Once again a tin-pot quasi-dictator makes war

Pity the unhappy people of Iran, involuntary extras in evil men's fantasy theatrics. Or maybe I should say who are the target of an unconstrained little boy who likes blowing things up. 

Diana Butler Bass has re-upped a sermon from that uppity Jesuit priest Daniel Berrigan from the beginning of George W. Bush's excellent adventure in Iraq. We know how that turned out ...

Our country is at war. One of the beatitudes, “Blessed are the makers of peace,” touches closely on our situation, which hovers between predicament and holy opportunity.

What indeed can it mean in such days as we endure, to be ‘peacemakers’? Not ‘just war’ theorists, not ‘pacifists,’ not, surely not war makers. But ‘blessed are the peacemakers,’ ‘the makers of peace.’

The term in the original Greek, is disturbingly concrete, physical. One makes peace in somewhat the way one makes a table or a building, a school or a hospital, something useful or beautiful or both. We make peace in somewhat the way two people make a child. Makers of peace. The task is untidy, unfinished, laborious, always to be started anew....

There are always more idiots who think they can blow things up without consequence -- and without regard for dead children. And the task of a decent people is always the same: to make peace, not wars.

Two days ago, the historian Timothy Snyder offered his two most likely rationales for Trump's excellent little Persian war. He sees: 

... two interpretive frameworks: a foreign war as a mechanism to destroy democracy at home; and a foreign war as an element of personal corruption by the president of the United States.

From the United States, the most plausible angle of view is domestic politics, not foreign policy. Wars are a tool of undermining and undoing democracies....

At home, we know Trump's approval is cratering, so no wonder he needs a war. 

[From afar] ... who might be directly interested in Iranian regime change? Who has given it more thought than Washington? Insofar as there was any sort of foreign policy involved here, I suspect that it was that of countries that the Trump administration considers to be its allies in the region.

The basic structural feature of regional politics is a rivalry between Iran on the one side and Gulf Arab states plus Israel on the other. Given that this structural feature is a far more durable element of politics than the wavering and contradictory statements of the Trump administration, it is a good place to start. And where does it lead?

It leads to personal politics or rather personal gain. Given the stupefyingly overt corruption of the Trump administration, one must ask whether the United States armed forces are now being used on a per-hire basis. ...

The sheiks who pay the bribes to the Trump family are getting what they want. Most certainly, Bibi Netanyahu is getting what he wants from his dopey friends.

Let's hope this war stay "little." People far more knowledgeable than I doubt that "limited" war in the region is possible ... 

Speak its name!

That's right. A headline a former Buffalonian can love:

I don't miss winter. But this San Franciscan sure understands. 

Once upon a time in the midst of Iraq War II, citizens of this city tried to name our new brand new sewage treatment plant for George W. Bush. Cooler heads prevailed, alas ...

U.S. Olympians get to be real Americans

And our Orange Toddler of a president, doesn't like that.

Some days the only bit of day to day media coverage I can stomach are the offerings from the sports writers. The San Francisco Chronicle's Ann Killion brings smarts and empathy to reporting on the antics of our Winter Olympians. She argues "why none of us should 'stick to sports.'"

That was a rough couple of weeks for the “Stick to Sports” folks, who — at best — always sound a bit naive about how the sports world works, as though athletic endeavors happen in a remote silo off in the distance and are not a reflection of society at large.

The wildly popular Milan Cortina Winter Olympics — the highest rated in 12 years — were a perfect illustration of how sports always has and always will intersect with society and the issues of the times.

...As the [U.S.A. hockey team] men celebrated their stunning overtime win over Canada and FBI Director Kash Patel — already under fire for using an FBI plane for personal travels at taxpayer expense — chugged beer and acted like he had scored the winning goal, a congratulatory call came in from the president of the United States. Not unusual. 

What was unusual was that Donald Trump, after inviting the men to the State of the Union address and the White House, took the moment to be divisive and belittling to other American gold medalists: “And we have to — I must tell you — we’re going to have to bring the women’s team. If I don’t do that I probably would be impeached.”

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The women’s team also won gold, also beating Canada, on Thursday. For some reason, they did not receive a congratulatory phone call from the president of the United States. Citing scheduling — the players finished the Olympics last week and are back to the PWHL and college this week — they politely declined Trump’s half-baked invitation.

... The disdain for women’s sports, the lack of care over the hard work put in and the ongoing discrimination that females athletes face is real, and it was on full display in that phone call. 

Killion reminds that these are very young people, obviously committed to and engulfed by the demands of being the very best at their sports.

The U.S. men took a rash of grief for laughing at the president’s remark. I give them some grace because they were jacked up on adrenaline and beer and most Americans have been trained to smile at powerful men’s awkward, cringey attempts at humor. In truth you can hear one player clearly say “Absolutely” that the women should be invited and a few others call out “Two for two.” The two programs are close and generally supportive of one another.

