Sunday Morning Reading

We just commemorated the anniversary of the history altering events of January 6th. So some of thse links in this weeks’ edition of Sunday Morning Reading will reflect that. Not all. But some. If that turns you off, apologies in advance. Not to you. Because of you.

Kicking it off is David Todd McCarty’s Who’s Teaching You a Lesson? Read it damnit.

Driftglass offers up The Art of Persuasion is Over. Short. Sweet. Persuasive.

David French offers up The Case of Disqualifying Trump is Strong. I agree. Too bad the judges it will be argued in front of are not.

David Graham tells us How Trump Taught America to Tolerate Brazen Corruption. We’ve always tolereated corruption. Most of us just don’t want it flaunted openly in our face by a bunch of bragadocius buffoons.

Changing the tune, check out To Own The Future, Read Shakespeare. Not what you think. It’s about tech and the liberal arts. Great read.

NatashMH wonders how the plot got lost regarding feminism in We Were Once Dragons and Phoenices. Another great read.

And then for something completely different, check out Dana Milbank’s I Killed A Deer From My Bathroom.

If you’re interested in just what the heck Sunday Morning Reading is all about you can read more about the origins of Sunday Morning Reading here.  You can also find more of my writings on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome.

Add Freedom of Speech To The Casualty List

The casualty list is growing in the wake of Trumpty Dumpty’s pants on fire attempts to save himself. The latest is Freedom of Speech, so called, and enshrined in the First Amendment. Apparently that’s the current defense the billowing buffoon is going to wield. Most buffoons would know better.

Selfimmolation2Much of the American Catechism has already been rendered obsolete. Apparently Trump and his defenders think there’s no holy of holies too holy to not poke holes in. The gutter has never had so much flowing through it as they snipe and snip at whatever they can in desperation. Desperation has never worn well.

Sure, Jack Smith headed that off in the early parts of the latest indcitment. Sure, most thinking humans understand what’s going on. Though, there’s apparently not enough Immodium in the world to plug this free flowing Freedom of Speech diarrhea from spewing from what used to look like mouths.

These knuckleheds surely don’t seem to understand that they’re soiling themselves with humilating stains that aren’t going to come out in the wash. Their ignoble profession of politics is becoming more ignoble by the moment. By the time we’re done with this shitshow there’s not going to be enough mouths worth talking out of both sides with. Frankly it stinks.

It would be comical if the stakes weren’t so high. But they are.

And they’ve got company on the casualty list. The Gray Lady apparently thinks there’s a “both sides” argument that can be made between lies and free speech. Take this headline and article: Trump Election Charges Set Up Clash of Lies Versus Free Speech. Set aside the ridiculous headline. Set aside the both-siding. Focus instead on this:

Throughout his careers in business and politics, he has sought to bend reality to his own needs, with lies ranging from relatively small ones, like claiming he was of Swedish and not German descent when trying to rent to Jewish tenants in New York City, to proclaiming that President Barack Obama was not born in the United States.

If you repeat something enough, he has told confidants over time, people will believe it.

By and large, this trait has served him well, helping him bluster and bluff his way through bankruptcies and then to the White House and through crises once he was there: personal scandals, two impeachments and a special counsel’s investigation when he was in office.

For the few folks reading this who might claim to be in the uninitiated, think for a moment which newspaper of record in which big city that prints all the news that’s supposedly fit to print is now essentially admitting that they’ve been content and willing to print lies masquerading as news. That’s a lot of newsprint to hoist on any petard.

Remember this is a journalism outfit that argued over and over that they couldn’t use the word “lie” to describe the decaying orange turd’s behavior because they couldn’t be inside someone’s head. But, hey, Jack Smith has said it in an indictment. So we can too!

Look, when you’re in the middle of a car wreck, an avalanche, or running from a tsunami, it’s tough to understand what’s happening moment to moment. I get it. But folks, we’ve seen whatever you want to call this cataclysmic moment coming for quite some time. Knee-jerking cultists aside, the fact that you’d expect better reactions from elected officials and journalists defies that expectation.

Self-immolation has never burned so bright.

