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Silent Spectators

Published June 3, 2023 by Nan Mykel

So sorry, it’s bad news but I didn’t write it! It came by way of Ned Hanson

KK's avatarKaushal Kishore

I don’t like raising this issue in one of my posts, because people don’t like bad things. Most of us prefer to read a story with a happy ending that gives some sort of good feelings, but turning a blind eye to the bad stuff won’t keep them away. These will boomerang with a lot of force. Therefore, I feel such things should be discussed and condemned, and ways to minimise and mitigate should be found out.

The gruesome murder of a 16-year-old girl in Delhi last week shook the conscience of the entire nation. The brutality and cruelty with which this heinous act was carried out is unparalleled.

CCTV footage showed a 20-year-old boy stabbing her several times, then kicking her a few times, before smashing her head with a cement slab. What provoked the boy was the girl’s decision to distance herself from him and go back to…

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ALERT

Published June 2, 2023 by Nan Mykel

 

 

I just received an e-mail from a friend in a Pennsylvania nursing home.

She said there were seven new cases of covid there, and she was one of them.

So, though I haven’t had covid yet and have all of my shots, I’m gonna wear the mask when I step out.

Just thought you’d like to know!  Take care.

GOOD IDEA: A GUEST SCREED

Published June 1, 2023 by Nan Mykel

A SCREED

They are right-Guns don’t kill people.

They are wrong==People don’t kill people. Bullets kill people.

Bullets from an A-45, TRAVELING AT 2500 FEET PER SECOND,

rip into the human body and smash organs; break bones;

splatter blood, brain matter, and tissue. Designed

to do such devastation in adult bodies,

imagine what they do to tiny, still-forming children’s bodies.

At Uvalde, authorities had to use parents’ DNA

to identify mutilated children.

Let people keep their guns. Ban ammunition.

The Constitution makes no mention of bullets

or ammunition. Banning ammunition would prevent

most of the murder plaguing this country.

And everyone would keep his or her

Second Amendment rights. Make it illegal

punishable by severe fines and prison time,

to sell high-caliber tumbling ammunition

to anyone except the military and that only

to specific order or stockpiled under heavy guard.

To get such measures passed will take some doing

To achieve the goal lawmakers need to be held accountable.

Therefore, every bill that comes before either house of Congress

should require a roll-call vote with the results posted

in newspapers and on television countrywide

and spread across all modes of electronic communication.

Campaign (and all other) financing for Congress should be

transparent, as well. We citizens deserve to know exactly

how our senators and representatives (whose salaries we pay)

stand on sensitive issues. We need to know from where who

is receiving blood money to buy votes. The blood on that money,

far too often. is the blood of babies and very young people.

By no means is this mean as a threat from me

to you members of Congress secure behind

your workplace screening but you need to remember

that you move in the public sphere like all the rest of us.

You go to theaters, to church or synagogue or temple;

you shop  grocery stores and in malls;

you attend public gatherings. Your families

are in these places of vulnerability.

Look at the photos of the carnage from Uvalde

and picture your children and/or grandchildren in them.

Then ask yourselves if NRA funds or other tainted money

is worth your loved one’s lives.

 

Shared by permission of Patricia L. H. Black

 

 

THIS AND THAT…

Published May 31, 2023 by Nan Mykel

The Climate Crisis NOVEL by Sweden’s Jens Liljestrand, translated and published this year, does two things well:  dares to envision the arrival of climate change and furthers the resilience of the family.  It’s  Even if Everything Ends, translated by Alice Menzies

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I WISH I’D WRITTEN THIS:

I’m lanky, I’m tall

With little fur at all

My gentle skin can’t take the sun

I’m no harm to anyone

No claws to tear

No teeth to bare

I’m a defenseless baby for years

Dependent on my peers

My appearance, a con

The great deception

I’m the greatest killer in history

Well, both you and me

From <https://murdochmouse.wordpress.com/2023/05/31/natural-prog

Ned Hanson’s blog led me to this site

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INTERESTING :   How to keep plastic away  from the Ocean 5/25/23

See the nytimess opinion piece by Boyan Slat,

founder and chief executive of the Ocean Cleanup.

<https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/25/opinion/river-plastic-ocean.html?

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I STILL HATE SOME THINGS BESIDES LYING: Trying to get folks to buy something without telling them up front what the price is.  (“Click yes, I want 50% off”)

 

Who What How…Why??