... During the Games, American athletes were asked questions about things happening in their country and answered honestly and were attacked for those answers. Trump called one young American athlete, freestyle skier Hunter Hess, “a real loser.” Athletes from Minnesota and elsewhere felt strongly about what they were seeing on the streets of American cities and spoke their minds, and they were condemned for doing so.

... [Richmond, California's Alysa] Liu, whose father fled China in 1989 after participating in the student protests in Tiananmen Square, found herself being embraced by the conservative right in recent days, and the phrase “Be an Alysa Liu” caught fire on social media.

That’s a bit of a funny spot for the “alt” kid from the East Bay who defies convention and other people’s opinions. At the same time that “Be an Alysa Liu” was trending, also going viral was an interview with Liu, who said: “I think it is really important to notice the faults in our own government. Things are a little rough. There’s so many protests that are going on and I’ve attended. Coming from a family of immigrants, I think immigrants deserve rights.” ...

After all, these young folks are Americans. Since we are by and large untutored in their sports, the focus they attract redounds on us as well as on them. Our cheers for them are not only for their individual wizardry, but also because they demonstrate the country can produce skill and flair in arenas where most of us could never win entry. And that's good thing for them and for the country. 

... The athletes who wear the flag have grandparents or great-grandparents who fought fascism.They have parents who fled repressive regimes that allowed no freedom of speech or a right to protest. They know they have the right to speak their mind, to make their own choices, to stand up for what they believe is just, to demand respectful treatment, to insist on equality. 

If all this honesty and self-reflection makes the U.S. Olympic team “Team Woke,” a lot of us are here for it. And it’s just more proof that there’s no “sticking to sports.” Sports and social issues can’t be separated. 

Jesse Jackson remembered

It poured and poured cold rain as the crowd waited for the Presidential candidate. And then he finally showed up, hours late. Based on the response of the waiting people, it had all been worth the pain.

The last rally of the Rev. Jesse Jackson's 1988 run for the Democratic  presidential nomination took place in San Francisco's Castro District in front of the AIDS Hospice called Coming Home. We knew Jackson wasn't going to win the big prize -- this had become obvious weeks previously, though he kept winning more of the vote than orthodox commentators expected. 

That spring, wearing a Jackson button had brought knowing smiles from strangers on the street. It felt as if one had joined a secret society. He did come in first in the San Francisco vote; Michael Dukakis did not inspire.

But we all knew that last rally was an end of one phase of struggle. (Struggle never ends, after all.)

And somebody had to do the physical advance work for the event -- set up volunteers, place barricades, ensure traffic flow, alerts to neighbors about parking, etc., etc. etc. Somehow Erudite Partner and I ended up the site coordinators tasked with making sure all that worked. And that's a tale.

Because it was already obvious that the Jackson campaign was not going to lead to political jobs or perhaps anywhere, the infighting between various little lefty sects who had glommed on to the campaign only became more acute in the last days. They all wanted a piece. They generated position papers. Their idea of political heft was to ensure that their slogans or banners were front and center; not for them the question of how many and where there should be porta potties!

However at least one or two of this fractious bunch who had constituted themselves the local Jackson campaign knew that somebody was going to have to do the menial work of making the rally actually happen -- so they did something smart: they deputized a couple of lesbians (not left-sectarian affiliated, I should mention). There we were, a week before the event, drawing site plans and wondering where we could get enough folding chairs for VIPs in attendance. 

We rapidly ran into an unexpected obstacle. Reverend Jackson was a legit presidential candidate, so he came with Secret Service protection. As site coordinators, we had to be vetted. And we'd just returned from a trip to Castro's Cuba with the Venceremos Brigade, back in the day when that was at least somewhat radical. We wondered ... but by this time in the Jackson campaign, the Secret Service had gotten used to non-standard resumes among campaign workers. And they were very competent and professional to work with; they were not going to let anyone kill Reverend Jackson!

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And so, we prepped as best we could and finally the big day came. A crowd of perhaps 1000 gathered in Collingwood Street, behind our barricade. Reverend Jackson had broken with the entire political establishment by speaking compassionately about AIDS/HIV. The LGBT+ community was coming out of six years in which science and medicine had no answer for "the gay plague." Hundreds sickened and died; no one really knew why for years. Far too much of straight society thought queers had brought this on themselves. Ronald Reagan, to his eternal shame, wouldn't speak the disease's name when his friend Rock Hudson succumbed in 1985. Eventually the disease got a name, but the first palliative drug, AZT, only became available in March 1988. 

Only such a traumatized community would have thought to hold a political rally outside a hospice where their people were dying.

On the day, it rained some more. As is typical of political candidates, Reverend Jackson was hours late. When he finally arrived, he was rushed inside to meet patients and those local pols who had enough pull to get away from the rain. Outside, the crowd waited. Then, finally, he came out the front door.

