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Saturday, December 13, 2025

12/13/2025

 Saturday, December 13, 2025

1545 The Council of Trent was opened by Pope Paul III

2024 The conspiracy theory that undercover FBI agents were part of the U.S. Capitol riot on Jan. 6 was determined to be unfounded according to a  report by the DOJ inspector general.

In bed at 9, up at 5:25.  3°, wind chill -12°, high 23°, low -2°

Meds, etc.  Morning meds at 8ish a.m.  

Our patio and backyard have been like this since November 29th

Winter Morning

When I can no longer say thank you
for this new day and the waking into it,
for the cold scrape of the kitchen chair
and the ticking of the space heater glowing
orange as it warms the floor near my feet,
I know it’s because I’ve been fooled again
by the selfish, unruly man who lives in me
and believes he deserves only safety
and comfort. But if I pause as I do now,
and watch the streetlights outside flashing
off one by one like old men blinking their
cloudy eyes, if I listen to my tired neighbors
slamming car doors hard against the morning
and see the steaming coffee in their mugs
kissing chapped lips as they sip and
exhale each of their worries white into
the icy air around their faces—then I can
remember this one life is a gift each of us
was handed and told to open: Untie the bow
and tear off the paper, look inside
and be grateful for whatever you find
even if it is only the scent of a tangerine
that lingers on the fingers long after
you’ve finished peeling it.

I like this poem, especially the recognition of "the selfish, unruly man who lives in me / and believes he deserves only safety / and comfort" and its thought that, for most of us at least, "life is a gift . . . be grateful for whatever you find", though I try never to forget Wiliam Blake's truth that "Some are born to sweet delight and some are born to endless night."

Those Winter Sundays

Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.

I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,

Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?

I am very fond of this poem which I first discovered in Garrison Keillor's anthology of Good Poems.  It so concretely reminds us that love is an action verb, that to love is to act lovingly, not simply to have a feeling of affection, attraction, or emotion.  It's helping the loved one move along through 'the vale of tears' that is life.  The poet was an African-American who was adopted by a stern, Baptist workingman and his wife and it's clear the home was not a cheerful place, but a place of  fears from "chronic angers."  It doesn't appear that there was a lot of verbal communication between the boy and his father either, or of real time appreciation for the father's steady, steady, seven days a week, love for the boy shown by going to work to provide a home for him, by stoking the furnace each morning during winters, and by shining his shoes for school.  No one ever thanked him for his loving acts and it was only later that the poet came to appreciate how his father loved him, silently, by keeping him warm and polishing his good shoes.  The poem reminds me of course of my childhood home and of my longsuffering father, who caused such suffering in us.  The family motto, or at least my father's, was "The less said, the better," I suppose it should remind me more of his father, my Grandpa Dewey, who sustained him and my Aunt Monica through their journeys through their 'vale of tears.'  I think of all those fraught relationships in my family during my childhood as I read the concluding couplet:  

What did I know, what did I know

of love’s austere and lonely offices?

I think too of the Salve, Regina, we all grew up with and lived with, sung like a dirge:

Hail, Holy Queen, Mother of mercy, / our life, our sweetness, and our hope.

To you do we cry, / poor banished children of Eve.

To you do we send up our sighs, /mourning and weeping / in this vale of tears.

Turn then, most gracious advocate, / your eyes of mercy toward us,

and after this our exile / show unto us the blessed fruit of your womb, Jesus.

O clement, / O loving, / O sweet Virgin Mary. 

O, those days of Irish Catholic conditioning!  We are tatooed in our cradles . . .


 Major progress in basement after one week of work.  





Phase 1 of the project was getting rid of the water on August 10.  Phase 2 was removing the wet drywall and the vinyl flooring, wet door jambs.  Phase 3 was removing the asbestos floor tiles.   All that had to be completed before Chris started replacing the drywall, chair rails and floor molding, door jambs, painting and staining them, and laying new flooring.  Big Rain -August 9, recovery to be complete on December 18.  Total loss/costs > $20,000.  Insurance coverage $10,000.