Published May 30, 2023 by Nan Mykel

 

 

Yeah, I know about evolution and believe in it, but…this is pretty hard for me to comprehend.

Tell me this: When the “camouflage” matches the background, how does that come to pass?  Does the critter select a background to match its plumage or does the baxkground change to match>  And how does the critter see what to match with, since he can’t see himself?  And why all the bother for much shorter lives than ours?  I think it’s time for us to get a little help of some kind, from somewhere, evolutionarily speaking.

 

Poem – Winning a War With Time

Published May 28, 2023 by Nan Mykel

 

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And time’s short

She might not remember

Today, tomorrow, or a minute from now

Something important for the next generation

A central tremor waves the lines of each written letter

But she’ll never surrender

Just hold down the fort

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Stockpile the ammo!

Half a dozen pens and pencils

Between the bed sheets

Notebooks and tissues

Magazines and books afloat the waves of the unmade bed

A trail of trailmix down the hallway

fiery passion

And a zest

 

Words of wisdom are held captive on the page

Waiting to be released

As each one of them is read

 

And that’s how you win a war with time

While sitting in bed.

 

Shared with permission of Nan’s friend Carrie Carson

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER…

Published May 26, 2023 by Nan Mykel

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

TWO OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE:

An arty arty I stumbled across in my old photos.

Art is everywhere!  Depends how you look at it.

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Take a look at Ruth’s experience with animals:

OUR ANIMAL FAMILY

Last year’s nest of chickadees on the front porch

Hanging basket of bright orange impatience,

All hatched, sang, tested their wings and flew away.

This year a nest of four robin’s eggs on the front porch

Atop a plastic floral wreath hanging on the wall,

Still incubating, so we’re using the side door.

An unopened walnut tucked into the wicker mail basket

Also on the front porch. A thank you for the stale Cheerios?

Two big black ants on the white counter top

Face to face, in an embrace not moving

Even with me coming in for a close up.

A pregnant doe, with belly big and round,

Resting in the backyard, watching me as I watch her,

As I suspect, I have been since she was a fawn.

Beyond her, the yard scraps heap suddenly

Sporting a perfectly round entrance hole in its middle

About the size of a ground hog often seen eating my garden, or

That amazing white backed skunk seen streaking across the yard one night,

Who all  the neighbors know as well.

Likewise Thomas, the big orange tom who left cat footprints in the wet cement,

And who I was not about to feed,

But now gets Teaka’s leftovers so is at the back door every morning.

Was it the struggling bee caught in the kitchen that I trapped, then released

Who let the secret out?

 

Used with permission by R. H. Reilly 5-22-2023

 

Felix’s Poem

Published May 24, 2023 by Nan Mykel

BIRTHDAY BLUES VS.BIRTHDAY BLESSINGS

I’m an octogenarian of 85.

My antiquity astonishes me.

I’ve got three types of cancer.

I don’t see, hear, or walk well.

 

I’m a medical dumpster fire,

a near senile, geriatric elder,

doddering, decrepit, obsolete,

out-of-date, far past my prime.

 

Still I embrace my life’s remnants.

Never has time been more valued,

nature’s splendor more precious,

loved ones more deeply cherished.

 

I now take life day by day,

savoring each dawn as a gift.

Living is intensely relished.

I intend to try lingering longer.

 

Felix Gagliano, May 2023

GUEST POST: Because Nice Matters

Published May 21, 2023 by Nan Mykel

On the mantel at our fireplace a long board with the words “Because Nice Matters” leans up against the wall. Several Christmas and birthday cards mostly hide it now, but I know it is there, and I know it is important to both Diane and me. She has owned it for years. Diane thinks of niceness in terms of personal interaction, which should be conducted with sensitivity, kindness. Of course, that is important and she is often nicer in person-to-person interaction than I am. I’ve required a lot of training. But for me, niceness compasses more. I have always been oriented toward  political and cultural matters. So I say, in society, honesty is nice and dishonesty is not.  Fairness is nice and unfairness is not. Refraining from violence is nice and violence is not.

