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Saturday, October 17, 2026

10/17/2026

Saturday, October 17, 2026

1933 Albert Einstein arrived in the US as a refugee from Nazi Germany

1973 OPEC oil ministers used oil as an economic weapon in the Arab-Israeli War, mandating a cut in exports and recommending an embargo against unfriendly states

1979 Mother Teresa of Calcutta was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize

1979 US President Jimmy Carter signs legislation creating the Department of Education

2024 Israel claims to have killed Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar, one of the masterminds of the October 7 Hamas attack on Israel, during a battle in Rafah, Gaza

2025 Israelis fired at a vehicle carrying a displaced family in Gaza City, killing eleven Palestinians, including seven children. The IDF claims it crossed the ceasefire demarcation line.

In bed at 9, up at 5; 0530 201.8 115/75/62 96; 34/27/55/34, sunny.

Morning meds at 10 a.m.  Entresto at 5:45 a.m. and 5:45 p.m.  I've missed my evening meds each of the last two nights.😱 The alarm on my Apple Watch is not sounding.😧

Where and why I stopped reading. I only read this far in Nick Kristof's NY Times op-ed this morning:

“If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be vegetarian,” Paul McCartney has said.

Perhaps for that reason, slaughterhouses and factory farms have not only thick walls but also often barbed wire fences. Yet every now and then we catch a peek of what goes on behind those walls. One glimpse comes from video taken by an undercover investigator who worked at a chicken slaughterhouse in Dobson, N.C., from June through September.

The investigator, an employee of the nonprofit Animal Outlook, shared the video with me, and it can also be seen on the Animal Outlook website. The scenes underscore the frantic pace of the assembly line — except that in this case it’s a disassembly line, in which the birds come apart.

My takeaway from this glimpse is that the inside of even a well-run slaughterhouse is a sickening sight and that the comforting narrative of humane slaughter — as federal law terms it — bears little relation to the horror that livestock and poultry often endure in their final moments on the way to our dinner plates.

I am confident that what Kristof wrote was accurate.  He's a careful and reliable reporter, not prone to making stuff up.  He's a Big Lib, a lefty with a capacious and aching heart that he often shares with his readers.  He seeks out and reports on the great injustices and suffering in the world.  He pricks our consciences, or perhaps I should say, pierces our consciences about our indifference to all that injustice and suffering.  He reminds me of what the fairies say in Yeats' The Stolen Child:  

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

He reminds me of an Ezra Klein interview of Kathryn Schulz on May 30, 2025, in which he said:

One of my most inconvenient beliefs about the world is that we now know too much about it and that the human mind is not meant to be stretched over this much threat and danger and tragedy at all times.”

And of course I thought of Ecclesiastes, ch. 1;

16 I said to myself, “Look, I have increased in wisdom more than anyone who has ruled over Jerusalem before me; I have experienced much of wisdom and knowledge.” 17 Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom, and also of madness and folly, but I learned that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.

18 For with much wisdom comes much sorrow; the more knowledge, the more grief.

And so I stopped reading, unable to burden myself with what Kristof promised: more knowledge of  "the horror that livestock and poultry often endure in their final moments on the way to our dinner plates."  And thus I don't know what his purpose was in writing the essay.  Was it to turn us all into vegans?  Or perhaps just to urge more rigorous enforcement of regulations intended to require "humane" slaughtering practices? Or to urge the promulgation of new and more effective regulations?  Regardless of his purpose, as I read his words, I thought to myself, "No.  I can't bear any more guilt."  Not every time I have a hamburger, a chicken sandwich, or a bratwurst.  Every time I eat meat.  Or, for that matter, every time I eat an egg, I've seen reports of terrible conditions for the hens at egg factories, even for the so-called "cage-free" birds.  

We are an omnivorous species, and for most of our history we have preyed upon other animals. Some religious people justify this by citing Genesis 1:26-28: “Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth…" and, after creating us male and female (a topic for another day) "Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion…”   Most of us never think about it.  We need to eat, and we need protein.  Even Jesus ate fish, didn't he? And served it to his followers.  Can't we assume he also ate meat, prepared according to kashrut?  

