Gray Lady, pouring it on!

Top three stories in today’s online New York Times:

Why would Biden’s protective White House aides worry that even his small mistakes would be exploited and endlessly repeated in a right wing and corporate media echo chamber?  Do you read your own headlines, Grey Lady?

I guess the partisan Robert Hur did his job as well as NY Times star reporter Judith Miller did her job back in 2001 for Dick Cheney, Condoleezza Rice, Donald Rumsfeld and all the other administration talking heads who cited the NY Times for the quote they fed to her “don’t let the smoking gun be a mushroom cloud”  to insinuate that Saddam Hussein was on the verge of having nuclear weapons, to justify the illegal invasion of iraq after 9/11.

As for Judith Miller, her Wikipedia entry begins:

Judith Miller (born January 2, 1948)[1] is an American journalist and commentator who covered Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction (WMD) program both before and after the 2003 invasion, which was later discovered to have been based on inaccurate information from the intelligence community.[2][3] She worked in The New York Times‘ Washington bureau before joining Fox News in 2008.

It makes perfect sense that she wound up at Fox, but the larger question is — what the fuck New York Times?

Jen Rubin says it better than I do:

Goddamn it, Grey Lady!

Can you spot the New York Timesisms here?

The New York Times continues:

The Biden campaign has built its strategy around telling voters that the November election is a choice between the president, whatever doubts the public has about his age, and an opponent in Mr. Trump, 77, whom they paint as a threat to democracy and personal freedoms.

Fair is fair, it is the centerpiece of Biden campaign strategy to paint Trump as a threat to democracy and personal freedoms. It is a two billion dollar  campaign strategy to portray Trump, an ordinary political candidate for president with an unremarkable history, mounting a typical reelection campaign, as some kind of existential threat. Calling him a threat as part of an attack ad campaign, like they all do.

Fair is fair, the Trump appointee who Merrick Garland appointed special counsel to investigate Joe Biden’s handling of classified documents, made comments well beyond the scope of his brief — which was to determine if Biden had or had not committed a crime related to taking government documents.Hur (no relation to Ben) determined that Biden could not be prosecuted and then opined, gratuitously as this blahg you are reading now, that Biden is perhaps in too feeble a mental state to have even been able to form any kind of plan to commit the crimes.No jury would convict such a feeble, doddering, sad, amiable but pitiable old man who barely knew what was going on, added Hur in his final report. You know how the DOJ always like to include a little gossipy stuff in their official reports, spill a  little tea, like cattily opining about people’s fitness for their elected position and the political reasons to doubt their abilities.

NY Times, taking the ball and running with it, along with the rest of corporate media.

Or as Biden ad libbed the other day at that news conference where he was angry at special counsel Trump appointee Hur being out of line and working in the interests of a political opponent:

FOX reporter:Are you having problems with your memory?

Biden:I must be, I’m taking a question from you.

Isn’t that right, Grey Lady?

A method to their psychopathy

Heather Cox Richardson describes some of the more insane things Trump has demanded his party do in recent months and then cuts to the chase, in her inimitable way, with this summary:

“Trump is reinforcing a narrative where the only acceptable outcome is his victory, thus preemptively delegitimizing any electoral defeat,” Evansville attorney and former Indiana Republican delegate Joshua Claybourn told Wren. “It sets the stage for yet another crisis of legitimacy in the November general election.”

Mike Murphy, a former Republican member of the Indiana House of Representatives, offered Wren a different theory about Trump’s actions: “The bottom line is he’s completely unhinged. He is literally off his rocker.”

But there is a method behind the madness. Trump’s actions are not those designed to win an election by getting a majority of the votes. They are the tools someone who cannot win a majority uses to seize power. 

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MAGA 1861-style

Fascinating, disturbing but not surprising bit of American history I’d never heard about, from an op-ed in yesterday’s NY Times by Akhil Reed Amar (link to full piece here)

Mr. Trump’s lawyers legitimately ask what counts as a disqualifying insurrection. Section 3, they note, was clearly aimed at oath-breakers who had backed insurrections akin to the Civil War. In that calamitous insurrection, more than half a million people died. The Jan. 6 Capitol riot, they argue, pales in comparison.

