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Thursday, September 03, 2020

ANARCHIST JURISDICTION ??? HUNHH ???

Anarchy -- from the Greek --  an-(without) + arkos (leader) -- without leader

Jurisdiction --  from the Latin -- juris-(law) + dicere (say) -- the right to say

The depth of the ignorance of those who would dare to govern this country is on full and brigthly lit display by adressing a directive to the "anarchist jurisdictions."  Thanks for the polysyllabic sesquipedalianistic oxymoron.  Anarchists do not believe in jurisdictions.  Only the dunces surrounding the Village Idiot of the District on the shores of the Potomac could ever believe that those two words could mean anything to anyone.

Great pair - DJT The Anarchist Demagogue
+ The Sophist that keeps DJT happy

I will be paying close attention to how the Head Sophist will twist the accepted root meaning of the designation "Anarchist Jurisdiction" to mean anything.  I'm betting that since there are perhaps few voters who can be fooled by the use of words composed of more than one syllable, some will feel cozy in the aura of ignorance projected by the flashy sound of "Anarchist Jurisdictions."  
It is a lot safer for you to stick to mono-syllabic Anglo-Saxon words.  They might be easier for your room temperature IQ to handle.

Finally, it is clear to me that a concept requiring seven syllables is way too much  than what DJT, the Village Idiot can comprehend.  This going to be fun to watch.


Sunday, August 30, 2020

LAW and ORDER ≠ PEACE AND QUIET

 Trump campaign: 

“WE will make America Great Again.”  Hmmm?  That must mean that you failed at your first attempt so that now you have to start all over again.  Why are you waiting to start, again?  So now the rallying cry is, “LAW & ORDER”   I have a thought or two about that.

My first thought is:  "We Americans are deeply devoted to the culture of "Fair play."  "Fair play" is virtuous behavior built on mutual trust that asures that all concerned, winners as well as losers will profit from the exercise and be able to walk away from it with head held high.  This is our culture and it informs the entirety of our life.  In the culture of  "Fair play", the participants themselves work on the outcome.  They do so according to the laws that regulate the exercise of the effort.  They submit their efforts to the arbiters who are presumed to be neutral and fair.  This is our way of life.  We win some, we lose some.  The winners and the losers congratulate one another and in the space of time between "set-to's" they are at peace with one another.  The virtues of peace and justice are the way of life.

Law and Order are not driving, personal principles.  They are commands that are laid before the populace by an authority and compliance is not aimed at developing virtuous behavior.  The goal is to provide satisfaction to the authority so that communitarian problems don't cause unrest.  The goal of Law and Order" is to stifle the behavior of the community to the point where the authority doesn't get bothered by the need to solve community problems that are deemed to be outside of said authority's expectations.  

Behavior in a Law and Order regime is not rooted in the canon of universal or local laws and decrees.  Behavior in a Law and Order system is only rooted in the expectations of the authority.  The community's behavior in a Law and Order environment is not expected to make the members of  the community more virtuous.  It is only rewarded by the lack of punishment that subservience assures.

It is to be noted that the driving authority is not held by a personal conscience to be a shining example of the Law an Order behavior that is required of the citizenry.  A Law and Order authority is under absolutely no personal exigency to provide the subjects in this regime with an example of ideal behavior.

Furthermore, it is to be understood that the authority will not offer any creative solutions that may be called for in the wake of disastrous turn of events of any nature.  Since the authority is the enforcer of behavior, the citizenry will be expected to solve any and all problems.  The only feedback that will be given is the remark that the solution shows how ignorant the hard working people really are. 

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Saturday, July 25, 2020

BRITISH JOKE, KING OF D.C. SWAMP, CHINESE FLU ATTACK?


What is the best British joke that you know?
I personally don't have one.  I received this one today on the Internet.  It may or may not become your favorite.  As far as I am concerned, the jury is still out.

Donald Trump met with the Queen of England, and asked, "Your Majesty, how do you run such an efficient government? Is there any advice you can give me?"

"Well," replied the Queen, "the most important thing is to surround yourself with intelligent people."

Trump frowned and then asked, "But how do I know if the people around me are really smart?"

The Queen took a sip of tea. "Oh, that's easy; just ask them to answer a riddle."

The Queen pressed a button on her intercom. "Please send Boris Johnson here, will you?"

The Prime Minister entered the room and said, "Yes, Your Majesty?"

The Queen smiled and said, "Answer me this, if you don't mind, Boris. Your mother and father have a child. It is neither your brother nor sister. Who is it?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Boris replied: "That would be me."

"Yes! Very well," said the Queen.

Trump returned home to ask Mike Pence the same question. "Mike, answer this for me. Your mother and father have a child. It is neither your brother nor your sister. Who is it?"