My friend Kathleen Duffy who served as the sign-language interpreter that day has been kind enough to share the San Francisco Chronicle's photo of Jackson's gesture to the crowd. His very appearance at such a place and time spoke his message to all those who found themselves involuntary outsiders to their own country: "Keep hope alive!" 

The crowd roared. Jackson caught the wave of emotion. And then he did exactly what the Secret Service had hoped to prevent. He charged down the stairs of Coming Home, started gripping hands along the barricade -- and then threw his 6'3" body over the low fence and plunged into the crowd, grasping hands and giving hugs.

The Secret Service patiently pulled him back; the people screamed. 

The queers had been seen. And given their hearts ...

When it was all over, we made sure the porta potties were returned. 

Yet another atrocity of the regime

They keep thinking of further ways to punish people violating, or existing, outside their picture of what America means. I had not thought of this one -- but of course...

Jill Filipovic reports: 

As part of its strategy of arresting and warehousing immigrants in abhorrent conditions which are leading to illness and even death, the Trump administration is grabbing up pregnant and unaccompanied migrant children from across the country and shipping them off to Texas so that they can’t get safe and legal abortions — and where they also don’t get adequate medical care.

This is an administration rule: If an undocumented child is pregnant, she goes to a single South Texas shelter in San Benito, where abortion is outlawed and where she will be hours away from the large hospitals that have the kind of specialized obstetric care that pregnant girls need. The girls are being sent to Texas specifically because Texas bans abortion, and moving them there means that they won’t be able to end their pregnancies. 

There are reportedly more than a dozen pregnant girls currently being held at this center. Before this policy was put into place, pregnant children who were in the US illegally and without a guardian would be sent to trained foster families or specialized facilities; not anymore. The directive came from Angie Salazar, the director of refugee resettlement, but was pulled directly from the Heritage Foundation’s Project 2025 plan. ...

Filipovic -- rightly I think -- characterizes what is happening here as rape, the state repeating what has already been done to these children.

... after having control over every aspect of their lives stripped away, from where they live to what has happened to them sexually, the Trump administration is committing what I would qualify as tantamount to a second rape: Saying, just like a rapist does, your body is not yours, and I will do with it what I want.  

The girls' story escaped into the mainstream because even employees of the Office of Refuge Resettlement under the Trump administration understood they were being part of something very wrong. The plan to ship pregnant migrants of any age to Texas where abortion is outlawed was part of Project 2025. 

Any atrocity to ensure women have no control over our bodies ...

Why Do We Cough?

So after a week of this virus and sick of hacking up mucus, I consulted Dr.Google. This doesn't seem false:

I sure as hell don't intend to be sidelined by a cough for 8 weeks though. This thing has been with me for a week and I've had it! Maybe an exorcism?

Why can't the girls play?

Another video --this one of my world champion women's Nordic combined courtesy niece making a pitch for inclusion of her specialty in the 2030 games. Why not include the women? They compete on the World Cup circuit. She's got help from a lot of other Olympic skiers and the lieutenant governor of Vermont. 

They make 'em fierce in Chicago ...

Still too sick to think cogently, but this caught my fancy.

This violates my rule that I don't engage with primaries in other peoples' states. What do I know? This woman seems to have a good chance of winning a Senate seat. Anyway, she's blunt. Here's her Wikipedia page. The primary election is March 17.

This is f...ing wrong!

Immigration regulations and law is almost unfathomably complicated. John Oliver does a solid job of unsnarling the human shitshow that ICE, CBP, Stephen Miller, Kristi Noem, and Tom Homan are making of it. Enjoy!

A ballad for a patriotic weekend

 Mine eyes have seen the crime-ing and the sliming of the Trump 

He lost sight of all decency – his head is up his rump 

And with his team of crooks and liars, sycophants and chumps 

The fraud is marching on 

 

His lawyers are on speed dial, and they’re working overtime 

to fight off all the lawsuits and the scandals and the crime 

He tries to shake off Epstein, but he can’t shake off the slime 

The cover-ups pile on 

 

Lordy! Lordy! How he'll screw ya! 

With his lies, he’ll try to fool ya 

But, don’t ever let him rule ya! 

No, we will not back down! 

 

Mine ears have heard the smearing and the slander from the right 

defiling truth and honesty and substituting spite 

inventing Trumped-up charges, nabbing people day and night 

The hate is marching on 

 

I’ve seen them cut the taxes for the richest billionaires

While stealing from the working class and causing great despair 

And now polluters have their way with all our land and air 

Their wreckage will live on 

 

Lordy! Lordy! How they screw ya! 

With their lies, they try to fool ya 

But, don’t ever let ’em rule ya! 

No, we will not back down!

 

Santa Fe Raging Grannies. Lyrics by Granny Marcy. 

