“Murphy!” and Frederick Douglass on American Exceptionalism

Whenever I say something like “well, at least the traffic is mercifully light,” Sekhnet will pipe up with a curt, cautionary “Murphy!”   This is the Murphy of Murphy’s Law:  Anything that can go wrong, will– and usually at the worst possible moment.   Sekhnet is of the school that teaches Murphy was an optimist.  It is uncanny how often this maxim comes into play.

I was riding with a friend in the five borough bike tour in May.  We were on the FDR, a section of the highway closed to cars so that thousands of bicyclists can ride on it in the annual 40 mile five borough bike tour.   I told him it looked like the organizers had finally gotten it right as far as pacing and traffic, we hadn’t experienced a single annoying bicycle traffic jam so far.  I may even have mentioned Sekhnet’s “Murphy!”, a crow caw expressing her deeply held superstitious belief that any mention of good fortune immediately activates Murphy’s Law.   

Not five minutes later, as we entered a tunnel portion of the FDR where riders usually let echoing, joyful whoops out as they come into the tunnel, there was a bicycle traffic jam.   We stopped.  We waited.  In a fucking tunnel.  With thousands of others straddling their bikes.   Nobody moved for several long minutes.  Not a single whoop echoed.  “Murphy!” I heard Sekhnet call.  

I wrote recently to a friend that although I love spending time with friends, I am ordinarily not plagued by loneliness or desperation in the extended periods I spend alone.   I value my own company, I added, and blah blah blah.   No sooner did I send the email than I heard Sekhnet’s “Murphy!” and I was overcome by a painful sense of my isolation.

Why is it that I value my own company?  It is largely for the intelligent conversation, I tell myself.  

“Sure, because everything you say you agree with,” says the skeptical side of me.     

“Not necessarily,” I say, candor mixed with pride.  

“Rattle on, rictus face,” says the skeptical side, in a voice modeled on the Dreaded Unit, my father’s.  “You try to make a joke of this, of course, but who, if not fundamentally lonely, would spend all their time working for free the way you do every day, pounding at the keys like a geriatric cub reporter, trying to make sense of a world that makes little sense, ‘communicating’ your innermost thoughts to imaginary others?” 

Well, I grant you all that, but here’s the thing.  Our world is fundamentally irrational.  Look at the sick relationships all around.  Why do people stay in these destructive arrangements?  I had an insane friend once who married a woman I always think of as Hitler.   She abused him for twenty or more years, they separated, got back together, fought.  It was painful to watch him whine at her, see the way she treated him.   He defended her mightily, and then, eventually broken by her indomitable brutality and his overwhelming desire to have sex, he joined a cult, found a woman to have sex with, and decided his wife was Hitler after all.  I simplify, of course, for the sake of the larger point, but I can vouch for the bones of the story.  

Sarno’s theory about rage converted into chronic bodily agony resonates because virtually everybody I know is subject to outrage, a certain amount of inwardly directed rage, the open river of rage that surges in the increasingly endangered world as climate change flash floods run down the ravines.  The great USA is in the hands of cynical madmen, with the personification of spoiled childish self-regard as its figurehead.   They are crazy as foxes, these motherfuckers who will squeeze every drop of blood from the poor to increase their own wealth by 1%.   It is no small thing, 1% of ten billion dollars is a shit load of money.  If I have to pry it out of the hands of 40,000,000 dying children, so be it.  Those aren’t my kids.  

Not my kids.  That’s the mantra of the Free Market.   We love kids, our kids, our friends’ kids.  We don’t care about strangers’ kids as much as we do the kids we know and love.  We don’t care about the kids of people who live far away and might be enemies.  When those kids are killed we shrug, philosophical, bad shit happens.  When we ourselves kill them we shrug, we didn’t actually kill them, our fucking government did.  It’s not as though we live in a real democracy where we have any say over how our elected government treats far away children.  

“Stop looking for logic, you supine, high-minded motherfucker,” says the skeptical side.  “You will search human affairs in vain if you look for reason, beyond the simple, ubiquitous rationales for all behavior, bad and good.  We’ve long observed that almost nobody acts believing that they are doing wrong.  Action almost always involves the belief that you are doing the right thing, even if this belief is balanced on an insanely slapdash rationale.”

 “Sure, the classic ‘she was begging to be raped, dressed like that’,” I say, I say. 

“That’s right.  That’s a good self-talking baby!  You are the best self-talker.  Look how much fun we are having!,” says the adorable skeptic.  

“Oh, cram it, clown.  I’m going to look at angry Frederick Douglass’s beautiful Independence Day speech, delivered to white people in Rochester NY in 1852, as his countrymen celebrated the miracle of American freedom as millions of his fellows lived in chains, doing backbreaking work for free, for America’s wealthiest and most genteel.  

