If it was me

If it was me and a close friend I’d had for decades, since I was a kid, a person I loved, a person who finally found it impossible to remain friends with me in my embattled, inflamed marriage, called me to reconcile and be friends again, I would have taken him up on it.

Especially if it was true that I found this person unique in my life, funny and smart, still dreamed about him regularly, and both of my boys had very warm feelings toward him. I would have arranged a jam session with my two musician sons and my old friend, that would have been my first move.

There were many things I would have done that would have probably been better than sending him this text in response to a music clip he’d sent a few weeks earlier.

Just lovely! But I can’t contain my rage at the pussy assed Democrats and the pussies that they make Attorney General
who are too scared to put an ex President in jail. Fuck Garland. Imagine if the shoe had been on the other foot? Would have been the electric chair for Obama.

Well, on the plus side, at least he’s praying to God every morning with great devotion. As long as you’re right with your Creator, what do I have to say about anything?

Nazis want to defund any government they don’t control

Mehdi Hassan explains the weaponization, by America’s pugnacious Minoritarian party, once know as the Grand Old Party, of paying government debts already incurred. A government shutdown over the artificial “debt ceiling” was unthinkable until Charles Koch and friends’ unlimited, secret, tax deductible money and hundred tentacled political machine got enough traction in Congress and was amply amplified by dedicated right-wing media.

Put the “debt ceiling” right up there next to the sacred filibuster, something the sainted framers of the Jesus Christ-dictated Constitution never imagined in their wildest nightmares. But there it is, sacred and inviolable, ready and waiting for MAGA, to wield like Thor’s hammer as they unleash the Kraken that will destroy America’s credit rating and shake the global economy. A small price to pay for absolute power…

Give Mehdi a few minutes to explain, he does a great job.

If I don’t trust you…

I can’t make myself vulnerable, you might hurt me. You always hurt me, that’s why I don’t trust you.

You want me to be honest with you, but if I am honest, and you get upset, you will say I am attacking you. So I don’t trust you.

Since I don’t trust you, I am afraid because I don’t know what you will do. You can do anything. That’s what I’m afraid of, because I don’t trust you.

And around and around we go in this insane circular dance because there is no trust between us anymore. If we don’t have trust, what do we have?

All the love in the world can’t fix the crippling fear that takes hold, at the worst possible moment, when trust is dead.

Mediation to solve a dispute

Some conflicts lend themselves to mediation. Mediation, when successful, results in a compromise that gives each party more than they had when they came into mediation. Each party leaves a good mediation feeling that they now have enough.

My mother always felt that my sister and her children were ungrateful. She felt this because none of them ever said thank you when my mother took them to dinner every week. It burned my mother that my sister had never taught her children to say the words “thank you, Grandma.”

My sister’s position was that parents and grandparents give things to children and grandchildren out of love, and not in expectation of a show of gratitude. It annoyed my sister that her mother expected a polite show of gratitude from children she considered perfect as they were.

In this situation, had they been willing, a mediator could have made a great difference. The issue was very clear, and how to improve the conflict was also clear.

For purposes of their grandmother only, my sister’s children could have started saying “thank you, Grandma.” It would have made a big difference.

But, of course, my mother and my sister both insisted the other one would never agree to go to mediation and I dropped the idea after a while. The conflict lasted until the last days of my mother’s life.

In the situation where the conflict is “you hurt me” versus “no I did not, you fucking asshole,” I’m not sure what role a mediator would play, outside of hearing each party’s grievance against the other. Where is the mediated compromise in a conflict like this?

When trust is gone between two people

When trust is replaced by fear and defensiveness, your relationship is moribund, dead or starkly inauthentic.

Superficial friendship may be the best many people can do. It has its virtues. It rarely, if ever, hurts, it can be easily walked away from, should the need arise. Only a troubled friendship that felt like mutual trust and love over a long time can rip your heart apart.

“You broke my heart,” says one, feeling unfairly blamed for everything bad that happened between them.

“I did not, you just want to blame me and end our friendship.”

Set and match, if the stakes involve anger and a shudder of humiliation that makes honesty way too dangerous.