I cannot believe on a day when two past Presidents, a past Secretary of State, a former Attorney General and a former head of National Intelligence were targeted with mailed pipe bombs, our current President is going through with one of his WWE-style campaign rallies in Speaker Paul Ryan’s state of Wisconsin.
More unbelievably, those awaiting his arrival are continuing to chant “lock her up.”
Human decency has been aborted by those who claim to defend the right to life.
There are fewer “better angels” among us any more because the GOP is no longer the Party of Lincoln. Or even of Reagan or either Bushes.
We no longer live in the “United” States Lincoln gave his life to preserve. He also gave his life for the Republican Party. And it has taken that gift and treated it as if it were trash.
For what? Tax cuts for the wealthy and corporations? Control of the Supreme Court?
Well congratulations. It has only cost us everything else we have ever been or aspired to be.
I am so angry at where this country has landed in just two short years. The only thing I have left to cling to is the knowledge I DID NOT VOTE FOR THIS. I refused to give my vote to Trump and departed a GOP voting record that stretched from Reagan through Romney.
I refused to sell my soul or dilute my vote by giving it to someone other than Hillary Clinton. Do I think she was a perfect choice? No. But I could clearly see she was the much better one.
I am equally angry at the GOP’s Congressional leaders and every member of the Republican House and Senate. Cowards, enablers and opportunists all.
(Apologies to Jeff Flake, Lisa Murkwski, Ben Sasse and Marco Rubio – you have your moments, but you are each complicit too. You are not consistent in trying to stop the great evil you know is befalling this nation.)
I am aging. In a few decades, I will be dust.
But my son and daughter-in-law, my nieces and nephews and their children will still be here. I fear for their futures.
I don’t remember the exact quote from Hubble’s essay. It was something about how things had always come too easily for his protagonist. That he lived in a country of ice cream dreams that were melting. Or something like that.
If Robert Redford’s character didn’t say that exactly in The Way We Were, he should have. It would have been prescient.
Because we have been a country of ice cream dreams. And we are melting.
I don’t remember too much about the 50s. I was a toddler. My memories start pretty much at kindergarten. I entered First Grade in 1960.
Everyone had a shining vision of our country then. The American dream was still possible even for a poorer family like mine.
In my family, the arguments were about the Chicago Cubs versus the Detroit Tigers versus the St. Louis Cardinals. Politics didn’t enter into our daily considerations except in a Presidential election year.
My mother, anti-Catholic though she was (boy would she be mad at me now!), she LOVED JFK. We were not a Goldwater family either.
In fact, the only political argument I remember before Trump was one I had with another Fourth Grade student. Her family was FOR Goldwater. Maybe most in my small town were.
Hey, it was Northeastern Indiana. Fort Wayne was the “big city.” Corn was growing everywhere. I knew only a couple of people rebellious enough to smoke pot in high school. I wouldn’t even drink 3.2 beer from Ohio!
Of course my parents were against “hippies,” even if I can remember watching Laugh-In with my Mom. We watched Gunsmoke and Perry Mason too.
Most startlingly, she let me watch The Defenders during the season TV first aired the word “abortion” in a script. It aired in 1962 ( I was seven) and was called “The Benefactor.” It was a storyline about lawyers defending a doctor who performs abortions.
I guess my Mom was more progressive than I thought. Then again, like I said, I was seven. She probably didn’t expect the program would make an impact on me and thought the concept would go over my head. But the show did and the word didn’t.
Maybe it was because I grew up being told that my birth mother didn’t want me. So the idea of someone not wanting their own child has always been a scary proposition to me.
So yes, I believe life begins at conception. Since I was seven. And I believe in human dignity across life’s spectrum. For everyone, regardless of race, sex, religious affiliation, sexual orientation, sexual identity, age, and all that jazz.
I think Jesus is with me on this one.
Contraception might be another matter. I believe in the use of condoms, for reasons of health as much as anything. And I have no problem with scientific advances that allow infertile couples to have children. Though I wish more people would consider adoption, too.