The virus is winning -- for today

 

For the moment, this cartoon says all that needs to be said (or that I can say) about my mental acuity. Vigorous anti-fascist blogging will resume when the rhinovirus departs. Very soon, I hope.

Friday cat blogging

 

Mio really does sleep in this posture. He's just so big that he hangs off his furniture. 

The languid look continues when he wakes up.

Minneapolis: on seeing for themselves

As the seige of Minneapolis continues (and I won't believe DHS head-crook Tom Homan's claim of withdrawal until the locals confirm it), there's mainstream media coverage of the murders of observers, of the arbitrary and violent cruelty of the ICE paramilitary against immigrants and others, of complaints from clergy and some politicians. But unsurprisingly, the media finds it harder to get at what ordinary citizens of the Twin Cities are feeling.

And then, every once in a while, at the end of a long story, there are tantalizing tidbits from the folks on the ground. The experience if being under seige by goons has been life-changing for at least a few:

Lindsey Gruttadaurio, 62, an insurance claims adjuster, had never been to a protest before. A centrist Democrat, she grew up in a military family, and often disagrees with progressives. But watching the ICE raids on the news motivated her, so on Jan. 23, she bundled up and went.

She immediately felt comfortable.

“It’s like a Lutheran potluck — just go and you’ll be fine,” she said.

“It was thrilling. There was a lot of cussing. It was fantastic, actually.”

The thrill, she said, came from being together with all those people and the power in that.

 “We’ve found our voice and it’s never going away now.

Owen Deneen, a nurse who was walking downtown in hospital scrubs at lunchtime on Friday, said it was as if “a natural disaster happened and it’s neighbor helping neighbor.”

He and his wife also went to the Jan. 23 protest, also his first. He said he felt “a mix of anger and resolution” during the demonstration.

When the couple broke away from the crowd to walk back toward their car, he said the temperature felt like it dropped by 15 degrees. They looked at each other and realized that it was because they had left “the closeness” of the crowd.

“It’s much colder when you’re alone,” he said. 

If it comes to this, I hope my neighbors will respond so bravely and openly. I think we might.

• • •

This clip is only a preview of a podcast behind a paywall, but Beinart's interview with Arielle Lekach-Rosenberg, lead rabbi of Shir Tikvah, a “justice-seeking, song-filled” congregation in South Minneapolis is a granular account of what it is like to live under occupation. She finds herself in immediate proximity to where Renee Good and Alex Pritti were killed. 

No special rules for special people. How about no special people at all?

There was a moment when our TV reception wasn't working properly during the Stupor Bowl, so I didn't see this live. But I've seen it now:

Jeffrey Epstein's victims aren't going to let us forget ...

It's taken a lot to get me to pay attention to the "revelations" about the "Epstein class." (Good label for 'em, that.)

That entitled rich white men should feel that have a right to the bodies and bodily service of very young, usually poor, women is not news. That's how these guys get their self-esteem, especially the ones who are just hangers-on in proximity to truly creative and accomplished people. That's too many men, though certainly not all men.

Guess I'm just a jaded lesbian feminist. These men are profoundly uninteresting, dim-witted slaves to their banal desires.

• • • 

Dan Pfeiffer, a Democratic communications guru, applauds how Georgia Democratic Senator Jon Ossoff explains why the Epstein files matter: 

... The release of millions of pages from the Epstein files has made clear that many of the long-running conspiracy theories surrounding the world’s most notorious sex trafficker were, in fact, grounded in reality. There truly was an elite network of people who either participated in or knowingly looked away from Epstein’s crimes—and the government spent years protecting many of them by keeping those records secret.

The public takeaway has been simple and powerful: there are two sets of rules in America—one for elites and one for everyone else.

That is why the Epstein story has captured so much attention. The idea of powerful people protecting one another at the expense of everyone else helps explain why so many Americans feel the system is stacked against them.  

What Donald and MAGA have wrought

My Erudite Partner, Rebecca Gordon, has written a meditation on home, refuge, and asylum for our disgraceful moment: On Seeking Asylum and Refuge. She ponders: was this country ever a safe place? For who? What is a safe place anyway?

... the word asylum has Greek roots. It suggests being free from someone else’s right of seizure, and so, by extension, “refuge.” When people come to this country seeking asylum, they are looking for refuge from horrors of all kinds: political oppression, familial or institutional violence, war, torture, you name it. An asylum is, by definition, a refuge, a safe place. That’s why institutions for people with mental illness used to be called “insane asylums.” (It’s been suggested that Donald Trump confuses the legal concept of seeking asylum with the term insane asylum, which is why he thinks that other countries are sending their mental patients here.)

An asylum should be a safe place, even if it may never feel like home. But in the first year of Trump’s second term as president, it’s become clear that, for those seeking, or even granted, asylum, the United States is no longer a safe place. ...

