EVOLVE VIVA LA RÉSISTANCE … EVOLVE VIVA LA REVOLUTION

Donald J. Trump would not get a job in a public high school. Not even as a janitor. He is not qualified and quite rightly his raging prejudicial attitudes and behavior, and his well documented serial “groping” would dismiss him as a candidate before his simple lack of experience, and observable lack of empathy for other human beings, would resoundingly disqualify him from being able to teach anything of any value to our young adults.

And yet here he is, with the same dearth of political experience and the same startling lack of human qualities on the verge of taking the reigns of the most powerful nation on earth, and self-appointed leader of the free world ™ . Why would someone with high scoring psychopathic tendencies be disqualified from teaching but get the job of President?

Applying science and ranking Trump by the standard test for psychopathy, prior to the election, Dr Kevin Dutton, of Oxford University using a standard psychometric tool – the Psychopathic Personality Inventory – Revised (PPI-R) rated the presidential hopefuls, noting that the test does not determine whether someone is a psychopath or not, rather it places them on a spectrum by rating eight traits that contribute to a psychopathic character. He commented that: “Both great and terrible leaders score higher than the general population for psychopathic traits, but it is the mix of those traits that determines success. For example, someone who scores highly for being influential, fearless and cold hearted could be a decisive leader who can make dispassionate decisions. If those traits are accompanied by a high score on blaming others, they might be a genocidal demagogue.”

Dutton’s  results revealed that Donald Trump scored higher than his rivals, putting him in the same zone on the spectrum as Hitler and Idi Amin. Trump outscored the other candidates in ‘fearless dominance’, the area associated with successful presidents, but also in ‘self-centred impulsivity’, the set of traits considered potentially disastrous.

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Trump cartoon by my son for his High School magazine, which they did print in the end .(CGH)

The rules in The Constitution and its amendments regarding presidential eligibility do not extend to an assessment of the experience or state of mind of wannabe presidents. Of course the authors of the Constitution, when the US was only thirteen states big, could not have anticipated that debatable interpretations of the right to bear arms would be used by the gun lobby to justify carnage regularly caused by the mentally unstable with freely available semi-automatic weapons, just as they couldn’t have anticipated that a confirmed psychotic would be Commander in Chief of the biggest and most technologically advanced super power in the history of the world, AND have his fingers on the nuclear button.

As the Trump presidency will prove, and like most other jobs in the world require, there needs to be some discretion applied to who actually gets to proceed in the process beyond filling out the initial application. Trump should have been disqualified from the outset, even where such rules were not in place.

The reasons he was not disqualified were because supposed the last bastion of human decency, the forth estate, at the mainstream level is as hopelessly corrupted as the electoral system, that enables the billionaire class to dominate US politics. And not least because the media is itself run by a handful of corporate billionaires who will sit down to state dinners with President Trump in the coming months.

Sure some columnists laughed at, and belittled the extreme behavior of candidate Trump, but they never took him to task because they know their own jobs would be at risk  if they contravened the editorial line dictated by corporations who see news as a vehicle for advertising. And Trump was an absolute gift to the celebrity-ranking, advertising dictated selling of ‘news.’ He graduated from a reality TV Show for chrissake! Sure none of the major newspapers endorsed Trump but no one came out in force to strangle Trump’s bile when it would have made a difference. And here lies the second scientific rub.

Homo Sapiens evolved the arts because the arts were adaptive to our hunter gatherer forebears. In the specific case of narrative, as most people who has ever read a novel or seen a play or watched a movie, can intuit, particular parts of our brain crave action … drama … conflict and trouble wrapped up in the heightened exaggerated narrative of ‘the story’ being told. In evolutionary terms, from children’s untutored make-belief play as six year olds to the most complex and compelling of Shakespeare’s plays, this helps us develop our bullshit detector that helps us survive in the ultra-social world of being the most social species on the planet … it is our friend or foe simulator … it is our inbuilt liberal arts hard drive, custom re-installed to question the shit around us. And it enables us to get on with other people upon which our day-to-day survival depends.

However, our bullshit detector only works well if we use it, and if we keep it honed by participating in, and engaging with play and art. And, it is easily corruptible, as specialists in the mass media manipulation of public opinion, from Walter Lippmann, to Joseph Goebbels to Rupert Murdoch, have discovered to their benefit and our contretemps.  It is no accident that the ascendency of neo-liberal predator capitalism over the last forty years, is in lock-step with an attack on the liberal arts both in universities and public high schools, where essential finance is withdrawn when educational administrators do not toe the line. Ditto the attack on actual investigative news reporting, meaning it is no accident that the exaggerated narrative of ‘living in fear’ from a thousand action movies is applied to daily politics as if it were reality. In fact, fear as ‘projected reality’ as well as being the bottom line for selling newspapers, is what has a proven ability to disengage the bullshit detector of many people who are otherwise too engaged in a subsistence struggle of just getting by day-to-day, to exercise said BS detector, and many of whom voted for Trump.

As mass media perception managers well know, the extreme bias in favor of the celebrity based ‘news’ regarding actual, and wannabe actuaries of the billionaire class, is the real reason why we have Trump—whose chief qualifications on public discourse come from a reality TV show—in waiting. (And he only wants to continue his role as executive producer of the show whilst being president). Reality TV is anything but real, but it is what much serious news reporting has become, because playing on our natural craving for the ‘heightened reality’ of fictional fear based and celebrity based narratives, it now comes wrapped up with the supposed kudos of the highest office in the land. Think about it? To become one of the billionaire club requires an absolute lack of empathy for ones fellow human beings, because it requires trampling on so many others to get there, and it is a plot line straight out of Celebrity Apprentice.

Psychopaths often  gravitate to positions of hierachical power, and in the current political and corporate world, they are disproportionately enabled in doing so by deeply flawed selection systems and a deeply biased mass media. Science tells us that the crucial problem with psychopaths, is that they have deep problems in distinguishing actual reality from fiction. For those who learned human interaction in the real world through the perverted reality of being bullied, beaten and abused—at the expense of loving attention and the freedom to engage in imaginative and social play of childhood—the play and art instincts that helped us survive as a species are subverted by a mind that lacks basic human imagination and empathy and runs off of fighting real fear by imposing even more actual fear. In the big picture Trump and the trigger happy militarists he is pushing for his Defense team actually believe the fiction that a non-nuclear armed Iran is a threat to the US and should be taken out by interventionist war.

And if that were not enough our ability to come through the ongoing existential struggle for the continued habitability of Planet Earth is put in even more jeopardy aa trump prepares to entrust The State Department to Rex Tillerson; The Department of the Interior to Cathy McMorris Rodgers and the EPA to Scott Pruitt,  climate change denying, pro-fossil fuel oil die-hards to the bone.  It is worth remembering, that from the first singular celled life forms to the present day has been 3.7 billion plus years in the making, and our soon to be ruling elite has the capacity to extinguish human life and that of many other species in the relative first freeze frame stop motion of a blink of an eyelid. This then is the fight, choosing life over death.

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Rex Tillerson, Cathy McMorris Rodgers and Scott Pruitt want to burn your planet down.

Our job, and particularly as artists, is not least,  to usurp the prevailing fear-stoking fictions of the billionaire class to prevent them being made into daily reality. We have to re-establish some actual truths put in the plain terms (and a stab at some such occur in bold type below) that our mainstream media is so incapable of doing. Here is one such truth: make no mistake, what will happen on January 20th 2017 is a coup d’etat by the billionaire class. Their rule is not by the people and it is not for the people. It is by the billionaires and it is for the billionaires. Whilst The Constitution in its current form may no longer help be of any help in choosing who is eligible to run for President, it does puts us quite within our rights to resist and overthrow the incoming oligarchy.