I can imagine a person being so worn out from chronic or a devastating illness that they might choose to end their life. I personally don’t believe in prolonged efforts to extend life. I believe in natural death.
So I am liberal in some regards, more conservative in others. I guess I am a political unicorn, that vanishing thing called a centrist.
This year, for the first time in decades, I will #VoteBlue. As I told a friend this morning, I would rather bring a conservative perspective on abortion to a party that gets all the other human rights issues correct. Sadly, that is no longer the GOP in the time of Trump.
I hear so many people say they don’t like his style but they like his policies.
When you have to give up every value of human decency just to have tax cuts for the rich and corporate America, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When you dangle the lives of DREAMers like a cat toy that you intend never be “caught” because it is too good a political weapon, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When you are okay with human vivisection because the Saudis MIGHT buy weapons of war from you, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When you pull out of a nuclear treaty with Russia on a whim and start talking about expanding nuclear armament and starting another Cold War that could turn hot, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When you say the press is the enemy of the people and celebrate a Congressman who was convicted of misdemeanor assault against a journalist, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When you are willing to give cover to a President and say he was just kidding when he brings that incident up in celebratory fashion at a rally, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When you are willing to let the President pepper the people with daily lies, obstruct justice, violate the Emoluments Clause of the Constitution, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When you are told peaceful protesting with signs is “mob rule” while Nazis march with Tiki torches in Charlottesville and get a pass, that is a bridge I choose not to cross. Especially when one of the Nazis runs over and kills a woman.
When our kids can’t go peacefully to school unless their teachers are armed, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
When the richest country in the world wants to make healthcare, education, homeownership and retirement a benefit for the privileged few, that is a bridge I choose not to cross.
Fortunately, mine is a faith that says when my conscience tells me a preponderance of evidence shows a candidate does not value the total experience and dignity of human life, even if that candidate is anti-abortion, it is okay to vote for the candidate who isn’t.
While some Catholics think we are a one-issue Church, our universality fortunately is proof we are not.
And when your ice cream dream of your country has melted, you have to vote to save it to keep the authoritarian sea at bay. That is the bridge you must cross.
And your vote is the only life-preserver you’ve got.
Like most of the world, I am aghast at the horrifying death of Washington Post journalist Jamal Khashoggi. The horrible way in which he is presumed to have died is unthinkable – yet it happened.
Unlike President Donald Trump, I don’t think Khashoggi “appears” to be dead. I am certain of it. The reporting has been too consistent on the details from all credible sources that are not Fox News. ( As a former reporter, let me assure you that the way journalism works, the more media outlets that confirm and report the EXACT same findings, the LESS the likelihood that news is “fake.”)
Meanwhile, Fox evidently is helping spread conspiracy theories to defame Khashoggi, as if that somehow makes it justified to kill another human being by vivisection.
Because of the many horrible ways to die, to be cut apart while still alive has to be the equivalent of being burned at the stake or crucified.
But Trump cannot internalize that horror. At a rally in Montana tonight, he gloated in the admitted misdemeanor assault Rep. Greg Gianforte (R-MT) visited on a reporter by clotheslining the journalist while Gianforte was running for Congress.
But somehow is it is the Democrats – not the Republicans – who are the “unruly mob.”
Trump’s violent rhetoric will someday visit violence on a journalist on our own soil. If he finds it “unfortunate” that the world is taking notice of what Saudi Arabia’s rulers have done to Khashoggi, he will wither under the glare of attention that will be focused on him should a death of a U.S. reporter be committed on our own soil.
When a supposed Christian leader goes on the 700 Club and says that arms sales to Saudi Arabia are more important than murder, you know that God is doing a face plant emoji at the total desecration of the Ten Commandments by those who proclaim His Word to millions on TV.
“Thou shalt not kill” is pretty specific and unambiguous on God’s list of the top ten things in life you shouldn’t do in order to live according to Divine Law.