Read it all here. 

San Francisco educators on strike

 

You know the rally you are on the way to is going to be large when the BART trains are full of happy people with signs. Such was the case yesterday.

 

The strike by United Educators of San Francisco brought a happy crowd of public school teachers, students, supporting unionists, and friends to Civic Center Plaza midday yesterday. 

Teachers are on strike for their students ... 

 

For pay and benefits of course ... how are workers who have not somehow acquired stable housing supposed to live and serve students in this absurdly expensive city?

 

They have to fear for the children and their families, even themselves, under a regime striving to Make America White Again.

My Mission neighborhood is full of these signs. For the present at least, many San Franciscans stand with their teachers!

Donald: world class loser

As an honest to goodness fan of American football, I have to admit this year's Super Bowl was a snoozer. The best teams this year all were in the NFC, so the intra-conference championship, which is what the SB is, didn't pit the true top teams --and it showed.

But the buzz around Bad Bunny, a performer whose existence is a thumb in the eye to MAGA, was fun. And outside in Santa Clara, northern Californians got their digs in.

 As Joe Garofoli explained in the San Francisco Chronicle:

Donald Trump lost the Super Bowl. 

He didn’t even show up. Said it was “too far.” The guy who complains that pro football has gotten “too soft” was afraid to face the tsunami of boos that would have power-washed his fake tan.

Instead, he ceded the stage on America’s unofficial national holiday to performers like Green Day, whose lead singer told ICE agents to quit their jobs at a show earlier in the week and changed the lyrics of their song “American Idiot” to assert that “I’m not part of the MAGA agenda.”  Rep. Ro Khanna, D-Santa Clara, was outside the stadium (which is in his district) with activists to demand no new funding for ICE.

Longtime LGBTQ activist Brandi Carlile sang a lovely version of  “America the Beautiful” pre-game. The halftime show featured cameos from other LGBTQ-positive performers in Ricky Martin and Lady Gaga. Activists passed out 25,000 towels outside the stadium that read “ICE OUT.”...

It's nice to see that Trump is also losing the Winter Olympics before a world audience. JDVance caught the boos.

Americans brought in their own opinions:

While Italians in the host country had plenty to say:

We better get used to being a pariah nation. Erase Donald and MAGA!

Fox News would not publish this. I still can.

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It's America that threatens Canadian freedom

It breaks my heart that the Orange Toddler has made Canada and Canadians our enemies. Understand, I don't begrudge Canadians anything they have to do to escape the clutches of the regime currently in power in Washington. But our necessary estrangement tears at me.

This display of flags marked the center of the Peace Bridge over the Niagara River between Buffalo. NY, and Fort Erie, Ontario, in 2007. (That middle one is the UN.) I assume this display no longer marks the border today, It's probably been replaced, perhaps by a threatening sign.

Canada was very nearby when growing up in Buffalo a long time ago. In fact, I sailed my Sunfish across the river and landed in a foreign country without concern. Driving to Canada was regular part of learning to drive. 

No longer.

Canadian author Stephen Marche explains the look of things from Toronto: 

... American aggression and American decline are of a piece. As Mr. Carney has announced a slew of measures aimed at boosting Canada’s electric vehicle industry, nobody has argued for a moment that American equivalents could compete. By ending E.V. tax credits, Mr. Trump may have all but ensured that the American electric vehicle will one day be a thing of the past. America has decided not to compete. It would rather pose. If you are integrating yourself into the American sphere of influence, or whatever Mr. Trump’s national security apparatus calls it, you are integrating yourself into antiquity — or worse.

At the same time, America is becoming synonymous with dangerous randomness. The constitutional system is in collapse. The legislative branch, made up of both Democrats and Republicans, is missing in action. The Supreme Court debates the legal equivalent of how many angels can fit on the head of a pin, while the legal order that has held the country together for 250 years sputters toward an ignominious end. Nobody knows what America is anymore — not Americans, not their enemies, not their friends.

Coming to terms with this reality has not been easy in Canada. American exceptionalism is a hell of a drug; it’s hard to break the habit of thinking of Americans as the good guys. For Canadians, what is unfolding in Minnesota and elsewhere is happening to our friends, our neighbors, our colleagues, our kin — it is happening to people we love and understand better than anybody. But “the rupture,” as Mr. Carney calls it, is nothing more than seeing clearly. Today, it’s America that poses a threat to our freedom and democracy. Not China. Not Russia. America. ...

Read it all [gift].

In the land of the mad king

The so-called National Prayer Breakfast brings out the most unhinged ravings from the Orange Toddler. It's not our resident lunatic's most natural environment (might that be a bordello?) so his freak flag flies. He offered an uninhibited glimpse of his disordered psyche the other day.  By way of Heather Cox Richardson: 

at the National Prayer Breakfast, Trump told attendees: “They rigged the second election. I had to win it. I had to win it. I needed it for my own ego. I would’ve had a bad ego for the rest of my life. Now I really have a big ego, though. Beating these lunatics was incredible, right? What a great feeling, winning every swing state, winning the popular vote. The first time, you know, they said I didn’t win the popular vote. I did.” 