Now there are about 350,000,000 people in the U.S. and more than 8,000,000,000 in the world.  In the  US, about 80% of the population lives in urban areas; in the world, about 58% lives in urban areas.  Reliance on factory farming and factory slaughterhouses has become the norm and may be a necessity for survival.  I surely believe that slaughtering farmed animals ought to be as "humane" (there's some irony in that term, isn't there?) as "practicable," and I suppose that is one of Kristof's points in his op-ed, but I recall the opening scenes of Stanley Kubrick's 2001: A Space Odyssey, in which one of the hominids realizes that a large animal bone can be used as a tool and weapon.  The sequence shows him smashing animal bones, then using the bone to kill a tapir-like animal for food. The group subsequently eats meat. Soon afterward, the same tool is turned against a rival hominid group, and one of them is beaten to death.

As a species, we have been killing each other since long before the dawn of civilization.  We possess almost absolute power over the animals we breed, confine, transport, and kill for food, and with that power comes, for at least some of us, a moral obligation to minimize their suffering. Yet our history gives no reason to be confident about how "humanely" we use power. We have inflicted extraordinary cruelty even upon one another—upon members of our own species, who can speak, protest, remember, grieve, and beg us to stop. If we so often fail the human beings over whom we acquire power, it should not surprise us that we so often fail the animals, who are even more completely at our mercy.


 The snowbirds are back!!!  So beautiful!  Back in great numbers.

Anti-Zionism: A Jewish History by Benjamin Moser.  An excerpt from  page 318 of chapter 11, "In bed wwit Apartheid: Ronnie Kasrils, South Africa," one of the most interesting chapters of the book.

Israel’s warm relations with the apartheid regime took many forms. The two countries saw themselves as part of the same struggle for civilization. “The Jordan Valley and the Zambezi Valley are alike frontiers today of the free world,” Radio South Africa declared in 1972. Sometimes, Israel’s equations would go too far even for the tastes of apartheid. In 1973, Ha’aretz, often viewed as a liberal publication, published a cartoon of African leaders as cannibals, only to find its “sheer racialism” decried and compared to “the anti-Semitic cartoons of the Nazi era.” This was an uncommon slip. Israeli leaders were usually careful to respect the appearance of anti-racist language toward a regime shunned by most of the world. But after the 1973 war, which exposed Israel’s weakness, such caution was abandoned.

Moser, Benjamin. Anti-Zionism: A Jewish History (p. 318). (Function). Kindle Edition. 
Israel’s warm relations with the apartheid regime took many forms. The two countries saw themselves as part of the same struggle for civilization. “The Jordan Valley and the Zambezi Valley are alike frontiers today of the free world,” Radio South Africa declared in 1972. Sometimes, Israel’s equations would go too far even for the tastes of apartheid. In 1973, Ha’aretz, often viewed as a liberal publication, published a cartoon of African leaders as cannibals, only to find its “sheer racialism” decried and compared to “the anti-Semitic cartoons of the Nazi era.” This was an uncommon slip. Israeli leaders were usually careful to respect the appearance of anti-racist language toward a regime shunned by most of the world. But after the 1973 war, which exposed Israel’s weakness, such caution was abandoned. In 1975, South Africa’s prime minister, John Vorster, was welcomed to Jerusalem. Vorster was considered far-right even by the standards of Afrikaner nationalism. A Nazi in all but name, he held views that were so extreme that he had been interned in South Africa as a potential saboteur during World War II, and he took a harder line with regard to racial matters than even Verwoerd had. This was the man who was welcomed to Yad Vashem, the Holocaust memorial in Jerusalem; praised by The Jerusalem Post as one who had “recharted his country’s racial and foreign policy”; lauded by Yitzhak Rabin, remembered as a liberal, for embodying “the ideals shared by Israel and South Africa: the hopes for justice and peaceful coexistence”; and embraced by Shimon Peres, later prime minister and president, for “their common hatred of injustice.”

We should remember that Israel was not alone in supporting South Africa during the 1970s and 1980s.  Except for during Jimmy Carter's one-term presidency, the US also supported apartheid South Africa, though not with military support as we do with Israel.  Both Nixon and Ford promoted continued trade, investment, and diplomatic relations rather than isolation.  Reagan adopted what his administration called “constructive engagement.” Rather than isolate South Africa economically, Washington sought to maintain diplomatic and economic ties while privately pressing the government toward reform. The administration viewed Pretoria through the Cold War lens, particularly because South Africa was fighting Soviet- and Cuban-backed forces in Angola (including Ronnie Kasels, the subject of chapter 11 of Moser's book, and opposing communist movements in the region. Hard-line anti-communists in Washington continued to favor relations with Pretoria.  By the mid-1980s, however, U.S. public and congressional opposition to apartheid had become very strong. Universities, churches, cities, pension funds, and activists pushed divestment, and Congress passed the Comprehensive Anti-Apartheid Act of 1986, imposing economic sanctions. Reagan vetoed it, arguing that punitive sanctions would hurt black South Africans and obstruct peaceful change, but Congress overrode his veto—a major rebuke to his policy.