Friday, December 12, 2025

12/12/2025

 Friday, December 12, 2025

1961 Adolf Eichman was found guilty of war crimes in Israel

2000 The US Supreme Court released its 5-4 decision in Bush v. Gore

2017 Democrat Doug Jones defeated Republican Roy Moore for the Alabama Senate seat in an upset win marked by allegations of sexual misconduct against Moore

2023 U.N. General Assembly voted overwhelmingly to demand a humanitarian cease-fire in Gaza, amid reports that 18,000 Palestinians had been killed, 70% children and women, with over 80% now homeless

In bed at 9:30, up at 6:25, spent an hour or so on the LZB.  12°, wind chll 4°, high 28. SEVERE WEATHER ADVISORY- very cold wind chills expected down to -25 from midnight tonight til noon Saturday.   

Meds, etc.  Morning meds at 7:45 a.m.  Trulicity injection at 10 a.m.




Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
 He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

This may be Frost's most popular poem, and perhaps the most memorized, especially the closing stanza,   I've enjoyed reading it many times.  The images are lovely. The iambic octameter and rhyme scheme (aaba, bbcb, ccdc, dddd) carry the reader or speaker fluidly from beginning to end.  Everything about the poem is lovely, but I've never thought much about why Frost wrote it, what he had in mind.  Why did he stop on a cold, dark, snowy night ('the darkest evening of the year') to stare at trees alongside the road he was on?  His horse thought it "queer," and shouldn't we?  The horse wondered 'if there [was] some mistake', which should lead us too to wonder why Frost stopped when the time and weather should have had him and the horse hieing home to warmth and shelter.  The concluding quatrain suggest an answer, though it's buried.  Was he perhaps wishing to be relieved of the responsibilities, or even of life itself, that awaited him at home?  Do the woods "lovely, dark and deep" signify death in which he could "sleep"?  Is he weary of life, suffering weltschmerz?  Was he rueing and putting off, temporarily, his "promises to keep" and the "miles to go before I sleep"?  Or am I simply reading the poem through the prism of my own recurring weltschmerz?  Just wondering.

David Stillman Branch 11/29/1945 -  3/19/1999.  I was finally successful yesterday in learning the date of David Branch's death.  In a series of searches, ChatGPT discovered it as March 19, 1999.  I pause as I'm typing these notes and as I remember sitting in my office at the law school when I received the call from a former student of mine who was another friend of David's, telling me of his death after a long, painful struggle with untreatable amyloidosis.  He was a good friend of mine when we both worked at the law firm, both of us struggling with our tenure there.  He was miserable at the law firm, especially with two of the senior partners, and left to take a position with a much larger firm in Boston.  He and his wife Anne lived in Brookline until he died at age 53.  His children, Will and Abby, were contemporaries of our children at Shorewood High School.  He was the first of my good friends to die, followed by my beloved sister in 2022 at age 77, Tom St. John at age 78 in January, 2023, and Ed Felsenthal  at age 83 in June, 2024.  My law firm contemporaries Bill Guis died at age 74 of cancer in Medford, OR, in November , 2019. and Bill Roush died at age 59 of complications of alcoholism on July 3, 2013.  Bob Friebert died of a heart attack at age 75 on September 5, 2013.


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Rub a dub dub, some men in a tub; America and the men on the boat.  

Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub,
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker,
All put out to sea.

I've been thinking that the killing of the two men murdered on the flotsam of the boat sunk by the U.S, on September 2nd of this year will become a defining event for the America my children and grandchildren will live in after I'm gone.  America will be either a society and a culture in which what was done to those men is acceptable, tolerated, and even expected - Trump's, Hegseth's, and Admiral Bradley's world - or a society and a culture in which what was done alerted and shocked us enough to turn away from and reject the cruelty that has characterized the Trump administration from its first days.  I have no confidence that it will turn out to be the latter, but I dearly hope so.