The resistance at Standing Rock will be multiplied across the country as Trumpworld seeks to carve up America for the benefit of the friends of fossil fuel.  Across the broad spectrum of disciplines scientists agree en masse that it is game over for climate if that oil and coal and natural gas does not stay in the ground. That means Trump is our wake up call. That means it is game on. In order to undermine and destabilize the growing and unprecedented wave of resistance to a sitting President, Trump et al will doubtless choose from the playbook of fear based narratives in an attempt to instill the-actual- fear-reality of launching a racist war, with highly manufactured popularity ratings, probably against Iran. This we must meet with total resistance.

Updating Shelley ‘We are many. They are few.’ This is our opportunity to take down the billionaire class who have made the lives of so many, so miserable for so long, and will continue to do so for as long as we let them.  It is our moral duty, it is our human right and our evolutionary imperative, to ourselves and to our children, to reject the false and self destructive ideology once and for all.

Evolve and Live the Resistance. Evolve and Live the Revolution.

 

 

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Strike a Blow Against Breitbart in Under a Minute

Hey, do you hate Breitbart News but half-believe Steve Bannon’s political stances have nothing to do with ideology and everything to do with a cynical calculation to frack money from the dumbest vein of American anger? Me too! So, here’s something you can do that takes less than sixty seconds: join Kellogg’s and take direct action to cut Breitbart’s ad revenue, the only thing they actually believe in.

From your phone:

(1) Go to Breitbart.com
(2) Find a Google AdSense ad. It will have a teal triangle and an X in the upper right corner. The ad is probably from a company hawking worthless Reagan-issue gold doubloons.
(3) Click on the triangle, not the X. If you hit the X it will go to the wrong page.
(4) Click “Why this Ad?”
(5) On the Google page that loads, click “Learn more” in the text toward the bottom.
(6) A page loads called About Google Ads. Scroll down and click to “Leave feedback on the website you just saw.”
(7) You’ll see a choice between “the website” and “the ads.” Yeah, it’s the website.
(8) Check the box saying that Breitbart promotes racial intolerance. Add a measured but pointed comment. For your comment to have maximum effect, swearing/random scatology is probably unwise. Instead, hint that you might cancel your free Gmail account.
(9) Click “submit” box at the bottom.
(10) Victory.

Sure, maybe it’s just another meaningless salve for the bruised left psyche. On the other hand, companies do sometimes listen (LEGO for Grandma this Christmas!) If Google removes Breitbart from its ad network it’ll be a major uppercut to the company’s bottom line. What’s there to lose? Tell Google to dump the propaganda arm of Donald Trump’s closest advisor, and let them know exactly why…even if it’s just “Google, you promised Not To Be Evil!” or “You can’t comb over misogyny!” or “Build a fence around Mike Pence!”

This can be done for multiple ads. Feel free to share.

 

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*this idea came from a closed Facebook page on anti-fascist remedies to the Reign of Trump. I added the intro and rewrote the instructions to better reflect the new hope bubbling within my aggrieved cynicism.

 

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Popped Culture : Solutions for Oncoming Political Darkness

The old Popped Culture feature of the Weeklings has been revived for the new era. This time, Weekling editors are asked for remedies to address what is, for many, a worrisome political future. There are no correct answers.

As always, please, no wagering.

What are some real life solutions for the incoming policies of an Adminstration most didn’t vote for and many disagree with?

HANK CHERRY

The election is a about a month old. While the incoming administration hasn’t begun its first 100 days, they immediately have become news dominant. For the majority of the popular voters, the results are somewhat shocking. As such, it’s a reactive time. In the aftermath, large swaths of conservatives, liberals and radicals have tactically inflamed each other on social media, in regular media, and with vandalism campaigns that have spread across the country. Having covered the last six months of the election, I operated within my own reality distortion field.  I’m not too proud to admit I was among those who wrongly predicted the outcome of the election.

So when a  journalist pal invited me to a protest in downtown LA the Saturday morning after the election, I wasn’t sold on the concept. I went anyway. Watching the marchers interact within the solidarity of protest alleviated a bit of the accumulated tension from the brutish election. It got me thinking.

Someone somewhere, John Oliver maybe, offered a list of charities people could donate to representing causes President-elect Trump and VP-elect Pence have continually vowed to destroy. You cannot discount voting. In 2018, all the seats in the House of Representatives come up for election as they do every two years. What’s more, civic elections often deliver more direct change, neighborhood by neighborhood.

Some have floated romantic absurdities, a Calexit, for instance. But come on- PRAGMATISM NOW! We need to develop real answers, as a country, answers that address the incoming adminsistration’s destructive tendencies and foil them.

Donate time and money to imperiled causes. Recognize how well the right unifies, commingling  alt-right atheists amidst family-values Christians. Discover how to coalesce similarly divergent groups within the left. Bring labor back into the Democratic fold. Vote in all elections and urge non-voting friends to change their evil ways. Frequently check in with Southern Poverty Law Center’s website. They track hate crimes and hate groups. Governments are always most satisfied when those they wield power over fight amongst themselves. Remember that. Find common ground. 

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JENNIFER KABAT

I live in an area that is now a demographic: white rural America. I woke up scared on November 9. I am the educated elite. I teach college, I write—about contemporary art, no less. I am not used to waking up scared, to considering that my privileges to think and write aren’t rights but privileges. Or that realizing I even see them as a right separates me from most of the rest of the world.

History can be a guide for survival. Take Sojourner Truth: born a slave in the county next to me in upstate NY, she used language, anger, the courts, her own image and speeches to create change. She stood undaunted.

Direct action—protesting matters; right now registering dissent is imperative. And just in time for the inauguration LA Kauffman’s incisive history: Direct Action.

But, there’s a more contingent long-term action: community, volunteerism, involvement… Creating coalitions and finding common ground. Part of the election is racism; part economics. Racism rears its ugly head when people are threatened. The economic situation can create coalitions. As writers many of us have seen our work and income threatened by technology; magazines are no longer profitable in the age of the internet. We need to call out hate, yes, but not get sidelined by it. We need to condemn intolerance, but refuse to live in a culture of fear. We need to focus on the common issue that binds us together (and by “us” I’m talking about the whole country).

Technology is currently working like the banking system to accumulate more and more wealth in the hands of the wealthy. Automation will leave more unemployed. The first test of a driverless truck happened this fall. Driverless trucks = unemployed truck drivers. It’s  simple math.  That’s one example. Facebook and Google’s algorithms are one thing, the crushing march of capital (as first written about Marx in Das Kapital) is another.

