Merry Christmas everybody

Thank the Lord we are all once again free to utter those beautiful words in the United States of America. There’s nothing woke, unwoke or deep asleep about uttering a traditional holiday greeting to our Christian neighbors. Feliz Navidad, y’all.

That said, Jesus, of course, is probably quite unhappy (and rightfully so) about what his most public megaphones are representing as his principles: fuck the poor, screw the meek, child poverty is God’s will, as is pediatric cancer, competition beats cooperation every time, obscene wealth and unslakable greed are the Divine’s way of rewarding the righteous, guns don’t kill people, burning toxic things doesn’t cause pollution, spit on and beat homosexuals, make raped girls give birth, as God intended, etc.

But let me not tar American Christians with the ugly sins of perhaps only a hundred million or so of them. One of the finest people I ever knew, smart, funny, irreverent, mischievous, died a few weeks ago at ninety. Rose was a religious Catholic and went to mass every Sunday, until she was unable to and began attending by video link. When I was overwhelmed, and she was out of ideas, she’d tell me to put my faith in God and let God take care of things that caused me anguish. I would gently remind her that prayer and faith had been ruined for me early on by the staggeringly idiotic hypocrisy of the Hebrew school/Jewish center I attended. She understood, but urged me to try it anyway. I’d deflect with a joke and she’d respond with one of her trademark wisecracks.

To be loved by someone who is religious can put the whole exercise of religion in a much more sympathetic light. Sure religion is an engine of control, enforced conformity and, sometimes, murderous intolerance of other faiths. Of course people who become very wealthy, influential and powerful promoting religion quickly become corrupt hypocrites, if they don’t start out that way. An old Jew I once knew used to say “the longer the beard, the bigger the thief”. No religion has a monopoly on evil in the name of God. It is good, in the face of such common ugliness in the name of religion, to remember the blessing of true belief in a moral system ruled by a just Creator.

It is encouraging for me to think of examples like Rose Cuccaro, people who lose nothing of their great and unique personalities while being imbued with faith in a divine spirit, and committed to loving and serving those around them. Religion, at its best, does that. It also brings great comfort to the dying.

At Rose’s wake, her daughter told us that her mother dreamed (two nights before she died) that she was at a great dinner party with her nephew Frankie (great guy, he died a few years back) and so many other cherished loved ones, and she named them.  “All dead,” said Adrienne.  The next day she told her “Frankie’s here to take me home” and she went with her favorite nephew (anybody else at the party would have been just as happy to escort her) for the joyous reunion with the rest of them.  

We all agreed that Frankie was the most likely guide to come down to bring her home. Whether they sent him because he was the most recent arrival (“you go for her, rookie, you’ll get a kick out of it”) or just out of Frank’s basic nature, which would’ve been “let me do this, it’s Aunt Rose, I got this one.”   Not a bad way to end this dream, if you ask me, if you can believe it.

And with that, a merry Christmas to all. May the blessings of this holiday season, centered around the shortest day of the year, and faith in the coming of Spring, be upon you.

Rule by the best, the best

Trauma schmauma.

Thankfully, there were no long lasting psychological, health, or political effects of a deadly, highly contagious disease that had portable morgues outside of hospitals to deal with the overflow of American corpses.  Americans are by nature (and national myth) too healthy and optimistic to let something like a plague stop us from doing the work of America.   This is what we have now, the answer to all of our prayers…

Trauma schmauma. Make polio great again! Bird Flu, Turd Flu, fake flues!

Inspector General Joseph Cuffari successfully oversaw permanent deletion of all Secret Service/DHS texts and phone calls from J6

You can read about this creep, appointed by Donald Trump, and wonder why, after covering up the destruction of all January 6 Secret Service texts and phone logs, and those of other key DHS officials, and paying out over a million to settle suits related to his “official acts” as Inspector General, he is still serving, and ready to do his master’s bidding again on January 20th. Read about him here.

Here’s a disgustingly flavorful chunk of that article, which notes Biden has taken no action for months since getting the report, stating:

The Council of the Inspectors General on Integrity and Efficiency’s integrity committee found that Cuffari provided wrongfully inaccurate and misleading answers during his nomination process to become DHS IG, spent $1.4 million to hire a law firm likely to retaliate against three OIG senior executives who questioned his qualifications and attempted to influence the firm’s independent investigation into those employees. 

Cuffari, who was appointed by Donald Trump, was also accused of diminishing and delaying reports about sexual harassment at DHS, not informing Congress in a timely and adequate manner that the Secret Service deleted text messages related to the Jan. 6 attack on the Capitol and deleting his own work-related text messages. 

I never believed for a second that Joe Biden suffers any age-related dementia. He’s slower, he stutters, he’s always been famous for being a gaffe machine, but he’s sharp and coherent every time I hear him speak. With the glaring exception of his glassy-eyed cold medication addled zombie imitation disaster (don’t get me wrong, his zombie imitation was impeccable) during the first half of the infamous debate against Trump, which only confirmed to the live audience what corporate media had been saying the whole time: Biden, unlike Trump, is not fit to be president.

