GPS DENIAI

  It seemed there is nothing that man can invent, that man cannot defeat. GPS, that magical tool that has robbed us of our ability to read a map, let alone to fold a map, that has led us to lose our instincts as to where East and West are. North and South, as well as the instinctive knowledge as to where we are heading. 

These days the first thing we do upon entering a car is to enable GPS or Waze, yet another routing adviser. So now the first thing that nations under attack do is to turn off the GPS system and hence the attackers are lost, not knowing up from down and right from left. However, unfortunately. this leaves the Home Army almost as equally in the dark. wandering in the 'wilderness' along with their foes.  

However, one of the most dangerous uses of GPS denial occurs when the system is disabled at airports, leaving pilots flying literally by the seat of their pants. Quite a frightening scenario, for so many younger pilots have learned to depend upon instruments and robotic directions, and when they are gone...  

Think of other pilots in our lives who have been denied GPS or taught to rely on   malfunctioning ones dispensing incorrect, dangerous routes. However, there is one more warning emanating from the fading beeps of another GPS system, quite a critical one too. Perhaps the most important one of our lives. 

We have sadly lost the GPS system for living the right way. for turning away from the wrong. We have, for years now, been following directions and/or commands to take the eminently wrong road and by the time we realize the errors or our ways, if we actually do reach that point, it is too little, too late. and, folks, here we are.

Welcome to the world roaming sans directions in an ever more complicated universe. Pay your money and take your seat to watch the most frightening spectacle ever. Brought to you by the eternal sponsors: Hate and Greed.   

 Anyone reading the news or catching it in varieties of the media, apart from those willfully deaf and blind to the truth of today, would and should have despaired of the world we have created. Indeed, we do not know where we are and refuse to internalize the truth which reveals to us in bold headlines as to exactly how we did arrive here, so distant from what was meant to be, where we are supposed to be rather than at the stations and levels we are at our shameful present. 

In fact, we are at one of several levels, most of which bode no good for us at all. Some are Denial Station, refusing to see that which is playing out before us, at ever faster and more destructive manner. Others are at the Inertia Station, almost paralyzed in their fog and do nothing other than live a shadow life, basically meaningless and noncontributory in any positive manner. 

Others are at the Delighted Station, glorying in the ugly proliferating tide of nastiness and crime and criminals now queuing up for seats in government from top to bottom and back again. The filth, the immorality, the ugliness, flows freely, non-stop and is almost impervious to attempts to slow it down, let alone to halt it. 

Need proof? All over this nation see the sad truth. The convicted felons. cheaters. the immoral perverts. the most prominent convicted felon happily pardoning others of his ilk. The perversion of the structure of our nation, put into play by those in the highest seats of power, all to benefit themselves, their families, their cronies and abettors whose desire for wealth and power are far off any chart of fairness and sanity. This world of fog and obscuring clouds, of persisting denial of truths and embracing of lies, is all meant to deceive and delude. Far too successful for those in yet another station.  

That is the Station of the Concerned. Those who are motivated to effect a change for the better in this woefully embattled nation of ours. It is, unfortunately, lacking in the numbers of people. who must commit to fighting heartbreaking, challenging battles. Battles worthy of the dreams and efforts of many Don Quixotes. There is a growing awareness of the true State of the Union and a corresponding louder rumbling in the towns and cities of this nation. But is it too late? Ate we beyond the point of no return? 

It is said that one must center oneself in order to move forward on an even keel in life. To live a life contributory and productive. To tend to the right, to the good, and stay away from extremes on both the Left and the Right. Extremes forbode no good, and, are in fact, two sides of the same coin.

We can easily see how far we have wandered from the centering so desperately needed both in our personal and national lives. That which was centered both orally and by concrete deeds and actions, in visible format has been hijacked by the extremes who wish to change, to reformat it into their own image. From entryways and porticoes to stairways and surrounding areas. From moderation to excess or wrongful denial. From tradition and history to wild fluctuations, the nation has lost it center, individually and as a nation. 