But Section 3’s authors actually had not one but two recent insurrections in mind. Before the bloody insurrection that began when cannons roared at Fort Sumter in April 1861, there was the first insurrection of the 1860s, led by cabinet members of outgoing President James Buchanan, including John B. Floyd, the war secretary, and Philip Francis Thomas, the treasury secretary, among many others. A shadowy network of affiliates and co-conspirators aimed in several and nefarious ways — including mayhem, military subversion and even murder, if need be — to prevent the lawful counting of President-elect Abraham Lincoln’s electoral votes and to thwart his lawful inauguration in early March 1861.

From one angle, the first insurrection was even worse than the giant insurrection that followed. It aimed not merely to shrink the union, but to undo a legitimate presidential election for all Americans.

On Feb. 13, 1861 — the closest equivalent of Jan. 6, 2021 — Congress met to certify Lincoln’s victory. Malicious anti-Lincoln men congregated near the Capitol. But thanks to Gen. Winfield Scott’s steely defense, the Capitol held.

In some ways, the insurrection of 2021 was worse than the first insurrection of 1861. The Capitol did not fall in 1861, but it was breached in 2021.

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Lincoln won the Electoral College in the election of 1860, although he was not on the ballot in any of the eleven states that seceded and formed the Confederacy (to get on the ballot a certain number of signatures was needed, people collecting signatures for Lincoln were run out of town or lynched).I’d never heard, until today, about the MAGA-like machinations of sitting government officials, their henchmen and a mob to try to keep Lincoln out of office, two months before full scale Civil War broke out.The second time Lincoln won, of course, during the Civil War, he was shot in the head at close range, days after Lee surrendered to Grant, by an enraged Confederate shouting “sic semper tyrannis!” thus may it always be with tyrants.

History comes up with very similar ugly scenarios over and over, like disgusting burps from a meal that was right on the edge of food poisoning.The traitor who led the Confederate army in a war that killed more Americans than any other was honored years later with his likeness on a US postage stamp.The president of the Confederacy was tried criminally, for treason, but the trial was too divisive and political and the new DOJ, I guess, finally just threw up its hands on prosecuting him.Old Jefferson Davis walked away with a wry smile, no harm, no foul.Here’s a piece about that shameful failure of justice, first long delayed, then shadily negotiated, then denied.

During World War II pro-Nazi gangs in America and pro-Nazi members of Congress, literally calling themselves America First, who propagandized for, aided and gave comfort to actual German Nazis who had declared war on the United States, an enemy the US was then fighting… uh, no convictions, because there were passionate, angry people on both sides, particularly the violent, pro-Nazi side.Rachel Maddow did a brilliant audio series on this shit show, called Ultra, highly recommended.Steven Spielberg immediately bought the screen rights for this suspenseful film noir tragedy.

No trial for the antidemocratic masterminds, Bannon, Eastman, Giuliani, Kerik, Flynn and their ilk, who sat in the War Room at the Willard Hotel coordinating the “Green Bay Sweep” the plan by MAGA congressmen and senators to block the certification of Biden’s election and swap in fake electors, including incitement of a violent riot, based on incendiary lies believed by millions, to discard the ballots of millions of Black people and voters in Anarchist Jurisdictions and keep their leader in power? The stink of it all is sickeningly familiar.

Like the ongoing racist, misogynist attacks against the Black, female Fulton County DA who is now under fire, in our craven corporate bottom-line media, for calling the attacks against her racist.Her private life, her sex life, is fair game for these scumbag defendants, and the media takes it seriously, rattles on about some undefined appearance of impropriety and maybe she should walk away.

As I was taught early on in law school, if you have the facts, pound the facts, if you have the law, pound the law, if you have neither the facts nor the law, pound the table.These table-pounding fucks are trying to stir up enough of a foul stench that the court system itself walks away, as has happened before in our storied, often erased history.

The need for validation vs. the need for good feedback

People with an insecure sense of self are outer-directed, they live their lives for the validation of the people around them.Since they felt belittled and neglected when they were too young to do anything but suffer, they take pains to look physically perfect, according to the fashion of the day, they seek praise, status, social position, awards from their peers.All these are part of a lifelong attempt to make themselves feel better, more valuable and worthier of love, than others.They live in a hierarchical world where some people are simply much more important than others, by virtue of working to earn their self-worth in an objectively quantifiable way.

