Wednesday, February 25, 2026

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. 

Tuesday, February 24, 2026

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. 

Monday, February 23, 2026

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 ...

Sunday, February 22, 2026

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?

Saturday, February 21, 2026

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. 

Friday, February 20, 2026

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.

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

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!

Sunday, February 15, 2026

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. 

Saturday, February 14, 2026

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, February 13, 2026

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.