"I'm not sure," said Pence. "Let me think about it and I'll tell you." He went to his advisers and asked everyone, but none could give him an answer.

Finally, Pence met his friend Jack Murphy at a restaurant the following night. Pence asked him, "Jack, can you answer this for me? Your mother and father have a child and it is neither your brother nor your sister. Who is it?"

Jack Murphy replied immediately, "That's easy, it's me!"

Pence smiled and said, "Thanks!"

Pence then spoke to Trump again. "Let's just say that I did some research and I have the answer to that riddle: it's my friend Jack Murphy!"

Trump got up, ran over to confront Pence and yelled angrily, "No, you idiot! It's Boris Johnson!"
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Monday, July 20, 2020

SNEAKY SNAKE SNOOKERED

You all know this famous French writer of extraordinary wit.

François-Marie Arouet, known by his nom de plume Voltaire, was a French Enlightenment writer, historian, and philosopher famous for his wit, his criticism of Christianity—especially the Roman Catholic Church—as well as his advocacy of freedom of speech, freedom of religion, and separation of church and state. Wikipedia

It is very possible that not all of you do know him because your cultural background did not point you in his direction.  Too bad because he was a real craker-jack smack-down artist.  This is one of his most well-known and one that never seems to lose neither its favor nor its flavor:
                                  L'autre jour, au fond d'un vallon,

                                            - Un serpent piqua Jean Fréron.

                                            - Que pensez-vous qu'il arriva ?

                                            - Ce fut le serpent qui creva.


I hereby give myself the privilege of offering you two versions of the same snide attitude straight out of the early 18th century --
 

The other day on the White House lawn,

A lurking viper bit The Don;

What do you suppose happened then?

The viper died, never to bite again.

I thought that was OK, but then this crept through the mental cracks.  You can choose the one you like.

As Trump walked to board his aero ride,

A slinky viper’s fang pierced Don’s hide.

You all can surmise what came of it;

‘Twas the viper who died from what he bit!

I'm open to your rendition.  I haven't tried it in Spanish.  Go ahead, give it a whirl.

(A tip of my hat to Voltaire)


Friday, May 29, 2020

I CAN'T BREATHE -- I CAN'T BREATHE



It has been a long time since I have shouted out to the world on this page.  I have decided that this is a time that calls for me to reminisce about my journey through life vis-a-vis my attitude about police officers.  
Let me start back in 1942.  That's right, 1-9-4-2, way back in the WWII days.
         That's the year that I began attending school in the kindergarten.  It was the parrochial school where my Grandfather was a factotum roaming the entire property keeping things clean and in order. He was the one who taught me the way from the school to his apartment where I was scheduled to have my noon meal.  
          For the first week, he taught me how to walk in the city.  He showed me the way where I would have to cross the streets in order to be safest and protected from the busiest traffic patterns of other streets.  He also introduced me to Officer Griffin, the policeman who walked the streets of the ward in which the school and the apartment were located.  Officer Griffin and my grandfather, Joseph, were long time acquaintances and sincere exchangers of smiles and sincere "hello's" but not much more since Officer Griffin spoke no French and my grandfather's English was almost non-existent.  At the time, I spoke passable English on top of my native French.
          For a few years I would see Officer Griffin several times a month as I walked the neighborhood to and from Grandpa's house and the bus stop one block down the street in the opposite direction.  I would see that Officer Griffin knew just about every soul he saw.  I never saw him with any other facial expression than that of calm and peace.  In fact, he was about the only policeman that I ever saw because my home was in the outskirts of another municipality where there was no policeman walking the streets.  The only other "government" person whom I knew was the community warden in charge of WWII citizens' behavior, mostly in times of black-out drills and updates pertaining to them.
          Then, as the years passed I got to know some police in the town of my residence where my father was also a Selectman on the town council.  Then it happened.
          I was now an adult, home on vacation from overseas.  It was Christmas morning and there was an accumulation of about four inches of snow.  My mother and I went to the church and when we got there we ran into the chief of the local police, Donald St. Pierre.  Well, we shook hands and exchanged the usual banter about how it felt to see one another as adults after all the years of growing up together.   And of course the jab about "How can YOU be the chief of police?
          What I will never forget about that encounter was this little exchange:
Me:  "Did someone steal the snow plows?  Man, four inches all over the place!"
Him:  "Yeah, you want I should ruin the Christmas gift from God?"
Ouch!  I had been abused by the chief of police right in my home town! At church to boot. 
That was early 1970's.  