This is a sick man.

As the opinion writer and historian Jamelle Bouie wrote recently "This isn't sustainable." Trump's prayer breakfast antics are in the same category as his crazy note to Norway complaining about not being awarded the Nobel Prize. (No, Norway doesn't award the prize ... but he's butt ignorant.)

... most coverage of Trump treats him as president in a functional way even if he doesn’t perform the civic duties of the office. His letter to the prime minister of Norway suggests that this is a mistake. It shows that he is essentially unable to serve as president of the United States, that he is as temperamentally and psychologically unable to engage with the practical as he is the symbolic, and that he has totally collapsed the distinction between his interests and those of the country, if he even recognized them in the first place.

The uncomfortable truth is that the president of the United States is a man with the mind of a spoiled child. His debilitating solipsism is a threat to the stability of the entire world. A functional Congress would impeach and remove him. But the Republican majority is in a codependent relationship with the president, unable to separate his identity from that of their party. And the president’s advisers are either cowed supplicants desperate to please or scheming viziers eager to use his power for their own ends. There is no one, then, to pressure Trump to resign like there was for Nixon.

In John McTiernan’s 1990 film adaptation of “The Hunt for Red October,” Fred Thompson, in the years before he was elected as a Republican senator from Tennessee, delivers a haunting warning as he, and Alec Baldwin’s Jack Ryan, observe a deadly naval disaster. “This business will get out of control. It will get out of control and we’ll be lucky to live through it.”

We have three years left with a mad king. It does not feel sustainable. 

In this year of the 250th anniversary of this country, we'll be reminded we once were subject to another king who contemporaries diagnosed as nuts. (This will probably be argued this year; everything in history is) The courtiers around mad King George III eventually locked him in an asylum several times. Eighteenth century practices for treating madness almost certainly just made the guy more miserable. 

Can't somebody just slip our current mad king some nice erectal function drug that allows him to float off into haze of imaginary adoring bimbos and leave the rest of us alone?

Truths told

 

Julie Le, a lawyer who was representing the Trump administration in court in Minneapolis and had worked for U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement before the current ICE invasion, had a lot that was inflammatory to say when she appeared before a federal judge. She came close to begging to be held in contempt just so she could get 24 hours respite from dealing with the deluge of habeas corpus petitions she was supposed to fight on behalf of ICE.

 

But what else she told the Black federal judge before whom she was appearing chills to the bone:

I share the same concern with you, Your Honor. I am not white, as you can see. And my family’s at risk as any other people that might get picked up too, so I share the same concern, and I took that concern to heart. But, again, fixing a system, a broken system, I don’t have a magic button to do it. I don’t have the power or the voice to do it. I only can do it within the ability and the capacity that I have.

You will not be surprised to learn that Le is no longer in that job -- and perhaps on her way out of government work.

Beware the war of attrition on America's soul

Roxane Gay is an author and contributing New York Times opinion writer. She has an admonition [gift] for weary Americans which is easy to lose sight of amidst the depredations of the Trump regime.   

The relentless brutality of the Trump administration is threatening to debase us. I was posting on Bluesky about the horrors taking place in Minneapolis, sharing my sorrow, anger and frustration about the injustice. Someone responded, in a post that has since been deleted, advocating capital punishment for ICE officers.

I understood the instinct to make such a comment — what federal agents are still doing, across the country, is abhorrent. It is inhumane. I also understood that the Trump administration is hoping we will surrender to our baser instincts, in the same ways that it does.

It can be hard to stand up for what you believe in, and to do so consistently. But now, more than ever, we don’t have the flexibility for certain misjudgments. If human life is sacred — and I firmly believe it is — then all human life is sacred, from the best to the worst of us. We cannot demand justice for our undocumented neighbors, or rage against senseless murders, and in the next breath call for our enemies to die.

When we stand for what is right, we have to always stand for what is right, without exception. We cannot succumb to a worldview that embraces isolation, scarcity and control through fear.

... But we have to remember that humanity is, always, enough. We have a right to protest, legally carry a firearm, drive while Black, walk in a neighborhood at night, play in a park, sleep in a bed or do anything else whether we are wonderful people, and beloved or not. Neither is citizenship status a factor in whether or not someone deserves to live. Some of us have forgotten this when making distinctions like “He was a citizen,” as if an American passport makes the killings of Alex Pretti and Renee Good more tragic.

The tragedy is that Ms. Good and Mr. Pretti are dead and their deaths were preventable and there will probably be little justice for them. The tragedy is that they were being human and humane and it did not matter. And that tragedy is compounded by the fact that in 2025, we know, 32 people died in ICE custody, and already in 2026 there have been at least eight deaths related to ICE enforcement. ...