Here is a famous passage: 

What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sound of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants brass fronted impudence; your shout of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanks-givings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy — a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States, at this very hour.

You can read the entire speech by a unique, inspiring American genius here.  Our enraged commander-in-chief recently stated that Frederick Douglass’ “amazing work” is “being recognized more and more“.  Most Americans knew about Douglass and his work a hundred and fifty years ago.   Read his words of July 4, 1852 and, like the late speeches of Martin Luther King and El Hadj Malik el Shabbaz (Malcom X), try to picture how many decades have passed with only the tiniest adjustments to the hideous truths these American geniuses plainly set out.  

And have a very fucking happy Fourth of July and try not to blow your hand, or your nuts, off celebrating our freedom.

Questions for the author

What was your purpose in writing almost nine hundred pages about your father over the last year or so, this so-called Book of Irv?   He was an abusive man, wasn’t he?    

Heh, yes, he was an abusive man.   He was also a very sensitive person who was on the right side of virtually every moral and political question.  

So you’re saying he was the consummate hypocrite?  

Sure, if you like.  I see him more as a very damaged person who never recovered from the unspeakable outrages that were perpetrated against him from before he could form memories of it.  He tried to be a better person, he aspired to be, but he had no faith that he could do anything about the amount of rage he always had boiling inside him.  He was often trapped between rage and despair.

You say he tried and aspired to be a better person.  What form did this effort and aspiration take?

Wow, sharp question.  What form, you say?  That’s good.  You got me.   The form it took was asking me to forgive him as he was dying, on the last night of his life. 

I don’t mean to be a hard-ass, but how is that trying and aspiring to be a better person?  

OK, you got me.  It’s trying in the sense that it’s annoying as hell, I suppose.  You know, he was incredibly well-defended.  I wish I had recorded that last battle we had, about two years before he died.  My final attempt to get through to the hard-headed, childish, lawyerly bastard.   In that last fight, I won every round.  I kept my cool, he lost his.  I had a rational answer to every one of his insane points.  He was swinging desperately, wildly.   That would be a hell of a transcript, a hell of a verbatim, slice-of-life chapter for the book.  God, I wish I had it!  

Tell me again why you are trying to write a memoir of this asshole?  

He died with a mountain of regrets sitting on his heart.  Seeing that sincere regret, and his poignant, long overdue attempt to finally make his peace, softened my heart.   He was an abusive fuck, no question about it, but he was also the consummate humanist.  He believed in, and at one time actively fought for, justice.   He behaved atrociously to my sister and me, and to our mother sometimes, but he was, at bottom, a fundamentally decent man with a very keen, dark sense of humor.  

Still an asshole in my book.  

Fair enough, you write your book, I’ll write mine.  I’m trying to construct the whole man from the wreckage he left behind.  I’m not disputing that my father was an asshole.   I don’t say this just to be snide.   He was angry and did nothing to deal with his anger, except vent at those it was safe to vent at.  He did tremendous harm to me, and I would say even more harm to my sister.  She would say the reverse, that it was worse for me, because I fought him every time he took a shit on me, which was a daily thing.  

You don’t have to be so disgusting.  

Apparently I do, shit-ass.  I don’t need your fucking attitude either, ass-wipe.

OK, OK, you  made your damned pernt, terlet-mouth.  

See, the thing about my father is that we could have been, should have been, good friends.  He had many great qualities, notably his intelligence, quickness, humor, deeply held merciful beliefs, his musical taste, love of animals, appreciation for a brilliantly written paragraph.   We had laughs over the years, though, amazingly to me, my sister does not remember the laughs.  The fucker was really, really funny sometimes.   He was a tragic fucking person, I mean that in every possible way.   The potential he had, set against the terrible limitations he felt bound by– Jesus, I don’t know, I find that a very compelling bone to gnaw on.  

OK, fine.  But why would anybody else give a shit about these pages?  

Well that’s the $64,000 advance question, iddn’t it?  That’s the one I have to answer to get even the $5,000 advance.   We are not present as much as we ought to be.   We have devices with gorgeous screens buzzing in our pockets.  I’m talking to you and I have a message coming in.  I look at my phone under the table, I see someone has gotten back to me.  I’m talking to you, but it’s not engaging enough to make me resist looking down at that irresistible screen to see that someone has texted me “LOL”.  I smile, because I’ve made somebody write the initials for “Laughing out loud.”  Meantime, I missed the last thing you said, or I got only part of it.  I’m only half here, and I’m one of the more conscious about being present people you will talk to today.  

What does not being present have to do with my question about the book?  

Oh!  You’re good!  Being present means taking in what is going on around you and being ready to respond in a human way.  This is something my father often had, even if he didn’t always respond in a humane way.   He was supremely attuned to what was going on around him.   He did this largely like a crab on the ocean floor, positioning himself constantly to deploy his terrible claws.   It was, sadly, largely in the service of defending himself, his being very present.  