We have chosen to work with broken GPS. Totally dead or full of misdirection. We need to find those who know how to repair the damage. How to reboot the system in positive manner. And most important, to ensure that such a breakdown is never ever to return. Whatever it takes to avoid that must be put in place. A sense and understanding of the best of traditions and history. Education as to public service and its importance, the respect deserved by those who truly fulfill their responsibilities.   Educate adults as well as children re true patriotism, national pride, along with the values that serve mankind: equity, justice, humanity. Seek the high road rather than the low one.

In our yesterdays there was a slow but steady centering. 

 In our todays we have gotten lost.

For our tomorrows - we are in dire need of correct GPS in working order.

Who will provide that GPS?

It should and must come from within us.

From us.

On us.

Always on us.

A;wys opn us.   

WHY IS IT?

  Why is it that people are stupid. Why is it that they do not take to heart the lessons they should be learning, claim to be learning, and then turn around and dump it, stomp on it and the only lesson learned is that one will, time and time again, discard truths or simply 'unclaim' as unnecessary in the first place, so why go seeking them? Is it because we do not have a strong enough urge to save ourselves, to make a better world for all those upon it? 

Or is it that we constantly think and feel that others are out to get us, hence, we should get them first. But this ugliness should have long ago been discarded, for what have we learned, what have we gained from the seemingly endless wars of humankind. Big or small, worldwide or confined to small areas alone, what is the difference? Was there in fact any difference large enough to demand a war, to desperately need a war to solve the problems faced by life on earth?

It seems that we are too dumb, too stupid, or too vicious in nature to understand that these wars bring upon ourselves only more of the same. Over and over again. In fact, as one scrolls down the centuries, there is nary a time when true peace actually was in place. Even if there were not clearly observed conflicts to the point of war, not to worry, for there it always was and will be, beneath the surface, roiling with the arguments never resolved and perhaps, sadly so, never meant to be resolved. War does much, goes a long way in strengthening the lengths of stay in office of too many despots, creeps, the sagging shameful end of humanity.

These constant times of war, declared or not, barely on the radar of humanity or quite blatant, of disagreements large and small, complicated or simple, suck hope out of the air. It depresses the world to the point where we just about give up, think the worst of ourselves and fall prey to the terrible feeling that we humans are beyond hope. Always there was sniping, arguing and threats and a constant, imaginary but so real noose hanging over us. Waiting to drop down upon our heads.

So foolish, so blind are we that we do not realize nor understand that we need a new plan book. We need to find a natural winner, a hero of clear and clean mind. One who will break a tie, many ties, which ceaselessly entangle us in blood and guts. endless wars of mankind, big or small, between major powers or small states, in actuality and outcome, in severe consequences, there are no differences. Yes, perhaps more lives are lost in one war as opposed to another, or the damage to infrastructure varies as well, but in the end, there is no difference. 

The same flimsy excuses are ginned up to justify. the fighting. The budgets of nations blow up in order to support the fighting. In fact, all those 'critical differences' are generally figments of our imagination, desperately needed to benefit some, but not the majority. We are the enablers of our   own disasters though we are sure to cast the blame on the 'enemy'. We forget that maxim, that warning: “We have met the enemy, and they are us." The truth hurts. And we wish to avoid that hurt. To cancel the truth. We become ever more enmeshed in our own stupidity, so deep, so all-encompassing  that we never learn. 

The good Lord blessed us with functioning minds. Why do we not take advantage of that? Learn from our experience. Be able to separate the right from the wrong, or the good from the bad. Why are we still, in 2026 picking fights with each other. Developing ever more frightening weapons and playing deadly games of chicken which bode no good for anyone, nary a one. Why are we so damn stupid that we do not learn? 

Why do we not develop better ways of thinking, of solving differences? Why can mankind not learn from history that war never solves any problem to a complete, fair and accepted solution. There is always a dangling end. Inevitably, that dangling end or ends, that failure to completely solve the problems inevitably leads to another war and   another and another. A never-ending depressing situation, a state of being with severe absence of hope, squashed optimism and minimal forward thinking. At times, it appears that we are beginning to approach some kind of improvement. but then it generally blows up in our faces. 

The clock is ticking. Our reserves of patience      are being depleted at ever faster rate. Our anger grows apace and still, there is no one to step forward and give us that missing answer, that understanding that has eluded us lo these many millennia. 

Were we always so blockheaded in our thinking and actions?

