

2025  President Donald Trump signed an executive order imposing a 25% tariff on all aluminium and steel imports.

In bed at 9, up at 5:15.  33/27/37/28.

Morning meds at 7:45 a.m   I missed all the meds yesterday, distracted by hand and back pains from the fall.


A picture is worth a thousand words, but I'll append the words from my memoir about my memories of Bishop Sheen to this excerpt from this morning's New York Times.

The Vatican will allow an American archbishop, who was one of the best-known Catholic clergy of the last century, to be beatified, ending a six-year delay and placing him one step away from sainthood.

Archbishop Sheen, once called “the greatest communicator of the 20th century” by the evangelical preacher Billy Graham, headed a radio broadcast for 20 years before hosting the television series “Life Is Worth Living” in the 1950s and a similar program in the 1960s. He won an Emmy for most outstanding personality in 1953, besting nominees including Edward R. Murrow and Lucille Ball.

Some experts credit Archbishop Sheen’s popularity with paving the way for the election of John F. Kennedy as the country’s first Catholic president in 1960. 

Beatification, a key step in the process of becoming a saint, means the church has investigated and verified a miracle connected to the person, and determined that he has either been martyred or demonstrated a “heroic” level of virtue. The next and final step is canonization, a rare honor that signifies a deceased person is worthy of veneration by the entire church. 

 Before his beatification was postponed, Pope Francis formally approved the attribution of a miracle to Archbishop Sheen, opening a path for him to gain that status. Three other American-born men have been beatified, but the timeline to canonization can vary widely, and not all who are beatified reach that height. (Canonization usually requires a second verified miracle.)

The miracle attributed to Archbishop Sheen involved a stillborn boy in the diocese of Peoria in 2010. His parents had named the boy James Fulton after the archbishop, and they began praying for the archbishop to intervene. After just over an hour of prayer and medical intervention, the boy came to life, according to an account in the Catholic publication Our Sunday Visitor.

From my memoir:

Until my exposure to Wally and Dave at the liquor store, my world was thoroughly Catholic: Catholic church, Catholic elementary school, Catholic high school, Catholic friends, Catholic (in a manner of speaking) family members.  The ‘best’ hospitals were the Catholic hospitals, like Little Company of Mary.  The ‘best’ old age homes were the Catholic old age homes, like the Little Sisters of the Poor.  The only movies we could attend were those that passed muster with the Catholic Legion of Decency, whose movie ratings were published every week in the archdiocese’s Catholic newspaper, The New World.  When television arrived on the scene, the programs, unlike post-war movies, were family-oriented and non-threatening (Kukla, Fran and Ollie, Howdie Doodie, I Remember Mama, etc.), but on Tuesday nights we all watched Bishop Fulton J. Sheen’s network program Life is Worth Living, even though it ran opposite The Milton Berle Show.  Sheen was an auxiliary bishop in the archdiocese of New York, under the powerful Cardinal Spellman.  It speaks to the size and influence of the American Church in the 1950’s that the first national televangelist was a foppish  Catholic hierarch and not a Jimmy Swaggert or Pat Robertson or even Billy Graham.

My footnote comment on Bishop Sheen:

My mother, who was a devoted fan of Bishop Sheen, would be disappointed that I call him a fop, but a fop he clearly was.  He appeared each week wearing his most dramatic episcopal finery: the basic garment a black cassock gown with red piping and red buttons, topped by a black shoulder cape with the same red piping and an underside of red, all the red matching his zucchetto or skullcap and his dazzling Superman/Batman/Captain Marvel cappa magna¸ a flowing bright red floor length cape draped across his shoulders and tied with thin red sashes about his neck, directly above what appeared to be his platinum pectoral cross secured on a long, platinum or silver or white gold chain, while his midriff was secured by a broad red cincture that perfectly matched his piping, his buttons, and his zucchetto.  He was, in a word, DAZZLING!  In the Church’s sumptuary laws, the color red was normally reserved to cardinals, bishops ‘owning’ the color purple.  Why Sheen wore red rather than purple in his television heyday is a mystery to me, but it may account, in small part, to the personal enmity between him, a mere auxiliary bishop, and his superior, the formidable Cardinal Spellman of New York.  In his later telecasts, in the early 1960s, he wore the traditional purple, actually a shade of lavender.  In the pre-Vatican II Church, in the Church before the pre-pedophilia scandal Church, these dazzling, feudal, European, ostentatious displays of capes and cassocks, satins and velvets and laces and brocades seemed to work their magic on the ever-obedient Faithful, who seemed to think it not bizarre to drop to one’s knees to kiss the ring of the episcopal dandies who ruled the Holy Mother Church.  Indeed, to kiss the bishop’s ring and to receive his blessings was considered quite a privilege.  How pathetic! 