What does his being perversely present have to do with my question about the larger appeal of the book?  

You’re getting a little exasperating, you know that?  You must hear that a lot, I suppose, what an exasperating motherfucker you are.  

Yes, I do get that quite a bit.

Look, I don’t have a plain answer to your question.  You’d have to talk to my marketing department for that kind of focus.  I am assuming, or maybe just hoping (to quote the late great Howard Zinn) that there is a certain universal resonance to the story of my long wrestling match with my difficult father, a man who had all the tools to be a great friend and all the demons to be a formidable enemy.   I think many people will be able to relate to this story.  I hope they will.  Much of it will be in the telling, how much they’ll be able to relate to it.  

OK, so you are the son of an abusive man who survived a childhood of unspeakable abuse.   You have tried consciously to rid yourself of the predictable impulse to abuse.   You talk about ahimsa, or you used to.  Is that what the book is about, the journey from being a victim, the son of a victim, to being someone who refuses to victimize others, refuses to be a victim himself?  

Well, that’s a lot of big ideas there, pardner.   I think it’s simpler and not quite as grand as that.   I don’t want to be in situations where I am at the mercy of angry assholes.  I am lucky, for the meantime, to have the funds not to have to work for assholes.  It’s a trade-off, I’ve taken a vow of subsistence, more or less, but I think it’s a very good deal.  Remove the stress of having to eat shit to make a living and your life immediately improves.  Remove people from your life who cannot help but be abusive– a net gain every time.  My goal is to remain mild and present, and to the extent I can do both those things, I feel like I am being a good friend and a calming presence in a world that is literally boiling with rage.  

I like that “a good friend and a calming presence”.  That’s very good for a fellow who is talking to himself on a blahg instead of interacting with others.  

No need to be snide, Clyde.  I am consciously trying to remain mild.  It is a challenge sometimes, in a very angry world, but I am more often than not ready for it.  What lesson do I take from my father’s life?   Use your powers for good, not evil.  My main power right now, or at least the one everyone can most readily understand, is my ability to set things out clearly.   I explain things clearly.  I take the time to do this.  Time is one element that many people feel they don’t have.  I have time.  The clock is always ticking, yes, but I am taking my time seriously.    

You really don’t know what this Book of Irv is about, do you?  

OK, my relentless imaginary friend, let’s see if I can make it plain.  There is an infernal loneliness to life, felt by many people, as we try not to think about the inevitable end of consciousness.  I feel this loneliness acutely sometimes.  You talk to someone and the distractions they are immersed in are flashing across their face.   Everyone is distracted.  My father was distracted, even as he kept his eyes and ears keenly alert for attack.   What we all want, as far as I can tell, is to be heard, understood, valued.  When you speak to someone who is listening carefully, and responding to what you are actually expressing, you are connected, in that moment, to something beyond yourself.  At the heart of the Book of Irv is making that connection.  I’m talking to the skeleton of my father.  The skeleton is my father, but transformed by all the insights he had while he was dying.  I am talking to my father as he wished he could have been.   This is not a small thing to me.  Creating this conversation, in the context of everything I can express about my father’s life, is a connection to what some might call a higher power.  

Interesting, you are communing with God, somehow?  

Let’s leave God out of this.  I’ve long believed that God went mad with grief, centuries ago.  If God exists, He is mad with grief, barking mad.   If He was ever not mad to begin with.  Sure, He was a great artist, an amazing artist.  His creation– wow!  But with such sensitivity comes madness much of the time.  And who could blame God for going mad at what humans have done to all His miracles?   I couldn’t.  No, I am not communing with God.  I am communing with the best of my father, in a way he would have appreciated.  I’m not sugar coating the destructive motherfucker, but neither am I reducing him to this monstrousness, ignoring the many great things about him that are equally true.  

Well, that’s been most interesting, eh, I have a work call coming in, will you excuse me?

So long to Dr. John Sarno

I first heard of John Sarno many years ago.  My good friend’s mother had terrible sciatica, she’d been to several doctors and got no relief.   She credited Dr. Sarno, and his radical but practical treatment, with curing her.  I have another friend, subject to crippling back pain, who similarly  credits John Sarno with giving him a way out when his back immobilizes him.  

Most impressively, Sekhnet’s first cousin, the least New Age person you could imagine, saw Sarno for crippling back pain.  He was skeptical of what sounded like New Age bullshit coming from Sarno during the doctor’s orientation lecture on the program.  He said it made no sense to him.   He stayed around afterward and spoke to Sarno who asked him gruffly what he had to lose.   Sarno pointed out that he’s stayed to talk, so that should tell him he might as well fucking try it, right?   He followed Sarno’s program and was cured of his crippling back pain.  He too swears by Sarno.