Yesterday I started imagining writing a scenario in which one of the two men murdered, make that 11 men murdered, was Santiago, the old man in Hemingway's Old Man and the Sea, imagining that he was a coastal fisherman pressed into service on the boat by real drug traffickers, perhaps by threats or perhaps because, like Santiago in the novella, he hadn't caught a fish in 84 days.  One of the big questions in my mind is why were there 11 men on that boat, secondarily who were they, and thirdly, why was each individual on the boat?  What were the circumstances that led to their presence?   Each one was an individual human being.  Each one had a history.  Each one had some family.   Each one had life circumstances that led him to be on that boat on that day.  If they had been captured and tried as criminals (assuming they were), due process would have provided them the opportunity to explain their presence on the boat and to explain whatever mitigating circumstances might bear on their culpability and on any criminal sentence that might be imposed on them.  Due process is another term for fairness, and fairness is what they were denied when the American government summarily used high-explosive weapons to dismember and kill them.  How can we reasonably defend this?  That is the issue before the American people right now and how we respond to it will tell what the future of America will be.

I also find myself being thankful that I was not the military lawyer advising Admiral Bradley about the legalities of the 'second shot.'  I wonder what I would have advised and how my personal conscience would have impacted my advice.  I believe that conscience plays a dominating role in war crime decisions.  I don't believe that soldiers and Marines, sailors and airmen go through a legal analysis when faced with an order to commit what may be a war crime, which is usually an atrocity of some kind.  They are not lawyers or judges.  Their decisions to obey or disobey the order will not be based on thir understanding of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, but rather on how they were raised as children, how their characters were formed (or deformed.)  Oughtn't we to wonder how our Commander-in-Chief's character was formed?  and our Secretary of Defense War?

FB exchange with JJA:

Janice Jenkins Anderson

Christmas came early for one of the biggest drug suppliers convicted in the US, responsible for trafficking 400 tons of cocaine — unlike for the 89 alleged drug mules that they’ve murdered so far. We can board and seize massive oil tankers but apparently not small fishing boats. Make it make sense. It pays to be rich while Trump is in power.

May be an image of text that says 'OYN DRUG TRAFFICKER SUSPECTED DRUG TRAFFICKERS THEMALL ET KE KILL PARDON ORLANDO JUAN HERNANDEZ H66 CLAYBONZc'

Charles D. Clausen

I don't know whether to click the ❤ icon because I enjoy your writing so much, and your choice of graphics, or the 🤬 because I am so appalled by Trump's venality and hypocrisy. Will we ever know what the payoff was for the pardon? Will we ever come colose to knowing just how corrupt and criminal our own government is? I've lived through every president from FDR till now and I've never experienced anything like this. I remember the huge scandal during the Eisenhower years when his chief of staff, Sherman Adams, was fired for accepting a vicuna coat from a Boston textile manufacturer. To Trump, Adams would be an amateur, a pisher, and Eisenhower, a sucker and a loser for spending most of his life in the Army.






12/11/2025

 Thursday, December 11, 2025

1925 Pope Pius XI published the encyclical Quas Primas

1961 President John F. Kennedy provided US helicopters and crews to South Vietnam

1983 1st visit to a Lutheran church by a pope (John Paul II in Rome

In bed at 9:30, up at 5:25.  14°, wind chill +1°, high 23°.

Meds, etc.  Morning meds at  a.m.

Night Moves is a 2014 movie co-written and directed by Kelly Reichardt.  I watched it yesterday and, as I have with other Reichardt movies I've seen, I enjoyed it though I'm not sure why.  No one could ever accuse Reichardt of hurrying the pace of her movies.  They are slow, very slow.  They have little dialogue, very little.  But her films give viewers a sense of being there, being with the characters as they live each moment through the film.  In Meeks Cutoff and Wendy and Lucy, the 'action' in the film seems mostly to be Michelle Williams silently, slowly, and deliberatively walking toward her goals.  In Night Moves, we mostly study Jesse Eisenberg's face as he prepares to and then carries out a crime, and then lives with some consequences of bombing a dam on a river in Oregon, as a protest and an assault on technocracy and modern life's effects on Nature.  The story has a Crime and Punishment quality to it, a mystery about how Eisenberg will resolve the quandary he's in after the crime and the ending isn't very satisfactory, with me expecting a Raskolnikovian finish, but I enjoyed the movie anyway and want to see some more of Reichardt's work.


Further to yesterday's thoughts on our Imagined Democracy.  Why didn't I think of Ned Beatty's great speech to Howard Beale in Network?

You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won't have it!! . . .

You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immense, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, riyals, rubles, pounds, and shekels. [Today we would add euros and  crypto currency.]