We need to build coalitions across lines, across class and race, county and country to  connect these dots. The times demand we look for solutions. There are existing models to solve for this: the cooperative movement, which was a 3rd way for capitalism and was started by 28 impoverished weavers on the outskirts of Manchester UK in 1840. They had no money and no right to vote, yet they created a system of profit sharing, which at the time challenged similar rampant liberal (think Adam Smith) capitalism. Or, there’s a Universal Basic Income, something even Nixon supported say…

 

GREG OLEAR

Don’t Dwell on the Past

Heated discussions about why Hillary lost (she didn’t), how Bernie or Biden would have won (doubtful in rigged election), or whether or not Trump supporters are all racists (the word no longer has any meaning) are both irrelevant and unhelpful, like the last dinosaurs arguing about why the asteroid hit. Don’t waste your emotional energy. Instead…

Follow the Money

Trump cares about his own fortune more than anything, including love of country, and will divest his vast business holdings right around the time he releases his tax returns. If he refuses to sell, he will have fiduciary conflicts of interest that hinder almost everything he tries to do. That bastion of liberal propaganda, the opinion page of the Wall Street Journal, predicts that if Trump does not divest, Democrats would attack him for said conflicts of interest literally every time he speaks, and he will expend much of his political capital defending himself. This is how we get rid of Trump: make him choose between being CEO and being President.

 

ROBERT BURKE WARREN

Try a Facebreak ©, i.e. a break from social media, even if it’s just for an afternoon, or a day. I am not being a Pollyanna or remotely suggesting putting one’s head in the sand. Like you, I refuse to “calm down” and we absolutely will not “get over it”; I am actually telling you what you already know: the blood pressurizers in our digital devices are often not helpful, especially the despair porn, which, sad to say, is usually elegantly conceived, and expertly designed to get your adrenals into overdrive. Please give it a rest. Social media would have you believe you possess an inexhaustible supply of ire, but I’d wager you do not. Save it for the stage. A subset of the country has thrown the gauntlet, and they’re waiting to see what we’ll do, and however the resistance goes, it must be done with energy. And since when does despair spark energy?

These beautifully composed think pieces posted by Facebook friends seem to emanate from a land where DJT won in a landslide. He did not. Not even close. Yes, how it went down is infuriating (and ever unfolding), and the prospects of what he could – and likely will – do are horrifying. But remember the tens of millions of people who feel as you do. Much more than half of the voting public.

Read history, preferably from a book. Social media is all about what’s happening (or may be happening) at this moment right now, and while that certainly has its merits, it can be exhausting, and can shatter perspective. Understand that while DJT has drawn comparisons to tyrants and authoritarians of yore – Mussolini, Castro, Hitler – our situation is not a direct analogue to any of the situations from which said tyrants sprang. The Despair Pornographers – who really want your clicks – would have you believe otherwise. Give them the day off.

See you on the green.

 

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JANA MARTIN

5 Tips for Surviving as Female

  1. Stay vigilant.

Assume the stance, if not persona, if not identity, of outrage. Do not let it go. As a mental uniform, conceive of yourself as a powerful feminist soldier in the army of the nation of PussyGrabsBack, or a blend of Angela Davis and Ruth Bader Ginsberg with doses of Patty Hearst in her SLA days, Patti Smith, and Beyoncé on the police car. Do not calm down. To compensate for crazy you have to skew more crazy. That “when they go low we go high” stance didn’t work. Stay low and stay angry. Consider accessorizing with a combat belt that has a built-in mace canister (yes, it’s a bit Lara Croft, but in a good way): utilize avidly, and read on for four more handy tips you can easily follow in your daily life.

  1. Avoid inadvertent buy-in.

When shopping for makeup, leggings, winter boots or party shoes, make sure you do not inadvertently buy into the male corporatocracy, or support the new hegemonic dynasty of overt misogyny. As well as customer reviews on quality and sizing, your pre-purchase research should now include the company’s donation history. Also research “economic advisors,” and try to avoid the 500-plus businesses that are a part of Drumpfler’s “Organization.” For instance, avoid: Zappos, Amazon, RueLaLa, Bluefly, Nordstrom and Lord & Taylor (who all hawk the daughter’s “lifestyle” brand). But surprisingly, see Wal-Mart. Also: avoid the Central Park Carousel. If you must patronize the Learning Annex, scold them for their one-hour seminar hosted by Valdetrump on How to Buy the FBI and the Election, and Ruin the United States and the Entire World Without Ever Once Having to Hire an Unattractive / Ugly / Not Pretty / Or Grabbable / Or Outspoken Woman.

  1. Be creative.

Craving that high-fashion look of contoured blush by the daughter’s cosmetics company to give your face that special “spawn of an asshole” glow? Consider timely alternatives to a company that is part of the rampant grabbing of our constitutional crotches. No need to toss away your hard-won rights for a product that color-matches your skin to create that perfect skyscraper-condo complexion. Instead, try applications of cranberry jelly, leftover from the travesty of Thanksgiving (see Standing Rock). Consider upsweeps of a small sampling of contaminated riverbed mud, smeared warrior style, from the eye socket to the temple, for a more post-apocalyptic impact. Switch up your look: moderate applications for those ordinary day demonstrations, more dramatic for the tear-gas and water-cannon showdown we may face in Washington on January 21st.

  1. Practice subtle changes in behavior.

Consider avoiding holding babies in front of people who would purr with proto-biological approval and suggest you’re “next.” Recall Margaret Atwood’s The Handmaid’s Tale. It might be better to not publicly demur to male opinion under any circumstance, just to offset the sudden and tragic imbalance in which our throats are being cut to silence our protests (just make sure the men we love who are not out to take away our washing machines understand it’s just a matter of hewing to the struggle). In work situations, particularly in a presentation or conference, do not keep talking if a demafuck lurks behind you while you make your case to the Board. Turn around and face him. With Maori haka intensity, bug your eyes, bare and gnash your teeth, widen your stance like a crone about to give birth like a volcano, throw both hands onto his white collar neck, and squeeze.

  1. Customize your tactics.

Of course these tips are most effective if you tailor to your own personal preferences. But a generally adversarial stance may increase everyone’s chances of survival in the new era, not just people with vaginas. Handy hint: this might be the time to abandon any retro references, such as 1950s-nostalgia dressing. Understand that irony is invisible in the face of overt rape culture, so if you dress like a housewife, you may just be seen as one. Then, so much for all that vigilance. Possibly tear off the aprons altogether, even if purchased at UO and worn with a 21st-century gender-fluid wink. The Drumpfers don’t wink. They want us in those aprons, obediently carrying trays of canapés to their lynching parties. Because from their point of view, that’s when America was great! Do not forget that. Back to vigilance. Might be a good time not to brag about your crafty kitschy decorating efforts either. Instead, try learning how to throw knives. Added benefit: now there’s a great upper-body workout!

 

KURT BAUMEISTER

The only way we’ll survive Trump is by making Congress and the rest of the government do their jobs. The list of claims of impropriety (civil, criminal, electioneering, etc.) against the President-Elect and his associates, including the RNC, is already long, so long reasonable people might propose President Obama remain in office until these situations have been fully investigated by Congress.

From Russian cyber warfare against the U.S., the DNC, and the Clinton campaign to FBI Director Comey’s editorial antics; from large-scale state-sponsored voter disenfranchisement in Florida, North Carolina, Ohio, and elsewhere to Trump’s exhortations for his supporters to take aggressive action against the voting activities of their fellow citizens (in violation of a long-standing prohibition against the RNC doing same); from the $25 million Trump University fraud settlement (never mind the other seventy-odd legal actions against Trump for fraud, unpaid debts, sexual assault, and rape) to Trump’s attempts to circumvent our government’s safeguards against nepotism, and his camp’s suggested appointments of incompetent and/or ethically deficient officials (Rudy Giuliani, Steve Bannon, Michael Flynn, and Jeff Sessions) even a Republican Congress should already be investigating the President-Elect.