There’s A Corner. And Trump Has Backed Us Into It

Forget all of the somber, obligatory admonitons that Trump’s third indictment is a sad day for America. Forget all the “innocent until proven guilty” catechisms. Yes, both are true. But set them aside. They would be worth holding dear if these were ordinary times. These times they are not ordinary.

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Trump has backed himself into a corner and taken the United States, all its systems, institutions, and people with him. After all the posturing, all the lying, and all the bullshit, there’s only one way out for the Donald and that’s straight ahead like the wounded beast he is. Otherwise the walls defining the corner will slam shut on him like a book. And us with him. Either way we’re the collateral damage.

This moment Trump has brought us to is consuming our body poliitc like a flesh-eating bacteria. Necrotizing tissue as it goes, it has already left wounds and scars that will never heal. It will gobble up more. Our political and judicial systems have been rendered to the point of irrelevancy. The media has been over exposed as the leeching parasite it always was, content to slurp up any crumbs and drippings the host leaves in its wake. Churches and religious denominations have been cannibalized from within. Family and friendship bonds have been gnawed down to the marrow.

And yet we keep hoping, praying, and, dare I say, pretending that Special Prosecutor Jack Smith is going to bring this despicable criminal to justice so we can turn a corner and find our way back.

There’s no back to find our way to, regardless of the legal outcomes. Frankly there’s no back to find our way to even if somehow this monster suddenly disappeared from the planet. The damage has been done. And I don’t think we collectively have what it takes to bridge the gaping wounds, much less comprehend them.  Our political systems are incapable of stopping the slaughter of children with guns. Our spiritual institutions keep remaking foundational tenets into something unreconcilable with their founding. And we’re going to fix this?

The wounds are fresh. The pain is real. There’s a monster in our midst and it’s going to take extraordinary measures to defeat it. Nothing will be the same if we do. Nothing should be the same as we try. And if there’s any healing to come it’s not going to happen without amputations that alter the way we navigate the world.

Tom Nichols defines the situation many of us will face as we battle through these months ahead in his excellent article “This Is The Case.”  This is the key paragraph:

“But after today, every American citizen who cares about the Constitution should affirm, without hesitation, that any form of association with Trump is reprehensible, that each of us will draw moral conclusions about anyone who continues to support him, and that these conclusions will guide both our political and our personal choices.”

Tough? You bet. Dangerous? Yup. But this is the moment this pitiful excuse of a man has brought us to. If you’re not ready to face the moment, the challenge, and the stakes I’m sorry for you. Know that those who’ve abandoned their senses and their place in the real world for this monster sure are. Know they’re coming. Each of us needs to be ready to stand in their way.

Things We Know But Don’t Admit

There are things we know. There are things we don’t know. And there are those damn known unknowns. 

There are also things we know but don’t want to admit we know. Some of those things keep us in quiet denial. Some of those things allow us to loudly vent outrage at forces beyond our control. (We love forces beyond our control.) Regardless, those things are things. Admit it or not.

One thing we can be grateful to the rotting orange turd blossom for is that he cracked open some of the myths we’ve all been hiding behind like an egg-sucking dog in a hen house. Although lately the current that wants to drag us swiftly back into the safe harbor of myth seems to be rapidly increasing. But I think it’s probably taking us under. Again. 

Broken beyond broken is the “no one is above the law” saw. You can also call it the “we’re a nation of laws” myth. Yeah, we have them. Yeah, for most of us they mean something. But hey, get real. There’s a Department of Justice memo that basically says that whomever we elect as president is above the law. If you aren’t paying attention, that pretty much de-myths the myths. At least until someone decides the principle of the unitary executuive that spawned that memo gets tossed into the shredder. (Hint: That’s not going to happen. Hint 2: We apparently love to be governed by memos.)

So indictments may come for the rotting orange turd blossom and his blossomettes. Headlines will scream. Lower thirds will find new shades of red to burn our retinas. But folks I’m sorry. We’ve been playing a game with rules we thought we knew until recently. And the house always wins.

Admitting we know that would open up a can of worms nobody wants to fish with.