You get up on your little twenty-one-inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There are only IBM, ITT, AT&T, DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today.  [His list seems kind of quaint today.  What huge entities would we add today? from Silicon Valley?  from Wall Street?  from China?]

We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime.   

The following is copied from my journal one year ago today.  The reference to my goyishe yahrzeit candle moved me to seek again the date of death of my friend David Branch, this time through ChatGPT.  Success finally: March 19, 1999, age 53.  DOB November 29, 1945, not much older than my mother when she died at age 51 

I'll light a candle for . . .  In Caitlin Flanagan's essay about Seamus Heaney, she wrote: "I’ve been a Catholic since my baptism, but the only Catholic tradition I remember my father handing down to me was lighting a candle “for the dead of the family.” Catholicism provides you with something no rational approach to the world ever will: a cosmology of intercessors and saints. It’s a religion that acknowledges, openly and from the very beginning, that faith itself is a mystery. Walking out of that graveyard left me with a bleakness, but I didn’t have time to confront it, because I was already entering the church so that I could light a candle for the dead of my family.

 During Kitty's last years, she suffered from insomnia, or perhaps I should say she experienced insomnia.  She never complained about it or let on that it bothered her even though he beloved doctor kept her from napping during the day.  She would wake up in the middle of each night and move from her bedroom to the guest bedroom and read a book or watch Rachel Maddow or another program on the TV.  Each day after I woke up, always early, I would start texting her for our daily conversation, knowing that she was already awake.  Though she never complained, I felt bad that she was up alone every night.  I sent her a red votive candle holder and a box of 12 (or perhaps 36) votive candles, the kind that we were both very familiar with because of our years as Catholics.  I asked her to keep the candle in her guest room and to light it when she was up in the middle of each night as a sign that I was with her in spirit.  Later I purchased a candle holder of my own and a supply of votive candles.  I would light a candle each morning in the predawn hours when I was awake.  I called it my "Kitty candle"  and I suppose it is indeed my way of lighting a candle for my beloved sister.  I tried to find some history on this "I'll light a candle for you (or for a deceased, or someone who is ill, whoever or whatever) tradition among Catholics, but couldn't find anything.  What I did find was lyrics sung by the Welsh soprano Natasha Marsh to the theme for Schindler's List, "I Won't Light a Candle."

Sometimes when I close my eyes, I hear you call my name
Even though I watched you go, I know I'll see you once again
The day will come when all my prayers come true
So I won't light a candle yet for you
No, I won't light a candle yet for you

In my heart, I still believe I'll kiss your face once more
Since the day you went away, I've kept your memory by my door
Knowing that you'll soon come walking through
So I won't light a candle yet for you
No, I won't light a candle yet for you

Every tear I will not cry
I would save till I need you
Every hope that will not die
Keep me strong till I see you

Yesterday I swore I saw you reaching for my hand
Then you begged me 'please, forget me'
But how could you understand
That letting go is the last thing I could do?
So I won't light a candle yet for you
No, I won't light a candle yet for you
I won't light a candle yet for you


I'm a big fan of candles of all kinds, but especially of church-y candles that remind me of my childhood and attendance at St. Leo church for masses, confessions, benedictions, 40 hours of adorations, and private prayer.  I'm not sure of how much of a believer I was in those days, but I was surely a member of the Irish Catholic tribe and, like my confreres, I was "tattooed in the cradle with the beliefs of [my] tribe."  To light one of the candles in the sturdy wrought iron candle rack, we were expected to drop a dime or more into the offering slot to cover the cost of the candle and some profit for St. Leo (or Msgr. Malloy, our pastor.)  Candles can symbolize so much. The transience of life, remembrance, celebrations, light in dark times and in dark spaces, unity and community as when crowds all 'light up' together, mental and spiritual enlightenment, and transformation as a candle's wax changes from solid to liquid to gas.  I light a votive candle nightly as my night light.  I often light another one in the early hours when I'm up and alone before daybreak, my "Kitty candle."  I have my goyishe Yahrzeit candle that I light on the anniversaries of the death of people close to me, my parents, Kitty, Tom St. John, and Ed Felsenthal.  Now I need to add Aunt Monica and cousin Christine.  If I knew my Uncle Jim's date of death, I would light the candle for him, too,  He was so good and nurturing to me when my father couldn't or wouldn't be. I would also light the yahrzeit candle for my friend David Branch, but I can't find his date of death on the internet.  It's a disappointment.  He was a good friend who died much too young, a candle in the wind.  I miss him and would like to honor him with my yahrzeit candle.  Is that silly? Ridiculous?  I don't think so.  It is those who remember who are blessed with the memories of the one in whose honor the candle is burned.  Burning the yahrzeit candle can stir up all sorts of memories and emotions - love, gratitude, loss, and regret.  Those memories and emotions are important guides to identity, character, and self-understanding.

