Sunday, November 13, 2016

Post 3: Nobody to blame but us the "Democrats"

    The problem with the Democratic Party in this country is that it is a hodge lodge of people of different ethnic origins and with different motivations, a coalition of sorts, with no strong motivation or principles. Some people vote one way at one election, the other way at the next. Many people can't seem to be able to make up their minds. Many people let their buttons be pushed and vote for or against very specific issues, with no general view. That is why the Republican Party consistently gets more or less 50% of the vote, when it's policies only benefit less than 10% of the population. Religion and Racism have completely skewed the vote. The South was solid Blue before the Civil Rights Movement. It turned Red because of the Racism of most of the white population.
   For me, being a Democrat has a very clear meaning, and comes with a set of ideas and very clear principles. It is basically a Philosophy of life that has been with me all my life, and has to do with my "Faith", or lack thereof. I live by one single rule: "Do unto others...". It's very simple, I don't need a God to worship, I don't need a preacher to threaten me with eternal damnation, I don't need a church to belong to, I don't need somebody to tell me how to live my life. I think I never did. Born in the catholic Church, I sang in the choir on Sundays and was on top of my Catechism class, but the stuff they taught us always seemed like silly fairy tales to me, and I never liked fairy tales. I quit going to church at 15, I had better things to do with my time.
   Unlike some of my friends in the early 60's, I was apolitical. I never was a Communist, Maoist, Trotskist, much less a Gaulist, and never voted in a French Election. I didn't want to belong to any party or organisation that would impose on me some set of rules and ideas, I wanted to be free, and to be honest, I was much too busy chasing girls, reading, and keeping my old clunkers going. 
   1968 was a crucial year for my whole generation. I was in the French Army at the time, and didn't take to the streets and actively participate in the "Revolution", but it had a profound effect. We officially and unequivocally rejected our parents principles, and society's constraints, the "Metro, Boulot, Dodo" (Metro, Work, Sleep) way of life. We totally embraced the Women's Lib movement, freedom, love, peace. We disliked Authority, the Police and the Army. We felt we were definitely not put on this earth to live like our elders identical and predictable dull lives built around 11 months of work and one month vacation. A job was not an end, but just a mean to make the money needed to "live", have fun and do interesting things.
   Working in Indonesia and New Guinea was my first exposure to the Third World, and an eye opener. Then traveling through the Americas from New York to Brazil in a VW camper exposed me to many diverse and interesting cultures, and raised my awareness and appreciation of diversity. I became obvious to me that my "culture" was in no way better or superior to any other culture, that there were many ways to live, and that happiness had by and large nothing to do with money, except in cases of  extreme poverty.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Post 2: Let's Count Our Blessings!

    I have always felt that there is no point in dwelling in the past, no point in holding grudges, and no point in bemoaning what cannot be changed. I just take stock of things, and do the best I can to deal with it. Including laughing...
    So, let's count our blessings:

    1. We won the popular vote, not by much, but it is still a small comfort. I believe we are the only so called democracy in the world where someone can win the popular vote and lose the presidency. The rest of the world think we are nuts, and rightly so.

   2. Trump actually had a point: the system IS rigged. It was rigged from the start, by our "canonized" Founding Father, a bunch of rich slave owning elitists who wanted democracy on their own terms, and made sure they built in a way to stay in control. After all, the main reason for kicking out the Brits was to avoid paying them taxes, and in order to have a say in the new American Democracy, one had to be a Rich Male Landowner. Doesn't seem so very Democratic to me...

   3. There will be a new cabinet position opening: "Wig Secretary", and the "Five Orders of Periwigs" are going to be restored:


     3. We could have Ted Cruz going to the White House instead...


     4. The Trumps will need permission to redecorate the Diplomatic Reception Room, rip the antique wallpaper, pawn the furniture, replace Georges Washington's Portrait


and install his gold leafed throne and panelling:


The carpet of course will have to go to make room for the gilded floor.

     5. The first lady is obviously not going to be baking cookies either, and seems well qualified for the position of Undercover Special Agent 001:


Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Post 1: No, It wasn't a nightmare

    I slept like a Baby last night. Good thing I have practiced Meditation for so long, and can empty my mind at will when I lay down in bed… 
   I suppose I knew by 9 the Dream was over, but I kept drinking Kir and watching the returns with horror and fascination all evening, until it became obvious that there was no way to catch up, and that the "silent majority" had spoken again. The only way I can make sense of what happened is the "Bradley Effect".
   We really should have seen it coming. Our little band of Yellow Dog Democrats was surrounded by a sea of "Trumpeters" (pun intended), most of them NOT uneducated white men, but college educated brothers, nephews, old friends, acquaintances, people who have good jobs and make good money, and a lot of women. But we kept thinking it could not possibly happen, and kept believing that enough people would come to their senses to keep this demagogic "Joker" out of the White House... Hell, I was even hoping for a Landslide that would give us the Presidency and the Senate! 
   The sudden plummet, and collapse of our ideals was hard, and I feel pretty banged up this morning.