A new nation deserves a new name.

It’s not the Republican leaders against the Democratic leaders, it’s the Republican leaders against democracy…against majority rule.

GOP leadership has even divorced itself from its own party, further distancing itself from mainstream America. (I would recommend trying the following facts on your Republican friends, but chances are they already know them…and agree.)

The majority of Americans

  • want universal health care.
  • want our leaders to address climate change.
  • support a woman’s right to choose.
  • favor restrictions on lenders to avoid a repeat of 2008.
  • support rules that make voting easier.
  • oppose drilling on federal land.
  • understand the need for improved infrastructure.
  • oppose punitive tariffs.
  • oppose the mistreatment of immigrant children.
  • want stricter gun laws.

And, lest we forget, the majority of Americans favored Hillary Clinton for president.

You can add many more items to that list. Suffice it to say that Republicans take the opposite position on all of them, and in short find themselves (1) out of step with their own country and (2) tethered to a leader whose incompetence is matched only by his mental instability.

But they plow ahead. Now, when Republicans lose elections because the majority of Americans want them out of office, they rewrite the rules (cf. Wisconsin, Michigan) to ensure the fact that the majority of voters will lose out anyway.

This is no longer party politics: this is an attack on the same democratic principles that generations of veterans have fought for and generations of public servants have striven to maintain. If we no longer live in a country where majority rule means anything, what do we call this new nation? America has already been taken.

The words of someone who has been there and doesn’t want to go back.

As our home slowly ages, more and more workmen arrive at our door, many of them having emigrated here for a better life. They’re always interesting to talk to, though my basic ignorance of foreign languages usually obviates any long discussions.

Last Friday’s appointed arrival presented no such difficulties. The man had been in this country for decades, having emigrated from eastern Europe when it still struggled under Communist control. He had lived in a country where nationalism was rife, and where the government spied on people who tried to maintain their individuality. I knew enough about world history and about totalitarian rule not to have been surprised by his stories, and I thought I might hazard a comment when he finished—that there are plenty of people in America today who would be happy if our government did more of that. He shook his head and mentioned the “clown in the White House” and we were off to the races.

He had read Dostoevsky as a youth and it had left an impression on him. “His novels are full of soulless characters,” he said, “and the president is just like them.” We talked about the little girl who died in Texas (and about whom I wrote previously) and how only people without a soul could abide such a horror. We lamented the ongoing, relentless damage to the environment and the assault on the essence of this country by people we’ve never heard of doing things that never make the headlines. “One by one they go to jail,” I said, but he shook his head. The damage has already been done.

About authoritarianism he was blunt: “They say it can’t happen here,” he said. “Believe me, this is how it starts, and when nobody says anything, it’s hard to stop.” He’d argued with friends and even abandoned some of them who refused to understand. As for me, I’ve never lived in any other country. I think I know America, and by that I mean I understand the changes and variability of a country this vast led alternately by two conflicting philosophies. It has always survived and balanced out. But for someone who has witnessed totalitarian rule to issue a warning like his was disquieting.

In the end, we didn’t talk that long: he had work to do and I had another check to write. But if you think our country is stumbling down rutted paths we’ve never taken before, and if there are times when you sense an inevitable doom emanating from the Trump White House, you’re not alone. It’s not a liberal truth or a Democrat truth—it’s just the truth.

“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit to Scrooge, mocking the man’s own words. “Are there no workhouses?”

In the early morning she began having seizures. When emergency personnel arrived, they measured her body temperature at 105.7 degrees. She was transported by helicopter to Providence Children’s Hospital in El Paso where she died within 24 hours.

There, in digest form, is the biography of a seven-year-old Guatemalan refugee who, with her father, came to America to escape the horrors of their own country; instead they found new ones.

We don’t know her name. We don’t need to. Here during the Christmas season her story evokes the Dickensian England of Oliver Twist and A Christmas Carol, a country where workhouses separated families as America does today.

And the irony of a hospital named Providence should not be lost on us, for nobody provided for this child until it was too late. In fact, as incredible as it seems, according to one report she “had not eaten or consumed water for several days.”

Where the father’s responsibility lies is a relevant point, of course; but we can easily imagine a desperate man afraid to complain about anything for fear of having their request for asylum rejected. Remember the reaction to Oliver Twist’s simple request: “Please, sir, I want some more.” Spoiler alert: he didn’t get any more.

Of course even to muse that a dolt like Donald Trump ever read a Dickens novel is ludicrous, but Jeff Sessions is well educated. That he patterned his treatment of refugees after nineteenth-century work houses is well within the realm of possibility.

And now, in December 2018, with our feeding frenzy accelerating over Trump’s many unethical and perhaps criminal misdeeds, we hardly have time to consider only one refugee from Guatemala. But let’s at least remember that her death is the legacy of Jeff Sessions as well as the man who appointed him and gave him carte blanche to fulfill his barbaric mission.