It's true that Israeli treatment of Palestinians in the West Bank and Gaza is not the same of Africaaners' treatment of Blacks and Colored in South Africa, but differnt doesn't mean better.  If it wasn't before, since 1967, Israel has become a racist, apartheid state.  The situation has been worst under Netanyahu's current coalition government that took power at the end of 2022, but the racism, apartheid, and oppression existed long before that.  I have opined that Israel passed its 'tipping point' in 1995 when Rabin was assassinated by another Israeli, a supporter of settlements and dispossession of the Palestinians, but perhaps I should have gone back to 1967 and the decision to become an occupier of the West Bank, Gaza, East Jerusalem, and the Golan Heights.  Or perhaps before that when the country moved from government dominated by its Labor Party, to one dominated by Likud, by the likes of Menachem Begin and Ariel Sharon.  Or perhaps to 1948 and the Nakba.  Or perhaps with the 1896 publication of Theodor Herzl's Der Judenstaat,

Email to Chad M.

Hi, Chad.  I'm wondering whether you received my text message with the long entries from my journal.  I didn't get a "delivered" notification under it.  It's very long and probably too long for you to do anything with it with so many students, but I mainly wanted to let you and your students know how grateful I am for all your and their thoughtfulness and kindness.  I also wanted to mention that I was particularly touched by the letters from Colt Bergeeman, Alexander (no last name given), Katie Kanopa, and Saphora Vang.  I may not have gotten the spelling of those names right and I certainly don't want those students singled out publicly, as that might serve to diminish my appreciation for all the letters, but if it seems appropriate and you have occasion to let them know privately, I would appreciate it.  I hope I'm not becoming a nuisance.  Thanks again for all that you've done.


Friday, October 16, 2026

10/16/2026

 Friday, October 16, 2026

1946 10 Nazi leaders were hanged as war criminals after the Nuremberg war trials, including Wilhelm Keitel, Joachim von Ribbentrop, and Alfred Jodl

1962 Cuban Missile Crisis began as US President John F. Kennedy was shown photos confirming the presence of Soviet missiles in Cuba

1968  Tommie Smith  and John Carlos gave the Black Power salute on the 200m medal podium during the Mexico City Olympics to protest racism and injustice against Blacks

1973 Secretary of State Henry Kissinger and Le Duc Tho were controversially awarded the Nobel Peace Prize for negotiating a ceasefire in Vietnam that later failed

1978 Polish Cardinal Karol Wojtyla was elected Pope John Paul II

1982 Secretary of State George P. Shultz warned that the US would withdraw from the UN if they voted to exclude Israel

1984 Desmond Tutu, South African Anglican Archbishop, won the Nobel Peace Prize

2025 An 11-year-old boy is fatally shot by Israeli soldiers near Hebron

2025 The US struck another alleged drug smuggling boat, with survivors reported from the boat. 

In bed at 9, up at 3:35; 201.6 127/78/62 109; 51/41/56/40:40, wintry day, cold, more raining, wind

Morning meds at 5:45 a.m.  Entresto at 5:40 a.m. and 5:40 p.m.  Trulicity injection at 10 a.m. I missed my evening heart pill yesterday.  

A favorite photo by Aaron Johnson that I found on Facebook.  Two Milwaukee treasures, the Old Soldiers Home and Brewers Stadium.

I'm grateful for my wife.  She's been my partner for 40 years now, standing by me, having my back.  We were middle-aged when we married, taking on more challenges than we had anticipated.  Now we're that elderly couple who live in the corner house in our neighborhood.  We were both self-sufficient, able-bodied, working professionals when we met and later married; now I'm remembering all the times she has taken me to the ER at the VA Medical Center, the times she's cared for me through some protracted and painful illnesses, and the times she's helped me up when I've fallen, or summoned the EMTs to get me help.  I'm doubly conscious of all this today as she leaves for a weekend with two of her lifelong college buddies, leaving me with enough food in the refrigerator and freezer to last me for a week, all prepared by her.  She used to do the same for my twice-widowed Dad when she visited him in Florida.  She takes care of me as she used to take care of him when he lived with us in his mid-80s, and as she took care of her widowed brother when he lived up the road from us in his mid-80s.  When she leaves on one of her infrequent short trips out of town, I turn up the temperature on our thermostat and the volume on our TV.  Then I sit in my recliner and count my blessings. 

