Finally

I went to a doctor, a PA, actually who told me the best way to manage my joint pain is to exercise. I need to break the cycle of inactivity.

OK Makes sense. Somewhere, mixed with the physical pain, is the heartache, the tears of tragedy. I can’t call the Russo-Ukrainian War anything else. This is Eastern Europe at its worst. We Americans think more violence fixes violence. But this violence is Redemptive Violence. We’ve figured out a way to prolong a crucifixion.

And that’s just one slow agony among many, some personal, some collective. I guess I’m in the right mindset for Passiontide.

I need this Resurrection, this Easter.

The Slap

In the etiquette of the Officer/Gentleman Class of the Nineteenth Century, an insult to a man’s wife would follow with that husband slapping the offender. A challenge to a duel was implicit.

The affront would then be resolved on the Field of Honour, where the parties would fight, with sword or pistol, often to the death.

We frown on this behaviour today. Understandably.

Still how do we take responsibility for the gravity of our words? Libel and Slander suits are often litigated between a plaintiff’s attorney and the insurance company’s attorney. An out-of-court settlement, with a non disclosure agreement (NDA) is the rule, rather than the exception.

The absurdity continues.

Misperception. Distorted Reality

Back in my mind, I remember stories of corruption within dynastic states, wherein various court factions would conspire to place a weak, ineffectual, or corrupt figure on the throne whose one positive “attribute” was their malleability. This autocrat would be controlled by the parties who put him/her in power.

We are finally discovering the mechanics of a rigged election: a flood of absentee voting prompted by a pandemic, ballot harvesting, ballot counts closed to poll watchers, etc. The end result transformed an accepted electoral process into the means to effect a coup d’etat.

Sounds creepy, for sure. We now have a demented, arguably corrupt, old man, Joseph R. Biden, Jr. ruling the most powerful nation on the planet by Executive Order, aka, decree.

To make matters worse, the Biden Administration is staffed by incompetent individuals who move between either government service, government contractors, academia, lobbying firms, or the enigmatically designated “think tanks”. For example National Security Advisor, Jake Sullivan, has never worked in the “real world”, i.e. the one we live in where we exchange labour for money to live on. He bounces from government job, to political campaign gig, to work at a think tank, the Brookings Institution , back to government executive job. Not once did it occur to anyone considering Sullivan for a job in the security sector, that service in the military, as an infantryman for example, might be vitally important. Sullivan is therefore eminently unqualified to send a soldier into battle, completely oblivious to either dangers or consequences .

To make things even creepier, big investment funds are buying houses, deemed affordable to first time home buyers, for use as rental properties. This dovetails nicely with the public relations canard that millennials don’t want to own their own home and are happy renting . “You will be happy renting, because you have no choice.”

Oh, wait, have you heard Bill Gates is going around buying farm land, lots and lots of farm land? He’s not starting vineyards, herb farms, or thoroughbred racing stables either. If this were Russia or Ukraine, Gates and his cohorts would be called oligarchs. The CIA would be thinking of ways to kill them.

We’ve now morphed the idea of freedom into the right to pursue delusional ideas to disastrous conclusions. This is transgenderism at its core. Call me a transphobe, but that’s the plain and simple truth. Sorry. The last century saw the pseudoscience of Social Darwinism give us the Shoah, the near extermination of European Jewry. What will this pseudoscience give us?

Placing the idea of transgenderism on the fringe where it, rightly, belongs, the narcissism of our culture, has rendered our nation into a nearly ungovernable mess. A person can now talk about their “truth”. Maybe that person is mistaking truth, for the conditions encountered or perceived in their day to day life. By expanding or bastardising a definition, dialogue is rendered impossible. For example, we can attribute every dysfunctional situation to “racism”, whether racism is the cause or not. And in seeking to fix racism, we are not addressing the underlying issue. The limitations of design in a road system designed by Robert Moses, may simply be a manifestation of its obsolescence, not a nefarious plot. Fix the problem. Skip the sermon.

Very powerful people seek to change public opinion, preferences and tastes to suit the demands of their investment strategies and portfolios. If one is heavily invested in electric cars, an antipathy to fossil fuels is completely understandable. If China is the main source of lithium for electric car batteries, foreign and trade policies favouring China are absolutely necessary.

The Clinton Administration brought us the rise of the “spin doctor”, persons given the job of manipulating public perceptions. Put coarsely, their job is to convince you that it’s raining when the reality is that someone is spitting in your face. We’ve had thirty years of this. It doesn’t work.