Sarno’s theory was that much severe, chronic pain is the psyche’s defense against rage, a terrifying and very common emotion that is often too threatening for humans to deal with.  The rage is masked by extreme physical agony, which virtually everybody prefers to the unresolvable emotion of extreme and incurable anger.  

According to Sarno, and those cured by his method, when you get closer to knowing what is causing your rage, and understanding that the crippling pain is your body’s response to it, you can begin to calm that bodily response.   The cure rate of the patients Sarno saw was very high.  Still, he was regarded as a pariah in an industry that sees pharmaceuticals and surgery as the only scientific answers to what seem to be purely physical problems.  Sarno’s focus on the mind/body connection was frowned on by these empiricists.

A documentary about Sarno, All The Rage, was released the other day, which is why his name came up at dinner with Sekhnet’s cousins the other night.   You can see the trailer here.  The morning after we had dinner with Sekhnet’s cousins, one of them sent us an email.  In a neat bit of cosmic timing, John Sarno had died the day before, right before the documentary opened and a day before his 94th birthday.  Here is the NY Times obit for Dr. Sarno.  

I was thinking about someone close to me who has been suffering undiagnosable and disabling chronic disease for many years.  She has been to every specialist and the new theory is that this recurrent and painful loss of her voice is related to allergies that seem to flare up only when her vacation ends.  She lives in a situation that certainly produces a fair amount of understandable rage on a daily basis.  It would not surprise me if, after our conversation about Sarno and his theory, and our many other talks, she did not click on the links I sent her to the documentary and the obituary.  

The more threatening the psychic pain, the more likely we are to do anything possible to avoid it.  Makes complete sense, but it’s also very horrible.   Goodbye, John Sarno.

Kudos to the Grey Skank for running this

Nice.  

JAN. 28 “The coverage about me in the @nytimes and the @washingtonpost has been so false and angry that the Times actually apologized to its dwindling subscribers and readers.” (It never apologized.)

FEB. 4 “After being forced to apologize for its bad and inaccurate coverage of me after winning the election, the FAKE NEWS @nytimes is still lost!” (It never apologized.)

FEB. 6 “The failing @nytimes was forced to apologize to its subscribers for the poor reporting it did on my election win. Now they are worse!” (It didn’t apologize.)

MARCH 29 “Remember when the failing @nytimes apologized to its subscribers, right after the election, because their coverage was so wrong. Now worse!” (It didn’t apologize.)

APRIL 12 “The New York Times said the word wiretapped in the headline of the first edition. Then they took it out of there fast when they realized.” (There were separate headlines for print and web, but neither were altered.)

APRIL 29 “They’re incompetent, dishonest people who after an election had to apologize because they covered it, us, me, but all of us, they covered it so badly that they felt they were forced to apologize because their predictions were so bad.” (The Times did not apologize.)

For what it’s worth, you can read the definitive list of recent arguably untrue presidential claims (the biased NY Times calls them “lies”, SAD!) here.

Fact-based weakness

The sad fact is that facts don’t win many arguments here in America.   Superior debating skills don’t win American political debates.   We are predisposed to take in facts that agree with our worldview and dismiss, or be impervious to, ones that contradict it.  Humans are emotional beings who will charge into enemy fire if they are whipped up the right way. Americans may be more emotional than many humans, to judge from our elections.  Then again, a glance at the rest of the world and all bets are off on that theory.  Author George Lakoff makes a series of excellent points on the central role of emotions in American politics and the shrewd and effective strategy of the right wing, you can read them here.  

Even as I watched Gore whup Dubya in presidential debates, I realized, thanks initially to a friend’s insight, that I was watching something millions of Americans were not focusing on.  People found Dubya folksy and likable, they wanted to have a beer with the affable alcoholic.  Gore was wooden, and overly intellectual.  After Dubya lost the debate, he strutted on the stage, looking like he’d just kicked ass;  Gore looked exhausted, hunched over gathering up his papers.  “Look at them now and tell me who won,” my friend said to his family.

Recently Hillary made one excellent, nuanced, irrefutable point after another (at least irrefutable by Trump) as Trump smirked, stalked and called her a nasty woman.  Polls after the debates between the most hated and second most hated presidential candidates in history showed few minds were changed, no matter who may have made the more intelligent showing  in the “debate”. Americans were watching a talent show for a winner to believe in and a loser to vote off the island.  Americans were tuned into attitude, confidence, body language– ineffable things that resonate emotionally.  

When Hillary restrained herself as Trump vented, which I found admirable and poignant to watch– a woman is simply not allowed to betray her annoyance, let alone publicly tell a sexist blow-hard to just shut the fuck up — she was still seen as a nasty woman by those who hated her.  You had to admire Trump, he cut through to the truth, those who hated Hillary said– she is one nasty woman.

