Thursday, January 24, 2019

Time Out

I think as little as I possibly can about the state of our union.
About the dirty-handedness of politics.
About Donald J. Trump.

Eliminating the SOTU address from my prime time lineup next week is a non-event. I would not watch. I'm betting plenty of Americans believe they already know the state of the union. It's not great. The grandstanding, political pandering, and theater of the house-divided that is Congress is not necessary. We should be freed to watch our regularly scheduled programs. Thank you, Madam Speaker.

I watch episodes of House of Cards to relax. (That's right. I'd rather sit with the bone-chilling/creepoid Doug Stamper than the stomach-turning/ethics-churning orange face of reality.) At least I can walk away from HofC believing it's all fiction, and that the murderous-lapdog-to-an-evil-president is really just a nice actor named Michael Kelly who probably loves puppies and his mother.

My husband argues that this is no time for good, compassionate thinkers to turn away from the pile up of stupidity, egotism, ass-kissing, and lies that seems to define the real world in Washington, DC. The hubs says ignoring the problem is not going to solve it. He reminds me that Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. He wants me to get back to work, telling stories of real people struggling in real time.

But I am mired in grief and despair, humiliation and disgust, anger and indignation. No light. No love.

I make my case regularly:  If every major newspaper, TV network, and online commentator would go to a ZDT  (Zero Donald Trump) policy, I wouldn't have to look away. The man is only in this for the attention, you know. People with EQs of a 3-year old are like that. (Apologies to the delightful 3-year olds I've known. Your attention stealing antics were adorable!) As a nation, we can't conquer a contradictory, chaotic reign of calamity by giving it air time. It simply feeds the Beast.

Trumpian philosophy is not new to me. The President has torn a page from the playbook of a long-deceased TX state representative I used to work for. This was his motto: "It doesn't matter if they say good things or bad things about you, as long as they're talking about you." (RIP R.B. McAlister)

As long as they're talking about you...let it sink in.

So, how 'bout that ZDT policy? As a former journalist, I'm a devoted fan of the First Amendment. No one believes as strongly in the necessity of a free press to a thriving democracy as I do. But how free could it possibly feel to spread the Trump Tantrum/Bully Brand day in/day out? Ugh.

I'm not advocating leaving the manchild completely unattended/unchecked while he terrorizes us all with tweets and tantrums and twits, but he has to slip below the fold, after the commercial break, into some kind of ho-hum space in the news cycle.

Don't bury the lede, dear editorial decision-makers, just bury the lies the little boy tells.

Nancy Pelosi is more than a political mastermind who could outsmart any of us on any day (before her first cup of coffee). She's the mother of 5 children. I suspect she knows exactly what to do with a misbehaving 3 year old: Tell him he can't have what he wants until he settles down, follows the rules, plays well with others.

Until then, she knows, the best thing to do is send the kid to his room.

For the love of humanity, (and the effectiveness of this parenting move), let's NOT let his pout/rant/name-calling/door kicking get our attention while he's in time out. #ZDT

Maybe we'll have room in the house for some light and love if we ignore the noise from the back room for a bit. 


Thursday, November 8, 2018

Get Well RBG

A relatively sane moment in the nation's capital might have gone completely unnoticed this morning (because it apparently included no name calling, finger pointing, or press deriding):

The investiture of Brett Kavanaugh.

It was an invitation-only, six-minute long rite-of-passage/presentation of the papers behind the hallowed courtroom doors where the highest judges in our land preside over the trickiest issues in our society. This was the resulting photo op:

From left to right: retired Justice Anthony M. Kennedy, Associate Justices Neil M. Gorsuch, Sonia Sotomayor, Stephen G. Breyer, Clarence Thomas, Chief Justice John G. Roberts, Jr., President Donald J. Trump, First Lady Melania Trump, Associate Justice Brett M. Kavanaugh, Mrs. Ashley Kavanaugh, Associate Justices Samuel A. Alito, Jr. and Elena Kagan.

Ruth Bader Ginsburg is missing from the gathering. Chief Justice Roberts didn't mention it...I suppose because it was Brett Kavanaugh's hour.

But, well, oops! RBG wins the news cycle.

Justice Ginsburg fell in her office last night, went home, tossed and turned, then took herself to the hospital this morning. She was admitted with three fractured ribs. Ouch. Those of us who appreciate the national treasure that is RGB stopped everything when we heard the news, got out the rosary beads/incense sticks/singing bowls/prayer shawls and sent our highest and best hopes for healing into the Realm of Mystery.

Those of you with less appreciation for the opinions of Justice Ginsburg, try to hide your ugly sides today.  Stay off  social media if you can't contain your snark. You'll regret those nasty comments. You will.

Let the woman heal. Which she will. (Fun fact: In 2012, Justice Ginsburg broke two ribs and didn't mention it for months. She never missed a day of court.)

Have the decency to wish this woman a speedy recovery. She's 85. She's worked hard for your country most of her life...the last 25 years on the Supreme Court. She wants to do it another 5 years. (#goals) Let's be compassionate humans for an hour or two today. Pretend it's your Gramma.
Make America Kind Again, I say.

May the political vultures circle themselves into dizzy butter.
The day is coming when they will reap what they sow.

Godspeed Justice Ginsburg, from every kind person in America.
There are still plenty of us.