... People often misunderstand nonviolent protest. It is not merely eschewing violence. It doesn’t mean that we are silent or that we are not angry. Instead, nonviolent protest means, among many things, that we understand who we are fighting. We know that nothing will reveal who they are more clearly than the contrast between their actions and ours.

... When our leaders are feckless, and amenable to criminality so long as that energy is directed toward the people they deem undesirable, it’s easy to lower our standards. It’s easy to decide that when in a dystopia, we should act dystopian. It is easy to lose sight of who we are and what we stand for when we see federal agents acting with impunity and armed with instruments of war as Mr. Vance and Mr. Miller declare (though Mr. Vance has walked this statement back) that federal agents are afforded immunity to carry out their duties.

It’s easy to want vengeance instead of justice when we see that people are being terrorized, afraid to leave their homes because they have Black or brown skin. It’s easy, for example, to compromise on prison abolition so long as we can soothe ourselves with the knowledge that our enemies will suffer, too. These are difficult times, so we must make the difficult choice to be different, and to be better.

The Trump administration is fighting a war of attrition on America’s soul, but it has vastly underestimated the strength, endurance and conscience of the people against whom it is waging this war.

Let's be wary lest we become what we hate. 

Checking in on a National Park bookshop

Nestled under the Golden Gate Bridge next to the Fort Point historic site, the National Park Service runs a book and trinket shop to lure the many visitors who flock to the area. It's called The Warming Hut, a proper name for a place often wrapped in dense fog -- though not so often in winter as bright sun shone yesterday.

Since the MAGA wrecking crew took over, I've been watching to see whether their attempt to erase the true, messy, magnificent history of this state and country had yet prevailed in the book display. 

Last July, The Warming Hut displayed several shelves of both adult and children's books which explored the history and present conditions of which the regime is trying to keep us ignorant: lots of serious treatments of dispossession of California's natives, of Black soldiers, of looming climate change. 

By late September 2025, the adult books that offend MAGA had been pushed to a shelf in the corner, but they were still there. However, the children's section was still magnificent -- wildly diverse and clearly curated by some thoughtful employee who cared.

Yesterday, though depleted, the NPS is still selling books which MAGA would abhor. (Do they read? I shouldn't be snotty, I suppose.)

Here's the adult shelf, small but still there:

Meanwhile, the children's section is still imaginative, if not large as it once was:

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I'll check in again next summer and see how nuance, truth and complexity are holding up in this national park ...

Spring begins here in northern California

With apologies to my friends in the freezing south and northeast of the United States, around here in San Francisco, you can feel the change of season. These daffodils stuck up their heads through the weeds in our front yard.

Yesterday, we walked the beach; the sun broke through, surfers (in body suits) played in the waves, the breeze was friendly rather than freezing. 

It's often like this in early February here; we may well get a bit more winter, but we can feel the season is turning.

In the Christian tradition, this is the week of Candlemas. This festival day is a bit unintuitive to moderns: a mix of the ancient Hebrew ritual of presenting the new born male to the Jerusalem temple, the celebration of the new light (Epiphany) that the God-child brings, and northern European delight that the dark and snow is finally letting up. We are midway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. Daylight is noticeably longer. We can feel the cycle of life turning, if we are fortunate enough to be able to pay attention. Perhaps no darkness lasts forever ...

Don't let anyone tell you old people don't know what's right

This, from the Jewish Telegraphic Agency, floated across my BlueSky feed. I have no reason to doubt its truth and I will reproduce some of it here:

Jewish seniors are offering to hide their Haitian caregivers as Trump’s TPS end looms

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About 500 seniors live at Sinai Residences in Boca Raton, Florida, including many Holocaust survivors. Recently, some of them asked if they could hide the building’s Haitian staff in their apartments.

“That reminds me of Anne Frank,” Rachel Blumberg, president and CEO of the center, told the Jewish Telegraphic Agency. “There’s a kindred bond between our residents being Jewish and seeing the place that the Haitians have gone through.”

The seniors were aware of something that is only beginning to dawn on the rest of the country: that in addition to the aggressive immigration enforcement operations underway in Minnesota and elsewhere, the Trump administration has moved to cancel Temporary Protected Status for immigrants from a handful of countries once deemed too unsafe to return to. ...

... “We have a workforce filled with people who weathered COVID in a nursing home. This is no small thing. And now you’re saying they don’t deserve to be in this country? I don’t think so,” one Jewish senior living director, who requested anonymity so as not to draw attention to the center and its workers, told JTA. “There will be no caregivers in this country if our isolationist policies are all enforced.”

