I Was Censored

As the father of philosophical cynicism, it is not terribly surprising that some of the things I write aren’t greeted with enthusiasm. Recently, a number of them were discarded and didn’t get published. During my physical presence on earth millennia ago, I would have responded by urinating on the feet of my detractors. (Don’t believe me? Click here.) No longer having a corporeal presence, that is more difficult–that is to say, impossible.

In any case, I still find it difficult to accept that some of my writings have not been published. Apparently, it is because I speak the truth and your society no longer has an interest in the truth. To me, that is an amazing thing. How can you function?

If I walk through the forest and a tree is in my path, if I tell myself there is no tree, I would surely find myself on the ground, nursing a nasty bruise. Likewise, if I walk toward the sea and continue past the shore, I will eventually drown whether I admit the sea is there or not.

I am amazed by your disavowal of facts–absolutely amazed and it takes a lot to amaze me.

Da Boss in DC Sez

The Boss crooked his finger as he looked over his shoulder. It always surprised everyone as to how small such a powerful man’s hands were.

“C’mere,” he began, his voice somewhat hoarse. “Bill, I’m not real happy with some of the results on your–shall we say–assignments? You don’t have much of a reputation left and may be needing a pardon or two. It would be a shame if you didn’t get that and had to do some time, wouldn’t it?”

Bill just stood there silently, looking down, intently staring at the toes of his wingtip shoes. He took in a deep breath but said nothing.

“I want,” the Boss continued, “you know what I mean? I want Roger to go home to his wife AND his mistresses with no problems. You understand?” Bill nodded, almost imperceptibly.

“I don’t want General John to have any problems. I want to make sure that his security clearance information shows him as pure as a new born babe. Got it?”

Bill continued to stare at his shoes. He noticed that although his valet had polished everything to a superb gloss, there was a little bit of shoe polish in at least one of the holes of the wingtips. He vowed to fire the valet.

“Incidentally, I find Bolton to be irritating. He distracts me from my cable news viewing. Take care of him, and while you’re at it, that Marine–what’s his name? He doesn’t talk nice enough about me. What did Himmler say? ‘You want somebody convicted? Tell me who and I’ll find something they did.’ He musta done somethin’, you know?

“Vlad’s sending a couple of guys over to compare notes with you. You might learn a thing or two and, who knows,” as the Boss’s eyes turned upward, “they might learn some useless thing from you. Probably not, but maybe.”

“You know, sire,” Bill began, but the Boss didn’t let him continue.

“Hey!” the Boss said forcefully. “This ain’t about you. It’s about me! It’s always about me! Got it?”

Bill knelt and bowed his head and mumbled his acquiescence.

Diogenes’s Sewer

Please help me out here. Your current president values statues over lives? He’s trying to make damage to a statue in the capital region a crime–retroactively?. I thought your system did not allow something to be declared illegal after the fact. Oh, well, I never claimed to be an expert on your laws–or anybody’s laws, for that matter.

After all, if you kill off a dozen or a hundred people or even a thousand people, it’s easy to make replacements. On the other hand, it costs a lot to recreate, repair, or repair a single statue.

I really shouldn’t be surprised. Your president would rather have people die quietly so that they do not make him look bad by adding to the coronavirus statistics. In fact, if–as he wishes–testing is significantly limited, it should be almost impossible to claim that any deaths are due to the coronavirus.

As you know, I live in a sewer. Some call it a large pot, but large pots are used for–you know. Such large pots are not used to cook spaghetti. Get the picture?

So, whenever this is all over and your current president is no longer in a position of authority, please–PLEASE–do not suggest to him that he would be welcome to join me. My sewer is mine, and only I will determine which humans can stay here.

The rats and the other vermin with whom I share my sewer make their own rules and I am not responsible for whom they invite.

A Republic If You Can Keep It

After the Constitutional Convention in 1787, Mrs. Powel of Philadelphia asked Benjamin Franklin, “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?” With no hesitation whatsoever, Franklin responded, “A republic, if you can keep it.”