Bush and Cheney had a terrible first term.  Among many bad things, they ignored specific advance intelligence about the attacks of 9/11, the US suffered a devastating mass murder, they invaded Iraq based on a campaign of lies, they let bin Laden and the core of Al Qu’eada escape at Tora Bora, they resisted formation of a Committee to investigate 9/11 for a long time and then acted like a couple of guilty perps by refusing to take an oath to tell the truth (no oath, no perjury– fatal mistake swearing an oath, Bill “Perjurer” Clinton), insisting on giving their testimony together in a room where no notes or recordings could be made of what they said.  

The 2004 election should not have been close after that first term, with the disastrous wars in Iraq and Afghanistan raging with no end in sight, but the principled Democratic candidate came off like a walking cadaver, cautiously hewing to the terrible truth and refusing to dignify the lies of an easily refuted smear campaign against his decorated military service.  President Bush, who had used his father’s position to evade military service in Vietnam, and left the National Guard before his tour ended,  somehow managed to campaign like a heroic war time commander-in-chief.

Americans don’t want the terrible truth, we want to feel good about ourselves!

When the tide of the 2004 presidential election was swung by millions of “values voters”, Christians who believed God told them to hate homosexuals (the Bible says kill them, after all), people who turned out to vote so that God’s law would not be violated by the homosexuals who controlled the Left, I got a long whiff of which way this country was headed.   The Hope and Change Obama’s campaign promised, so desperately needed, proved to be mostly hope.  The change we got was the normalization of radical anti-democratic changes made by Cheney and Bush, justified by their endless, borderless military campaign against Terror.   More and more Americans came to realize we are basically screwed, powerless and screwed, represented by money-compromised media stars concerned mostly with being reelected.   Then we got the canny reality TV star, the genius of confident, boastful self-promotion the American way, the smiling populist billionaire servant of his fellow billionaires.

As Lakoff points out, as I’ve been frustrated to witness for decades now, the right frames every debate.   I have never understood why every time a Republican says “Death Tax” a Democrat does not say “Paris Hilton Tax” and add that it only effects a handful of spoiled, super-rich kids.    “Climate Change Skeptic” is a label that has been useful in making cynical people, or absolute morons in complete denial, look intelligent and creating a controversy where there is none.  After all, skepticism is part of critical thinking while those alarmed about the rising sea levels and catastrophic weather patterns are “alarmists.”

 “Right to Life” should be countered with “Right to Decency” or something, indicating that a girl should never be forced to give birth to her rapist’s baby.   Those fetuses have a right to life that ends at birth, as Ronald Reagan famously said.  They are not guaranteed anything but the life of an unwanted child.   Abortion is not a casual choice for any woman, it is often an agonizing one, I would think– but no discussion of pros or cons is possible when God says every abortion is murder, while actual murder between humans walking on the earth must be carefully considered according to who kills whom.

Lakoff notes that the regulations Republicans hate as “job killing” should be reframed as “protections” by Democrats who want to protect the air, the water, worker safety, the social safety net.   Every time the Republican rails against big government regulations, the Democrat should extoll these vital protections against greedy predators.  Sadly, Lakoff’s recommendations have never been much heeded by politicians on the left.  

When former Vice Presidential candidate turned Fox News “pundent” Sarah Palin screamed about “Death Panels” during the debate over Obamacare, why did Obama not go on TV and call bullshit, give a 30 second explanation of hospice care?   Make mention of the 45,000 Americans who die every year for lack of health insurance.   Those on the left side of the political spectrum are left with the demonstrable facts while the right has learned to stir the raw emotions with memorable, galvanizing buzzwords.  The left has the facts, bully for them for being actually right so much of the time.  How’s that facty, righty thing working out for you, Democrats?   I fell into the same trap the other day when writing about Trump’s lawyer, Marc Kasowitz.

While factually true, it was a partisan framing job, pure and simple.   My account focused on selected embarrassing episodes in a skilled lawyer’s long career.  Kasowitz is a millionaire many times over, paid more in a day than most Americans make in a month.   He wins cases, he loses cases, some are draws, some he cuts great deals for.  Like any lawyer, he has to play the cards he’s dealt.  Could he make the sexual harassment allegations against Bill O’Reilly go away or negotiate Fox out of firing him?  No, not under the circumstances he walked into.  But he got O’Reilly paid, lottery-winner bucks, and you can be sure he had O’Reilly write him a fat check.

How do I know that the $25,000,000 settlement he negotiated to end the fraud case against Trump and Trump University was not an excellent deal for Trump? The facts speak for themselves:  a presidential candidate settled a huge fraud case against him right before the election and still managed to become the president.  Who is the smart one now?   Likely not a dime of the 25 million came from Trump’s own deep pockets, that is also likely Kasowitz’s doing.  