... Back at Sinai, residents aren’t waiting for careful plans to be laid. Every worker soon to lose their status is receiving “$2,000 and a hug” from the center; many residents are contributing more out of their own pockets. ... 

Some Sinai residents will be attending a weekend protest against ICE being held at a local Home Depot, where ICE agents across the country have been seizing day laborers. 

And, of course, there is the Anne Frank offer....

Click on the headline to read the full article. 

More attemped murder by the Trump regime

In Minnesota and beyond, the Trump regime is testing whether we'll put up with murdering people who oppose their cruelties.

In Philadelphia, they are testing whether we'll let them kill our knowledge of our past. 

The Trump administration’s claim that it has the power to rewrite American history along its preferred ideological lines was tested in federal court on Friday, as a judge considered whether to order the National Park Service to reinstall displays commemorating nine enslaved African people who worked at George Washington’s home in Philadelphia. (New York Times, gift article)

The original home was demolished in 1832, but the Park Service had preserved the foundation as the site of an exhibit which included the story of our first President's enslaved workers. On January 23, they tore out the display.

A description of the site's historical significance from the National Park Service website:

Examine the paradox between slavery and freedom at this site - once the home of Presidents Washington and Adams and their households -  through the voices of those who lived there, including Washington's enslaved servants. A memorial wall recognizes those who toiled in bondage.

George Washington and John Adams, our nation's first two presidents, took up residence here while Philadelphia was the temporary capital of the U.S. In what Washington called "the best single house in the city..." these two presidents negotiated treaties and presided over divisive cabinet meetings. Washington's large household included family members as well as indentured and enslaved servants. Adams, never a slaveholder, employed a small staff of servants.

I wonder how long that informational text will survive. Actually, I wonder that it is still there when I went looking at the NPS site today (2/1/2026).

The New York Times has more on the Trump regime's plans for the Park Service:

... internal Park Service documents reviewed by The New York Times indicate that more changes to America’s birthplace are in the works. The documents show that the Trump administration has ordered the Park Service to remove or revise other signs about slavery at Independence National Historical Park. 

At the Liberty Bell Center, the administration wants to take down or cover up a sign about “the contradiction between the ideals of the Revolution and the reality of more than four million enslaved people,” as well as a sign that acknowledges the systematic deprivation of civil rights from Black people after the Civil War. 

And at Independence Hall, Trump officials have asked the Park Service to revise text presented on an iPad that highlights the irony of keeping enslaved people in an office directly above the room where the Declaration of Independence was signed. 

... On Friday, Judge [Cynthia] Rufe compared removing the stories of Ms. Judge and Mr. Posey [enslaved individuals] from the site to removing a monument to U.S. soldiers who liberated a Nazi death camp.

“What if they just decided to tear down that monument like it didn’t happen?” she said. “You can’t erase history once you’ve learned it. It doesn’t work that way.” 

Kareem Abdul Jabbar - basketball G.O.A.T. and all around wise American - has thoughts on this brazen historical vandalism:

One thing I always say is this: you can’t fix what you refuse to see. And right now, we’re watching a strategy that’s more than a century old play out again.

The Lost Cause movement rewrote the Civil War into a noble struggle for states’ rights. It worked because people wanted it to work. They wanted a version of history that didn’t force them to confront the brutality of slavery or the racism that survived long after slavery ended. By 1920, that mythology had made its way into textbooks across the country. Enslaved people were suddenly “workers.” Oppression became “tradition.” And we’re still dealing with the fallout today.

The tactics are the same. Label the facts as propaganda. Claim you’re restoring “balance,” as if comforting lies deserve equal weight with documented truth. Erase the evidence before anyone can study it too closely. Same playbook as a hundred years ago, updated for the digital age.

I’m not sure we fully understand what’s lost when we let this happen. When you strip away the uncomfortable parts of history, you don’t make the country stronger: you make it weaker. And without context, it becomes easy to blame the victims. 

He goes on to ponder what we've come to:

... people get exhausted. I know I am. Instead of building something new, you spend all your energy fighting to restore what was already there. That’s not an accident. I think about the kids who will visit Independence Hall after these exhibits are gone. They’ll hear about the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution and walk away believing the founding was a pure, noble moment. Nobody will tell them that the same men who wrote “all men are created equal” owned human beings and didn’t see a contradiction. It’s not about “putting down” great men, or even judging them by 2026 standards. It’s about truth.

Ignorance has consequences. Without knowledge, it becomes easier to convince the newer generations that racism is just individual prejudice instead of a system built over centuries. It becomes harder for them to recognize injustice because they don’t have the historical tools to identify it.

You can’t challenge the status quo if you don’t know what the status quo was built on.

And that’s corrosive. And that’s the point.

History isn’t supposed to make us comfortable. It’s supposed to make us better. We owe our kids and ourselves the truth, even when it’s hard. Especially when it’s hard.

Exhaustion is real, but accepting lies is not an option.