A democratic republic is sometimes described as an experiment. It runs counter to humanity’s inability to restrain ambitious and unscrupulous people from accumulating power and wealth. Greed is powerful–certainly more attractive than putting the good of society ahead of one’s own best interest.

Your country is at the point at which it needs to decide whether it wants to keep a republic.

May I offer this advice. Power tends to dissipate with death. Even hereditary monarchies are prone to being disrupted, whether by conquest, arranged marriages, or revolution. Wealth is often dissipated after only a few generations. On the other hand, doing something for the betterment of others lives on.

Heroes and Villains*

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Bullies always do well when they’ve got their gang with them. Generally, no bully is up to a fair fight, but when it’s four, or five, or a hundred to one, they’re suddenly real brave. In fairness to Biff, in Back to the Future, he didn’t hide, which was probably his only positive quality (Thanks to Thomas F. Wilson for a great character).

Cowards, until their back is to the wall, spend their time bragging to everyone about their greatness. Their sycophants fall over one another to; a) praise their boss and; b) jockey for position and stab one another in the back.

Eventually, the bully falls.

Hitler hid in the bunker and committed suicide, leaving what was left of Germany to fend for itself. Osama bin Laden sent others to crash into the Twin Towers while he remained safe. Muammar Gaddafi, hid in drain pipe** until his people dragged him out and killed him. Saddam Hussein the great and powerful hid in a hole in the ground. Cowards, every one of them.

On the other hand, heroes stand up for what they believe, either taking the lead or standing alone. The mark of a hero is that they get as scared as anyone else, they push though their fear and act to do what they believe in. They may fall. They mall faster than cowards, but they fall as heroes.

* With apologies to the Beach Boys
** Nothing against sewer pipes–I live in one, but everybody knows it, so I’m not hiding.

Gaffe

I have seen many leaders over the millennia–David, Solomon, Alexander, all the Caesars, far too many Popes and anti-Popes, kings, dictators, Czars, and all the others. Most of them, not occasionally, but on a regular basis, said things that weren’t brilliant. Many times it was to offset their feelings of insecurity–especially in the masculinity areas.

Most of those stupid–yes stupid–statements were swept under the rug and are long lost to history.

In any case, you people love to see powerful people get caught by their own words, even if they’re just acting human.

Your presumptive (I love that word) presidential candidate Joe Biden’s every syllable is parsed and people gleefully jump on any awkward statement. That’s part and parcel of being a politician.
Biden touched his face despite ongoing warnings not to do that during the coronavirus pandemic.
– “If you have a problem figuring out whether you’re for me or Trump, then you ain’t black.”

However, in comparison, his rival, Donald Trump, gets a pass for saying such things as :
“Grab them by the pussy.”
“There’s nothing in the world like first-rate pussy”
“Is it wrong to be more sexually attracted to your own daughter than your wife?”

I’ve seen such things before and know where this will probably end. I don’t recommend it. You will not like it.

Those Who Can-Do

The Washington Post reported: President Trump on Monday berated the nation’s governors on a conference call, describing them as “weak” in the face of growing racial unrest and urging them to try to “dominate” unruly protests, according to three people on the call who spoke on the condition of anonymity to discuss the private conversation.

Heroes take action while others are content to sit in a place of safety and tell others what they should do. Heroes expose themselves to danger because they are focused on their goal. It is not their intent, but they become larger than life.

True leaders lead, which mean they are at the front with their people. Because of this, they inspire. At Fort Bragg, there is a memorial to “Iron Mike.” Iron Mike is not a particular person, but embodies the American Soldier–particularly Airborne Troops. Iron Mike’s challenge? “Follow Me!” I’ll lead the charge. I’ll go into danger first.

As far as the others? In the military, they have a term for those who sit in safety and bark orders–REMFs–Rear Echelon Mother Fuckers.

You take it from here.