The Social Network (2010) and The Social Reckoning (2026), both by Aaron Sorkin, both about Mark Zuckerberg and Facebook.  I watched the last half hour of so Network after Geri left this morning.  I'm a bit surprised that neither Zuckerberg nor any other person portrayed in either film filed a defamation suit against the producers and director.  Zuckerberg can't have been pleased either by his portrayal by Jesse Eisenberg in Network or by Jeremy Strong in Reckoning.  It's easy to hate the guy after watching either film, double so after watching both films close to each other.   Easy too to loathe the social and work worlds he inhabited at Harvard and in Silicon Valley.  Meta did put big pressure on Sony before Reckoning was filmed and released, threatening lawsuits and demanding script access during filming, but nothing came of it.  Sony reportedly hired an outside law firm to fact-check the film because of concern about litigation from Meta. Business Insider: The movie draws heavily on Frances Haugen’s leaked internal documents and the Wall Street Journal’s “Facebook Files,” including material about algorithmic amplification of extremist content, inconsistent moderation, teen-girl body-image harms, and the dismantling of Facebook’s civic-integrity team.  In any event, the films provide some insight into the characters of the computer whizzes and VCs, or venture capitalists who have succeeded the bond traders on Wall Street as "masters of the universe," funders of Trump's ballroom and other pet projects, entitled to front row seats at his inaugurations and state dinners.    Writing of Catholic popes to an Anglican bishop in 1887, the Catholic Lord Acton famously observed that "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely,"  He further commented that “Great men are almost always bad men.”  I consider both statements to be truisms, ones we should keep in mind as more and more power is transferred from limited governments controlled by elected representatives to corporate entities run by private individuals, like Mark Zuckerberg, Elon Musk, Jeff Bezos, Sam Altman, and Dario Amodei.


Thursday, October 15, 2026

10/15/2026

Thursday, October 15, 2026

1966: The Black Panther Party was founded by Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale in Oakland, California

1991 Clarence Thomas was confirmed as a US Supreme Court Justice (52-48)

2000 Larry David's comedy show "Curb Your Enthusiasm" debuted on HBO

2025: Uruguay became the first country in Latin America to decriminalise euthanasia

In bed at 10:30. up at 7; 0720 201.4 133/84/64. 95;  56/49/61/55, cloudy, rainy most of the day.

 Morning meds at 9 a.m.  Entresto at 7:45a.m. and p.m.

Trump = Turncoat, Betrayal, Treachery.  I started the day with the NYTimes and WSJ informing me that the Ukrainian military was suddenly facing restrictions on its military-grade Starlink terminals.  Ukrainian officials were already suspecting the worst: that President Trump had ordered Elon Musk, who owns the company that operates Starlink, to throttle Ukraine’s access to the satellite systems.  The Ukrainians need Starlink to help them defend their civilian population against savage and criminal Russian attacks on purely civilian targets.  Trump is betraying them as he betrays anybody and everybody who doesn't kowtow to his wishes.  He has turned America from an ally of the Ukrainians into an ally of the Russians in its completely unjustifiable and illegal invasion.  His name should be synonymous with Shame and Dishonor, Quisling.  Consider too his weakening or destroying of NATO, and his threat of military force against NATO partner Denmark re: Greenland.   Republican campaign manager and strategist Rick Wilson wrote a book titled Everything Trump Touches Dies.  That is true of our democracy, flawed as it was, our freedoms from governmental thuggery, and our relationship with the entire rest of the world, save perhaps with Russia, North Korea, and China.

Text exchange with Karyn Roelke:

Karyn: Thank you so much for sending us your journal from your Honor Flight. I will be taking it to our board meeting tonight so everyone can appreciate it. Thank you so much!