LTMW at the tray feeder, I see three house finches, two females and one male.  Earlier, there were three mourning doves there.  A gray squirrel feeds on the ground.  I put out an abundance of sunflower and safflower seeds yesterday afternoon, knowing it was going to be bitterly cold this morning.  Recently, I've learned that the mourning doves that I have long regarded as gentle, docile creatures can be pretty nasty in asserting pride of place on the tray feeder.  Another innocence lost. 

A reminder that ALL GOVERNMENTS LIE TO THEIR PEOPLE, ours perhaps more than most.  In this morning's Wall Street Journal: Fed Chair Jerome Powell Says U.S. May Be Drastically Overstating Jobs Numbers- The country could be losing 20,000 jobs a month, Powell said, a concern that was part of the decision to cut interest rates, by Matt Grossman and Harriet Torry.  Excerpts:

Fed Chair Jerome Powell pointed on Wednesday to a job-market risk that economists have been worried about for months: Official statistics could be drastically overstating recent hiring.

Powell said that Fed staffers believe that federal data could be overestimating job creation by up to 60,000 jobs a month. Given that figures published so far show that the economy has added about 40,000 jobs a month since April, the real number could be something more like a loss of 20,000 jobs a month, Powell said.

In a regime led by a world-class liar, why should anyone believe anything said by his apparatchiks? 

Why keep a journal?  To record some thoughts worth thinking.  To record feelings worth feeling.  To record memories worth remembering.  To record thoughts unbidden and unwelcome.  To record feelings unbidden and unwanted.  To record memories unbidden and unwanted.

 


Wednesday, December 10, 2025

12/10/2025

 Wednesday, December 10, 2025

1978 Menachem Begin and Anwar Sadat accepted the Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo for negotiating peace between Egypt and Israel

1981  El Salvador army killed 900

1984 South African Archbishop Desmond Tutu was presented with his Nobel Peace Prize

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

In bed at 9, awake at 5:25, up at 6.   I lay in bed with bait bucket thoughts, among them wondering whether I will survive this winter. 30°, w/c 8°, temps falling to an overnight low of 13°.  Rain, sleet, snow.

Meds, etc.  Morning meds at 7:40 a.m.   


The disappearance of America's Imagine Democracy.  There are a lot of mysteries in my life. like those about my parents' relationship before, during, and after his conscription into the Marine Corps in 1944.  Another less significant one is how I was designated to represent my freshman class in Leo High School's annual oratory competition in 1955 or 1956.  I was chosen for this honor by my homeroom teacher, Mr. Bly.  I didn't volunteer for it and didn't want it.  I didn't compete for it, for there was no competition.  However it happened, I was picked out of a class of 30 or 40 14-year-old boys to stand on an auditorium stage before the entire student body and deliver a memorized speech.  I chose Lincoln's Gettysburg Address because it was so short, 271 words, 10 sentences in 3 paragraphs.  On the day of the competition, I stood up in front of every other student in the school and every faculty member, with my wildly palpitating heart and my mouth as dry as the Gobi Desert, and repeated the speech, all of it that is, except for the middle sentences of the speech, which I forgot.  I don't remember now how many sentences I skipped, but it was more than two, and I was duly mortified.  But this is a discursion: what I want to focus on is the concluding sentence of Lincoln's great speech.

