Hard to believe half this year is already gone. I’m sure there were other months, but do I remember them? Nope. The months have scooted by and not even marked their passage. Maybe this is just the way things are now. Nothing new and exciting is happening and I’m not really thrilled with the idea of anything new or exciting anyway. We’ve had plenty of new and exciting over the past four years, so calmer waters are fine.
A lot of us seem to be kind of slow coming out of “mental lockdown.” It wasn’t just the physical part of lockdown. There was an emotional part during which because we were doing nothing much, we didn’t let ourselves feel very much. It was easier that way.
Meanwhile, it seems to me that everybody has something going on. Mostly physical stuff. It appears we are getting older even though we haven’t done very much with the time. I was sure that to get old you had to be busy, doing stuff. Who knew you could fall apart even if you are just sitting around? That’s not fair. Is it?
What do you think of the idea of the ‘greater good’ principle?
We’ve been watching “Madame Secretary.” We didn’t completely miss it, but we missed the beginning of the show. We also missed a few of the middle years. Some of it is familiar, some of it isn’t. So now we’re watching it from the start, show by show.
One of the central themes of the show it the “greater good.” The awful things they do for that “greater good.” They never really say what party they represent, but I have the feeling they are mostly reprising the older Bush years. He was CIA, as are many (most?) of the other people on the show. What’s most interesting is not how much things go right, but how repeatedly they are trying their best to fix the world and it nothing ever goes right. Even when it seems to have gone right, you just know that in one or two subsequent show, it will all turn to shit.
Also, I’m still reading “No Ordinary Time,” during which all the good stuff they tried to do in “the New Deal” disappeared during the war. They didn’t deal with all the racial issues and there were as many then — maybe even more — as there are now. They locked up all the Japanese in our very own American concentration camps and completely ignored the slaughter of the European Jewish community. It wasn’t that they didn’t try hard enough. They didn’t try at all.
As far as race relations went, they did essentially nothing. They talked a good game, but that was it. Talking. Kind of like fighting mass shooting with thoughts and prayers.
They also did a pretty good job trashing labor unions, refused to deal with the southern block of senators who are, to this day, refusing to allow change.
Over all, the “greater good” has never been very good, much less great. Or greater. Mind you, this book is a biography of the man many people to this day regard as our best president. If he was our best, maybe Trump wasn’t our worst. Maybe it will get even worse. It’s an appalling thought, so I’m not thinking about it.
All things considered, I don’t see a path forward. We aren’t going to do anything because we’ll never confront the corporations who own us or make a serious effort to break down that old southern block who have been doing their level best to prevent America from making real social progress. They aren’t going to suddenly develop a conscience, not after all these years of hanging tight to their hate and bigotry. Why should they? They get what they want and will keep getting it until the world is no longer livable.
WE are the conscience of the world and we’re not getting anything done either. I’m not even sure what we could do. What’s left? Short of a revolution which none of us are going to fight, what more is there.
Do you enjoy riding a roller coaster or other amusement park type ride?
I love roller coasters. Other rides are okay, but it’s the roller coaster I love. And the carousel. I know they are just wooden horses going around in a circle with music playing, but I love them anyway.
There is some serious nostalgia in the merry-go-rounds of this world.
Which musical instrument is the most annoying to you personally?
I like most instruments. I very much dislike the sound of high soprano operatic voices. To me, no matter how good the singer is, it sounds like a shriek and it makes my head ache. Not surprisingly, I’m not an opera fan.
Would you rather have a vivid imagination or a photographic memory if you had to choose just one?
Definitely a vivid imagination. The idea of being able to remember everything is awful. It’s bad enough remembering what I remember, but to remember EVERYTHING? Yikes!