So I wrote the Troll post and I can’t let this go still. Being called horrible libelous names stings. Being accused of using some “ploy”, because I point out a logical flaw, or challenge a premise, e.g. “white privilege” or “entitlement” is a slap in the face.

I get people get angry. When angry they say or write inflammatory statements that are hurtful. When hurt, people get angry in return.

Implying I am a Nazi, because I disagree with a Leftist interpretation of an event, is hurtful and uncalled for.

None of what I just wrote makes any difference. To some people who don’t know me or read what I write with a jaundiced eye, I will always be a troll.

Oh well. I’ll try again to let go.

If you woke up in the morning, in Nazi Germany, on 2 September 1939, there would be a newspaper headline proclaiming, “Poland Attacks Germany”. More than likely, you would have believed that headline to be true. That was the lie being promulgated, and people in that particular closed society, willingly accepted it as true.

Scary. That can’t happen here. “I’m too smart to be deceived.” is what we all think. No. You’re not. We’re not.

I remember all kinds of attempts at deception by the government to present lies as truth. The CIA-directed coup against South Vietnam’s Diem regime in 1963 was depicted as some sort of uprising against an unpopular regime.

Keeping the tragedy of Vietnam in focus, the Gulf of Tonkin Incident was distorted to justify deepening involvement in Vietnam by the US.

Most of us remember the predicating condition for the Iraq War of 2003 was the possession of weapons of mass destruction (WMD’s), by the regime of Saddam Hussein. You know the WMD’s we never found, no matter how hard and how long we looked.

What scares the crap out of me is that our so-called “free press” is by no means the objective and dispassionate searcher for, and desseminator of, The Truth it claims to be. If its bias is your bias, then you (generic you) believe them. And so we find ourselves, dropped into this labyrinth, seeking to escape before the Minotaur captures us. Whom do we trust and believe?

We don’t get The Truth. We get plausible stories. Adopting a perspective of skepticism is as dangerous as a perspective of naïveté. The media relations people can merely present a lie that the skeptic will accept as true, because it feeds into the sceptic’s innate prejudices.

The Clinton Era ushered in the popular term “spin doctors”, public relations hacks in service to the regime who presented the Clinton Administration’s side of the story. Nothing new, really, but it was a cynical admission that the media relations office was there to concoct a merely plausible explanation.

The spin doctors were like Don Adams’ character Maxwell Smart, from the. 60’s sitcom Get Smart, whose joke set-up line was “Would you believe?” , delivered before the predictably preposterous explanation.

Welcome to Journalism in the Twenty-first Century.

Somebody called me a troll because I disagreed with a post they made. I pushed back, a little too hard, I must admit.

We all have opinions. Comes with the territory of being human. Being told to “F#!@ off”, is not very conciliatory or inclusive.

So I need to let this go. But being told I am some sort of subhuman because I disagree and get my feelings hurt like everybody else on this planet is a little difficult.

That is all. Rant over. For now.

It’s over. The Trump faction of the Republican Party was beaten by the Sen McConnell and the rest of the Never-Trump faction. On the opposite side of the aisle, the Democratic Party is savoring their victory and eager to bring their domestic agenda into being.

Meanwhile, another power is gloating, having considerably weakened the world’s economic super power with a novel virus, that “escaped” from a virus research laboratory. Whether the escape was intentional or accidental is beside the point now. The Chinese “accident”has considerably weakened the United States.

Right now, we still think our adversaries lurk across some fanciful divide called the “aisle”. Please. If you are that stupid to want to continue this domestic “cold” war, then God help you. And God help us.

We have been weakened economically by the virus. Our real adversary has been, over past couple of decades, the Peoples’ Republic of China. Since they like to make money as much as we do, we have failed to assess the military risk. How do I know this? We have spent more time and energy weakening our domestic adversaries than preparing to deal with China. I don’t expect a love feast between (or among) the parties and factions, but a little good judgment and common sense go a long way. We NEED a diverse domestic industrial base.