It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us – that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion – that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain – that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom – and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Government of the people, by the people, for the people.  Have these words not become one of the "grand narratives" that now are seen as ridiculous, 'happy horseshit' used to disguise the real power dynamics of American government?  Even at the time of Lincoln's speech, women couldn't vote, and of course, the millions of enslaved Black people couldn't vote.  Many free Blacks could not vote.  Some states had rule limiting the right to vote to property holders or taxpayers.  More broadly, however, the right of 'the people' to vote means the right to select from among those who appear on a ballot, and the crucial issue is what rule or forces determine who appears on our ballots.  I don't know the answer to that question in 1863, but we know the answer in 2025, and for many decades before now.  The answer is who has the money or can attract the money it takes to run a political campaign.  In our era of primary elections, it means who has or can attract the money to win a party primary.  No money = no ballot access.  

Fifty years ago, Gore Vidal has an essay in The Nation, "State of the Union," in which he wrote:  “There is only one party in the United States, the Property Party…and it has two right wings: Republican and Democrat.”  Noam Chomsky has accurately argued:

There’s ample evidence that most of the population, at the lower end of the income spectrum, is effectively disenfranchised – their representatives pay no attention to their opinions. Moving up the income ladder, influence increases slowly, but it’s only at the very top that it has real impact. Plutocracy masquerading as formal democracy.” Noam Chomsky: America is a plutocracy masquerading as a democracy'  by Sincere T. Kirabo, SINCERE T. KIRABO in Salon, October 6, 2015.

Here is a part of Wikipedia's entry under "Plutocracy:"

In modern times, the term is sometimes used pejoratively to refer to societies rooted in state-corporate capitalism or which prioritize the accumulation of wealth over other interests.  According to Kevin Phillips, author and political strategist to Richard Nixon, the United States is a plutocracy in which there is a "fusion of money and government."

Chrystia Freeland, author of Plutocrats, says that the present trend towards plutocracy occurs because the rich feel that their interests are shared by society:

You don't do this in a kind of chortling, smoking your cigar, conspiratorial thinking way. You do it by persuading yourself that what is in your own personal self-interest is in the interests of everybody else. So you persuade yourself that, actually, government services, things like spending on education, which is what created that social mobility in the first place, need to be cut so that the deficit will shrink, so that your tax bill doesn't go up. And what I really worry about is, there is so much money and so much power at the very top, and the gap between those people at the very top and everybody else is so great, that we are going to see social mobility choked off and society transformed.

In 1998, Bob Herbert of The New York Times referred to modern American plutocrats as "The Donor Class" (list of top (political party) donors)and defined the class, for the first time,as "a tiny group – just one-quarter of 1 percent of the population – and it is not representative of the rest of the nation. But its money buys plenty of access."

When the Nobel Prize–winning economist Joseph Stiglitz wrote the 2011 Vanity Fair magazine article entitled "Of the 1%, by the 1%, for the 1%", the title and content supported Stiglitz's claim that the U.S. is increasingly ruled by the wealthiest 1%.  Some researchers have said the U.S. may be drifting towards a form of oligarchy, as individual citizens have less impact than economic elites and organized interest groups upon public policy.  In the U.S. Congress itself, more than half of all members are millionaires.

A study conducted by political scientists Martin Gilens of Princeton University and Benjamin Page of Northwestern University, which was released in April 2014, stated that their "analyses suggest that majorities of the American public actually have little influence over the policies our government adopts". Gilens and Page do not characterize the U.S. as an "oligarchy" or "plutocracy" per se; however, they do apply the concept of "civil oligarchy" as used by Jeffrey A. Winters with respect to the U.S.

The investor, billionaire, and philanthropist Warren Buffett, one of the wealthiest people in the world, voiced in 2005 and once more in 2006 his view that his class, the "rich class", is waging class warfare on the rest of society. In 2005, Buffet said to CNN: "It's class warfare, my class is winning, but they shouldn't be."  In a November 2006 interview in The New York Times, Buffett stated that "[t]here's class warfare all right, but it's my class, the rich class, that's making war, and we're winning."