Yes, there is plenty of blame to go around—Trump, Sessions, ICE, the CBP—but much of it is ours. Yours and mine. Face it, Trump and his lawyers—as besieged as they may appear—can drag out these court cases forever, far longer than a seven-year-old girl can survive indifference and neglect. We can’t speed up the Mueller investigation, nor can we look to Michael Cohen’s imprisonment to define us as a nation, but our willingness to let a young girl suffer and die speaks volumes.

Even under siege, Trump continues to dismantle the world we had thought we lived in.

Those of you lamenting the fact that Trump’s America seems to be wandering about alone in the world without direction, without friends, without allies… rejoice! At the recent climate talks in Poland, America proved we could play nice with others—as long as the others are Russia, Saudi Arabia, and Kuwait.

Together these four nations issued a statement agreeing to “note” but not “welcome” the new report from the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change, which placed a 2030 deadline on nations to cut fossil fuel use in order to forgo many climate dangers. Oh yes, and they officially thanked the scientists for their work before opting to ignore them.

The three countries who joined with us are major exporters of oil and gas, and their criterion were quite simple: no outside report should detract from a nations’s rights to economic stability. (Other manifestations of stability do not count.)

At pretty much the same time, Trump is preparing to alter wetlands conservation rules initiated by Bush 41. It will “help” farmers by allowing them to use pesticides that may run off into streams and rivers without actually worrying that their pesticides will run off into streams and rivers. Phew, what a relief for former worriers..

And a new report states that the Arctic, between 2014 and the present, is warmer than at any time in the modern era.

Individual states and municipalities continue to fight Trump—to buffer his attacks on clean air and water by legislating on the local level. But until he’s out of the White House, any inroads we made during the past decade of awareness will be lost on this incumbency of ignorance. Most have already been lost.

We look at the Mueller investigation and pray for punishable offenses, hoping for a resignation or impeachment. But the damage Trump is doing to the earth, to our health, and to our safety—though it breaks no rules—will do more harm for a longer period than any payoff to a prostitute, profits from a hotel, or collusion with an enemy.

We can’t complain about the gas prices, but should we?

Earlier this week I spoke of impeachment as no longer off my table. My table doesn’t count for much, but I do have one, and it’s becoming more crowded.

I also spoke of a constitutional crisis and offered the suggestion that we were already immersed in one. Since then we have seen our democratic principles shattered in Wisconsin where the last vestiges of a Republican state senate have stripped the new, fairly-won Democratic leadership of most of its authority. The lame-duck Republicans have also worked to gainsay specific decisions by the voters regarding health insurance, thereby directly denying the legitimate vote of the citizenry. In a democratic society, how’s that for a Constitutional Crisis? 

Michigan seems headed down a similar path, and North Carolina may be facing the aftermath of an election so tainted as to be completely illegitimate.

(This holiday season, come to the Carolinas—and vote again!)

In the midst of all this, we continue down several other bad roads. Yesterday we read of a new environmental report comparing the accelerating growth of carbon dioxide emissions to “a speeding freight train.” And it isn’t just our favorite whipping boy coal: oil demand and usage have risen dramatically, the demand for larger cars, SUVs, and pick-ups has mushroomed, and our general response has been, “hey, how about those great gas prices—field trip!” Even TV advertising has underscored the old concept of seeing the USA by automobile.

We can be better than this—more aware, more far-sighted. No offense to owners of larger vehicles—my cars have grown larger as I’ve grown older—but I’d rather we do what 20th-century man was learning to do:  complain about high gas prices and use less. Twenty-first-century man seems to be falling backwards towards a 1950’s mentality underscored in that old black-and-white commercial. (Maybe for some that’s making America great again.) And while I don’t want to see angry mobs defacing public monuments as has recently occurred in France due to six-dollar-a-gallon gas prices, we can’t keep paying a mere $2.50 a gallon and hope that restraint will just happen, not when drilling in the Alaskan wilderness looms.

And we certainly cannot rely on an administration beholden to “big oil” to champion conservation. Some responsibilities are ours.

Impeachment may be the only way to avoid a constitutional crisis.

There’s a widespread belief that, once the Democrats take control of the House, the worst thing they could do is initiate impeachment proceedings against Donald Trump. It would cause, some say, a constitutional crisis.

I was drinking that Kool-Aid for a while. I’m no longer thirsty.

Democrats, have at it!

First off, the fear of a constitutional crisis no longer means anything: we’re in the midst of one every day. Take, for instance, the murder of Jamal Khashoggi. This is not some normal news item that we listen to and then move on. Khashoggi was butchered in front of witnesses; yet the Trump White House continues to do everything imaginable to bury the story and to preserve our economic relations with the morally vacuous plutocratic leadership of Saudi Arabia. 