To the extent Trump’s future edicts violate American values and the spirit of the Constitution, they must be resisted by the other two branches of government, not to mention state governors, legislatures, and, in the most extreme cases, even the military. No one citizen is more important than America. Not Washington or Jefferson, not Lincoln or Roosevelt, and certainly not Donald J. Trump.

 

ELISSA SCHAPPELL

What do you tell your kids?

Clearly this is not the outcome that we were hoping for. It’s disappointing. We are all disappointed. A lot of people worked really hard to get Hillary elected, and we should feel proud of that. Whether or not you win you should always be proud that you fought a good fight. That is what living in a democracy requires of you.

I understand you might be afraid. A lot of grownups aren’t using their inside voices. But you don’t have to be afraid. Nothing has changed in our family. We aren’t going anywhere. Mommy may joke about leaving your Daddy for Justin Trudeau, but no one is moving to Canada. This is our country and we’re staying. You know from seeing people crying on the train that a lot of people in our country are unhappy. And it’s frustrating, because more people voted for Hillary than Donald Trump.

Let me explain: Mr. Trump won the Electoral College.

No, not the Electrical College–I wish it were the Electrical College. We could just give him a fork and stick his hand in a light socket.

I am joking. Yes, his orange hair would look pretty funny.

But, no the Electoral College is a system created by the Founder Fathers for the benefit of the less-populated slave owning Southern states who didn’t want the more populated and progressive Northern states telling them what to do. Like treat people of color and women as your equals.

Also, stop playing jug band music.

What would be fair is if the North agrees to curb the number of barbershop quartets, and the South quits it with the washboards and jugs. That’s what we need to focus on. How can the jug bands and the barber shop quartets live in harmony. It is possible. We just have to pay attention. Because anything is possible.

 

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SEAN BEAUDOIN

A 28th Amendment will be passed to the Constitution requiring four actions. 1). The formation of a bi-partisan “Nightly Truth” commission of judges, authors, professors, and philosophers who will review and evaluate the day’s top news stories and political utterances for a baseline level of accuracy, and then issue a subsequent factual rebuttal. A well-produced and visually appealing 10 min segment will be shot 7 days a week, 365 days a year. All news networks will be required to carry the Nightly Truth segment as part of their broadcast regardless of the content of previous segments, five minutes of which will come from decreased advertising. 2.) Any television or internet program adjudged by the “Nightly Truth” commission to contain less than 50% of factual news will no longer be legally allowed to use the word NEWS. For instance, FOX News would just be called FOX. Or Fox Entertainment. Or Rupert’s Cynical Horseshit. “News” will now be a constitutionally protected word, concept, and action. 3.) All ethanol subsidies and petrochemical tax breaks will be immediately halted and funneled back into the print newspaper industry, held in a discretionary Mencken Fund specifically designed to pay the salaries of investigative reporters, foreign news desks, long-form essayists, and fedora-wearing muckrakers. 4. Every news outlet in the country agrees that no candidate for either state or national office will ever again be allowed to run a campaign without making their tax returns public. Outlets will simply refuse to report on them until they do. Further, from this day forward, every news outlet in America should demand Trump release his tax returns. Immediately and without further delay. Every single day, dozens of articles and op-eds should be written, demanding that he do so. Otherwise, zero reporting in daily talking points. Tax returns. Tax returns. Tax returns. NOW.

 

QUENBY MOONE

My instinct was not despair when it became clear that Trump—no matter who got the popular vote—had been installed as leader/oligarch/tinpot dictator.

Instead my instinct was to evaluate how far we—the activists, feminists, progressives, PoC, immigrants, the LGBTQ community, scientists, academics—had fallen behind the peloton.

We’re far behind the pack.

The biggest steps these disparate groups with shared concerns can take is to go back to Civil Disobedience School. And that means crossing out of our comfort zones and looking to others for guidance.

In the case of white progressives, this might sting a little. Humility is key. Understand that groups—other than ourselves—have been on the front lines against oppression for a while. In the meantime, many of our civil disobedience skills have gotten rusty from disuse.

This was evident in those first post-election protests: the marches had no defined goal, no unified message, and ultimately no success because the only attention they garnered was when a few protesters committed vandalism, staining all the rest of the peaceful bodies in one fell swoop.

Research what it means to be an “ally” in the language of other groups. Learn what works in civil disobedience, and what doesn’t. Research before you arrive at a protest.

Volunteer with groups that need humans to do physical work: be an escort for patients at women’s clinics. Volunteer to tutor kids in immigrant communities. Pick up refugees at the airport and settle them into a routine. A friendly face now mean more than ever. Ask local homeless teen organizations what they need most.

In all these cases, the most important things are: listen to those more experienced than you, and teach yourself the language before you ask others on the front lines to define it. They’re busy already.

 

SEAN MURPHY

The opinion that art should have nothing to do with politics is itself a political attitude.

This immortal quote, from the always-reliable and never irrelevant George Orwell, is as important today as it’s ever been. Never mind the very real macro concerns about the environment, civil liberties, and crucial social programs, we are already witnessing despicable—and, let’s face it, heretofore inconceivable—signs of impending trouble, on micro levels. Every spray-painted swastika, each threat (uttered aloud or under the cowardly cover of social media) and every implied or explicit appeal to censorship is a sign, a lone holler seeking imitation to serve as oxygen. Intolerance needs collaboration to sustain it, like a carcass feeding maggots. As such, many of the simple acts of personal and artistic expression we’ve been fortunate to take for granted (particularly as whites, most especially as white males) are now likely to be scrutinized, decried and, if possible, curtailed. It goes without saying that any American with a functioning moral compass will confront acts of aggression and intervene peacefully but without compunction. As writers, it’s incumbent upon us to bear witness and engender solidarity, by any means necessary. Creativity in the face of repression is always indispensable, but on a fundamental level, every gesture of ill-will and ignorance must be met with an urgent refusal to countenance it. Retreating into the relative safety of silence (or worse, apathy) is not an option.

In a peaceful age I might have written ornate or merely descriptive books, and might have remained almost unaware of my political loyalties.

Orwell, again. We’re finding ourselves in a time where we can rely on neither the press nor politicians to inform us or inspire the better angels of our nature. This is a degradation of the American experiment, but it need not be a tragedy. History seems intent on recycling its ugliest examples, and we owe those who sacrificed, then, and those among us, now, who are most vulnerable, to meet this challenge with dignity and resolve. During times of darkness, our best artists have dedicated their gifts, if not their lives, to exposing duplicity and promoting enlightenment. Imitation of their audacity, in the days to follow, will be the sincerest—and most vital—form of flattery.

 

JANET STEEN

We are so deep in crazytown now it’s hard to imagine how we’re going to get out. The gulf between the pro- and anti-Trump camps is vast, bewildering. The news Trumpers are getting is not the news non-Trumpers are getting, and that’s where the problem began. Real journalism: it’s still out there somewhere. In light of the seeming impossibility of sane and grounded conversation, I’m proposing Random Acts of Fact-Checking. Send a fact to a Trump supporter you know about some way they are irrefutably being screwed by the guy they voted for. Let the fact speak for itself. Like: you are one of the almost 20,000,000 Trump voters who will lose time and a half overtime under a Republican plan to reverse regulations that were put in place by Obama. Or hey, that Ford Motor Company plant Trump took credit for saving? That was false.  The jobs he was going to bring back to the coal towns in West Virginia? Here’s what actually happened. When the avalanche of broken promises begins, let’s make sure people know who caused it. Be relentless with the facts. If they want to argue, encourage them to send a bona fide fact-based counter-story your way, if they can find one. Don’t insult, don’t harangue, don’t belittle, just point one of the millions of conned Americans to the awful truth. Break out of the bubble, one person at a time, till we blow the house down. The conversation has to start somewhere.