Also I noted your mention of Chosin Marines from the Korean War. In 2017, I was standing at the Korean War Memorial on flight day with a Marine who broke down in tears. He had been at Chosin. At the time I was recording podcasts with veterans for SSHF and a few months later I talked him into sitting down with me and telling his story. I was extremely heartbreaking and intense, but we got through it together and I was so proud of him. After that, he told me that he could never talk about it again… he had gotten it out once but I needed to never ask him to tell it again. I felt terrible that I had asked him to tell me in the first place. While I think in the end he needed to get it out, I think it cost him to do so. He passed away a few years later. I have never forgotten him.

 Me: Thank you, Karyn.  I did a bit of editing on the journal entries and sent them as part of a thank-you letter I sent to the teacher of the students at Wauwatosa West High School who sent me ‘letters from home.’  He’s a veteran himself, 10 years Army Reserves, and Kuwait. It was long and I told him to do with it what he thought best with the more than 30 students, so long as they know my deep gratitude to each of them.  And, if it’s appropriate, convert my gratitude to the other board members.

RE the ‘frozen Chosin,’ the fact that most tugs at my heart from that “strategic withdrawal,” was of Marines tucking their feet under each others armpits to keep them from becoming frozen.  Those guys all served under incredibly horrible conditions and, as I said in my journal, no Marine with any knowledge of that war’s history will ever forget them.

My thanks again to you for going out of your way to help me about Moon Mullen’s gravesite, and for all your other service to so many old vets, and thanks to all the board members as well.  Semper Fi.

Email to Chad Mateske:

"Hi, Chad.  Here's the letter I wrote to your students.  I don't know if the photos will copy on this email or not.  [After pasting it, I see that the photos didn't transfer.  I will try it also as a text message.  And of course I can mail a hard copy to you, if desired.].  I also don't know whether it's way too much, TMI, which I'm prone to.  I did a copy-and-paste job from my journal, which is also available as a blog on the Blogger or Blogspot platform under the heading of Slogthrop Imponderables and Incommensurables.  I used that platform simply because it allowed me to incorporate photos and images into my journal.  In any event, you can do with it as you see fit for your students, and I won't be offended.  My main purpose and goal have been simply to let your students who wrote me those letters know how very much I appreciate their efforts on my behalf.  I say the same to you, for your efforts.  Thank you!

To: The thoughtful students at Wauwatosa West High School who wrote me

From: Charles D. Clausen, former Capt., US Marine Corps 

RE: Stars and Stripes Honor Flight, October 10, 2026

Date: October 15, 2026

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the kind and thoughtful letters that you sent to me as my “letters from home” at the end of our day on the Honor Flight to Washington, D.C., last Saturday, October 10.  They were very touching and very much appreciated.

I’m an 85-year-old former Marine officer who served in Vietnam in 1965-1966.  The following year, I was stationed outside of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, where my duties included informing loved ones whose Marines had been killed, wounded, or were missing in action in Vietnam.  That was my worst experience during that long war.

I grew up in Chicago, Illinois, and went to college at Marquette University, where I was a midshipman in the Navy ROTC.  I decided to take my commission in the Marines rather than the Navy because my father was a Marine during World War II.  He fought in a famous battle for the little island of Iwo Jima.  He returned from the war with significant PTSD.

After my 4 years of active duty in the Marines, I went to Marquette Law School where I subsequently served on the faculty for about 25 years.  When I retired, I worked as executive director of the House of Peace Community Center at 17th and Walnuts Streets in Milwaukee.  I’ve been fully retired for about 20 years.

For any who may be interested in my experiences and thoughts about the Honor Flight, I include the following notes from a personal journal (or diary) that I’ve  kept for the last 4 years or so: "

I omit from here the long edited narrative from the journal(s).

Text to Chad Mateske:

Hi, again.  The photos didn’t copy onto the email, but I thought I’d try texting.  In any case, I realize the narrative and reflections are simply too long to deal with at your end, so do with this what you think is best for your purposes.  If the photos don’t copy here and if you’re interested, you can check my blog at Slogthrop Imponderable and Incommensurables on Blogger..  Anyway, here goes. (rest omitted.