That said, what the fuck, Joe? Why is this openly corrupt Inspector General still in office, four years after covering up the destruction of all evidence of what happened, from the Homeland Security point of view, before, during and after the MAGA riot on January 6th? You can’t blame Merrick Garland for this one, Biden, or the Senate committee that needs to vote out USPS Board nominees to get rid of equally abhorrent fucking Looey DeJoy. Cuffari is an executive branch employee, directly accountable to you. He is untrustworthy and has taken direct action to protect your criminal predecessor/successor. What the fuck, Joe?

Seriously, Joe, what the fuck?

Contempt is always the same

Contempt is the same thing every time anyone experiences it.  Talk to as many people as you like about what it feels like, it always feels the same.  Details leading up to it will vary, but contempt is unmistakable. 

The only people who will fight you to the death about your right to be hurt by having your feelings disregarded, and insist on blaming you for deserving to be treated as they see fit, are the contemptuous.  

As for those deeply damaged folks, seriously, fuck those putos.   Contempt is their problem, you can’t fix ’em, help ’em, save ’em, make them feel any different.  They are fucked, and rightfully so.

When you see contempt, remain calm, leave

Contempt is the ugliest thing you can see in another person. It is a childish expression of vicious, outer-directed egotism: I am ultra important, you are a piece of shit, I can treat you however I want to and there’s nothing you can do about it. Once someone shows you contempt, there is no saving things, talking things out, reasoning, making peace. Contempt is the last corrosive word these assholes have to protect themselves against their own disabling insecurity.

It is always infuriating to be treated with contempt (also hurtful, unfair, despicable, indecent, etc.), but the best thing you can do, especially if one of these folks has any kind of power over you, is regard them calmly and get away from them as quickly as you can.  Even a stranger showing contempt is worth not reacting to, there is never anything to be gained, even if you like fighting and enjoy bashing bullies in the face.  There’s really nothing in it for you better than getting away from them for good.

Here’s a recent personal tale of facing contempt that I am actually grateful for.  This asshole’s show of contempt kept me out of the hands of a lying, negligent maniac doctor who sent an entirely false report of tests he never performed to my other doctors.  He works for Optum, by the way, which is part of United Healthcare — go figure!   I guess the entirely fabricated report is one reason Optum never sent me a bill for the three hour session Medicare paid 80% for.

The doctor was friendly and reassuring the first time I met him. He scheduled tests and when I asked about anesthesia he assured me I’d be given conscious sedation before the tests, which was a great relief to me. Having things shoved into your penis, scopes, tubes, etc., while not as horrible as it sounds, is bad enough. I was glad I’d be conscious but sedated for the procedure, which involved putting a thin tube into my bladder by way of my urethra and then filling my bladder with water.

When I arrived for the test, the nurse who was going to put the tube in asked if I was ready.  I said I would be, as soon as the conscious sedation was on board.  She reacted with frustration toward the doctor “I don’t know why he tells patients they’re getting conscious sedation, we don’t give that for this test, we never give conscious sedation, we don’t even have it in the office.  You have to be alert and answering questions.  I guess he thinks it calms patients down when he says that, but I always tell him it doesn’t.”

I confirmed that it doesn’t.  If I’d known, I told her, I would have taken a tranquilizer before I came for the test.  She said that would have been her advice, if I’d been told to call her prior to the procedure and that she was sorry nobody had told me to call her.  She had nothing she could give me.   The catheter went into my penis and into the urethra before stopping at an obstacle somewhere on the way to my bladder.  She retracted it.   For the next ninety minutes this angelic woman held my penis, keeping it warm in the cold room, as various applications of lidocaine did their best to numb my urethra, and tried at least three more times to insert various catheters into my bladder.  Finally she said the doctor would have to try it himself.

The doctor came in, sweaty and harried looking, by now it was getting toward closing time.  He asked how I was doing.  I told him I was wondering what happened to the conscious sedation.  He lost his shit, raising his voice and snarling that it was impossible that he’d ever said that, essentially calling me, and his nurse, a couple of fucking liars.  In that moment I knew this guy was not going to be my doctor.  I managed him as one does an out of control five year-old flinging shit around the room.  I made only one call to his office afterwards, to his nurse.  She told me how to get the medical records for my new urologist.

Highlights of the report:  results of the cystoscopy (a camera at the end of a wand inserted into the opening of the penis) he never performed.  He found no tumors, normal this, slightly abnormal that, the report said.  No mention of the unsuccessful attempts to insert the catheter to test the bladder, the test went fine, the bladder was normal.  He discussed all this with the patient, also getting claimed legal waivers from the patient on about twenty different fronts, covering his ass front and back, and the ass of Optum, and insulated the $560B corporation from the aggressions of any plaintiff’s lawyer who might want to make a fuss about a fictional narrative detailing the results of tests the doctor and his nurse never did.