In fact, when it comes to weapons of war, God’s own opinion about war and its weapons is made plain:
“And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning hooks: nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war anymore.” (Isaiah 2:4)
One cannot help but hope that one day God will rebuke a President that places so little on the value of a human life and so much on an arms deal that hasn’t even gotten beyond a statement of intent – as well as a televangelist who clearly feels the same.
For theirs is a desert of the spirit where God’s commands are covered by the sands of war’s spoils.
Like Benjamin Button, I am aging backwards – at least politically.
As one ages, supposedly one’s politics become more conservative. While I voted Republican for many years, I now find myself – two years into Trump’s Presidency – wondering how or why I ever could.
Perhaps it was spending too many years in the lower level echelons of staff management positions in corporate America. Most especially in my days at Pacific Gas and Electric in media relations and other PR positions.
While the company certainly courted politicians of both parties (I was among a group of PG&Eers to have drinks with John Kerry in a San Francisco hotel bar one evening), during the 80’s when I worked there, the internal political preference was decidedly Republican.
For example, the SF Corporate Communications group was in awe of itself at being able to claim Caspar Weinberger’s daughter on staff. I don’t think it would have mattered if she put in a lick of work or not, they were just so happy to cite the association.
But when I think back on what the GOP itself really stood for in terms of policy and practice, it didn’t match my id on social justice issues, especially after the Tea Party came to power.
But then again, I was more busy living my own life than in thinking about the fate of the world back then. Decency and democratic ideals did not seem quite so imperiled as they do today.
Even Reagan could use the words “shining city on a hill” and sound genuine about it.
I also wasn’t active on Twitter. It has put me back in touch with my journalistic roots. I take personal offense when Trump calls the media “enemies of the people,” even though my press credentials from California show them to be from 30+ years ago.
It was a time in my life when I felt what I was doing – even in the journalistic microcosm of a community newspaper – counted for something larger than myself. It felt like I was of service, the way I do now in my Ministry outreach work through Church.
My personal idealism feels revived and more akin to how I saw life as an 18-year-old embarking on adulthood. I feel more clear-eyed in my political thinking again, the way it felt before all the compromises of living and earning a living set in.
At 65, I have nothing left to prove and no one to impress. It is a new mantra I am trying to hold onto because it frees me to do what I really want to do and express how I really feel. I am once again authentic, like the Velveteen Rabbit after its furry coat has been made shiny.
I am also evolving and exploring things like Millennial political thought. Yes, I realize I am part of the gerontological group they feel is depriving them of a future. Baby Boomer = Bust to them.
But those who have been made politically aware by school shootings and other societal ills remind me of my generation in its youth, before we became prosperous and satisfied with the quo of our status in life.
I pray the same does not happen to Millennials as they age. Even if they have killed off Kraft food cheese slices.
So I guess that adage about never being too old to learn something new is full of truth.
After all, I am even following Taylor Swift on Twitter now.
It is Sunday night of the Kavanaugh confirmation weekend.
I have been to Mass. I will do yoga before bed. I am ready for some spiritual healing.
But I am not ready to give up. I am not willing to stand idly by and let Donald Trump ruin the principles and institutions on which this country was founded.
As the current party of power, I am not willing to let the GOP – now the Party of Trump – take us all down the Vichy path.
We already know where that path leads. To an authoritarianism based on one’s skin color and place of prestige in society. To fascism, which my Dictionary app defines as “a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism.”
We aren’t completely there yet, but we already hit many notes along the political scale:
A dictator having complete power. While he is not there yet, Trump admires dictators much more than those of representative governments. And with the GOP controlling both the House and the Senate; with a nominally Republican Executive Branch; and with the Supreme Court now shaped in the image of Mitch McConnell and the ideology of the Federalist Society and the Heritage Foundation; Trump certainly has more power available to him than one would have supposed in 2016 when he was first sworn in.
Forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism. While we are not yet at the point of “disappearing” journalists and leaders of government institutions, we have a President who will denigrate anyone, anytime, any place, so long as he can get the crowd to scream ‘lock her up” and get them to laugh at the expense of a survivor of sexual assault for their entertainment. (GOP women, if you think this one day won’t extend to you, you are kidding yourselves.) Now women who march in protest, who confront Congress in its halls to register their positions on issues that matter to them are “mobs.” It would be one thing if it were just Trump doing this. But McConnell, Senators Lindsey Graham and John Cornyn and others have followed him over the cliff. And they think somehow they won’t be crushed on history’s rocks for doing it. Then of course, there are the “enemy of the people,” aka any reporter not working for Fox News. No need to belabor that point.
Regimenting all industry and commerce: With his tariffs and trade wars, with his desire to restore industries that long ago passed from the economy, Trump is trying to return us to our manufacturing past. But that is not our future. Nor is it the way the free enterprise system works. Nor can we put the global genie back in the bottle, despite trying to destroy things like net neutrality and every trade agreement of the last 70 years. As our economic opportunities have evolved, the world has become smaller in its interconnection of the supply chain. Trump is trying to re-forge it. I am just wondering what products and services we will do without going forward because companies cannot get the materials or intellectual talent we need. Perhaps we will all be eating soybeans for breakfast, lunch and dinner going forward. Start ginning up recipes for their use, oh ye chefs.
Emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism. Well, when your slogan to your European allies is “America First,” and you have actually turned Canada into an enemy, I think that covers the “aggressive nationalism” pretty well. And when you are dogged about building a physical wall on our southern border when what is really needed is greater cyber security walls, well, your eye is on the wrong ball. Speaking of balls, scapegoating NFL players for kneeling quietly in protest during the national anthem to protest high-profile shootings of 12-year-olds like Tamir Rice because he was holding a toy gun…yes, that will likely create racial division and stoke tensions. We don’t even need to revisit Charlottesville.
I know all these things have been written about before. And there are plenty of better educated writers on the subject of totalitarian governments than I with more comprehensive credentials and experiences than my own.
But if I, a 65-year-old retiree sitting here in my suburban Atlanta living room can see the eve of the destruction of the Party of Lincoln, why can’t its leaders?
I don’t know how to make all this stop. All I can do is prepare myself spiritually, mentally, emotionally and morally for what is to come:
To be willing to speak at the risk of being labeled a “witch” by Vladimir Putin and to protest while alleged to be paid by George Soros. ( Gee, don’t I wish! It is tough living on fixed income. Anyone have his number?)
To be told that because I stand in solidarity with other women who have been sexually assaulted and harassed, I am either “trailer trash” according to Graham, or part of a radical mob ( McConnell.)
One thing my spiritual life has taught me is to have faith, show mercy and pray for God’s grace and provision.
What I have re-learned in the last two years is the power of my voice, my vote and my convictions.
What I have learned from history is that one never gives up and never gives in to a government that would suppress its citizens in any way.
Especially from a podium at a rally that has the air of a circus of hate, rage and derision.
Right now, I am trying very hard not to think about Brett Kavanaugh while simultaneously watching MSNBC Senate coverage and occasionally tweeting. I am not sure why.
Yesterday’s blog was titled along the lines of whether or not, in this #MeToo moment, anything I had previously blogged or said in messages to Senators even mattered.
It was reading last night’s WSJ Kavanaugh apology tour that I knew it hadn’t.
I do not know with 100% surety that Brett Kavanaugh assaulted Dr. Christine Blasey Ford – neither do I know he didn’t.
We would need a more robust FBI investigation for that.
For me, the spectacle of his enraged testimony last Thursday compared with her attempt to stay composed as she recounted what she remembered happening to her was the clincher.
His mask dropped. The partisan Brett Kavanaugh he was during his early career is not that far below the surface of the jurist.
And the meanness he might have displayed in his high school and college years while under the influence was scary to me because in his performance, I could imagine it.
But then, I always find men’s anger ugly. It absolutely cows me.
It was ugly in my alcoholic father when he came home at night and berated and demeaned my mother for no good reason.