 

So it has long been in the United States.  Many of the Founding Fathers were wealthy men, including the most dominant Southerners like George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and James Madison.  Some were'self-made' prosperous men, like Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, and Alexander Hamilton, but money was always to ticket to power.  I suspect it is as bad now as it's ever been, and perhaps worse, though I don't know how to compare today's economic and political world with the era of Rockefellers, Vanderbilts, Carnegies, and Fricks.  In any event, I refuse to fool myself by thinking of America as a real democracy rather than as an oligarchic plutocracy.  I endorse Emma Goldman's supposed saying that "If voting changed anything, they'd make it illegal."  It's a variation on an old theme, witness the remark attributed to Mark Twain: "If voting made a difference, they wouldn’t let us do it.”  Joseph Stieglitz titled his 2011 Vanity Fair article "Of the 1%, by the 1%, for the 1%."  I could substitute "capitalists" for "the 1%", and add H. L. Mencken's thought: "Capitalism under democracy has a further advantage: its enemies, even when it is attacked, are scattered and weak, and it is usually easily able to array one half of them against the other half, and thus dispose of both."  

We are foolish to think that the government works for us.  Trump and his cronies are the culmination of a long history of the government working for the benefit of the wealthy few over the many.  The Roberts' Supreme Court has hastened the process with decisions like 

Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission, 558 U.S. 310 (2010), which allowed corporations and billionaires to spend unlimited money on political advertising and led directly to the explosion of Super PACs and outside spending, and

McCutcheon v. FEC (2014), which struck down aggregate limits on how much one person can give to federal candidates and parties so that mega-donors can now give millions of dollars per election cycle, and 

 Americans for Prosperity Foundation v. Bonta (2021), which struck down California’s donor-disclosure requirement for major nonprofits, thereby increasing donor anonymity, benefiting wealthy political spenders.

and many others, not the least of which was Trump v. United States, creating out of whole cloth presidential immunity for crimes committed while in office. 

I started thinking about this stuff the other day when I saw a headline about Jared Kushner being a principal participant in the Russia/Ukraine peace negotiations, as he was in the negotiations leading to to Abraham Accords, along with stories about America's newly-issued National Security Strategy.  The latter document makes clear the administration's main goal is wealth-creation, the rich getting richer.  It expresses what has long been known to be true, though it was never expressly endorsed by our government, that great powers, i.e., the U.S., Russia, and China, have 'zones of interest' where they act as hegemons, and it revives the Monroe Doctrine, i.e., that the entire Western Hemisphere is America's zone of interest.  To my eyes, the document essentially throws Ukraine, Europe, the EU, and NATO under the bus, in deference to better economic relations with Russia.  How fitting it seems for Jared Kushner, international money manager and deal maker, and son-in-law of the American president, should be right in the middle of the negotiations over the future of Ukraine and Europe.  Whose interests come first for Mr. Kushner?  Whose interests come first for his father-in-law?  $$$$$$$

Magnum opus

 




 

   

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

12/9/2025

 Tuesday, December 9, 2025

1983 Counselor to Ronald Reagan, Edwin Meese said people go to soup kitchens "because food is free and that's easier than paying for it"

2008 Governor of Illinois, Rod Blagojevich, was arrested by federal officials for a number of alleged crimes, including attempting to sell the United States Senate seat being vacated by President-elect Barack Obama

In bed at 9, up at 5:15. 24°, w/c 9°, high 36°.  More snow last night and again tonight. 

Meds, etc.  Morning meds at ? a.m.  

Out of steam?  Both my brain and my body have slowed down to shuffling baby steps.  That's how I walk, outside anyway, and that's how my mind has been the last couple of days.  I am at one of those times when I wonder whether my journaling days are finished.   I started journaling every day at the end of July, 2022.  AI tells me that means I've been doing it regularly for about 1227 days, minus about 2 weeks when I was in too much pain from PMR to type, so make it 1,213 days or 173 weeks.  When I started, I wondered whether I could keep it up for a whole month.  There is an endless list of stuff to reflect on and write about, but I'm out of steam, brain-dead or partly so.








