Your president claims that a dog was sent a mail-in ballot. I’d like to know how he did that.
I’ve been trying to get my dog recognized as a citizen for 2400 years. Over that time we (and I say “We” because after being dead together for that long, we share a special bond) we have tried to get him status as a citizen, a noble, a member of the gentry, or even a serf. No luck.
In the 20th century, I tried to get him a drivers license, but to no avail.
I guess dogs need to have a presidential sponsor to be recognized, much less get a ballot.
There have been nearly 4 and one-half million cases of COVID-19, so far, with more than 151,850 deaths. Efforts from the administration to address the pandemic have not only been unsuccessful, but they’ve destroyed jobs for 17.75 million Americans.
The top 1 percent of the wealthiest Americans are doing just fine, thank you.
We no longer have the respect of the civilized world. China is eating our lunch. Putin is grinning. Wildly grinning.
The Treasury Department is run by the self-proclaimed “Foreclosure King.”
The First Lady is throwing her efforts into redoing the White House Rose Garden.
The White House is hiring more Fox News pundits. Since qualified people are long gone, some of these pundits are apparently replacing other pundits who have fallen out of favor.
I, Diogenes, was the founder of Cynicism as a philosophy, yet I have found a bright spot.
If you apply for a job at the White House, you may be discriminated against because of your race, creed, national origin, or sexual orientation. However, you will not be discriminated against for lack of intelligence or lack of ability.
I love how politicians (don’t) answer questions. Instead of answering the question they are asked, they answer a different question–not the one asked, but one that lets them say what they want to say.
I call it “Nixoning.” In 1952, while running for Vice President with Dwight D. Eisenhower, Nixon was asked about a $16,000 fund that was irregular, if not illegal. Nixon went on national television to contest the challenge. He stated that there was one gift he’d never return–a black and white dog named Checkers.
No one asked about Checkers. Nixon answered the question he wanted to answer–and who would want his children to lose their dog? (Maybe he should have claimed that the dog ate the $16,000.)
Today, reporters ask politicians about serious issues and get amazing answers. In the spirit of “In for a penny, in for a pound” I suggest that politicians take it just one teeny-tiny step further. For them it should be quite easy.
Reporter: How should the US respond to the objections to, and often destruction of, monuments of slaveholders? Politician: I think it’s sad, in fact tragic, that today’s youth are not growing up respecting the heroes we idolized when we were little. For example, almost no grade, middle, or high school student today has any appreciation for Mighty Mouse. It’s sad. It’s an outrage.
Reporter: With more than 132,000 deaths in the US, is the response to the coronavirus pandemic being properly managed? Politician: I’d like to answer that in two ways, first with my normal voice and then with an irritating high-pitched squeaky voice.* Let me just say that it is impossible to manage any disease. We pass laws, yet those nasty little germs do whatever they want. Why? Because they’re so tiny it’s difficult to catch them, much less get them in front of a judge!
As the old joke asketh: “How can you tell when a politician is lying?”
And answereth with: “Their lips are moving.”
* With apologies to Graham Chapman and all the members of Monty Python.
Having been around for a few millennia means that I’ve seen just about everything–over, and over, and over. I keep hoping that humankind will learn from their past actions. Be honest, have you?
Not only no, but hell no. You never learn.
Today your Vice-President, Mike Pence negotiated a supposed 120 hour cease-fire between Turkey and the Kurds in Syria. Sounds good?
You never learn.
This is better referred to as “time for Turkey to resupply, rearm, reload, and relax. They’ll start to rape, pillage, and burn again, either in 121 hours, or as soon as all Turkey’s soldiers have a full load of ammo, a full belly, and a full night’s sleep.
I know this –not because I’m a genius (although I am)–but because it has always been this way and I see no evidence of change.
Your democratic republic is confusing to me. I’ve seen many approaches to representative government–it’s far more difficult than autocratic forms of government, but “the consent of the governed” makes for a powerful nation-state.
In America’s case, one of the most interesting and challenging ideas is the Electoral College. Initially, as far as I can tell, the Founding Fathers wanted to ensure that less populated states would still have representation.
The emphasis then was united STATES–the states were not provinces, but actual nation-states. This idea, unfortunately, contributed to the Civil War since the Southern States believed that as nation-states they were sovereign and free to choose to stay in or leave the Union.
After the Union victory, the prevailing attitude became that it was one nation.
Therein lies the problem.
When Americans vote, do they vote as members of one country or as members of semi-sovereign local states? Is the president the leader of one nation, or fifty semi-autonomous pseudo nation-states?
If one nation, the Electoral College is unnecessary. If fifty semi-autonomous, semi-sovereign states, the Electoral College makes sense.
I’m confused, because from my perspective, it is a single nation.
Good day, sir or madam. My name is Diogenes and I am so pleased to meet you.
Over a few millennia, things change and even I must adjust. In my experience, it is by acting outrageous that I attract attention to my philosophy. I lived in a sewer, for crying out loud, and carried a torch in the daylight to be noticed, but now, to be outrageous, one needs to be . . . . . .. .
Okay, I get it. Please tell me what truly interests you. I promise to listen intently.
Now, admit it–don’t you feel like a rebel? A libertine? A threat to society? All by sharing a thought in a polite manner?
I’ve spoken. I’ve written. I’ve done what you would call “performance art.” All this has taken centuries.
Let me put that in perspective. Your father’s birth to your death might be around a century. Now multiply that by 20 or 30. Got it? Good.
I resorted to walking around in daylight carrying a lighted lamp claiming to be looking for an honest man. THAT is how desperate I was and am for exposing the truth. However, sooner or later, when one is not successful, it is wise to give up and seek another course.
I’ve been writing here (wherever here is) for over a year. Being dead, I do not have Twitter, Facebook, or whatever, nor do I want them. I have always fallen victim to the belief that people would seek the truth; if I were a video game, that might be true.
Bottom Line: If you want me to keep writing, do what you can to get others to follow this blog. If there aren’t sufficient people interested in what I have to say by the Autumn Equinox, I will cease writing and take my efforts elsewhere.
If few respond, then I must believe that people prefer the sensational and inconsequential to the truth.
The ball–as you say–is in your court. I’ll be napping in my sewer (look it up if you don’t believe me).
I have watched societies for millennia and there is a barometer I use to determine when it is headed toward its demise. Shock.
When a society is no longer shocked by any news it receives, it’s in trouble. When persecution, corruption, and lies become the norm and are accepted as “normal,” things are not looking good. When inhumanity becomes acceptable, things are looking worse. When the population prefers fictitious entertainment to reality, it means that the people no longer even wish to know what’s going on.