Regardless of the ultimate outcome of the case, wiseass Bill Maher got a public comeuppance, as far as Trump’s people saw the lawsuit.  So what if Trump ultimately withdrew the arguably frivolous lawsuit?  That wasn’t in the news.   Trump’s threats to sue people he doesn’t like, or who have claims against him, have probably worked as often as they haven’t.  The New York Times may not have given Trump the apology Kasowitz demanded, but they pretty much have kept quiet.   But there I go again… the facts.

So we have the facts, a deck of cards that can seemingly be infinitely shuffled. Facts themselves are now in dispute here in Breitbart’s America, but let’s stick to what we can agree are facts.  Depending on which card is on top, how they are played– there goes the conversation.   It’s maddening to see politicians avoid directly answering questions, pivoting straight to their focus group tested talking points.   It doesn’t matter if it’s maddening or not, they would be stupid not to learn the skill.  No matter how clumsily they do it, it is better than wading into candor that will come back to bite their head off in a negative campaign ad.  We call them “attack ads” and they are ubiquitous and often very effective in deciding elections.

Why are we in the situation we are in the USA?   My simple one word answer? Advertising– the entire culture, not only the economy, is based on the irrefutable, reductive genius of it and how it serves the bottom line.  The most skillfully advertised product wins– that is the fact.  That includes, clearly, the long, expensive ad campaigns that decide how we select the leaders we wind up hating or believing in, no matter what the sullen facts may have to say about the matter.

Addendum to recent puking points

More details about the United States’s denial of having anything to do with the current, ongoing torture of suspected “bad hombres” in Yemen.   I needn’t point out that America is not officially at war in Yemen.  We’ve got to stay vigilant about things being done in our names.  

It was a grave national mistake to have no investigation into systematic torture and no accountability (outside of prestigious jobs with lifetime tenure) for championing America’s right to torture suspects.  Obama likely didn’t want to  be the first U.S. president assassinated by a long gun, so he prudently didn’t pursue the matter of documented American torture.  Bad move, sir.  Now we have a learning-on-the-job president who has defiantly announced that he loves torture.  His crowd went wild when he did so.

Torture is morally depraved, and likely once more being done, albeit once more deniably, in our names.    Torture is the best public relations in the world for recruiters of suicide bombers.  Torturing captives is irrefutable proof of a nation’s most deeply held values.  Torture inspires only revulsion and justifiable hatred.  

It is no small thing that it can take diligent lawyers and journalists years to get any part of the truth about this basic matter of American foreign policy.  We don’t have years this time.

I Know Few Americans are Tortured By This

I’ve always been a sucker for international respect for anti-torture treaties.   Few things are more horrifying to consider than the intentional state-sponsored infliction of severe and prolonged suffering done in the name of some holy cause.   I think of the brutal Spanish Inquisition, inquisitors torturing people in the name of Christ until they admitted they did not believe in the divinity of the Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ, or that they did.  

The research shows that torture works very well as hideous punishment, badly for any other purpose, such as extracting reliable information.   People under torture will eventually say whatever their interrogators want them to say, to make the torture stop.  Torture does not work as a way to extract actionable intelligence.  The classified Senate report on our recent torture program concludes as much.

International law became quite explicit, and unanimous, in rejecting all forms of torture, including cruel, inhuman and degrading treatment of prisoners, after the atrocities of World War Two.  Japanese officers were punished for water-boarding Americans and Australians.  Water-boarding would no longer be tolerated in the civilized world, although it had been widely employed by the U.S. in its war against Philippine “insurgents” after the Spanish-American war.

This rejection of torture by the civilized world also applied specifically to medical personnel who oversaw or participated in torture or sadistic medical experiments.   Doctors, who had taken the Hippocratic Oath to first do no harm, were prosecuted at Nuremberg for the harm they had done in the name of their causes.  Nazi doctors. Talk about your oxymorons.  

We had a couple of these motherfuckers who became multi-millionaires, on the U.S. taxpayers dime, testing their theories of torture and “learned helplessness” on detainees suspected of involvement with, or knowledge of, terrorist activities.   They actually travelled to “Black Sites” to test out the techniques personally on experimental victims.   The ACLU has brought a lawsuit against these dedicated, can-do psychologists.  You can read the details here.