They live in a win/lose competitive world where winners win and are admired by those around them for having the will and talent not to be losers. As far as I can see, that world is the destructive illusion of superficial idiots, but I have always been super-opinionated about things like the justness of rigid social hierarchies and those who conform to social systems without any real questions about their validity.I keep thinking of the billions of people this worldview consigns to inferior, permanent, inter-generational loser status simply as the way things are.

I have always felt a need for the useful feedback I almost never got as a child. What is different about my need for a response and the need for outer validation I’ve sketched above? In both cases we are looking for assurances about the good effect our words and actions have on others. Everyone likes a sincere compliment, it’s always gratifying to be spoken well of by others. In the case of validation-seeking, the thing sought is praise and admiration. That is different, to my mind, than seeking an intelligent critique of your work, sometimes your deeds.

A person writes to convey thoughts, ideas and feelings to others.Writing is an extension of the desire to have a good, mutual conversation, one of the great pleasures of being human, as far as I can see. There is really no better way to gauge how well a piece of writing achieves the goals you intend than by getting good notes from a reader.This feedback allows us to understand what is still unclear to others in our work, or objectionable, or feeble, or unconvincing, and to address ambiguity, sloppiness, or assuming the comprehensibility of complex things we have not sufficiently laid out the context for understanding.With those comments in mind we can fix those things and come closer to our aim. Comments we can mull over keep the conversation moving forward, which is integral to why we communicate in the first place.Silence by way of response is a real conversation stopper, to state the obvious.

Validation-seeking people tend to stay very busy, they are socially active, work hard, program their leisure time down to the minute, consult the clock for when it’s time to end the party and get eight hours of sleep to be up and at ’em full force the next morning.Their every waking effort goes toward earning the self-acceptance and self-admiration they can’t feel except as reflected back to them by others.Sitting quietly by themselves, unless they are exercising their abdominal muscles, burning calories or something useful like that, is unthinkably difficult for them.It is as if they literally can’t see themselves unless they are engaged with others who appreciate them.

Of course, I probably only feel this way because I’ve always spent most of my hours alone.One could make a decent argument that I like nothing better than the company of my own constantly rippling thoughts and ideas.I learned early to soothe myself this way when I felt ignored – learning to play music, drawing, writing, cooking.I am always happy to spend time with other people, or talk to them at length – and I need these contacts as much as anyone does, maybe more – but I also accept myself the way I am and have as much compassion for myself as I do toward anyone else I care about.

Am I a great guitar player or any kind of virtuoso?No, but I am the greatest guitar player I can be at the moment.It means a great deal to me to play every note as cleanly, purposefully and soulfully as I can, to learn new ways to play the same melody, new positions on the neck for chords and little tricks, to become a more fluent improviser.Most people don’t think of any of these things, like the many different ways to play the same note, which I think is a shame.

To those who focus almost entirely on what the outer world says about us, you are either a professional musician getting paid and recognized for your work or an amateur with a slightly obsessive hobby which is nice, but a bit vain, because what does it really say about a person if they waste hours a day playing Beatles tunes?

It would be marginally better to the validation-focused, perhaps, to play sophisticated, challenging jazz tunes, or the best of classical guitar, if they would even notice that difference in material. They’re often not even able to hear any of it very clearly because it is just – they don’t even know what the hell compels someone to do it. Beatles, jazz standards or classical — best, to me, is playing what you love best and can make sound the most beautiful, but, fuck, enough about me.

Trump’s team “respectfully disagrees”

The three (female) judge panel from the DC circuit court of appeals ruled unanimously that an ex-president does not have blanket immunity against criminal prosecution for crimes committed while in office.Not a big surprise.The president’s spokesman, guy named Cheung, said Trump “respectfully disagrees” with the unanimous ruling.

“If immunity is not granted to a president, every future president who leaves office will be immediately indicted by the opposing party,” Mr. Cheung said. “Without complete immunity, a president of the United States would not be able to properly function.”

If he’s a fucking criminal.