It was ugly on Lindsey Graham’s face in every interview he has given this past week, and his ugly implication that all one had to do to find a woman who will willingly lie about being sexually assaulted is to drive through a trailer park, handing out $100 bills.
Basically, Graham was calling women who claim sexual assault “trailer trash.” (That phrase mine, interpreting what he said.)
It was very ugly on the face of Brett Kavanaugh. His rage.
As a sexual assault survivor and victim of multiple instances of sexual harassment, it was scary to look upon.
When I see the face of justice, I imagine it as having no discernible emotion. Not until all have been heard and a judge has weighed testimony and evidence in the context of the law and how it has been applied in prior cases, how it applies in the case now being heard.
I do not trust Brett Kavanaugh to have the face of justice any more. I am willing to be wrong. But it will have to be proven over time.
Meanwhile, I believe this country needs a course correction. It will not come at the hands of the GOP, despite the dearest wishes of Jeff Flake.
Which is why for the first time since Reagan, I will be voting Blue down the line – unless there are credible reasons not to.
At the moment, I can’t think of any.
In the meantime, after Nicole Wallace’s hour is over and I have taken a long, hot bath, I will be reading Hannah Arendt on “The Origins of Totalitarianism.”
Because, dear friends, we are already many years headed down that path.
I just pray my vote this November is not too late. And that the ones I cast before can be ameliorated.
My 16 1/2-year-old cat is slowly dying from kidney failure. That she has lasted this long is a combination of kitty dialysis (running fluids to expel toxins) and feeding her Chik-fil-A (just the meat, not the coating; and before you suggest it, she won’t eat it grilled.)
I am fighting an infection with an antibiotic that has side effects that limit me more than the original infection. And thanks to sitting in the ER for more than 3 hours to get meds, I seem to have a virus on top of it. ( Still, I am a big believer in flu shots – if you haven’t yet, get yours.)
And as a survivor of sexual assault (twice) and multiple instances of sexual harassment in the workplace, I am so dispirited by the political discourse (or in the case of the GOP, its lack of civility therein), I don’t even want to get up off the couch. With all due respect to Senator Jeff Flake (R-AZ) not withstanding.
I am tired of hearing how aggrieved Donald Trump is about women who make up false stories about him. I am sure given his fame and wealth, it has happened.
Just as I equally believe Stormy Daniels had sex with him only four months after Melania Trump gave birth and then was later paid hush money to keep from hurting his electoral chances on the heels of the “Access Hollywood” tape.
Is it fair that someone would accuse him falsely? Of course not.
But maybe it should give him an inkling of how women survivors feel when they are asked about whether or not they were provocatively dressed; how much were they drinking; are they a spurned woman; did they send a “yes” signal and decide after it was “no.”
(Or, if Lindsey Graham is asking, did you ever live in a trailer park/possess a $100 bill.)
Trump of all people should know how hard it is to disprove a negative. (Oh wait, he doesn’t; he has just learned that if you tell enough lies, bully enough people and create enough chaos, people forget what the last allegation was because there is yet another new one taking its place and soaking up all attention.)
I am also exhausted because I feel I have said and done all I can. I have called my own Senators and ones who are not my Senators about Brett Kavanaugh’s possible Confirmation.
I have tweeted them all so much I am sure I have a reputation as a troll somewhere. I have blogged really personal information that was not in my original vision of how my blogs would be styled.
But I felt it was important because I did have a story to contribute and because I know Trump had a list of at least 24 other potential jurists just as conservative as Kavanaugh who will not take a place on the Supreme Court carrying the baggage and unresolved questions he will carry: about Dr, Blasey Ford’s accusation and those of others, about his political impartiality and about his temperament – not as an 18-year-old but now, after 50+ years of living.
No, I no longer consider myself a member of the GOP. In his manner and method, Trump raped me of my willingness to be called a Republican.
Because I am more center right than most Democrats, I guess you could say I “caucus” with them. And I admittedly resist the Trump Administration and its decimating policies.