Miserable weather day today.  I drove up to the Saukville Walmart for some medical stuff this morning, intending to beat the predicted rainfall all afternoon.  No go: it rained all the way up there and continued all day.  Later I went to Sendik's to pick up some carrots and other stuff, and the rain was worse.  Tomorrow will be worse yet. GALE WARNING tomorrow.  12 to 20-foot waves on Lake Michigan, winds from the north at 25 mph, gusting to 45 mph.   I'll have to try to get to the lakefront somewhere to see it, but it might not be possible.  The worse news is that Geri will be driving from Milwaukee down to Churbana tomorrow for her weekend visit with Kate Donovan and Tuz Healy, in from Dublin, Ireland.


 








Wednesday, October 14, 2026

10/14/2026

 Wednesday, October 14, 2026

1964 Martin Luther King Jr. was announced as the winner of the Nobel Peace Prize

1986 Nobel Peace Prize was awarded to Auschwitz survivor Elie Wiesel for his efforts to ensure the Holocaust was remembered

1991 Burmese opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi won the Nobel Peace Prize

1994 Nobel Peace Prize was awarded to Yasser Arafat, Yitzhak Rabin, and Shimon Peres

2025 Donald Trump awarded himself and Benjamin Netanyahu the Nobel Peace Prize😊

2025 In response to the limited release of bodies on Monday, Israel notified the United Nations that it will not open the Rafah crossing and will only allow 300 aid trucks to enter the Gaza Strip daily, instead of the 600 agreed to in the ceasefire agreement.

2025 Israeli troops killed nine Palestinians in Gaza, saying those killed violated the IDF's withdrawal line as established by the peace agreement

In bed at 9, awake at 2:30, and up at 3; 

Morning meds at 10 a.m.  Entresto at 4:45 a.m. and 5 p.m.

What I wrote a year ago has only gotten worse.😞   

We are living in a dystopia right now.  Our children and grandchildren will live in this worsening dystopia when I am gone.  

I think back to the days when Jimmy Aquavia and I would smugly and culpably take some comfort in the fact that we are not long for this world, ignoring, temporarily at least, that our loved ones have presumably long lives ahead of them in the world we will leave them.  I think back on all the many Cassandra-like predictions I made to Kitty in our early morning conversations, ending them feebly with "I hope I'm wrong," but the evidence of where we were heading, i.e., where we are now, was too strong to be ignored or denied.  I think too of the last Republican administration that we had pre-Trump: that of George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Don Rumsfeld, and George Tenet.  It was the era of extraordinary renditions, 'black sites', 'enhanced interrogation techniques,' i.e., torture, and of Abu Ghraib. the U.S. Army prison where Iraqi prisoners were regularly subjected to sadistic, cruel, and illegal treatment by U.S. Army troops.  Donald Trump was not the first president, certainly not the first Republican president, to ignore "the rule of law."

 


 Text from PCC:

Hi Grandpa, I’m so glad you had a great time in DC, I’m thankful for choosing my dad to have this great opportunity. I wish your flight wasn’t delayed so I could have seen you at the airport but a delay was expected to be honest. Anyways, thank you for the wishes and I hope you enjoy being back in Wisconsin.

Sometimes I wonder why I spend time every day, sometimes quite a bit, making entries in this journal.  Sometimes I joke that it's to keep me out of trouble (as if!), or to keep me off the streets (as if!), or, not so facetiously, to record some memories of each day before my memory further deteriorates with age, or to provide "proof of life,"  like a secreted kidnapping victim, since I lead such an indoor, interior, sedentary, stationary life.  But this morning, while going through my bi-weekly sorting of pills and capsules for my pill boxes,  I recalled for some reason how I started the journal - as a poor substitute for my daily, early morning text message conversations with my sister.  It reminded me of Duke Ellington's great song, beautifully recorded by the Ink Spots in the 1940s, Don't Get Around Much Anymore.  The "you" in the lyrics referred to a lost sweetheart; in my case, it would refer to my lost sister.

Missed the Saturday dance

Heard they crowded the floor

Couldn't bear it without you

Don't get around much anymore

Thought I'd visit the club

Got as far as the door

They'd have asked me about you

Don't get around much anymore

Darling, I guess my mind's more at ease

But nevertheless why stir up memories?

Been invited on dates

Might have gone but what for?