           I finished my life overseas and came back to the USA and settled in California.  By then, the cop on the beat had gone the way of the unicorn.  Also, I was now forging a career in a big city, with lots of different kinds of people and tough police.  That was 45 years ago.  In that time I have had my eyes opened and my heart ripped apart by the comportment of the Boys in Blue from sea to shining sea.  Of all the countries where I have lived and worked I have not seen the level of viciousness that I see here.  Every time I hear someone use a superlative adjective to qualify the USA I compare it to my experience in Italy, the Vatican, France, Mexico, Philippines and Canada.  I must say that the superlatives I hear do not apply to US.  
            In my entire life the only country where I have had to bear the news that the police had killed a person out of an extravagance of arrogant power is here in the USA.  The police live a culture of untouchability and dictatorial arrogance.  It will take centuries of pressure on that institution to change its culture.  By the time that happens, my memories of Officer Griffin will be snugly ensconced with me in the bosom of Abraham.



Sunday, July 14, 2019

MAN WITH A WALL AROUND HIS HEART


Direct quotes from Donald J. Trump, sitting president of the United States of America.  These words were boadcast by him via Twitter.  What you see on the right is one of the three parts of the thread.  It is highlighted below.  The three parts are all from the same moment in the morning of July 14, 2019.

So interesting to see “Progressive” Democrat Congresswomen, who originally came from countries whose governments are a complete and total catastrophe, the worst, most corrupt and inept anywhere in the world (if they even have a functioning government at all), now loudly ....and viciously telling the people of the United States, the greatest and most powerful Nation on earth, how our government is to be run. Why don’t they go back and help fix the totally broken and crime infested places from which they came. Then come back and show us how....it is done. These places need your help badly, you can’t leave fast enough. I’m sure that Nancy Pelosi would be very happy to quickly work out free travel arrangements!"

I am at a complete loss for words as I have this text before me.  I can't help but be firmly convinced that the attitude spewed forth through these words renders Donald J. Trump totally devoid of the moral authority required to govern the country.  The representatives toward whom this vitriol is directed are validly elected members of congress.  If they deserve admonition, let it be for their improper conduct.  They do not deserve to be insulted for their place of birth or the culture from which they sprung.  

I must admit that as I have scanned the social media concerning these Trumpian sentiments, there are surprisingly many that are in total accord with the message.  What is all the more shocking to me is the coincidental reality of what the Catholic Universe pondered today at the moment of the Bible proclamation of the Gospel - The story of the Good Samaritan as told in chapter 10 of Luke's Gospel:

But because he wished to justify himself, he said to Jesus,
"And who is my neighbor?"
Jesus replied,
"A man fell victim to robbers
as he went down from Jerusalem to Jericho.
They stripped and beat him and went off leaving him half-dead.
A priest happened to be going down that road,
but when he saw him, he passed by on the opposite side.
Likewise a Levite came to the place,
and when he saw him, he passed by on the opposite side.
But a Samaritan traveler who came upon him
was moved with compassion at the sight.
He approached the victim,
poured oil and wine over his wounds and bandaged them.
Then he lifted him up on his own animal,
took him to an inn, and cared for him.
The next day he took out two silver coins
and gave them to the innkeeper with the instruction,
'Take care of him.
If you spend more than what I have given you,
I shall repay you on my way back.'
Which of these three, in your opinion,
was neighbor to the robbers' victim?"
He answered, "The one who treated him with mercy."
Jesus said to him, "Go and do likewise."

Frankly, I am of the opinion that this action on the part of the president of the United States of America
should be crafted by congress as the first article of impeachment.  I am also convinced that it is time to bring jugement down on this poor excuse for a human being.


Friday, February 08, 2019

BORDER WALLS - WASTE OF RESOURCES - FRUITS OF HATRED



The other day I received one note that made the argument that we need a wall on the southern border for the same reason that we lock our car and our house door.  The statement about the locking of the car and the house door made me smile and I wanted to check the mental and spiritual environment that brought the smile on.  Turns out that the smile is still there.  It comes from the long dissertation about theft and personal property in chapter 22 of Exodus.  It is there that the first-born male donkey does not have to be sacrificed, but can be redeemed with another animal.  I smiled because our cars might be our donkeys!  Hmmm?  I had an interesting presentation about this chapter when I took the parishioners through a study of the Pentateuch. 
There are a couple of thoughts that I have about keys and walls and human migration.
a.We never really know if the habit of locking our car is really bringing us the result that we intend.  Our car can be a large part of our life, but it is rarely, if ever the greatest portion of our life.  For most of us, we never get to know if there was an attempt to steal it.  So, we really cannot boast that our habit is effective, protective behavior.  Of course, donkeys don’t come with keys, and that’s what made me smile.  The same could be said of our house.
b.The social teachings of the Law of Moses concerning theft are quite strict, especially when it comes to livestock.  Since I do not have livestock, no worries there.
c.I have a son who, in 20+ years, has never locked his car, anywhere, any time.  Right here in the heart of one of the most diverse sections of San Diego … Ethnic and Religious, Legal and Illegal.  Is it luck or is it human respect for someone else’s property?
Border walls