But I guess in our divided political nation, that makes me a member of Kellyanne Conway’s “vast left wing conspiracy.”
(How hysterical she would co-opt a phrase made famous by Hillary Clinton. Or is it irony? Don’t know. Don’t really care.🤷🏼♀️)
I just know the only recourses I have going forward remain my Twitter account and this blog. I am opposed to Donald Trump and have been since Day One. As a Republican voter.
I am so sorry to see him destroy the party of Lincoln.
Most importantly, I still have my vote, no matter how I self-identify on the political spectrum – or how others might suggest to identify me. (Sisterhood, at Wa Po’s Jennifer Rubin!)
I will be using that vote in November.
Even if you are as sick as I currently am, have a cat that’s dying and are appalled at what has been happening these past two weeks – including the shaming of a sexual assault victim by the President of the United States and the now scary likes of Graham – I pray you will use your vote too.
Tuesday evenings my prayer group regularly meets. I have been with this group for seven years, but the last three years, ministry meetings often interfered. So they were surprised to see me turn up at the last-minute this evening.
After opening prayers, we listen to the upcoming Sunday Mass readings and then discuss them.
God must have a sense of humor, because this coming weekend’s readings start with the creation of Eve as a “partner” for Adam. That is the reading coming off two weeks of Supreme Court drama involving a “she said,” “he said” situation as I write this.
Think about it. Adam seemed to have everything. He lived in the garden of Eden. He had every tree and plant that provided good nutrition. He got to name every beast God presented him. He walked and talked with God himself in the garden.
Eden was Paradise, a word literally from the Greek that means “a pleasure park.” With God as his friend. Yet it wasn’t enough for Adam.
In fact, God himself acknowledged “It is not good for the man to be alone.”
According to Genesis 2:18-24, God caused Adam to fall into a deep sleep, took one of his ribs from his side and created a woman out of the rib. When she was brought to Adam, his response was:
“This one, at last, is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; this one shall be called ‘woman,’ for out of ‘her man’ this one has been taken.” Genesis 2:23
In Hebrew, woman translates as “ishsha.” From it comes the word ishah (her man).
The author of Genesis says this is why a man leaves his father and mother and clings to his “wife,” and the two become “one body.”
If you combine that last sentence with the Hebrew translations above, taken together they do not indicate a man dominates, but “he” belongs to “her.”
Or at least that is the way I am choosing to interpret it.
That’s an important distinction coming off a week in which it seemed like male dominance – well, predominated.
I have never seen so much anger and so many red faces on men in my life at one time as I saw on the GOP side of the Senate Judiciary seating.
I guess it is because they see their cultural Eden slipping away from them. They are no longer Masters of the Universe. Or at least, they can see they won’t hold that power for very much longer.
As Bob Dylan sang clear back in 1964, “The times they are a-changin.”
Many people didn’t like it then, when it involved full Civil Rights protections for blacks and the final push for desegregation of public spaces and schools, as well as ensuring voting protections.
Clearly they don’t like it now, when the #MeToo movement is adding fervor back into the life of women who have been physically violated, sexually harassed or been treated with less than equity and dignity when they have the same skill sets, talents and credentials as their male peers.
Despite all his amped up rage about how hard he worked to get where he was in life, the truth is that Brett Kavanaugh had things pretty much handed to him. He started life at Georgetown Prep, a Jesuit and elite private school on the East Coast. He was a Yale legacy student. Okay, he was a smart Eli, got good grades and went on to Yale Law School.
So have a lot of men. And a lot of women, for that matter.
Then either fate or the right connections land him in a fellowship with Judge Kenneth Starr, and he becomes an integral part of the team pursuing Bill Clinton for impeachment and the lead in drafting the Starr Report (hands up from those, like I, who actually read the darned thing.) He was hell-bent on seeing Clinton impeached.
From there he goes on to work for the G.W. Bush presidential campaign (doesn’t everybody who lifts a few weights and drinks a few ‘skis’ and was somehow “disadvantaged” and had to “work his butt off?”) He again played an integral role in the “hanging chad” controversy and went on to become Bush’s White House Staff Secretary because – hey – he just happened to be in the right place at the right time again. Pure co-inky-dink. No special connections to call on at all, I am so sure.