Regarding Sheen's foppishness (and the foppishness of the Church hierarchy generally), I refer anyone who might read these words to the photo of Sheen that I posted with this entry.  All that's missing is an ecclesial Superman/Batman cape.  My favorite exemplar: Cardinal Raymond Burke, below.



The Unclenching of Fosts, Russia, North Ossetia, watched this afternoon.

 

Monday, February 9, 2026

2/9/2026

 Monday, February 9, 2026

1950  MULS alum Joseph McCarthy charged that the State Department was infested with 205 communists

1964 First appearance of the Beatles on "The Ed Sullivan Show"

1987 Former US national security adviser Robert McFarlane attempted suicide by overdosing on Valium hours before his scheduled testimony before the panel investigating the illegal arms-for-hostages "Iran-Contra" affair

2021  Second impeachment trial of President Donald Trump began

In bed at 9, up at 5:25.  23/16/33/23.

Morning meds at  a.m.

Another nasty fall.  I took the trash cart out from the garage to the curb last night around 8, and had another nasty fall on the driveway.  I had taken my iPhone with me in case of a fall, and tried to use it to call Geri to contact the North Shore Fire Department EMTs, but my Apple Watch fall detector worked.  It detected my longitudinal/latitudinal location and called NSFD, which talked to me over my watch and had EMTs on scene within minutes.  I also had a pocket flashlight with me and used it to shine on the trash cart in front of me, which caught the attention of a couple driving by in a pickup.  They stopped to help, and the man stayed with me while the woman went to notify Geri in the house.  Geri came out just as the EMTs arrived to hoist me up, walk me into the house, and 'take my vitals.'  I was on the cold ground for maybe 10 minutes, thankful that I had brought my iPhone with me, thankful that my Apple Watch fall detector worked, thankful to the EMTs and the couple that stopped to help me, and thankful for Geri for coming out to tend me.  I was also grateful that I had my winter jacket on and my wool beret because the temperature was around 20° and the ground I was lying on was no warmer.

I landed hard on my right knee, which bled a little from an abrasion and was a little painful and already very swollen by the time I got into the house.  I may have bumped my head when I hit the ground, but, if I did, it wasn't serious.  During the night and this morning, it's been my hands, and specifically my thumb joints and muscles, that were very painful, either from gripping and being gripped by the hands of the EMTs as they pulled me up from the ground, or maybe because I jammed them on the way down.

I don't think I slipped on the snow or ice on the driveway, but rather because I lost my balance when I was suddenly pulled forward by the trash cart when it came to the steeper slope in the driveway toward where it meets County Line Road.  

Sunday, February 8, 2026

2/8/2026

 Sunday, February 8, 2026

D+93

1942 Congress advised FDR that Americans of Japanese descent should be locked up en masse so they wouldn't oppose the US war effort

1983 Ariel Sharon resigned from the Israeli government after an inquiry showed he was at least indirectly responsible for the killings of hundreds of people in Lebanon in 1982

2005 Leaders of both Palestine and Israel declared a truce in what many hoped would be a "new era of peace"

In bed by 9, up at 5:20.  23/15/28/19.  An inch of fresh snow on the ground.

Morning meds at 9 a.m.   

Another morning when there seemed to be no point in getting out of bed or up from the LZB.       




Saturday, February 7, 2026

2/7/2026

 Saturday, February 7, 2026

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In be by 9:40, up at 6ish.  10/-1/20/9.

Morning meds at  a.m.  

A world turned upside down.  From this morning's Wall Street Journal:

MILAN—In a gleefully kitschy Opening Ceremony that featured ancient Romans, dancing espresso pots and a number by Mariah Carey, Italy threw open its arms to welcome the entire world to the Milan Cortina Winter Olympics.