I was in Jordan for three days at the beginning of December.  There are no border fences in Jordan. King Abdullah II doesn’t believe in them. Jordan is a small country.  The ratio of refugees to citizens  is unusually high.  Jordan is clean, free of military on the streets, free education and good health care.
Israel, just across the river, has a wall.  It doesn’t bring peace to Israel.  The streets of Israel are heavily patrolled by armed forces.  They are prisoners of their own wall.  I was in Bethlehem for three nights, including one night in the city square where there were some 5,000 people and not a metal detector in sight. There was armed security on patrol but the surrounding coffee and shawarma shops were doing a booming business.  Catholics, Orthodox, Muslims and Atheists enjoying a Christian ceremony, lighting of the Christmas Tree.
Border walls are useless artifacts.  The guy on the link you sent who said that the existing wall works had to say that because he was in front of Power.  Plus, it seems to be that no matter what percentage of deterrence is achieved, it never gets to 100% success.   Walls work a bit for a while…until both sides get used to having them.  The longer they stand, the less deterrence they provide.  Those on this side are lulled into over-confidence.  Those on that side invent ways to circumvent the inconvenience.  Those on this side and on that side grow in the hatred and distrust of the enemy on the other side.  Never has there been a wall that was never breeched.  The burning of Rome (64 AD) and the destruction of Jerusalem (70 AD) are only two examples that come to mind as reminders of wall failures.
Finally, walls are the result of demagoguery.  They are erected as a result of hatred, not of love.  The law of God does not call for walls.  The law of God calls for mutual support and hospitality.  The law of God provides for stiff penalties to the criminals.  The penalties are part of the law because the criminal insults God Himself, not just the offended human.  The law of God does not call for punishing the foreigner who comes to your land.  God tells His people to treat the foreigner with loving mercy in remembrance of their captivity in Egypt.  Nowhere in God’s Law will you read that a country without borders is not a country.  We lock our cars and our homes because they are human artifacts.  We make laws to control entry into our space and the behavior that we expect in order to keep ourselves safe and mutually supportive, we and those who come to us. 
A short reading of the Bible will make it clear about where the legal disputations were held … at the gates of the of the wall.  Both, the foreigner and the citizen had equal access to the process.  Without that equal access, the walls came down over time.  Through the centuries walls have come and gone.  They have proven to be monumental wastes of resources because those who hide behind them always fall to those with the freedom to roam and to learn and to develop.

It is interesting that after 235 years of being a constitutional republic we should have arrived at such a level of hatred.  Or maybe, it is simply a continuing moment of the cruel hatred that Christians visited on the indigenous people of this land, the imported slaves from Africa, the Chinese and the Japanese.  Let it be a warning that the average life expectancy of republics is but 300 years.  Yes, republics that count on walls for security do not insure themselves of greater longevity.  Believe me, a wall is not a life sustaining ingredient of Making America Great Again.

Post Script

I have lived, studied and worked in four countries: Italy, France, Philippines and Mexico.  I lived through the Ferdinand Marcos coup in the Philippines.  Donald Trump is following the Marcos Play book.  But that is not what I want to expose.  I want to talk about the soul of the United States of America.
I arrived in Rome, Italy in very early October of 1961.  I was to be there for four years in order to earn a Master’s Degree in Theology.  This was three years after the universally acclaimed book, “The Ugly American.”  (15 years after WW II) I was blessed by the fact that I was a multi-lingual, multi-cultural American.  So, I escaped the snide characterizations of some of my classmates.  Some of whom were indeed “Ugly Americans.”  

After some four months, when I was getting a little proficient in the Italian language, an Italian classmate told me, “I wondered why some of the older people say that it’s a good thing to be conquered by the Americans because then they will help you to reconstruct.  You are perhaps one of those.”

Ever since then, I think of that a lot.  I think of the Marshall Plan, I think of NATO, I think of Japan…  I think of the reconstruction assistance, both structural and social, and I wonder where the acrimony in our present situation comes from.  I wonder what has happened to the reverence that we had for Ghandi, for Mandela, for Churchill, for Nasser, for Gorbachev, for Ben-Gurion?        
Thanks to the respect that we as a nation showed these people the world has been relatively, mutually respectful across the board. 
The United States of America used to have the most unguarded, friendly borders, north and south, of all nations in the world.  Who’s the demagogue who will take the prize for putting us in second place?   Who’s the demagogue who will wear the dictatorial crown on the northern side of the wall?