Then, without ever really having practiced law in court a day in his life, without having advised a client who didn’t have a politically partisan stake in the game, without having ever prosecuted anyone but Bill Clinton on paper, Kavanaugh gets nominated to the U.S. Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit because, well, I am sure there were just no other potential jurists who had actually practiced law anywhere to be had.
That he didn’t make it the first go round didn’t stop the GOP from pushing for a second, just like it didn’t stop them from saying they would vote for him for the Supreme Court after three women alleged sexual misconduct and there were doubts about whether or not he truthfully answered questions put to him in both his FIRST hearing and the one involving Dr. Christine Blasey Ford.
Brett Kavanaugh DESERVED this, by gosh. There were weights lifted. There was beer drunk. He had a calendar!
And the women coming forth were just lying. Period. End of discussion. Before an allegation had even been investigated by the FBI.
After all, it was all Eve’s fault, right? She was the one that took the bite of the apple first. She was the one who “seduced” Adam into taking one too. At least, that was basically his answer to God when God wanted to know why Adam was hiding from him. I mean, it wasn’t like Adam had any free will of his own to exercise and say no, right? It wasn’t like God had befriended him, walked with him, talked with him. Trusted him.
Isn’t it always the woman’s fault, even when it isn’t?
Yet God’s harshest words were for Adam:
“By the sweat of your face shall you get bread to eat, until you return to the ground, from which you were taken; For you are dirt, and to dirt you shall return.” Genesis 3:19
Yes, Masters of the Universe, God was harsh with you that day. He had expected you to be “her man.” He had expected you to stand up for her, not victim blame her. As the steward of Eden, God had expected YOU to say “get thee behind me, Satan. We won’t be tempted.”
But you were – tempted. Men sometimes are. Eve, she was just tricked by the devil.
It’s not like guys have free will, after all. Just weights to lift and “skis” to drink.
And low friends in high places to help them hide from God when they don’t want to answer his questions truthfully. Or those of the Senate Judiciary.
Am spending today on the couch, taking an antibiotic that makes me nauseous. So much fun.
I haven’t the energy or desire for political programming or Twitter. So I decided to watch some of last week’s Season Premieres.
I am not much for episodic TV any more, except for things like “Game of Thrones,” “The Crown,” “Versailles,” etc. Yes there is a theme there.
I very much enjoyed “New Amsterdam.” It stars the actor who played “Tom” from the “Black List.” Finally, a medical drama I will enjoy. I put that on “Record All Episodes.”
A fan of the original “Magnum, P.I.,” of course I had to see the reboot. It was okay. I only am recording all the episodes because I got nostalgic for the scenery (two trips to Hawaii in the 80s and 3 islands visited. Did not want to come back to the mainland either time. Mahalo.)
The first trip was the most nostalgic. I missed being Mrs. Tom Selleck by a mere 20 minutes.
A friend from work had a daughter who lived on Oahu. She belonged to the same gym as Selleck. We went there one evening only to find we had missed him by those 20 minutes. So bummed.
But hey, my old friends at the newspaper had given me a nightshirt with Tom Selleck’s mustachioed image on it. So it wasn’t entirely without credibility that I could return from my vacation and say “I slept with Tom Selleck.”
Well, a facsimile, at least.
I think I have previously blogged that I don’t laugh easily, so sitcoms aren’t really my thing. But I had to, absolutely had to, watch “ Murphy Brown.” It did not disappoint.
The highlights were Murphy’s Twitter feud with Trump and the application of Hillary Clinton (one L only 😉😉) to be Murphy’s new secretary.
Although I haven’t watched “SNL” in years, I saw on-line Matt Damon’s terrific send-up of Brett Kavanaugh at the Senate Judiciary hearing last Thursday.