Few villains deserve prosecution more than these two generously remunerated former military psychologists, Mitchell and Jessen.   OK, maybe Dick Cheney, tenured constitutional law professor John Yoo and federal judge for life Jay Bybee, the primary architects and theoreticians of our recent, extensive, still mostly top secret, torture program.  Like “collateral damage” is so much more refined than “massacred civilians”, the term “enhanced interrogation” is so much more dignified than “torture”, don’t you think?  Here is John “More Patriotic Than You” Yoo’s infamous “legal” definition of torture, signed off on by now federal judge Jay “Otherwise Anonymous Fuckface” Bybee:

Torture, according to that memo, “must be equivalent in intensity to the pain accompanying serious physical injury, such as organ failure, impairment of bodily function, or even death.” Yoo also advised that for mental pain or suffering to amount to torture, “it must result in significant psychological harm of significant duration, e.g., lasting for months or even years.”     source

The ACLU lawsuit, Salim v. Mitchell, brought on behalf of two torture survivors with the requisite years of severe PTSD, Suleiman Abdullah Salim and Mohamed Ahmed Ben Soud, and the family of Gul Rahman, a man killed by his American torturers (he died, according to the complaint, “as a result of hypothermia caused by his exposure to extreme cold, exacerbated by dehydration, lack of food, and his immobility in a stress position.”) is proceeding in the United States District Court in Washington D.C.  As of January, 2017 it was scheduled for trial on June 26, 2017.  

While I am speaking of torture, check this out, from Judge Quackenbush’s January ruling in the case, rejecting Mitchell and Jessen’s arguments that the case against them must be dismissed, as a matter of law, for lack of jurisdiction.   (Defendants are the two innovative, torture-endorsing, torture-performing psychologists)

The Defendants’ instant Motion was filed on November 18, 2016, and contends the Military Commissions Act (“MCA”), specifically 28 U.S.C. § 2241(e)(2), deprives this court of jurisdiction over “non-habeas detention-related claims” brought by an alien when the alien was determined to have been properly detained by the United States as an “enemy combatant”. (ECF No. 105, p. 1). Plaintiffs’ Response (ECF No. 12) contends the MCA does not apply for two primary reasons: 1) Defendants are not military servicemembers or government employees or agents, but are independent contractors; and 2) none of the three Plaintiffs were determined by an executive branch tribunal to have been properly detained as an enemy combatant. (ECF No. 120, p. 1).   source

The law is tortuous, and sometimes torturous, chockablock with the devilish details.  For purposes of this lawsuit, if the Defendants could prove they were acting as agents of the United States, the case against them would have to be dismissed under the law the ACLU seeks to use against them — as long as the plaintiffs were also ‘enemy combatants’.  The judge, in dismissing Defendants’ claim that they were agents of the United States, and therefore asserting the court’s jurisdiction over them under the law, used a slightly salty phrase I liked: 

It is telling the Defendants, who wish to establish the nature of the legal relationship between themselves and the Government, did not cite to the contracts in their Motion.  

The judge concludes:

Defendants have not established, based on the record submitted with the Motion to Dismiss, they were “agents” of the United States.

As for whether or not the plaintiffs (torture victims) were enemy combatants, and therefore not protected by the law they seek to use against the rogue psychologists, the judge wrote:

Plaintiffs argue the determination must be made by a military tribunal, a Combatant Status Review Tribunal (“CSRT”), to trigger the jurisdiction-stripping portion of the statute.  Defendants argue no tribunal finding is required, and appear to argue any reference to an individual as a “combatant” in a governmental memo, or reference to affiliation with a hostile organization, suffices.

Getting a little tingle of foreshadowing on which way the Court is leaning?

None of the three Plaintiffs was determined by a Combatant Status Review Tribunal to be an “enemy combatant.”

Therefore, Defendants’ Motion to Dismiss rejected, Defendants are subject to the court’s jurisdiction and this particular law applies to them.  Game on.  Trial, for evils done over a decade ago, starts Monday.  At least that’s what the judge wrote in January, 2017.   For the latest on the progress of the case, this was recently posted by lawyers for the plaintiffs.  Apparently there is going to be some oral argument on the ALCU’s motion , on behalf of torture victim plaintiffs, on July 28.

Not-for-broadcast press breifings

I think of all the things one learns not to say.   We refrain sometimes because people close to us will be hurt.  If I reminded someone of their spouse’s vehement threat to kill her parents, burn the house down with the kids in it and kill her and then himself, it would register, to her, as a kind of betrayal.  I don’t wish to betray, so I keep my mouth closed about personal, highly volatile things like this, to the extent that I can.

Sometimes we refrain from speaking candidly because of fear.  There will be reprisals, maybe, repercussions.  Fall-out we are not ready for.  Fear is often not reasonable, in fact, it’s rarely reasonable.   Unreasonable fear is one of the most prevalent reasons people remain silent, even in the face of terrible things going on around them.  The silence of good people, it has famously been said, is all that’s necessary for evil schemes against the weak to flourish.

Sometimes we dummy up because we’ve done something wrong and dummying up is the smart thing for a bad hombre to do when confronted.   Anything I say may reveal that I fully intended to commit the bad thing I did, so I will say nothing and instruct everyone around me to do the same.   We have the Fifth Amendment here in America, a Constitutional privilege against self-incrimination.  

