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What a week! The gut wrenching anniversary of 9/11 always does a number on my psyche. I’m not sure I have ever mentioned it, but within 36 hours of the original 9/11, a State Fair winning ribbon of shingles came for a nice, long 6 weeks visit to my temple shanty of a body.

The wrongheaded decisions in the aftermath of 9/11 caused the President this week, now thirteen years later, to reluctantly speak to the nation about terrorism. To everyone’s surprise, the terrorism he was talking about wasn’t in the NFL.

It seems the all too sad realities of domestic violence only become a national topic of conversation when there’s a video of the actual roundhouse punch. I guess we can delude ourselves into believing a woman being dragged out of an elevator like a lifeless sack of flour is the victim of a freak Muzak overdose — unless and until we see the actual haymaker delivered by her soon-to-be husband.

It’s been nice not having the Congress around for five weeks or so. As good Congress critters should, I’m sure they’ve been diligently studying social policy and science especially the Old Testament parts. For those whose expertise is in foreign policy, I’m sure they have been emailing a certain Nigerian Prince about his current financial liquidity problems.

With Congress coming back to D.C., I find myself wanting to escape to the movies, but good movies this summer have been as rare as hen’s teeth. The two biggest movies of the summer have been Guardians of the Galaxy, a movie about a gang of misfits thrown together sorta like the Tea Party caucus, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or Mitch McConnell, the Early Years.

What has been somewhat amazing is that the end of life as we know it didn’t happen this summer. Remember, Obamacare was supposed to herald the end times — pestilence-ridden streets where insurance CEOs had to scrape by on meager eight-figure salaries. Then there was the southern invasion of what Rep. Steve King termed, an influx of cantaloupe-calved 8 and 9 year olds. Luckily, quick thinking Homeland Security professionals had plenty DVDs of Mitch McConnell, the Early Years to assuage these pint-sized invaders.

Putin was a problem this summer, but that is to be expected when you have a megalomaniac who would be denied a quarter pounder based upon shirt requirements. One positive this summer, Kim Jong Dumb’Un has been relatively quiet — I guess killing your uncle gives one pause to reflect.

There was bad news and then good news associated with the African outbreak of the Ebola virus. The bad news was there was an outbreak of the Ebola virus. The good news is there seems to be some new type of medication that might be able to help or at least it looks that way. The medicine is fabricated through the genetic altering of tobacco. I’m sure the tobacco companies are already test-marketing Joe Camel vs. the Mozambique Man.

So all in all, this summer has been one big “meh” — nothing great, nothing so disastrous that it didn’t have the potential for something positive. Sadly, we lost two “greats” this summer — Robin Williams and Joan Rivers. Having grown up with them, I feel as if I somehow knew them and so their passing seems to hurt more than other celebrities.

Last Tuesday I had the sentence in my E I E I, Oh… post, “Unfortunately, the innocence of childhood is not a chronic condition and likewise, the opportunity for twilight atonement is a fast-passing blur of missed fortunes.” I was kinda proud of that sentence until my lifelong best friend gently, as only as best friend can, told me, “That sentence sucks!”

What I was trying to say was this: It’s too bad maturity eats away at our innocence because there’s never enough time to right our inevitable wrongs. The key is what we do in between those two milestones.

So for your weekend viewing pleasure, I leave you with a couple of examples from the greats we lost this summer. One who never lost his child-like innocence and the other one, who never seemed to regret.

Have a great weekend.

 

 

 

Good afternoon Widdershins.  I hope everyone is safe, warm, and dry from this wintry figment of our imaginations about changing climatic conditions.  For the 2% of rent-a-scientists who don’t believe in climate change may they find a nice flag pole upon which to wag their weary tongues.

Fredster graciously allowed me to go ahead and post this piece before it got too stale since it was originally scheduled for yesterday. Thanks Fredster.

Siege of Tyre 332 BCThe year 332 B.C.  Alexander the Great is on his world tour — killing, pillaging, and enslaving anyone who might have the audacity to not yet be conquered.  Alexander and his posse roll up to Tyre.  Tyre is a coastal town with an island fortress about a kilometer off-shore.  The women and children have been sent away.  The men folk and soldiers have taken shelter on the island fortress.

Alexander must conquer because that’s what he does — it‘s just how he rolls.  Here at Tyre, he first sends out a set of envoys to see if the Tyrians might be amenable to surrender.  Nope, not interested is the answer.  Alexander wants to make sure the Tyrians know he’s called “the Great” for a reason, so he sends out another group of emissaries.  To make just as sure Alexander gets the message, the Tyrians promptly kill the envoys and pitch their lifeless bodies over the walls.  Copy that — message received.

At the time, Alexander has no navy.  He envisions building a causeway out to the island.  It’s easy at first because the water is shallow — only about two feet deep, but closer to the island the water becomes deeper.  Alexander builds two huge towers engineered with catapults and archery stations and he moves them to the end of the causeway bridge.  Alexander thinks he’s making progress.

The Tyrians promptly outfit some flat-bottomed boats with kindling, oil, and other combustibles, light it, and send it on its way to the causeway.  The lack of fire safety codes in 332 B.C. pretty much seals the fate of the soon to be burning towers.

While the bridge was a great idea, it simply didn’t work.  Alexander was forced to call upon the navies of city/states he had already conquered to finish with the island of Tyre.  You can read the complete story here.

Why did I waste three-hundred words on the Siege of Tyre?  It is pretty famous in terms of demonstrating strategic outside-the-box thinking, but it is more useful in illustrating a fool’s errand by asking the question, “You have a bunch of people by their own choice on an isolated island and outside of wanting to conquer them (because that‘s what you know), why not leave them alone to their own solitary demise?”

