“For years I have tried to decipher humanity and figure out if we suffer the Arrogance of Ignorance, or the Ignorance of Arrogance.”
That comment was followed up by a very polemic comment about the current political situation in these here United States of America. Although I do not know why, since I am way beyond worrying about hurting the feelings of tRump supporters, I am refraining from adding it to to this post.
His poser is a conundrum that I do not have an answer to.
From Dr. Strangelove… Slim Pickens riding the bomb down
The caption of this post is the latest insane quote from our so called POTUS.
“A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.” ~~ Donald J. Trump
It sounds like he is threatening to wipe out a whole country. For what? They did not bow down to his royal ass? Of course, this is referring to Iran and oil shipments. The problem with tRump and his malAdministration is that none of them are chess players, they are not even checker players. They cannot see the global chess board one move in front of them. How else could they start an immoral, unneeded war that was urged on by the madman in Israel, and the power hungry, greedy leader of Saudi Arabia?
Might does not make right.
Truth is I really do not know what to say. This is beyond comprehension. This is not the country that I have loved and been proud of for most of my life. Not by a long shot. This cluster f*** is even worse than I could have imagined. I would have never envisioned the United States as a terrorist country, but we are fast becoming one.
For a more nuance and scholarly take on the the catastrophe that is dangling over us like the Sword of Damocles go to Paul Krugman’s video for today: Our Darkest Hour (read the transcript – it is quicker and easier)
What has the MAGA mob gotten us into. May Huitzilopochtli save us all.
This historical site is 45 minutes or so from our house in Chesterfield. I have been there once, on a very cold day so we did not walk around a lot. There is also a great museum associated with the site that you can spend an hour or two going through.
At one time this was the largest city in the Americas, north of the valley of Mexico. I would like to go back sometime when the weather is nice.
Being a little picky… they talked about possible reasons for the decline of the city, starting in 1250 CE. One reason given was conflict with other indigenous tribes. They then showed a picture of Native American warriors on horseback. Horses were introduced to the Americas with the coming of the Europeans in the 15th and 16th century. One of the reasons sometimes cited as to why the Americas lagged behind Europe and Asia in “development” was the lack of animals that were useful for transportation and work, such as horses. Somehow buffalo and llamas did not quite have the – ahem — horsepower of equines or oxen.
The photograph below is actually an “internet meme” sent around by one of my many cousins.
It did, however, bring to mind an old memory. We were in Oklahoma at my grandmother’s house for several weeks in the summer. Best I can recollect I was late elementary school age. I do know it was before we moved to Italy, which is where I started 7th grade.
For some reason, my mother decided she needed to punish/correct me. She came after me with a wooden yardstick belonging to my grandmother. I took the yardstick from her, broke it over my knee and ran like hell. I did not come home for several hours after that. Either my mother had cooled off or my grandmother had a talk with her. More likely, though, is that she was still in a bit of a shock over my breaking her weapon of castigation. She spoke no word about my action then or anytime thereafter. It was however, the last time she tried to “spank” me. Which was a good thing. Her corrections were a thing of legend.
Occasionally, occasionally, when I cannot get on one of the courses where I regularly play and my golf addiction is screaming at me, I will go to a course that, in Oklahoma, we would fondly call cow pasture golf. I am not going to name the course as I am slightly embarrassed to say I even play there
It is very cheap. During the week the green fee with a cart is only $25 for 18 holes. Most courses anymore are around $40 – plus or minus – during the week for seniors. Some are much, much more expensive.
The clientele is mostly the very old, the very young, and lots of hoosiers, the term used here for rednecks. At times you will see expensive cars there, but that is generally the very young driving Daddy’s Beemer or similiar luxury vehicle.
I was there a month or two ago, and they had this sign in the club house by the door. Yup, stay out of the corn and soy bean fields.
You should so be blessed – well cursed at times actually – with a mind such as mine, making all these weird connections between my rumored neurons. Just be thankful that I do not share all of my random thoughts.
Tattoos and piercings are like spices… a little will do ya.
The image below is from a phrase Woody Guthrie wrote on his guitar. It is very sad that here we are, 75 years later, and we are fighting this fight again. The reality is that it seems to be a struggle that never ends, the clash of humanity’s dark side against its humanistic side.
As my cousin, The Don Quixote of West Texas, said, “This political nightmare is turning into a field day for musicians.”