 

 

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Can We Pay Donald Trump to Step Down?

DONALD TRUMP has risked an international incident, reversing four decades of US policy with China by engaging with the president of Taiwan. Why did he do this? To lobby for the hotels he wants his company to develop in the Taiwanese city of Taoyuan. This one monumental blunder perfectly encapsulates why his egregious conflicts of interest represent a major threat to the security of the United States. It also demonstrates, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that his own economic interests are more important to him than his duties as president.

This brings to mind a study of 2016 voters published by the Brookings Institution. Trump may have won the Electoral College (for now), but Hillary Clinton captured not only the popular vote, but also the economic one. As Jim Tankersley of the Washington Post explains, “According to the Brookings analysis, the less-than-500 counties that Clinton won nationwide combined to generate 64 percent of America’s economic activity in 2015. The more-than-2,600 counties that Trump won combined to generate 36 percent of the country’s economic activity last year.

“Clinton, in other words, carried nearly two-thirds of the American economy.”

Meanwhile, when the Green Party announced its plans to initiate a recount in Wisconsin, Michigan, and Pennsylvania, Jill Stein raised some four million dollars in two days.

Taken together, what these three items tell us is that:

  1. Donald Trump is motivated primarily by money,
  2. Supporters of Hillary Clinton have much, much more money than Trump’s voters, and
  3. Supporters of Hillary Clinton are willing to spend said money if it means the horror of a Trump presidency is avoided.

This begs the question: How much money would it take for Donald Trump to step down?

Sixty-five million people voted for Hillary Clinton. If each of those voters contributed $20 to a GoFundMe campaign for this purpose, that would come to $1.3 billion. That’s roughly one third of his net worth, per Forbes magazine—probably enough to make good with the Bank of China and the Russians. Would enough green to get him out of the red and back in black persuade Trump to turn the keys over to Mike Pence?

I have no idea if a severance package/buyout of this magnitude, given to a president-elect of these United States, is even legal. On the other hand, Trump violated the Logan Act by speaking to the president of Taiwan, and will violate the Emoluments Clause of the Constitution the day he’s sworn in, to say nothing of his embargo-breaking with respect to Cuba—and I won’t even mention the allegations of statutory rape and sexual assault—so maybe legality here is a matter of degree.

In corporate America, a world with which Trump is presumably familiar, this sort of thing is a commonplace. Underperforming CEO is given a “golden parachute” to hasten his or her departure—he might ask his old chum Carly Fiorina how this works. Think of the $1.3 billion not as a bribe, but as the world’s largest golden parachute.

Would the optics be good if Trump took the money? Of course not. But Trump’s greed overwhelms his defective sense of good optics, or of right and wrong. He’s going to exploit the American people for his own gain regardless; let’s have him do it up front, in the open, and dismiss him before he does any lasting damage to the country and the world (as he’s already doing by doubling down on his reckless critique of China via Twitter). His fawning fans will hail his keen business acumen no matter what he does (“Trump Cajoles Libtards Into Record Buyout”). And he’ll figure out a way to spin it that makes him appear heroic, as he managed with the laughably awful Carrier deal. Probably he’ll promise it to some vague charity and then never pony up. Whatever, I don’t care, as long as he leaves.

This essay began life as pure satire, my own little “Modest Proposal.” Now that I’ve reached the penultimate paragraph, however, I’m not so sure we shouldn’t try this for real and let it play out. Trump’s campaign itself, after all, began life as satire, did it not?

Would Donald Trump accept the largest golden parachute of all time to step down? I think we owe it to humanity to find out. So here’s the GoFundMe campaign (which apparently has a limit of $999,999,999 on campaign goals). January 20 is coming. Let’s offer the “deal artist” the deal of a lifetime.

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President Rapist: Women Under Trump

HERE’S THE PHOTO that signaled the victory of President Rapist. Two women sit facing each other, each in a chair, tidy little side tables holding tea beside them. There’s a silk damask sofa in silvery blue. On the golden coffee table, a round bouquet of flowers the shape of a pregnant belly. A creamy white fireplace mantel, gilded candelabra, a mirror holding the reflection of a bright chandelier. It’s the traditional décor of the White House’s Yellow Oval Room, a well-appointed drawing room with a Louis XVI inflection. Restraint. Opulence. It’s November 10, 2016, two days after the election.

111116-news-melania-and-michelle-meet-1Even the way the photo was released and then covered by the media signaled a queasy change. There’s Melania, stage right, in a black dress — a sheath of mysterious design, purred one report. There’s Michelle, stage left, in a purple dress slashed with orange — by the Cuban-American designer Narcisco Rodriguez it was breathily noted. Well, good, certainly. In a way.

The internet was, as it likes to describe itself, abuzz with speculation: Did Michelle choose purple in the spirit of conciliation, in a roll-over-and-play-dead blend of red and blue in support of Hillary? Look at the flowers: they’re purple and orange too. The house agrees with the lady’s dress. And was the funereal black a subtle snark by Melania, or a silent cry for help as she mourned the death of the republic?

One site fumbled, “The great news, however, is that despite their vast differences in background, beliefs, and lifestyles, they were able to civilly communicate, especially after accusations that Melania copied a speech of Michelle’s from 2008. All we can do is hope for the best for the two!”

Great news? Hope for the best for the two? For these two? Together? And what is the best? Civilly communicate? A common running thread in the national commentary was semi-coherency, as if we were drugged. Yes, that’s all we can do. Hope for the best.

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When there is too much cognitive dissonance, the brain stops trying to make sense of it. We began to slurp down the slimy reality of President Rapist’s ascension with that photo. Such a tightly choreographed scene, packed and coded. Which made it even more violent, a cataclysm, a geological but silent catastrophe underneath the surface as we lurched from one era to another. The national narrative as boneless as a nursery rhyme: The women chatted about children as they sipped their tea.

arms-wristTake another look. This was our mighty Michelle, who grew fiercer and more impassioned the more poisonous the election got. Here she was, reduced to idle chit-chat over tea about motherly concerns. Oh and there’s the famous Dolley Madison yellow tissue box holder for when they have a runny nose. In the context of the Obama’s residence, the traditional décor of the White House, built by slaves, had a certain righteousness to it. The Louis XVI pieces took on some gilded comeuppance, but briefly.

The effect of setting these two women in such mannered, old-world symmetry was frightening. Not a hair, a thought or a saucer out of place. A room of obliterating, numbing order, and the heck with revolution. Melania’s face, as usual, was mostly unseen, her thoughts unknowable. Her expression is frozen as a doll’s, curtained by that faux-auburn hair, a sticky fringe of mascara’d eyelashes a bit too akin to the kind of doll eyes that roll open and closed. To be fair, she is transmitting a sense of lightly conversational interest. Meanwhile there is Michelle, mid-gesture, a delicate wrist poised mid-speech, looking like she’s trying so hard to keep it low-key that she’s burning out her own motor inside.

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It was heartbreaking. The fall of a warrior and the rise of a doll. But they had something in common that day, despite those vast differences. These are two women who have learned  to sit down. Each in her own version: ladylike, powerless really, the knees so easily parted. Despite her gleaming heels, Michelle’s ankles are turned with no sense of solid contact with the ground. She had gone high to sit with the woman who is the wife of the enemy, who is the enemy herself, who plagiarized her speech and got away with it, who seems to be thinking, Let them eat cake, who once famously posed eating a bowl of diamonds. It had all seemed so ridiculous, it couldn’t possibly come true.