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Monday, December 8, 2025

12/8/2025

 Monday, December 8, 2025

1996 Geri and I were in Rome and witnessed the Immaculate Conception procession from Via della Conciliazione into St. Peter Square and the bonfire beneath John Paul II's window

2008 Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich was arrested by federal officials for attempting to sell the United States Senate seat being vacated by President-elect Barack Obama

2014 CIA Torture Report was released, detailing the CIA's use of torture on detainees between 2001-2006

2019 US officials "deliberately misled" the public on the progress of the Afghanistan war, hid that it was a lost cause, according to The WaPo analysis of the "Afghanistan Papers"

2024 43,000 Ukrainian soldiers have died in the country's war with Russia, with 370,000 injured, according to President Volodymyr Zelensky who estimated the number of Russian casualties at 198,000 soldiers killed and more than 550,000 soldiers injured. 

2024  The Notre-Dame Cathedral in Île de la Cité, Paris, France, reopened and held its first public mass five years after a structural fire damaged the building and destroyed its spire.

In bed at 9, awake around 4, up at 4:25.  13°, w/c 7°, high 26°, cloudy.  

Meds, etc.  Morning meds at 6:30 a.m.   

Geri went out to lunch at First Watch with Shirley and Barb.  

Chris and his helper, also named Chris, are installing drywall in the basement all day.  It looks like the whole job, drywall, painting, molding, and flooring, will take about two weeks.  Then we’ll have to deal with all the stuff that was moved into the workroom and the storage area.  I’m daunted at the thought.

Sammy and Rosie Get Laid.  Yesterday I wrote about a painting I affectionately called “Sammy and Rosie Get Laid” after the 1987 British movie of the same name.  I liked the movie when I first viewed it many years ago and I tried unsuccessfully to find it on streaming services or on a DVD over the following years.  Yesterday I discovered it on YouTube, and Geri and I watched it last night. The screenplay was written by Hanif Kureishi and director Stephen Frears.  It is set in London in the 1980s   It is a terribly depressing flick and, as I watched it, I wondered what it was that had appealed to me when I first saw it.  I suppose it was the fact that it painted such of grim portrait of Margaret Thatcher’s London by focusing on the city’s have-nots, Bohemians, anarchists, homeless, sexual deviates, buskers, Black and Asian minorities.  There are three main characters: Sammy and Rosie, who are married, and Sammy’s father, Rafi.  Sammy and Rafi are South Asians, probably Pakistanis.  Rafi was an official of some sort in their homeland but it is never made clear what kind of official.  What is made very clear is that he was a crook of some sort, stealing much money and squirreling it away in some London bank.  He was also involved in some way in law enforcement, or intelligence or homeland security work, and had people tortured.  A major/minor character in the film is one of his countrymen whom he had tortured.  He appears throughout the film and in Rafi’s dreams.  

There are a number of subplots in the movie, including the open marriage of Sammy and Rosie, the relationship of Rafi and his former lover Alice,  the relationships of Sammy and Rosie with their respective lovers, the relationship between Rafi and the Black, Danny or 'Victoria,' but throughout the story hangs the alienation of the characters and the abyss between the demimonde in which the characters live and the world of Margaret Thatcher.  I don't offer any generalizations about the meaning(s) or lessons of the movie, because I wouldn't know what to say.   I'm not sure what point or points Kureishi and Fears were trying to make, if any.  The movie starts and ends with the voice of Margaret Thatcher at the start of her prime ministership, starting with her saying they had a lot of work to do, starting with the nation's inner cities (where Sammy and Rosie and their friends lived) and ending with bulldozers destroying the trailer encampment where Rosie's lover lived, featuring a voiceover of Thatcher reciting the Prayer of St. Francis, 'Where there is discord, may I bring harmony, etc.'  I spent part of the afternoon re-watching the last third of the movie to see if I could get some understanding of what the movie's point was,  I failed. 

Notes:  Ghost: You said to Rosie that I was the price to be paid for the overall good of our sad country, yes?  Rafi: Forgive me.  Ghost: how could that be possible now?  R: It was not I that made the mischief.  I was not there, if it happened at all.  Ghost: You were not there, it is true, but you gave the orders.  You were in your big house, drinking illegally, slapping women’s asses, adulterous, sending money out of the country and listening, I’ve heard, to the songs of Vera Lynn.  Rafi: The country needed a sense of direction, of identity; people like you organizing into unions discouraged and disrupted all progress.  Ghost: All of human life you desecrated.  Electrocution   Bulldozers   Alice; is that you, Norman?   Yes, making London a cleaner and safer place.

I've been brain-dead all day.