14 July had me in the hospital at 0600. Signing documents on an electromagnetic pad, or whatever one calls those things.

By 0700 I was in one of those gowns, my left upper leg shaved by this electric razor contraption connected to a mini vac, something like a DustBuster.Then they wheeled me into an operating room and knocked me out. I woke up being fed ice chips, being reassured I was still alive. There is a fancy bandage on my thigh, incisions held together with medical grade Crazy Glue.

It will take a while to recover. Oh well.

Until I have my joint replacement surgery, for my left hip. I’m a little apprehensive.

After it’s over and I’ve healed, things are going to be different! Or so I’ve told myself.

I will no longer live in a rat’s nest. I will no longer hoard,. I will exercise every day. YADA YADA YADA.

There is a difference between acceptance and resignation. Exploring that distinction is no ordinary endeavour.

That’s enough resolving for the middle of the night, in the middle of the week, in the middle of the month, in the middle of the year.

I’m lying in bed over thinking at 4:00 AM. Is the totality of human existence merely the storage of human experience in the brain as memory?

Is all that we are, simply experience collectors?

I told you my head is messed up.

“Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.”- Lord Acton (1834-1902).

Back when I was in school, this one maxim about governance made the greatest impression on me. Drawing on the history of the Roman Republic, the founders of the United States of America, structured our government to reduce the possibility of the abuse of power. We have three co-equal branches of government, Executive (The Presidency), Legislative (The Congress), and Judicial, (The Courts). It also follows that the individual sovereign states have that sovereignty to check the power of the Federal Government.

So I get a little perturbed when demagogues rail against the Constitution and its built in safeguards against the accumulation and abuse of power.

Are these structural safeguards fool proof? Obviously, they aren’t. But following these precepts is the best chance we have to maintain our personal liberties against the overreach of megalomaniacs in government.

This republic has always been vulnerable to attack, from persons or institutions who want to nullify this system of limited government. Every four years, we elect a President who can issue Executive Orders, that circumvent the power of Congress, whose Constitutional mandate is precisely to make the laws. The Executive Branch enforces the laws that Congress enacts. A President or an unelected administrator (“bureaucrat”) cannot make up a law or embellish a statute. The Executive “executes” or carries out the will of The Congress, who makes the laws. We, The People, elect The Congress, who write the laws.

Congress also authorises the collection of taxes and issuance of debt to fund the activities of the Executive Branch, i.e. , the military, the National Weather Service, the FBI, The Departments of Education and Health and Human Services, etc, ad nauseum. Through the “power of the purse”, Congress has a check on the Executive Branch. The intention is limiting power to avoid tyranny.

At every level, petty individuals want to use government for personal enrichment. Corrupt city governments are numerous, from New York’s Boss Tweed in the 1870’s to Chicago’s Mayor Lightfoot today. So we teach Civics to educate the citizenry on the purposes and limitations of government.

Limited Government. That is the whole point of our governments in the United States. Limitations to power isn’t the guiding principle of the government of The Peoples Republic Of China, just to name one government among many.

Think about that.

On July 6, 1919, my mother was born. She was born at home, in a Richmond neighbourhood called Fulton Bottom. It wasn’t the nicest neighbourhood, even then. It was near the Gas Works, where they burned coal to obtain coal gas, that they piped through town. With that gas, people heated their homes, cooked their food, and even lit their rooms. All that’s left of the Fulton Gas Works are the structural steel remnants of the holding tanks.

There was also the Fulton Yard of the Chesapeake and Ohio Railroad. This is where my grandfather would pick up his train to go East to Newport News, West to Charlottesville or Lynchburg, maybe all the way to Clifton Forge. I don’t know.

Mother talked about the railroad, and how there were Summer excursion trains to Buckroe Beach (for White folks) and Bayshore (for Colored folks). By the time I came along, we drove to Buckroe.

Mother had a vast reservoir of memories. Street cars figured in. The Blizzard of 1940 and the street car figured in one story, where not even the streetcars ran. She loved the movies, with Clark Gable, especially.

The Depression hung over her childhood and her life. People would take jobs like turning Bull Durham Cigarette tobacco bags. People actually did roll their own cigarettes. It was piece work turning those bags. A good job was the brass ring to be grasped from the carousel ride of the Depression. And one day that dream came true for Mom.

She got a job at Reynolds Metals, when they moved from New York, because she knew how to type. She learned Spanish in high school, at a proficiency level that enabled her to translate for her boss.

The anecdotes about her alcoholic father were dark and told us much about her and her frequently dark moods. Clinical depression was what I grew up around. It took me years to understand that this environment was dysfunctional. And that I was scarred by her nightmare as well. Recovering from one’s family of origin is always a life long ordeal.

Happy Birthday, Mom.

Modern sexual morality is not a morality at all. Call me sexist, patriarchal, homophobic. I’m all of those and more. 

We’re headed to the ash heap.

Who will survive are the families who stay together, committed to serving each other, who procreate and rear morally upright children.

I just don’t care any longer what the Marxist, secular agnostic Left thinks and does any more. They will go extinct, from the choices they champion. Their social policies from contraception to abortion to euthanasia are suicide pacts, no voluntary genocide.

Have a nice day.