Last week John Bolton said he wouldn’t listen to the purported recording of Khashoggi’s murder because he didn’t understand Arabic. Now if this had been a line from The Simpsons, we’d have all had a good laugh. But it wasn’t.

Then CIA Director Gina Haspel, who is privy to the intelligence report charging the Saudi royal family with the murder, was asked not to attend the Senate briefing on the topic. And Mike Pompeo, whose last shreds of self-respect are rapidly dissolving in the White House cesspool, answered reporters’ questions about Trump’s abdication of responsibility by smiling goofily and saying, at least twice, “I was asked to be here, and here I am.” 

Pompeo, and even the formerly somewhat respectable four-star general Jim Mattis, have thrown their weight behind Trump and his assertion that Saudi money supersedes the life of a reporter—not a surprise considering Trump’s disdain for the press and this country’s continuing to wink at the slaughter of innocents in Yemen. 

When institutions fail, we have a constitutional crisis. We don’t need soldiers in the streets or bread lines or mass incarceration—all we need is a government that no longer functions or a president who goes his own way without regard to the rule of law as laid out in the Constitution. Of course it’s more complex than that, but we can all see where this is headed.

At this point an impeachment might forestall rather than induce a constitutional crisis.

Maybe it’s time to find out.

How many lumps of coal in how many stockings will slow down this environmental disaster?

It would be difficult to find a weekend that brought more dire environmental news than the past one. And we probably could not have expected anything more given the natural calamities the world has faced over the past few months, from the floods in Venice, to the hurricane winds on Florida’s panhandle, to the deadly fires in California.

This past weekend the Trump White House released an extensive and authoritative report on our worsening climate, predicting century-long losses in the hundreds of billion of dollars to the world economy, a good share of which will be borne by Americans. I point out that last fact not because we’re better than the rest of the world, but because Trump’s avowed America First philosophy will not save the American farmers whose crops are destroyed by endless droughts, the American ranchers whose herds cannot be sustained because of water shortages, or any American dependent upon food and water. Unless The Walking Dead is a documentary, that’s all of us.

The Trump White House will bury the report—the president has already said he doesn’t believe it—but neither that report nor its interment constitute the worst news of the weekend. That honor goes to a New York Times story about the energy source we thought was on the way out until resurrected by the president. If you guessed coal, you win! Then you lose.

In short, coal is dirty, and when burned constitutes the worst of the fossil fuels. But it’s abundant and, most of all, it’s cheap. In Asia (especially India and Vietnam, but China also) people in outlying areas for whom electrical power was always a crapshoot can now flip a switch and know their wells will work, or their fans will spin, or their factories will hum. Power from coal has changed their lives. It’s hard to reproach them.

And coal is political—in Germany, Poland, even Australia, right wing leaders play on the importance of coal mining as good honest labor. New mines are promised; new coal-fired plants are constructed.

Even a decade ago this drift away from clean energy seemed unimaginable, but here we are; and in America we have a leader fabricating the resurgence of coal while clean energy costs drop around him.

That White House report on our worsening climate may turn out to be, in the end, optimistic. We seem to have learned little from climate scientists and from our own observations; and America—which despite the ongoing idiocy of the president is still held in high esteem globally, has instead of setting an example and a goal for other countries to achieve, officially sanctioned the one fuel that can speed our own demise.

If you guessed coal, you win! And then….

The day the New England Patriots were coming to Hartford (and the thousands of succeeding days when they weren’t)

Former Connecticut governor John Rowland’s basic claim to infamy will be his resignation and prison time, but it was twenty years ago that he was involved with another fiasco—the master plan to move the New England Patriots to Hartford.

Yes, that Hartford. In Connecticut.

Even the thought of it created more excitement in our state than any event since 1961. That’s when Troy Donahue came to Old Saybrook to film Parrish. No one under ninety will get that reference, but trust me, it happened.

The other mastermind behind the Patriots’ move was Robert Kraft, the team owner. But his masterful mind was more masterful than Rowland’s; in fact, all Kraft did was blackmail Massachusetts into building him a new stadium. We were left with the Whalers…well, their memorabilia. Pucky the Whale had relocated to North Carolina the year before.

The Patriots non-move was a masterful screwing by an amoral organization, or what we now call business acumen.

But even that pales by comparison with Jeff Bezos’s decision to open his new Amazon headquarters in two locations: New York and Washington, this after luring 238 cities to submit bids on what they would do for Jeff Bezos. (Hartford, Stamford, Waterbury, Danbury and New Haven/Bridgeport also played.)

Bezos is worth north of $150 billion.