Tuesday, I was reminded of the lesson of Tyre after reading about the House of Representative’s pseudo-impeachment hearing and then again reminded of it after Obama’s speech on Wednesday.

President Obama has spent five years trying to find a way to charm the far-right wing dominated by the Tea Party, Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, and other sundry wack-a-doodles.  While not Tyre, it certainly is “Tired Island”.  He’s sent emissaries.  He’s tried capitulation.  He’s allowed them to set the debate.  He’s tried to build bridges, but the bridges have been repeatedly burned.

Much like Alexander, Obama believes in his own awesomeness.  I truly believe as “President/community organizer” he thought he could convince the far right-wing of, if not his awesomeness, the awesomeness of his logic and policies.  Obama failed to appreciate that on “Tired Island,” there are millions of emotionally motivated people living in a world where there is little science, there is little logic, and most of all, there are few discernible facts servicing a myriad of manufactured story lines.

The lack of a neck is a post-Pelican evolutionary trait allowing for whole biscuit swallowing...

The lack of a neck is a post-Pelican evolutionary trait allowing for whole biscuit swallowing…

For a moment let’s talk about a few of the denizens of the right’s Tired Island.   You have Darrell Issa whose every sentence is a noun, verb, and the word “scandal”.  There’s Steve “Electrocute Illegals like Cattle” King, there’s Steve “Drugs in the underwear” Stockman, Kent “Obama’s got coodies” Bentivolio, Louie “Cantaloupe Calves” Gohmert, Trey “Wanna do some blow” Radel, Duncan “Let’s use little nukes on Iran” Hunter, Blake “Birther” Farenthold (he’s the one at right who looks like he just swallowed the whole Smurf clan), and then there’s Michele Bachmann and what can you say other than, then there’s Michele Bachmann.

On Issa’s committee, 13 out of 22 Republican members have called for impeachment.  These 13 are joined by about three dozen others who have threatened impeachment.  We Widdershins first discussed this coming shift of political emphasis from Obamacare to impeachment last October.  On Tired Island such talk isn’t going away any time soon.

With Obama having but 37 months left in office, he needs to stop the fool’s errand of building bridges to Tired Island.  His self-annointed awesomeness is not going to rehabilitate the inmates.  Eventually, the denizens of Tired Island will run out of energy and given the demographics, that might be sooner rather than later.

There are hopeful signs.  At the ALEC conclave this week, The Guardian got hold of some pretty sensitive internal documents showing 60 corporations had financially abandoned ALEC over “stand your ground“ laws in light of the killing of Trayvon Martin.  The hole blown in their budget has forced them to consider changing this conservative corporate/legislative dating service to a 501(c)(4) in order to keep their donors a secret.

With 3 years and one month to go, the President might have finally accepted the far-right “just isn’t that into him.”  Perhaps he will turn his attention to unemployment, infrastructure improvements, immigration, “too big to fail” financial institutions, voting rights, gun safety, or anything that is not mollycoddling the fringers on Tired Island.  If he keeps trying to build bridges over to Tired Island, he needs to consider:  What will he do if he gets there?  If the past is prologue, I’d direct his attention to the fate of Alexander’s second set of emissaries.

This is an open thread.

Morning Widdershin friends — for those of you in the Northeast who are in the path of the projected blizzard, why not consider giving the guys who drive the snowplows a ride to work?

As a kid, no matter how sick I was, I always felt better after watching a rerun of The Andy Griffith Show.  I loved Nip it in the budMayberry and all of its characters.  There was Andy spinning homespun life lessons, Floyd coiffing on Main Street, Goober selling his quarter a gallon gasoline, Aunt Bee who was Mayberry’s first feminist who could whip up the best fried chicken this side of Mt. Pilot, but also pilot an airplane, and then there was Barney Fife.

Barney was my personal favorite — totally lacking a whit of self-awareness, always acting like a Chihuahua trying to herd a Brahma bull, and always managing to find the most negative aspect in the most positive situations.  For good measure, if it was going to rain on a parade, Barney would always bring his own watering can.  Undoubtedly, Barney Fife was one of the all time greatest teevee characters — so successful was Don Knotts’ Barney Fife that he became type cast as the well-meaning, but clueless, bumbling brunt of jokes in a lifetime litany of sitcoms.

The Republican Party has come to remind me of Deputy Fife.  Just two months from a campaign where you heard nothing but the dystopian disasters awaiting us unless the Ayn Randian wrecking crew was elected, there is not one grandiosely Ayn Randballyhooed campaign policy that is dared to be whispered in polite political circles.  To hear them tell it, they were the Knights Templar standing between us and a stock market crash, the dollar being in free fall, continuing housing market doldrums, crippling deficits, skyrocketing interest rates, and general economic collapse as our Chinese bankers and overlords came to foreclose on our way of life.

Isn’t it amazing that not a mewl or chirp can be heard of any of their policy prescriptions just two months after they were spewed at us with so much Citizens United dark money.  I find this remarkable as we look at just the last couple of weeks — the stock market hitting pre-2008 levels, the housing market rebounding, the deficit projected to be down by almost a half trillion dollars, interest rates continuing at near historic lows, and of all the industrialized economies of the world, while others are experiencing double and triple dip recessions, we are the envy.  While job creation is still slow, the November and December job numbers were revised upwards by a quarter million and January’s job creation exceeded expectations.

In the face of all this optimism, just like Barney Fife, the Republican leadership can be heard to say, “Yeah, but…”

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