Rosary and Trains

At 2:22 AM, I woke up. I could say my heart was heavy but that’s more of a figure of speech than an actual physical sensation. What is more real is the sense of sadness and the burning in my eyes. I want to cry but can’t. Perhaps won’t is the more accurate word.

J opened an Alumni mailing  from her college and learned of her ex- husband’s death. She had not heard anything from or about him for over thirty years until this notice. She  shared a life with him and then she didn’t. I remember my own experience with ex-wife #2.I learned she was dying six weeks before she passed away. We did have a son together, so that link endures. J and B had no childrrn.

But that whole situation brings up the brokenness of the world. I brought that to Our Lady this morning as I prayed  The Rosary.  All I can do is carry my pain to Blessed Mary and share my hurt. I can pray for healing.  I go to You Tube and pray the Rosary with the priests at Lourdes. Don’t ask me why.

When I finished The Rosary, I turned to watch a freight train pass through Ashland on another YT channel. I find the trains oddly comforting, the noise and the rhythm of the cars moving on the tracks. A coal train just passed through. So much for the the facade of green energy policy. That coal will be burned somewhere in the world, John  Kerry be damned

I’m tired now and lonely. I will go back upstairs. And I will sleep beside my wife on this last morning of March, the calends as the Romans called it.

Fun Facts About Fertiliser

OK. They’re not fun. They’re down right terrifying, as in we better pray and hope that somebody in the Department Of Agriculture knows where we are going to get the ammonium nitrate we need that we now buy from, wait for it..,, The Russians.

I don’t think the climate change geniuses know or care where we get it and what it’s used for. Or that natural gas is the source material used to make fertiliser synthetically.. So if we’re not producing enough natural gas, agricultural productivity goes down the drain. Those who are curious can look up the Häber-Bosch Process. Those who do know probably took organic chemistry.

We need fertiliser, as well as rain and Mr. Sun to grow large, no, gargantuan quantities of wheat, maize, soybeans, sorghum, etc. that keep our granaries full. And our livestock fed.

Don’t bet any of these grandstanding scoundrels in DC have the foggiest idea. They think in terms of Artificial Intelligence rather than artificial fertiliser, because the people who give them money 💰 make their money off Artificial Intelligence . See how it works? The pols can ask the tech giants to censor, de-platforming or changing the algorithms, and prevent dissenting opinions, or even the facts themselves, from coming to our attention. Ask Senator Mark Warner (D-VA) about controlling the facts on the Russo-Ukrainian War.

Sen Warner is a typical Swamp Rat. To call him that is a disservice to all the honest swamp rats in nature. He sits on the right committees, Intelligence, Foreign Relations and swallows whole whatever swill the Council on Foreign Relations wants him to believe or think. His constituents in Virginia, either government employees or employees of government contractors, provide enough votes to tilt the electoral scales his way. War in Ukraine, Yemen, Somalia, Iraq, Burkina Faso, etc. is good business.

The takeaway is that the politicians don’t care about American self-sufficiency because the arms contractors and the hedge fund managers don’t care. And the farmers, miners, construction workers, and machinery workers won’t be running into them when the politicians and lobbyists go on holiday in Aspen or Nantucket.

Next time people march on the Capitol, they should carry torches, scythes, and pitchforks as any good 1930’s monster movie would demand.

This Object In My Grasp

We may be technologically advanced, but at our cores, we are as simple as children, as fascinated by technology as an infant is by their crib mobile.

We eventually come to replace intimacy with this electronic facilitator.

I had a long dream, almost a hallucination, which was a long and compelling and seductive take in reality, as if my phone were an entry way to a madhouse, as if Rod Serling was beckoning me to The Twilight Zone.

TRUMP! The Opera. Perhaps A Cycle of Operas.

Love him or hate him, Trump is larger than life. His political saga has qualities of a Nineteenth Century bel canto work. What’s missing are heroic female characters. Hillary could be a magnificent character, vaulting ambition, with her dubious sexuality highlighted by making Bill Clinton a trouser role. Obama would be a back stage schemer. The Russia Collusion Hoax could be a plot for the narrative, with the Hunter Biden laptop figuring in the subplot. Melania could be a stalwart wife, giving The Donald the strength to persevere.

Let’s face it. It is a story of epic proportion. Of course, the pezzo novante of High Culture hate Trump’s guts so it won’t ever happen unless Trump is cast as the villain. Two competing versions could be written, Trump as Hero, then Trump as Villain. The story is just too rich to ignore.