Awf'lly diff'rent without you

Don't get around much anymore

I shared Phil Klay's op-ed in this morning's NYTimes, Pete Hegseth’s Bloodlust Doesn’t Hide His Military Failures, with this comment:

God bless Phil Klay, another former Marine.  We need to recognize and call out bloodlust when we see it, as we often see in our own government, the people who purport to act on our behalf and in our name.  We have seen it often from Hegseth, who gained fame largely from his vocal defense of war crimes committed by our own troops, but also in our "homeland security" forces, including ICE and Border Patrol agents, who we've seen acting like Hitler's Gestapo and Mussolini's Blackshirts.  We see it in more digestible form in our political leaders, who show indifference and defense of those who commit deadly wrongs in our name.   We see it most prominently in the blithe indifference of our Commander-in-Chief to the death, destruction, and suffering he has caused by his policies and his politicos.  I cringed on Saturday when I saw on the pediment of the entryway into the Memorial Amphitheater facing the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, the words from one of Horace's odes, "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," or "It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country."  The English poet Wilfred Owen wrote a devastating poem called Dulce et decorum in WWI, calling the words "the old Lie."

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,

Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,

Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,

And towards our distant rest began to trudge.

Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,

But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;

Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling

Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,

But someone still was yelling out and stumbling

And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—

Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,

As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams before my helpless sight,

He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we flung him in,

And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,

His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;

If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood

Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,

Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud

Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest

To children ardent for some desperate glory,

The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est

Pro patria mori. See less

I also requested Klay's collection of short stories, Redeployment, and a book of Wassily Kandinsky's paintings.

The Social Reckoning, directed by Aaron Sorkin, starring Mikey Madison as Frances Haugen,  Jeremy Allen White as Jeff Horwitz, and Jeremy Strong as Mark Zuckerberg.  I watched the 1:30 showing of this film at the Marcus North Shore Theater.  It was, not surprisingly, powerful and well executed: Sorkin's scriptwriting and directing, the cast;s acting, the whole schmear.  Jeremy Allen White is a gifted actor.  I suppose Jeremy Strong is also, but the characters he plays are so thoroughly unlikable that it's hard to warm up to him.  His Zuckerberg is particularly spooky.  The plot is simple.  Howwitz is a WSJournal investigative reporter sniffing around Facebook, Haugen is his source, a leaker of information and secret documents, and  Zuckerberg is a money and power hungry tech nerd trying to hide behind the cover of being a "free speech absolutist."  He is indifferent to the harm his service products (FB, Instagram, and WhatsApp caused, despite his company's full knowledge of that harm to children, to social unity, and to democracy.  The film suggests boldly that he is responsible for the Trump Insurrection on January 6th.  So there were no big surprises in the plot, only an engaging retelling of the story of Frances Haugen's service to humanity by breaching her non-discolosure agreement with Facebook, her employment contract, and probably some criminal law.  Terrific strory.

A letter I received from a freshman at Wauwatosa West High School.  I've sent thank you letters to those who wrote Honor Flight "letters from home" to me, but not yet to the members of the We The People Club at the hight school.  I'll try to finish the 31 letters tonight and to draft an appropriate thank-you response tonight and tomorrow.


Tuesday, October 13, 2026

10/13/2026

 Tuesday, October 13, 2026

917 70,000 people gathered to see the 'Miracle of the Sun', solar visions reportedly by the Virgin Mary in Fátima, Portugal, after prophecies by local children

1988 Shroud of Turin, revered by many Christians as Christ's burial cloth, was shown by carbon-dating tests to be a fake from the Middle Ages

2024 SpaceX completed the first recovery of a rocket as its Starship rocket booster was caught by a giant pair of mechanical arms in a test flight near Brownsville, Texas

2025 Scientists at the University of Exeter in England reported large-scale die-off of coral reefs, the first major tipping point in large changes in the climate system. 

In bed at 9:30, up at 4:12 by low glucose alarm; 0425 202.8 124/74/64; 70/65/74/61, sunny day ahead

Morning meds at a.m.  Entresto at 5 a.m. and p.m.



Text exchange with Karyn Roelke:

Hi, Karyn. First, thank you so much for the wonderful experience I had Saturday on the Stars and Stripes Honor Flight. I was quite apprehensive about taking the trip, but it was an experience I’ll never forget. I wrote up some reflections on the day in my daily journal/blog and I’d like to send a hard copy of them, if you can provide me an address to mail them to. Thank you again, for everything.  