For the last seven years I have been trying to find more than just a couple simple expressions to argue that what is most the matter with the Trump era –and its antecedents and its post-Trump carryings-on–is the assault on norms of decency and the change in tolerance for, even celebration of, norms of incivility.  I know–“decency” and “civility” are such beige terms. The import does not come across. Norms are expectations of behavior, especially verbal and physical behavior in public life, whether one has a loud megaphone or one does not, but does have a mouth or a gun. I haven’t been able to develop much of an argument past a plain assertion, although I have come to believe the main point more strongly through living these past few yeas.

Decency matters, matters more than any policy, although I think policies and their use matter a great deal. But laws can be changed, and are, and even Supreme Court decisions get reversed. We have a harder time collectively changing basic notions of what is OK, partly because norms are not always legally encoded, let alone enforced by having any consequence except shunning. And shaming has lost power recently. In fact, acting as a finger in the eye of the rules of civility gets points in some fighting corners. Maybe it is hardest to change norms in the direction of honoring the rights of Others, those who are not one of one’s racial, economic, or religious, or ideological tribe. America has done a lot of that since the sixties. And maybe abandoning those norms that have been solidified just in living memory in such a direction (that is, toward honoring Others) is not as hard as establishing them. A change in norms toward tolerance of dishonesty, unfairness, and violence began before Trump’s presidency, but his reign was brought about by valorizing that change (that is, toward unfairness, etc.) and continually reinforcing it — Trump loves to double down. We’ve seen a lot of contention in the last 60 years.

The destruction of the old norms of decency and the substitution of the norms of simple license for the powerful to get their own way has been championed by Trump for much of the last few years, although he did not begin it  and his imitators are continuing it.  The mind set for the task requires amorality, and from that, shamelessness, and from that, imperviousness to censure. The common tactic is to double down on every challenged lie, in part to assert the effectiveness of such brazen behavior in self.

Lies re not nice. The Washington Post’s tracking project noted more than 30,000 of them from the mouth or tweeting finger  of  Trump during his presidency.  Until October, 2020, the volume got too much to keep up with. The lie with the greatest consequences is the Big Lie, which still lives and causes trouble, that the presidential election was stolen. By election day in 2020 a big tribe of believers had been established, who still accept any absurdity, will make any denial in the face of shown facts, including video existence, and re nurtured by the MAGA identity.

Hate and fear mongering are not nice, not only because they are dangerous motivators, but also because they are unfair. The last seven years of norm destruction and remaking have been times of racist, sexist, antisemitic, transphobic hate speech and attempts at fear-driven policies like the Muslim immigration ban. In addition, the MAGA right is creating or at least further stereotyping more targets, such as well-sourced media, Hollywood, coastal urbans and elites, and now, even law enforcement, the FBI and the “woke” military for support of  trans personnel. Why all this animosity?  What does it accomplish?  Cruelty is the point, Adam Serwer writes in the Atlantic. Cruelty not only hurts, it discourages both the target and other observers, or is meant to. It assaults the old norms of decency in order to change expectations of compliance with them. Cruelty always includes the message that you cannot win, you cannot expect justice. You must put up with unfairness. You are a loser.

Violence is not nice, and its celebration is an abomination. “Trial by combat” Giuliani called for at the rally on January 6, 2021, and off the crowd went. Trump has encouraged violence as far back as his first campaign in 2016, suggesting that his followers beat up protesters at one of his events. Acts of public square violence, as well as intimidation through threats and a general atmosphere of danger, are becoming ordinary in our daily civic lives. Violence has become more common in public contests, including struggles about voting rights and abortion rights.  A gang of militants plots the kidnapping of the governor of Michigan,  losing candidate in Arizona gets hired guns to shoot into the homes of political opponents, and lets us know that his model for his own election denial is, of course, Trump.

Norms hold us together. In 2017, early in Trump’s regime, I noticed that I could not keep up mental hold of the Trump-related incidents that shocked and appalled me, ones that alarmingly suggested changes in norms. Each one was replaced within days or a week or so by by some new outrage. Even the big ones, like Trump’s call to Ukraine’s President Kelensky (trying to extort dirt on the Biden family by threatening to withhold already pledged defensive support), came to nothing but a failed impeachment, after which the man carried on bald-faced. There were just too many affronts to decency to keep up with emotionally, so mindfulness of them faded. There was and still is an inundation from the reactionary side of things; we sink into the flood of it. It is like an atmospheric river that the weather has been producing in California–ubiquitous and drowning. That is how it works. Through the deluge of changed behavior and its drenching, insisted-on- normalcy, there has been a change to the normal, and the normal becomes normative; the rules of civility, the norms themselves, are replaced.