Trump’s logic is kind of self-evident, if you love him. Trump was the forty-fifth president.All forty-four presidents before him, on leaving office, immediately pleaded the absolute, blanket immunity that Bill Barr told Trump he had on more than one occasion, until Barr realized he too might die in prison if he kept going forward with the Orange Polyp’s determination to carry out multiple criminal plans to remain in power after losing his re-election bid.If these ex-presidents had not all invoked their lifetime immunity from criminal prosecution, all would have been immediately arrested and locked up, without trial, by their ascendant political enemies!!!And, obviously, their successor would have had each of them killed in prison, having absolute, blanket, lifetime immunity from criminal prosecution, for anything, ever.It’s only common sense … to an insane person.

Here’s the outraged King of MAGA himself, as only he can do it:

A President will be afraid to act for fear of the opposite Party’s Vicious Retribution after leaving OFFICE.I am your retribution, I will take the things the sick, dangerous enemy deliberately weaponized and exact my terrible vengeance with them. The earth will Shake, Rattle and Retribute, universal, mandatory death penalty, Cod Bless these SHAYsssh. Biden grime fambily.

This prick is relentless in his greed

Jeff Bezos only makes $131, 666 a minute, this master of the universe (divide by 60 the $7,900,000 an hour he made last year, per Robert Reich, a reliable source). I guess the fucking piece of shit really, really, really wants to be the richest man who ever lived and some other super-competitive piles of dreck are giving him a run for his money.What a shamelessly avaricious little scumbag.I wish him an eternal afterlife in the most lavish, exclusive hell imaginable.Fuck this fucking puto.

And why not try to rake in a few more billion from his millions of addicted customers when he has the power and ability to do so?It’s a lot better making a little extra cash than paying a reasonable amount of tax to a government he can’t completely control… worse, a government who only wants to control him, force him to collectively bargain with his underpaid workers, employ fair business practices, tax him for his massive contribution to global warming and unconscionable shit like that.

Catastrophizing

I wake up with my skin crawling.Can’t sleep anymore because, in addition to all my other troubles at the moment, I have these fucking microscopic devils running around under my skin.Oh, my god… the horror, the fucking horror!I am soon ripping at my own skin.

This hellish looking baby is called a scabie (Sarcoptes scabiei), a parasitic mite that lives, in the millions, under the skin and causes a contagious itch with… exudative crust

I scratch my skin hopelessly because it itches everywhere, worst in the places I can’t hope to reach.

Note:there is no evidence that I have scabies.In fact, I don’t have scabies. A friend in France recently described this nightmare to me, and the wonderful news he had from a doctor — his case is called “clean scabies” which, like “friendly fire”, or “collateral damage”, really doesn’t change the awful outcome, but is supposed to make you feel better since, in your case, the plague that is tormenting you did not result from your own poor hygienic practices.  

I looked up scabies and found this nightmarish image of the tiny fucker who runs in hoards making the skin horripilate and forming crusts over the itchy places where exudation occurs.Naturally the image of this tiny, demonic monster popped into my head when I woke up today itching.Once it was there, I couldn’t get it out.

Because my new knee is still often immobilizingly painful ten months after replacement surgery, because I can’t exercise, because, after an objectively hellish experience with old friends I am wrestling with a playful anaconda of a manuscript that, while smiling, challenging and fun much of the time, is still a twenty foot long deadly constrictor, because all my eggs are in one basket and that basket is shredding, because I am flesh and must go the way of all such things… because the city cut off the water this morning and I have buckets of water all over for cooking, washing and toilet flushing… because, because, because….

It doesn’t occur to me, or it does but I dismiss the thought, that I am itching because of dry skin, a common malady of winter in temperate zones that gets more demanding with age.Next to the bed I have a pump bottle of moisturizer, placed there for soothing dry, itching skin.Applying it is a much better option than clawing at my own skin and twitching at the thought of parasitic mites doing gleeful gymnastics under my skin, but it seems as hopeless as everything else at the moment, too much skin to moisturize, can’t reach the places it itches most, wah, wah!Catastrophe!

Catastrophizing happens when you are overwhelmed by the challenges you face and are at the end of your ability to objectively weigh your circumstances.You can no longer see them one by one as discrete things to deal with, they have united to destroy you once and for all. All the afflictions described two paragraphs above are true.Taken one at a time they are all things that can be taken care of, though some take a long time and require a long term perspective.Taken as a whole, as the relentless, million-faced army of the same implacable enemy, they appear in the form of the undefeatable microscopic tormentor pictured above.

The thought of this whole subject makes my goddamned skin crawl.