But here Melania is in the White House having tea, like a modern Marie Antoinette, and you can’t see her feet. She is cut off below the knees, as if it’s not necessary for her to have an entire body. Her body, it could also be argued, is not really even her own. It’s been tweaked, reshaped, manufactured. And yes, it’s just a camera angle, and yes, women can do whatever they want to make themselves more beautiful, and yes we know she probably does have a full set of legs. But this is also history. This is a moment in time. This is a national crisis playing out in a yellow room the shape of a womb, when the stand-up rights women fought for are being bull-dozed off their feet, starting now.

legsIt was tragic and it was wrong that Hillary conceded so quickly. There are plenty of pundits to bat that one around, and they have. It was tragic and wrong as well that Michelle, who fought valiantly during this latest war against male aggression, was reduced to sipping tea out of porcelain cups while giving her “successor” advice on child care. And yes, it’s almost as if Game of Thrones writers were consulted on the archetype of an evil son, the ultimate insult as presidential spawn. How about a boy in a miniature business suit sporting the face of a future serial killer? Imagine this boy, practicing war games on cats on the White House lawn. Wandering the second floor and pissing on portraits, if he can aim it that high, if Daddy has a moment to show him how.

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I wonder if Michelle had the urge to hurl that porcelain cup, to shatter all that politesse, as she was sitting there. I hope she did. I wonder if her heart was beating hard against the wall of that interesting frock, and she took a deep breath and resolved to tough it out. I wonder if she knew the role she was playing, setting an example, only a terrible example. She has never looked more like a 1950s housewife, all the way down to those pumps, but without any irony, without any comeuppance. If a first lady is supposed to represent American women (this is a stretch, but it is true that in Michelle we had someone many of use could relate to), we were slammed into a chair and silenced that day. We were forced to watch ourselves turn demure. We were forced to submit to a farce.

Where does that leave us now? As citizen vaginas in a nation overseen by a sexual predator? With one meeting over two cups of tea and polite conversation we slid backwards through a time warp into the sudden recolonization of womanhood for the sake of the state. All those insults and anatomical assessments, a pending trial for rape, swept under the rug. Sit down and shut up.

Among other things rape is an act of war. The systematic rape of women in civil wars has the double accomplishment of rendering the husbands and fathers helpless and filling wombs with enemy spawn. In this country, the election was a war of hate and resentment against a black family in the White House, against women who speak out, against immigrants and Latinos and Jews and you can fill in all the blanks. But more than half the population are women. And the victory of President Rapist is one in which he and his sleek-necktied henchman will use every tool they can to shackle all of us back into those chairs and cups and tea.

These two women, Michelle and Melania, were at that moment, when that photo was taken, complicit in the overthrow. I’m not blaming them, especially not Michelle. I’m not going to trash Melania. But if we’re supposed to follow a model here, hers is dreadful. She has few apparent professional skills and appears to not have any facial expressions either: she is the chief representative of her husband’s favorite type: botoxed, girdled and owned, slender of thought and thigh.

And now we are marching towards the toppling of our reproductive rights faster than we can swivel our heads. We are seeing women jailed for abortion (Tennessee) and punished by having to bury their miscarriages (Indiana, Texas). Women are dying with their children in immigrant detention centers. Women are stabbing themselves with hangers. The man tapped to be in charge of the Department of Health and Human Services believes in the sanctity of a zygote. A seventeen year old had the nerve to ask Kellyanne Conway what it was like to work for a self-confessed sexual predator, and got such a strange answer that there was simply no responding. “For you to use sexual assault to try to make news here I think is unfortunate, but it also doesn’t matter because Donald Trump promised he’ll be a president of all Americans,” Conway said. Which begs the question as to what American women are in this scenario. And also, why we wind up quoting these people at all. Back to the issue of cognitive overload. Maybe being a vessel would be easier.

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Roe v. Wade happened in 1973 and has been under relentless assault ever since. But with this particular predator president, this is it. The more women are forced to be pregnant and become mothers, the less we are educated, working, apt or able to fight back. It’s the Breitbart agenda, perpetrated by the scab-nosed, barn-jacketed emperor of American male spite. If women are barefoot, powerless, docile, mute, domesticated, and forced to wash clothes by hand, the men can do what the men want to do, which is plunder, steal, destroy, et cetera.

An assertion: that is why no one who enabled him to come to power (I’m not talking about the recount or third parties here, just the machine) really minded that Agent Orange had been accused of rape or bragged about groping women against their will. It’s not about locker room talk. It doesn’t matter what she said, or she said — after all, as he dismissed it, with that same baffling obliqueness that keeps all of us from seeing what we’re looking at. She would not be my first choice. The point is to put women down. To deny us rights. The methods, well, they’ll do what they have to do. This is indeed what Trump means by make America great again. A little rape never hurt anyone.

What can we do? This isn’t the hopeful part, unless exercising a mind and letting it deconstruct an official photograph, fueled on grief and caffeine, is an act of fighting back. Perhaps it is. The what-to-do’s and the now-we-march statements are all good too, and we will make them, and we will march. One of the first demonstrations against Louis XVI during the French Revolution was the Women’s March on Versailles. In the meantime, look at this photograph. It is a conflagration of rhetoric and symbols and it underscores  a victory that aims to destroy women. In order to know what it is that turns our stomachs, we have to think about it, so I am.

And let’s not pretend that we’re dead. And let’s not forget. If no one can really find a way to stop the takeover, then let’s restage that photograph the way we do ersatz American Gothics. But this time, fuck the teacups. They should be smashed against those traitorous walls.

 

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Help Us, Barack Obama. You’re Our Only Hope.

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.

My fellow Americans:

In an effort to uphold the dignity becoming the office of President of the United States, I have held my tongue as our new President-elect, Donald Trump, prepares his transition from most powerful man on “Celebrity Apprentice” to most powerful man on Earth. I’ve also kept quiet because mentioning his name in that context makes me literally throw up in my mouth. But I’m running out of time, so while I still have the platform, permit me a few remarks.

Like all thoughtful people who get their news from non-fake sources, I have watched in both shock and horror as Mr. Trump has assembled the least-qualified, most-offensive team of advisers since John C. Calhoun was in flower. Is he trolling us, I have wondered. Can this be real. Neo-Nazis? Anti-government zealots? Wealthy donors with no political or administrative experience whatsoever? You know who was spotted at Trump Tower a few days ago? Dan Quayle! Who’s next, G. Gordon Liddy? Like you, I find myself hoping against hope that he selects Mitt Romney—Mitt Romney! Mr. 47 Percent!—as Secretary of State. Is this a reality show? Is there a number we can call at home to vote some of these deplorables off the island?

Too, I have read your think-pieces, absorbed your analyses on why Hillary lost an election she won by more than two million votes. Like you, I weary of hearing about the plight of rural white Americans. I know times are tough there. I do. But I’m pretty sure the internet works in Alabama and Mississippi and West Virginia, and that anyone with ten minutes of free time and a library membership could have ascertained that Donald Trump is a con man extraordinaire, or might have examined Hillary’s many policy proposals, most of which would have directly helped rural American voters. Too many of them did not. Too many were racist, sexist, stupid, and eager to believe the narrative they wanted to believe: emails and Benghazi and Hillary as the actual devil. I gotta be honest, it will be difficult for me to summon great sympathy as President Trump dismantles the safety net, fucking over the very people who represent his core constituency.