I’ve become aware these last two years that it is not formally codified, law-enforced rules, that are the most important rules, but the international regularities that, if not complied with, get our attention and corrective action, like a rule against racial slurs or a boast about grabbing pussy. (And, of course, formal laws, too, depend on cooperation; subpoenas are ignored now, and authorities can’t or at least don’t force compliance.)  But attention and corrective action for non-compliance with informal norms depend on the force of disapproval, not of guns, courts or jails. If the old norms of decency, of niceness, are not subjected to corrective action, or the action has no punch, and new expectations take the place of old just by getting away with it, the rules have, effectively, changed. This frightens me. For the first time ever, I would be hesitant to speak up sharply and publicly against militia thuggery or for law changes in the state to restore full reproductive rights, for fear of assault against my home, especially since I am not alone; my wife would be in danger.  I am not saying I would not do it–but for the first time I am apprehensive, concerning my own home, my northern, middle-class home.

More than half a lifetime ago I spent time where there was reason to fear for the safety of the place where I slept at night, the place that was my temporary home, during the civil rights movement, when I was doing voter registration work down south. But I was young and therefore felt immortal, or at least heroic, impassioned; and we had rousing songs and each other. That was then, this is now.

It’s different. For one thing, I’m now a 77-year old body. The flesh intuitions are different and more self-protective. But, too, the times are different. I have accumulated years, but so has the world, our world, our country. In the 1960’s racial violence was a reality, but the trajectory of unfolding events and changes in discourse seemed strongly against it continuing without consequence. We could believe Dr. King  that “the arc of history bends toward justice.” Politics promised progressiveness, stretching as far as I could imagine. Well, I was barely 20, so with very little life experience.  Now I have lived through the rise and effect of modern feminism, the end of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell and the demise of the Defense of Marriage Act, the two-term presidency of Barack Hussein Obama and and a legal marriage with my wife Diane, on the one hand; but the neocon politics of Newt Gingrich and Pat Buchanan, and the rise of white nationalist, Christian nationalist and anti-intellectual, hate-nourished culture that allowed for a Donald Trump to lie and hustle his way into the White House, on the other.  Books and articles inform me that authoritarianism is on the rise in many places, and our country is one of them–and I can see it’s so. Trump even suggested not bothering with the Constitution. Tens of thousands of Americans engaged in insurrection. They attempted a coup. The arc does not seem to be bending toward justice. Or even toward a bit of good sense. Certainly not toward civility, decency. Not toward niceness in the civic sphere.

This morning I was watching a movie on Amazon set partly in the civil rights monument of the 1960’s. The dangers of that time seem to me too much like the threats today; or the threats of today seem too much like the dangers of the 1960s. Do we really want to fight the same battles, or ones that rhyme so well, as Mark Twain said about history? News of violence against politicians, election workers, women, jews, children in school comes almost daily. The possibility of violence seems quite close. The lies continue. Law changes and court decisions undo hard-won fairness. It is  all normal. It has become normalized. I am alarmed.

Used with permission of Birch Moonwoman

No More Bad News

Published May 18, 2023 by Nan Mykel

I hope I can keep this promise: No more bad news from my pen…or keyboard, after today.  Not necessarily good news, either,  maybe just flat-out experiential or Let’s Pretend ideas of the feel-good type.  My very last bad news is…A.I. is sold out, obtained by dark forces, so you can’t believe anything any more.  So, it’s back to poetry which I will try and keep under control.  Things in old books will be okay, but all rcent news organizations have become highly suspect due to their willingness to fund themselves by running well-known shyster ads.  This post is in response to a N.Y. Times column saying A.I. is no longer under control.  You can’t read that column if you’re not a subscriber.

I am still puzzled about what happened to the value of honesty.  Sure did go out of style quickly, at least with the Citizens United decision in 2010.

I see I have to force myself to try and vacate entire areas of negativity, maybe only trust that my nighttime dreams are aimed at helping me grow. It  would be a bad scene if I couldn’t trust myself.  But honestly, there are some areas in which I can’t trust myself…so I try and stay out of them.   So maybe it’s that I know myself  too well, honestly…

 

 

 

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