Just had to watch it on TV. It was even funnier. (Seriously, what was up with all the snuffling on Thursday that Damon mimicked so perfectly? Hello, FBI, I don’t think Don McGahn had that issue as a no go zone. Director Wray?)
I wasn’t laughing at Kavanaugh himself on Thursday. I was too busy being horrified by his anger, arrogance and complete lack of dignity. Hopefully the “undecideds” of the Senate keep that in mind when they consider confirmation and the issue of judicial temperament.
Fortunately the FBI won’t need to investigate his temperament under stress. We all clearly saw how he behaved. It was Dr. Christine Blasey Ford who was dignified in her testimony, willing to answer every question put to her.
I am not sure what I will watch next. It might be time for a movie now. Thank goodness I don’t have to take the other antibiotic dose until bedtime.
But I know for sure I will be watching Sir Paul McCartney on “60 Minutes” tonight.
It would be a tough call as to whether I would rather have gone through life as Mrs. Paul McCartney or Mrs. Tom Selleck.
My emotions are definitely awhirl after watching today’s Senate Judiciary hearings about the sexual assault allegations brought by Dr. Christine Blasey Ford about Supreme Court nominee Judge Brett Kavanaugh.
I saw Dr. Blasey Ford’s testimony in full. Because of a ministry related meeting I had to attend this afternoon, I missed the first portion of Judge Kavanaugh’s testimony.
But from what I saw and the many news clips of this evening, I saw enough.
I am more convinced than ever that an FBI investigation should have been and still should be pursued. I don’t care how long Senator Diane Feinstein ( D-CA) had the information before it became common knowledge. I care that all the facts and all the evidence and all the witnesses that can be examined are considered.
Neither the Republicans or the Democrats have a moral high ground here. Because this isn’t about them, though you wouldn’t know it from today’s contentiousness.
This is about whether Dr. Blasey Ford was credible in her accusation (and I felt she was) and whether or not Brett Kavanaugh belongs on the Supreme Court for the rest of his life.
Based on what I saw in terms of his anger, arrogance and evident sense of entitlement, I would have a difficult time saying yes.
In Dr. Blasey Ford, I saw a woman at times very raw and vulnerable when talking about the alleged attack and its impacts on her life. Sometimes I saw the academic, trying to explain why her memory is not complete because of the way the brain records traumatic events.
But what broke my heart the most was her absolute desire to please in her answers 11 men who didn’t speak to her throughout the process because they lacked the capacity to do so and farmed the job out to a woman prosecutor.
That and knowing her house has two front doors.
I saw a very, very angry Brett Kavanaugh and it scared me. I could imagine what that anger fueled by alcohol might look like. But I grew up in a highly alcoholic home with a very angry father, so the leap wasn’t that far to go.
Whether Judge Kavanaugh was genuinely that angry, or he worked himself into a lather to please Donald Trump, I don’t know.
But if it was genuine rage, what I saw was so out of control that it makes me question his temperament.
If he did it to please Trump, then I question his judicial independence.
The other anger that seemed off the charts was Senator Lindsey Graham’s (R-SC). There was a picture of him on my timeline where his face was twisted with such viciousness, had I been standing before him, I would have been afraid he would hit me.
It makes me wonder what happened to John McCain’s good friend.
Senator Ben Sasse (R-NE) was a puzzlement. He had the graciousness to approach Dr. Blasey Ford at the end of her testimony, presumably because he was touched.
But I also saw him frustrated to the point of being inarticulate at what he felt was unfair to Judge Kavanaugh. I get it. They are close in age with small children. It was hard to watch Kavanaugh’s emotions when talking about the impacts to his family.
I could see how Ben Sasse could so easily place himself in Kavanaugh’s shoes.
Ultimately, this is not my decision to make. It is up to the Senate.
But the decision that is made will impact my life and those much younger than I for decades.
Kavanaugh promised that those who he felt stood in the way of his confirmation would reap the whirlwind.
Senators, we already are. We have been for the past two years.
And my fear is it will destroy us all, regardless for whom we pull the lever on election days going forward.