Think of this, though. If the guy hadn’t had a temper tantrum and started throwing his poop around the room, I’d have gone back to him. I’d have never read his scandalous report, never known he was a compulsive liar. I’d have been in the hands of a maniac working for psychopaths. So the fact that I no longer tolerate contempt saved me from a world of trouble.

Looey Fucking DeJoy hearing, LOL!

click on it and you get this:

Pages 49-52 of the smirking, corrupt postmaster’s prepared statement address the USPS credo about transparency and accountability. Those policies amount to 403 Error, suckers. There is no such thing as transparency and accountability in a pay to play corporatized democracy where secrecy is essential for corrupt business as usual.

There is no available public information about committee vote deadlocks that stall things like a meaningful hearing with DeJoy BEFORE the election (to ask him why, for example, he refused the IG’s request to post mark mail-in ballots the day they are received or segregate mail-in ballots from the millions of other undelivered letters in the weeks leading up to the 2024 election) or why, and how (and by whom, Kyrsten Sinema?) the confirmation of any of Biden’s three picks for vacant USPS board of directors positions was stonewalled until Trump won the election?

You know what would be nice? A tally of how many mail-in votes were cast and counted in 2024. Would anyone be surprised to see the lowest rates of delivery of Democratic voter ballots (by zipcode) in the seven swing states (all won by DeJoy’s candidate by virtually identical margins)? There is no information anywhere on the internet, outside of recent updates like this one.

If you can do the calculation you’ll find out how many mail-in ballots were cast:

88,380,679 mail-in and early in-person votes cast nationally

48% of these were by mail. Making the total over 40,000,000. How many did DeJoy leave in the sorting houses, mixed with all the other late delivered and never delivered mailings? Nobody seems to have reported on any of that. Though the poor fucker was put through the wringer by House and Senate Committees 40 days before his benefactor is peacefully sworn in as the first felon who incited a riot to disrupt government and stay in power ever legally elected president of these United States.

In the 2020 election, 43% of all votes cast, more than 66 million ballots, were cast by mail (per US Census Bureau — which has no information on 2024, of course). Why the big drop off in 2024 when mail-in voting has increased in every presidential election since 2008? Until 2024, of course when it precipitously dropped by over 40%.

Ballotpedia.org was a decent source for this kind of info. Click.

Hah, what are you going to do? Democracy dies in darkness, boys and girls. LO fucking L!

4-2 quickly becomes 8-2 in a group of ten

When I was six or seven, and first learned about Switzerland’s neutrality in World War Two, I thought it was great that peaceful Switzerland didn’t get involved in the hideous carnage. It wasn’t long afterwards, once I learned a bit more about the Nazis, that I understood that Switzerland’s principled neutrality was actually an acceptance of the equal right of plundering Nazis and desperate, wealthy Jews, to safeguard their fortunes during this world catastrophe, to the great benefit of a banking nation who took no moral position on anything other than protecting, and enhancing their own, wealth. In other words, Swiss neutrality, when Nazis were going full ape shit in the world, was not a good thing but a rather evil thing.

Heather Cox Richardson, in a recent talk with Jon Stewart, made an excellent point about the feelings of most people. We want to get along, not have to fight, or be intimidated, or made to feel isolated or uncomfortable. In any group of ten, she pointed out, if two are intent on power and control, they will choose two, make them the source of all evil by vilifying them, often by lies, and turn the other six against them. You can see the short clip of her description here.

What I have come to realize is that it is only necessary for the two who want control of the group to recruit two others to their side.  If they can convince two, the next four are almost automatic.  The two they convince will be very credible advocates for the proposition that those two selected for exclusion are beyond redemption, sick, evil, disgusting, dirty, nasty, mean, ugly etc.  They will be the best ambassadors for the position of the two they follow.  It will be natural for the next two and then the last two to follow the group.  In a tight-knit group, consensus always makes sense if the group intends to remain intact. It is, after all, a loving group that very much cherishes its closeness.  Nothing brings people closer than shunning a common enemy.

Finding myself on the short end of this common equation, with a group of lifelong friends, I’ve had to ponder the dynamics of this in order to make some kind of peace with it. I’ve learned that those who can never be wrong, must be perfect, have no tools for resolving conflict, need to control others or they feel threatened themselves, live their lives on a war footing.

As you try to resolve a conflict with them they are already busy recruiting allies, spreading a stilted story to make you hateful, forming an iron coalition, first with two and then with everyone. It is impossible, then, after a good, righteous lynching, for a group to believe that they have done the wrong thing when they are unanimous in their moral position. In fact, the more wrong they are, the harder they will fight to make sure you’re good and dead and without any ability to make them feel like the credulous lynch mob they’ve become.

When you ask your old friends how they could believe such lies against you, they will insist that they are completely neutral, like Switzerland. Who are they to decide who is actually the Nazi in this scenario and who are those persecuted by Nazis? It’s a flawed metaphor. They are Switzerland, they will insist, taking no side, but, sadly, they will never see you or talk to you again.