Among cherished freedoms guaranteed in the Bill of Rights, pleading the fifth is up there with our right to have and use as many guns as we want to.  That’s the Second Amendment, for those keeping score at home, the one about well-regulated militias.   The right to free speech, freedom from religious bullying, freedom of the press, freedom to peaceably assemble to demand things from the government, those First Amendment rights liberals are so proud of… over-rated if we are going to Make America Great Again.  In fact, read it and weep, liberals:

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

This administration is under attack, as they try to make America Great Again and abridging certain freedoms of the press has become a priority for them.  The Press, declared a lying enemy of the American people by our Birther president, has sometimes been vicious in its assessments of the president.   It constantly and unfairly reprints the president’s tweets, which is none of their damn business, that’s a private conversation between the president and his followers.  The media reporters in the White House press corps insist on not only asking questions, and sometimes very tough ones, but demanding the right to follow-up questions.  

The administration is making some changes to the parameters regarding the press and appropriate questions, as well as streamlining clumsy new procedures for ensuring all those embarrassing public tap dances by administration spokespeople are not recorded and constantly replayed on the merciless liberal media, posted on the internet by anonymous, free-lance people like me who like to ridicule the powerful and unaccountable.  

They are working on new rules for what the press may report on, what they may broadcast, and what must keep secret from the public.  White House communications are now reportedly being exchanged using an encryption app that periodically auto-deletes inter-staff communications, to avoid a scandal like the one that plagued Crooked Hillary with all those emails on her personal server she had to destroy.  The app they are using is called Confide  and you can get a more detailed report here.

Another thing that people who feel under attack, or subject to criminal or civil charges, always do is “lawyer up.”   We have the right to hire a lawyer to defend our good name, our assets, our very asses.  Everyone has a right to hire a lawyer for any legal purpose.  I am not judging Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III for hiring a lawyer, nor am I judging Jared Kushner for hiring a lawyer.   Anyone in their position would do the same.   I am also not judging the president, or assuming he is guilty of anything, just because he hired some lawyers.   I’m judging him for other reasons, it’s hard not to, but he is clearly being prudent in hiring himself a legal team.

I don’t question his choice of someone like Marc Kasowitz*, nor would I think of suggesting that the president values loyalty over competence.  After all, Mr. Kasowitz is a highly successful $1,500/hour lawyer who has been defending Mr. Trump for years.   Mr. Kasowitz has other famous clients, he defended Bill O’Reilly against sexual harassment charges (as he has the president) as well as OJSC Sberbank, Russia’s largest bank (not charged, to my knowledge, with sexual harassment).  

Mr. Kasowitz represented Mr. Trump in connection with bankruptcies, casino restructuring and divorce proceedings.   He filed a multi-million dollar suit against Bill Maher for breach of contract when his client proved that neither of his parents were orangutans and Maher, in clear breach of his public oral offer, which Trump accepted by providing proof neither of his parents were orangutans (creating a legally binding contract, according to the suit), refused to donate the millions he promised to donate on Trump’s behalf.   That lawsuit was a complete success, one could claim.  More recently Kasowitz demanded an apology to Trump from the notorious NY Times (refused) and argued that the president should be immune from sexual harassment charges filed against him until Mr. Trump leaves office.  Kasowitz also represented Mr. Trump in the Trump University fraud case and negotiated the recent negligible $25,000,000 settlement as payment in full to victims of that bogus business.  

I don’t know where to go with this, except to note that we’ve had many bad, corrupt-looking, sometimes criminal psychopaths in the White House over the years.  And that this one, as far as my reading of the histories of our spotty experiment in democracy goes, appears to be the worst of them.

 

 

*    more on the dynamic Marc Kasowitz here.

Daily Puking Points

Talking points are not enough at this time.  Words have been reduced to funny sounds, signifying whatever the spin doctors say they now signify, regardless of whatever they may have meant five seconds ago. What we need now are good puking points.  Here  are a couple of quick ones, from American hero Amy Goodman.  

I can hear the clucking, so what if 198,000,000 information-rich American voter profiles were placed on-line for weeks by the Republican National Committee’s voting analytics data mining branch, Deep Root Analytics?  So what?  James “Toxic Turd” Mitchell and Bruce “Dickface” Jessen, psychologists paid tens of millions by Cheney and Bush to design the American torture program?  Ancient history, so what?  The U.S. appears to be currently participating in, or is at least complicit in (we deny it), the interrogation and torture of  detainees in Yemen today?  So what?  If it’s even true, the president is only keeping a campaign promise to do a lot worse than water-boarding.  They fucking hate our freedom.  What should we do, tickle ’em?

Ah say, Ah say, boy

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