+1 (815) ***-****:  I am so glad that you enjoyed your day! You can send to: Stars and Stripes Honor Flight, PO Box 547,Pewaukee, WI 53072

Me:  Thank you, Karyn.  I mailed the journals today with this cover letter:

Ms. Karyn Roelke, Stars and Stripes Honor Flight, P O Box 547, Pewaukee, WI 53072

Dear Karyn:

I’ve enclosed the entries to the daily journal I have kept for the last 4 years.  I wrote the first on Sunday, the day after our return from Washington, and the second on Monday.  I had hope to post something on Facebook, but the entries ended up so long, especially with the photos, that I gave up on that.  The journal appears as a blog on Blogger.com, under the heading of Slogthrop Imponderables and Incommensurables, but it has no ‘followers’, so basically I’m talking to myself when I write these thoughts.  Nonetheless, I wanted to share them with you and any of the other Stars and Stripes folks who might be interested, because I wanted to acknowledge my gratitude for all that you and they did for me and my fellow passengers on October 10th, and before.  The entries are so long that I don’t expect you to read them all, but I’ll tell you that they reflect the experiences of one 85-year-old former Marine and Vietnam veteran during that long, busy, unforgettable day, and his deep gratitude for them.  I wanted to express that gratitude to you and to Stars and Stripes in writing, so here it is.  Thank you so much.

Gratefully,  /s/ 

Letter to EHC:

Dear Lizzie,

No New Year's Day to celebrate

No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away

No first of Spring, no song to sing

In fact, here's just another ordinary day

No April rain, no flowers bloom

No wedding Saturday within the month of June

But what it is, is something true

Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say I love you

I just called to say how much I care

I just called to say I love you

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

Stevie Wonder wrote it and sang it, and it’s one of my favorite songs.  I thought of it just now as I began to write this short letter to you because it expresses so well what I think about you.  I just write to say I love you and I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

I’ve watched you grow from infancy through toddlerhood and childhood into the beautiful, responsible young woman you have become.  I’m so proud to be your Grandpa.  I’m remembering now how I felt when I saw you wearing a sweatshirt (?) with the name CLAUSEN printed on the back.  I almost cried with happiness and pride.

I’ve always been so pleased on the scattered occasions when your Dad would text me to ask if I could pick you up to go to or from school, or some other place.  I love chatting with you, and learning about your activities, and the challenges in your life.  You are growing up in a much more challenging time than the one I grew up in.  I often get near despair when I think of the challenges of our time, fearing for you and your brothers, and your Mom and Dad.  I comfort myself thinking of your strong character, your grit, which you have demonstrated so many times.

I’ll be thinking of you this weekend as you are on your retreat, as I think of you regularly.  Keep on truckin’. Sweetie.   Your old Grandpa loves you now and will love you forever.

(I wanted to handwrite this letter, but I’m still kind of worn out from my trip to Washington, D.C. with your Dad on Saturday.   I feared my script would be unreadable.)

 Text to AHC:

Hi, Sweetie.  I’m writing belatedly to thank you for the lovely letter you sent me as a ‘letter from home’ for our ‘mail call’ on the Honor Flight Saturday.  You were very kind and I very much appreciate it.  I think I am still recovering from Andy’s and my 22 hour day (without a nap!).  Your husband was a real “mensch” for me that whole day.  The Honor Flight escorts are called “Guardians” and now I understand why.  Andy took care of me all day, pushing my wheelchair most of the day, and supportively standing beside me on the few occasions when I hazarded walking.  He was really wonderful and I deeply appreciate his guardianship, just as I deeply appreciate the ‘letters from home’ that I received from you and him, and from all the children.  All of it warmed my heart and lifted my spirits more than I can say.  Thank you so much.❤️❤️❤️

Text to EHC:

Hi, Sweetie.  I’m writing to thank you for the lovely letter you had delivered to me on my Honor Flight to Washington with your Dad.  It was very gracious and I very much appreciated it.  Your Dad was my “Guardian” for the day and he surely earned that title.  We covered a lot of territory moving between monuments and memorials all over central Washington with your Dad usually pushing me in my wheelchair, sometimes over pretty rough terrain.  I couldn’t have been more capable or more caring hands.  He watched over me much as I watched over him when he was a little guy.  Now our roles are reverse.  I’ll attach a few photographs from our day together.  Thank you again for your very kind letter.❤️❤️❤️

Another Marine on the flight.  I started the day sharing my Kleenex with him.  We became pals.

 


 The only Marines on the Honor Flight

 Watashi-wah, 2nd from the left


I spent the day still recuperating from the Honor Flight and catching up on thank-you notes.