(Yes, I said “fucking over.” I’m going full Bulworth.)

Have I been a good president? I think I have. I think the statistics speak for themselves. Real statistics, I mean, not the invented ones Alex Jones throws around. Unemployment is down, the Dow up. I have not yet come for anyone’s guns, nor have I imposed sharia law. But I fear that if I don’t act now, and fast, the entire Republic will expire.

So here’s what I’m going to do in the waning moments of my presidency—what I hope will not go down as the last presidency in our storied history.

First, what the hell is going on in North Dakota? An oil pipeline? Through land sacred to Native Americans? And the government is hosing people down with cold water in the freezing cold? And worse? Okay, enough is enough. Peel back, folks. Didn’t you people see Poltergeist? Let the Indian burial ground alone! Find another place to put your pipeline. That project is officially done.

Second, Merrick Garland? Get your black robe from the dry cleaner’s, you’re on the Supreme Court. Thanks for being a prince throughout this humiliating process. We’re going to argue that the Senate, by stalling for so many months, tacitly granted its approval. Not sure why I didn’t do this months ago. Like, the day after the election. Better late than never, I suppose.

Third, Edward Snowden? Full pardon. You’re clearly less of a danger than anyone in Trump’s Cabinet. Come home, man. We need you, now more than ever.

Speaking of pardons, Hillary is pardoned, too. For what? I don’t even know. Anything she may have done, ever, while in office. There. Now leave her the fuck alone. You people are like Cotton Mather, and you want to see her burned at the stake. But she’s not a witch, she’s a kindly if dull grandmother whose only crime was wanting to help you undeserving wretches. Enough.

Where was I? Oh, yes. Jim Comey: you are in violation of the Hatch Act. I expect your resignation on my desk before I finish uttering this paragraph. You get the opposite of a pardon. Actually, can we just swap you for Snowden outright? From what I understand, you’re a big fan of Russia. I’m sure Mr. Putin has a nice dacha for you.

And this brings us to the spray-tanned elephant in the room: Mr. Trump. Donald, you’ve assembled a team of bigots and sycophants to advise you, for reasons beyond my understanding. Steve Bannon is a Nazi. Jeff Sessions was too racist for the Reagan Administration. Betsy DeVos wouldn’t know a schoolhouse if it landed on her after a Kansan twister.

Also, and more importantly: if you don’t liquidate all your precious assets, immediately, and also release your tax returns, right fucking now, I will personally make it my mission to criticize every move you make, every word you utter, from this moment until your presidency is over. I will be so far up your ass, you’d think I was Melania’s strap-on. (Or maybe Ivanka’s?) Think you can handle a pegging like that, Lord Cheeto?

Oh, one more thing: Hillary conceded, in a classy manner befitting the leader of the free world. You are still somehow complaining that the election was rigged. And not in the Electoral College way our Founding Fathers intended. Well, okay, fine. The only possible way to shut up that puckered asshole mouth of yours is to do a complete and total audit. We have to make sure those three million phantom votes didn’t really vote Hillary. And also that Russia didn’t slightly tilt the vote in those swing states. You know what that means, fuck-o? It means you’re a slice of orange toast.

And if, by some miracle, the results confirm that you are the rightful winner, well, too bad. Because guess what? I ain’t leaving. You’ve spent the last 18 months trying to tear down all our democratic institutions, all these freedoms and liberties we hold most dear, but you’re operating under the assumption that I will do you the courtesy of abiding by the single most important miracle of the American experiment, something we all take for granted: the peaceful transition of power. Joke’s on you, tangerine rapist-of-teens!

You want the keys to the White House, you best come get them, you whiny little piece of creamsicle shit. See, because I know exactly how to make America great again. It’s easy. I just have to not allow you to occupy the Oval Office. Ever. To paraphrase your alleged buddies at the NRA, you get the nuclear launch codes when you pry them from my cold, dead hands.

This impasse ends one of two ways, Donnie. In civil war, or your resignation. As much as I despise Mike Pence with every bone in my body, he is at least vaguely qualified for the job. You, meanwhile, are an affront to everything we hold dear, and I simply cannot allow you to succeed me.

Are you thinking it over, Billy Bush bromance boy? Let me sweeten the pot for you. We’ll have Jill Stein do a GoFundMe page. See how much money we can raise. All of it goes to you if you resign immediately. She raised four million bucks in four days! You think the American people wouldn’t pay a lot more to have you leave without doing any more damage to our democracy?

You can use the money to buy a great big gold-plated Sybian machine. And you know what you can do with your gold-plated Sybian machine? That’s right, Mr. Trump: you can go fuck yourself.

Obama out.

We await.

We await Obama’s “I’ve had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane” moment.

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Revolutions Great And Small

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painting by Charles Moone, 2005

 

For those who follow the ebb and flow of history, the 2016 election came to a predictable end, though many of us were too close to see it coming.

But some of what happens next is also predicable, and therefore we can harken to our history books for answers, and try to map an end run around the things we can predict with surety.

These events include:

-Climate change disrupting everything from the economy to political borders, food security, water distribution, and generating even more massive migrations of people and humanitarian crises. Nothing on land or at sea will be untouched.

-Racism, xenophobia, hate crimes, and attacks on civil liberties will become more overt.

-Agent provocateurs will mix the message.

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So we have to respond accordingly.

If Washington under Trump is going to gut environmental protections, we have to gut the businesses who will profit. We have to make it materially irrelevant that environmental agencies are weak, or that the Paris Agreement will get tossed out the window.

If the Affordable Care Act is dismantled, we have to look for alternatives in the form of radical medical access. Can we do that? I have no idea. But we have to spitball any and all ideas, and then approach the industries and interests who can implement change.

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If “news agencies” promote false narratives and hateful rhetoric, we have to hit their advertisers where they live. Dig into how web advertising works, create counter-narratives. Create campaigns to pull money from companies that thrive in the toxic stew. Corporations can’t have it both ways: freedom of “speech” in the form of lobbying and SuperPACs but freedom from prosecution or consequences when their speech is filled with hate and irresponsibility and blithe indifference.

And if we can’t get change from the inside, we have to make it financially difficult for them to function. Continue hitting big oil where they live. Agribusiness is a huge polluter and inefficient consumer of resources; we have to radicalize food production. Find the hidden uses of fossil fuels (fertilizer is an example) and make them irrelevant by shifting funding into their alternatives.

Move money on massive scales. Take stocks out of huge portfolios. Go to universities and demand they pull assets away from toxic businesses. Ask Apple to take its billions of dollars in the bank and start financing clean water tech, solar roads, investment in the infrastructure of Standing Rock and other Native American lands. They need to diversify; let’s make it sexy to do so in the areas we’re concerned about. Where’s George Soros? Let’s get him on board for direct action. Is JK Rowling free?

There are organizations who already address these issues. I’ve donated to many of them. Some of you work for them. We can volunteer with them.

But I also know that the smartest guys in the room often aren’t guys and aren’t anywhere near the room. We need to pull together this amazing brain trust and figure out new paths.

Let’s make everything we hold dear financially imperative to those with the fattest pockets and longest reach.