Let that sink in. I can present all kinds of examples of what that means, like if you have 750,000 Facebook friends, you can buy each of them a Mercedes-Maybach S 650 (see photo). I don’t begrudge him his money. But for him to demand tax breaks from his new city-victims is beyond unconscionable.

Just over $200,000. I sprung for the phone holder.

Now some say building in New York will finally improve the City’s transportation systems and other infrastructure problems, even improve its schools. Those would all be positive steps, but the more than $2-billion-tax incentives should have gone the other way, from Bezos to the cities themselves. And one of New York’s increasingly dire problems, affordable housing, seems destined only to worsen when Bezos provides low-paying jobs for people who cannot afford to live within twenty-five miles of the headquarters.

The holidays approach, and how I get through them without Amazon is beyond me. Worse, a boycott of the company or a suspension of my Washington Post subscription (Bezos owns that paper) hurts only the people at the bottom of the pyramid—the ones who eke out a living sorting packages or delivering newsprint.

John Rowland—and by extension—every resident of Connecticut was snookered real good twenty years ago. Today we have a lot of company.

The cult of toxic personality

Last week we elected a Democratic governor in Connecticut, a decent guy whose vision for the future is either muddled or non-existent. He defeated another decent guy, whose vision for the state, he said, would be different from the first guy’s. I’m not sure how we would ever know. It was all very confusing and silly.

The winner, Ned Lamont, asked for unity. The loser, Bob Stefanowski should have asked himself why in the world he ever attached his name to anything Trump. Even though Connecticut is a blue state, we were ripe for the reddening, especially since our current governor had been masquerading as the invisible man for the entire election—his policies indefensible even by the Democrats. But once Stefanowski aligned himself with the president—referring to Trump’s financial genius—he dug the first spadeful of dirt from his grave.

Somehow Stefanowski forgot the president’s catalog of bankruptcies, desperate searches for financial assistance, and his refusal to reveal his tax returns which, according to most observers, will expose the sources of that assistance to have come from Russia.

But that last piece is conjecture: In this state Trump himself was the poison, and as we get further from last Tuesday’s elections, we’re beginning to understand the scope of the Trumpian disaster for Republicans nationwide. On that first night we thought it was a wash: one party for the Senate, one for the House. But down-ticket winners are everywhere. Seven governorships flipped to the Democrats, and state legislatures will have a decidedly blue (or at least purple) tinge for the next two years. Sinema’s win in Arizona is huge.

Face it: Trump is poison. All things being equal in Connecticut, Bob Stefanowski should have won. But even though the candidate openly disavowed almost every facet of the president’s persona and his personal foibles, it was too late.

Now the political conversation is turning to whom the Democrats will put up for the presidency in 2020. Let everyone take a lesson from Connecticut: Trump’s role in the race may be more significant than his opponent’s résumé.

So stop watching those Trump rallies and marveling at the man’s popularity. It’s an illusion. The noise, the placards, the idolatry, the race-baiting, the condescension, and the idiocy disguised as enthusiasm sometimes lead us to believe that his cult represents a huge cross-section of Americans.It doesn’t.  Last Tuesday in Connecticut—and in virtually every other state—we learned that. It’s a lesson worth hanging onto.

Tweeting ignorance: it’s an art the president has mastered.

I don’t subscribe to the president’s Twitter feed for the same reason I don’t record the observations of infants at day care centers. They might murmur something cute once in a while, but most of it is indecipherable and not noteworthy.

So it is with the president.

But every once in a while he, unlike the infants, says something so abysmally stupid that everybody hears about it, and because he is both ignorant and unrepentant, it stays in circulation.

Last Friday before he left for Paris to further contest Green Day for the copyright on American Idiot, he commented on the fires in California:

Trump tweet

I have often referred to the president as tone-deaf. It’s not exactly complimentary, but it does relieve him of some responsibility for what otherwise might be considered meanness and vindictiveness.

I was too kind. We all were. There is a streak, a very wide streak of meanness and vindictiveness—of general malevolence—that not only surrounds him but actually defines him. That anyone could witness the devastation of those fires, the tens of thousands of homes destroyed, the hundreds of thousands of lives shattered, and the death toll that rises hourly (now approaching 30, with hundreds unaccounted for—that anyone could witness all that and blame the victims signifies a mind not merely warped but manifestly deranged.

One can easily imagine the president blaming Katrina victims for living in low-lying areas and 9/11 casualties for working in buildings that were too tall. He has already blamed shooting victims for not being armed and returning fire. His facile view of life’s complexities is usually laughable,  but today it’s detestable.

In another less inflammatory tweet the president said “Our hearts are with those fighting the fires … The destruction is catastrophic. God Bless them all.”

Yes, God bless these courageous men and women. But again, no words for the victims. A tweet like that would require empathy: no disrespect to infants, but you’re as likely to find empathy among the babies in the day care center as you are in the White House.