We need to produce our own generic pharmaceuticals, tires, textiles, etc. We need to protect our dual use technology, (both military and civilian applications), from foreign (Chinese) acquisition. This is deadly serious business.

Believe me, we don’t want the Chinese to attain military and economic hegemony over any more of Asia or Africa, or Latin America. They are brutal totalitarians. Ask the people of Hong Kong, faithful Chinese Catholics, the Muslim Uighurs, the Tibetans, the practioners of Falun Gong.

So now Joe Biden is the President. And there is an international cold war that should take precedence over whatever resentment and grudges we may hold toward our domestic political adversaries.

COVID-19 has been a Pearl Harbour in slow motion. Trust me. President Biden is not our adversary, nor is former President Trump, nor are Senators McConnell and Romney.

We can let the Chinese gloat over this pending impeachment blood purge of dubious value. We can position our respective parties for optimal advantage in the next election. But that carries the assumption tbere is going to be a next election. Don’t be so certain of that event.

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There has been a news blackout pertaining to the Roswell Space Alien in recent years. It’s just another example of Trump”s xenophobic domestic policy.

I call on President Biden to appoint the Roswell Space Alien to a cabinet level position. The Space Alien will be the First Extra Terrestrial appointed to the cabinet. This is the first among all firsts. It gives America the vast insights to the workings of the Universe only an Extra Terrestrial can offer.

How about it, Mr President?

No, not the Biden Inauguration. Something else.

This is about the feeling we all have, I suspect, that the time isn’t quite right to do something. The something could as momentous an act as starting a family, or coming out, or as trivial as taking out the trash, or changing the sheets.

Procrastination.

That’s what they call it in the educated class.

Stalling works just as well among the blue collar set.

The result is the same.

So I guess I will start the chili for dinner in the slow cooker.

NOW.

Yes. That Lee. Robert E. How do you react when you hear that name? Does your opinion of me change, simply because I mentioned him?

I’m tired of the arguments surrounding the Confederate generals and the whole damn Civil War, for that matter.

If you were conceived because your parents both got drunk one night and did it, “unprotected”, does that make your life any less worthy of being, of existing? Maybe this whole country is an existential accident, like the unplanned pregnancy I mentioned. Does that make America any less worthy of existing? Countries are like people. They die. Imperial China died. Imperial Russia died. The Soviet Union died. Slaveholding America died.

But we can’t change how we came into being. Here we are. Ignorance of the past won’t make it go away. Self-hatred and shame won’t change the facts of history, or make the lives of the dead any different.

Anyway. Robert E. Lee was born 214 years ago. Happy Birthday, General.

My eyes hurt. Lack of sleep, unfulfilled sleep. Time spent wondering, drinking coffee, eating because maybe that will momentarily quell the churning in my gut.

I watch passenger trains go places, riding the life support that is Amtrak. I dream I’m on a train headed to where there are no politicians or thieves or plague. I imagine a dream domain like the Sixties but without LBJ, J. Edgar Hoover, or Charles Manson. It’s my sodding dream, after all.

But I need to sleep, beside a lover, who cares not a whit for television or pandemic or politics. I yearn for a lover without reservation or second thoughts, who appreciates the magic of menopause, and the luxurious necessity of lube.

I don’t want to have sell her on fucking. She will want the product as much as I need it. Maybe sanity will fill the space that tears now fill.

The internet and social media has created an exponential increase in our access to information.

One type of information is the knowledge we don’t need to know or is none of our business to know. First among these is what other people think of us. Makes no difference what other people think. As a general rule, other people hate you. Simply because, you are NOT them.

I got into a micturating contest with a blogger and was accused of being a troll. Oh well, I’m a troll. At least I paid my child support, back in the day.

My whiteness and privilege are problems for some people.

Note to my readers.

I am an old white man.

I guess that’s a problem.