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These are massive actions, and the size of them can make us feel tiny, especially when staring up at the enormous Cyclops that just beat us over the head with a mammoth’s leg bone. But revolutions come in all sizes, and there are small ways that add up to large ones if enough people participate.

  1. We’ve learned convenience trumps everything in the United States. So let’s create stores that sell nothing but bulk goods and generate virtually no waste.

Eradicate superfluous packaging, which hits the bottom line in all kinds of industries: fossil fuels, plastic production, mining, toxic chemical production, landfill, groundwater and ocean pollution, logging and paper milling, and lastly, recycling—which is better than not doing it, but still is woefully inefficient.

Let’s create neighborhood-bulk-programs where major goods and staples are purchased in shares: oil, toilet paper, soap. Once a year a barrel of maple syrup shows up and we divide it between the owners of the share; money goes directly to the producers of the maple syrup, and there’s no packaging, a re-useable barrel, and no store at all. A truck (or cargo bike!) delivers your neighborhood’s wine or oil; bring your jugs and fill them them ROMAN STYLE!

Yes, we can all shop at the co-ops and farmers’ markets, but it’s inconvenient for most people. Bulk sections are a decent start, but I want bulk everything, from oil to beer, crackers to ice cream. We can scoop stuff into tiffin carriers, pre-weighed aluminum storage, or cotton bags.

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  1. The “beauty and hygiene” market is one I’ve dramatically toned down in my house. I use bamboo toothbrushes, homemade skin products. Things that aren’t packaged, like bars of soap. For lotion, I refill a jar with coconut oil once every couple of months. Oil and baking soda toothpaste? Sounds freaky, but not nearly as freaky as all the crap in your Colgate, not to mention the tube which ends up as landfill.

And whatever crazy health benefits touted about using a wooden comb doesn’t matter to me nearly as much as the fact that it will decompose. I use an old-style safety razor. (“Safety” is a misnomer: the first time I shaved I nicked myself pretty good; my husband practically removed all the skin from his scalp the first time he used one, and we decided he wasn’t “exfoliating” as much as “defoliating.” But a minor flaying is totally worth it if it means no more disposable razors end up in the Pacific Garbage Patch.)

Ban anything with micro-beads, antibacterial soap, triclosan. Decide how much you need another wrinkle cream that probably works as poorly as the last one you bought, and surely has hidden ingredients that are finding their way into groundwater, the food chain, and soil, not to mention YOU.

  1. Withdraw from junk clothing.

The fashion industry is one of the worst polluters in the world, (it’s second only to the fossil fuel industry) and has a shady track record of human and worker rights, so removing both my cash and my clothing out of the consumer waste stream is fairly satisfying on the “righteousness” scale. I recently bought second-hand a cheap, almost-new cashmere sweater (not crappy cashmere, either–a really soft, tight weave that is cooking me to death as I write this); a couple of men’s button-up shirts with hoity-toity labels; two women’s tees in a Breton stripe, and a silk “Theory” brand camisole. (I just looked up how much the Theory camisole cost new: well over two hundred bones; I got it for 7 bucks.)

Cruise your local vintage stores when you need something. Trawling the aisles of Goodwill makes you both financially practical and surrounds you with people from everywhere. I love it there. My son loves it there. Adjust your mental space to frugality and economy, re-use and living lightly.

Re-shape your idea of classy: is it classy to wear trendy clothing that pollutes groundwater and relies on cheap labor in horrid conditions? No, it’s classy to buy a piece of well-made clothing that isn’t cheap in either price or quality, and wearing it until it falls apart. It’s classy to buy a well-made bag you love, taking good care of it, using it until you’re sick of it, and then giving it to someone else who needs it more than you. You might not have a huge wardrobe, but you’ll be classy and timeless, I guarantee it.

This is not a quick way to shop. But I look at it like being a hunter-gatherer: most of the time you find tubers and bugs to eat (nutritious, sure, but where’s the flavor?). But sometimes you’ll nab a whole bison and a bunch of ripe strawberries for your efforts, and you’ll appreciate them ever the more. The net effect is that your style is absolutely yours and yours alone, which, in an era of Kardash-fash, cheap labor, and processes that poison both humans and the wildlife around us, is something to make you proud.

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  1. Laziness is actually good environmental practice: leaving leaves on the ground creates a habitat so that birds and critters have all the necessary components for hanging out through the winter: food for worms. Worms for birds. Birds for seed delivery and insect control. Happy toad homes. Natural compost.

Do our neighbors think we’re lazy? Probably. And we are. BUT WE’RE A BENIGN LAZY.

Xeriscape. Naturalize. Plant natives in your yard. Plant a meadow. Loan your yard to people who want to grow things but have no yard of their own. Reclaim your land, whatever it looks like: a balcony, a deck, your basement window. Trade bulbs with your neighbors. Plant a freaking civil-rights-loving Victory Garden and give the bounty to charitable causes.

  1. Stop buying landfill.

Think about whether that damned Schmørff table at the SwedishSøøperSenter is going to end up in the garbage in a few years (Yes). Look for alternatives to the often abhorrently toxic particle board and MDF. Buy off Craigslist. Our kitchen island is from the ReBuilding Center, a charitable organization that pulls architectural elements out of the waste stream. Our kitchen tile came from a company that recycles old porcelain and glass and makes new tile. Use reclaimed wood. Refinish old pieces.

It’s taken our family years to come out looking slightly more mature than college dormers, but we have little in the way of future landfill furniture.

If you’re buying new, save up and buy products from crafty people that are built to last; I got an absurdly well-made bag which will outlast me by decades; I hope my grand-kids will use it for books in college.

Cruise thrift stores for pots, pans, utensils. There’s always a nice collection of mason jars at the one I go to. I kitted out our camping gear with used kitchen-wares. Not sure you need that gewgaw or frippery? Look for it in charitable tag sales first.

Always look at the object in your hand and ask yourself, “Is this thing likely to end up in the gullet of a sea bird, the bottom of the junk piles in my basement, or as a broken piece of plastic cultural detritus in the landfill?” If the answer is “yes,” don’t buy it unless you really need it. (I still can’t figure out how to get my prescription refilled in anything but that annoying one-use non-recyclable amber bottle. I HATE IT.)

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  1. Teach kids to see the world, including the harsh parts.

This one is brutal. Our job as parents and educators is to get our kids to adulthood feeling confident and strong, right? But the realities are not always pretty. So with our own son, we watch the news. We talk about sexism. We talk about racism. We talk about class. We talk about climate change. We talk about pollution. We try to answer questions honestly–which sometimes means we have to explain really rotten truths–and to admit that we don’t have answers, and then encourage him to seek them out.

We also try, as best we can, to provide him with the tools to evaluate the media, to question the messages it’s often very difficult to filter out. If he can’t filter out the noise, we hope that at least he can see things from a variety of positions, and that there is rarely one clear path to a solution.

In an age when the humanities are considered superfluous, and schools have been hamstrung by hypersensitivity, I suspect this might be the best thing we are doing to better the world. If we encourage our children to be critical thinkers rather than consumers of junk narratives and sloppy journalism, to be conservative in their consumption of resources, but generous with their time and their concern, we have one more bit of hope for our collective future.

These are brainstorms. Some of them might be viable, some of them not.  But we’ll come up with others and implement them. We’ll be the think-tank that finds interesting solutions to these profound problems. We’re not doing it all today, but every day and with tenacity.

Is this idealistic? Yes. But I can’t be motivated only by fear. I have to be motivated by hope and belief in our better angels. And you are our better angels.

 

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