Well, nearly the entire world.

In an unmistakable sign of Europe’s rapidly dimming view on America, the U.S. delegation entered the San Siro stadium here on Friday night to a chorus of boos and disapproving whistles from the international crowd of more than 65,000. The jeering only intensified when Vice President JD Vance appeared on the big screen during Team USA’s arrival. 

The only other team to receive similar treatment was Israel. . . 

And if anyone thought that this might be a sign of Italy’s distaste for North America at large, the locals made it clear that their beef was specifically with the U.S.

The Italians reserved some of the loudest cheers of the night for Mexico and Canada. 

 

Friday, February 6, 2026

2/6/2026

 Friday, February 6, 2026

1951 Radio commentator Paul Harvey was arrested for trying to sneak into Argonne National Laboratory, a nuclear test site located 20 miles (32 km) west of Chicago, Illinois

1956 University of Alabama suspended African-American student Autherine Lucy claiming that it could no longer provide for her safety

2018 Elon Musk's company SpaceX launched Falcon Heavy, the world's most powerful rocket

2025  President Donald Trump, signed an executive order imposing sanctions on International Criminal Court officials who assist investigations into U.S. citizens or those of its allies, namely Israel.

In bed at 10:30, up at 6:35. 31/19/35/10.

Morning meds at  a.m.     

Text exchange with CBG:

Caren Goldberg:

https://youtu.be/v_yJFbvOkXs

So nice seeing you yesterday. I really enjoyed our time together. This is my current favorite song and if you haven’t heard it, I thought you might like it too.

Charles Clausen:

Thanks, Sweetie.  Actually, I intended to text you this morning to apologize for being such a mope during our precious shared time yesterday.  As you could tell, I’m having a tough time living in my mid-80s.  I find myself living too much remembering regrets from my past life and dreads about the potential futures, pulled between a heightened appreciation of everything around me and a desire to join my Mom, Dad, my sister, and so many friends in the great beyond.  My Mom used to call that state being “Mickey the Mope” and, when I would get that way, Kitty would tell me to “SNAP OUT OF IT,” as in Cher’s great scene with Nicholas Cage in “Moonstruck.”  I’m sorry I inflicted it on you.  I thoroughly enjoyed the “Dear Time” video, and almost felt tears approaching at the lyric about “I’d trade them all for a visit with my Mom and Dad, throw the ball with my old dog.”  I’ll try to SNAP OUT OF IT.❤️


Caren: 

No apologies — I take you as you are! I do think that Dear Time is all about gratitude in the end and when I wake up during the night I try to think of all the things I’m grateful for to fall back asleep. Yesterday I was grateful for the time with you. Today I’m grateful I can go to Chai Point to celebrate the memory my mom’s friend who passed away on Sunday. And so it goes.

Charles 

You’re too kind, but thank you!♥️

Journal entry one year ago:

Anniversary thought.   Two thoughts about Paul Harvey.  First, from my memoir:

Over the next few months, the Chicago newspapers carried many stories about Hartmann and his murder of Mrs. Bush and sexual assault on my mother.  The Chicago Sun seemed to take particular delight in the story, running many, many photographs of Hartmann day after day, one with his visiting parents in the office of the warden at the Cook County Jail, one with his lawyer, another with his step-father, even one of Hartmann resting on his bed in his jail cell, with an accompanying story about his crying in his cell and being bothered that he wasn’t the focus of attention of reporters and photographers.  The text of the news stories referred to Hartmann as a “sex pervert” who confessed to “a degenerate attack” and “a fiendish attack” on my mother, but the photos all seemed calculated to generate sympathy for “pudgy” 15 year old and his family, with nary a word about the families of Gracelyn Bush and Mary Clausen.

Paul Harvey, then 29 years old, reported the crime against my mother on his radio show on WENR, with the spin “Wife of young Marine, veteran of Iwo Jima . . .” My mother’s name, address, and photograph and the nature of the crime against her were publicized to everyone in Chicago who could read a newspaper.  

Second, for a period of time, Geri worked as a personal assistant to Paul Harvey's wife, Lynne, better known to Harvey's listeners as "Angel."