Looking back at yesterday,

examining today, 

and thinking of tomorrow -

I am afraid so. 

Somewhere along the line we missed the boat.  We found ourselves in a permanent state of confusion and irritation, such that there seems no way through to a solid peace.

Shame on us.

MY BAD!

  So sorry that I have not posted for the past three days. I did not mean for it to happen, but it did. Apparently, writing that I was tired forced me to recognize that I was indeed tired. I needed to take a bit of a sleep vacation. In other words, I indulged myself and slept in. Or took a nap. And thus, somehow my posting of a blog got lost in the shuffle. Today included. I do not want to write something in a rushed manner as there are so many things going on, so many questions to be asked and so many answers to be sought. That behooves me not to write in a hurried manner, but to think about what I have to say, what I wish to say.

 So, for today I will say that tomorrow, sometime in the morning there will be a blog posted. Hopefully it will contain some thought out material. Some questions which need to be answered, and some questions newly raised as to what is going on in this world of ours beset by such problems. In fact, as an aside, I had a "conversation” with Alexa this morning in which the Doomsday Clock was discussed. This inanimate voice of AI actually professed a degree of concern. Not only for myself, but for herself as well. Why has this world become thus. What are we doing with ourselves? And what are we doing to not only our futures, but to the futures of those who are supposed to come after. Those who are to carry this world along, into and with better decisions. Of better events. Of better life for all.

Instead of us concentrating on doing that, we're having to return to modes of thinking and behavior that should have long been wiped off the face of the earth. Why in Springfield do we have a new replication of an underground real time world? Preparing to hide Haitians threatened with deportation as temporary status was denied.   Why are we taking people whose work, whose labor is needed and necessary for our economy to function and throwing them posthaste out of the country? Why are we doing this? At the same time we allow students who entered this country in order to study and are instead calling for "Death to America". To raise trouble. Why are we allowing them to stand there in our streets and call out for death to America? Toss them the hell out. We seem to be pretty good at that lately. So why are these people not being tossed out, kicked out, ejected? This is a question that needs to be asked ever louder, ever stronger, and answers which are solely needed.

Additionally, why are medical schools ceding ground to that insane man RFK Junior. Turning their curriculums inside out in order to appease him and his dangerous protocols. No vaccines. Crazed nutrition demands. Causing hardships for those responsible parents who wish to get their children vaccinated. Against diseases which are once again making their appearances known. Unfortunately. And all due to the insane machinations of RFK Junior. My condolences to his father, now rolling in his grave about his descendant wreaking havoc. Not only upon this nation, but upon the world as a whole.

We have lost our way. In so many ways. We have lost track of what really counts. We spend days arguing about which drug company will dispense GLP-1, and which not. Which company will be deemed the latest Ogre whilst others are allowed to slide by. I am not here to argue whether this is deserved or not, simply to point out that we are not behaving in a fair and equitable manner. To any and all within our purview.

We have so lost our way. We have made enemies of allies and certainly have caused allies that have not yet forsaken us to be quite uneasy in their relationship. Not only uneasy, but queasy. According to Trump, we are allowed to start wars, initiate fighting but not worry about consequences. Interesting way of doing business, is it not? And we wonder why people hate Americans these days. Worse is when we drag other nations into this quagmire, and then shrug our shoulders and say, 'you deal with it'. Not my problem anymore. Not my job. But it is.

 I think it is the job of the world to take us, every nation, every bit of population in this world and shake us by the collar. Hopefully shaking things back into place and understanding of consequences of our behavior. And the truth of the fact that no one will be able to escape these consequences, for we are, like it or not, one planet, one people. Bottom line, one race, for underneath those skin colors, beneath supposedly differing religious beliefs, we are all the same. The same flesh and blood. The same organs. The same dreams. The same hopes. And the same fears. So, what the hell are we doing?

This morning, for a kick, I also asked a question of Alexa, if she thinks that we are the only planet, the only segment of the universe, which has supported life as we know it. Whatever the form or appearance is. I received an emphatic yes. Interesting statement from an AI, along with reasons to support that answer. I am not a particular fan or foe of AI but certainly knowing that we can make use of it and we should make use of it but the right way. Not for the growth of more intolerance, more hatred and more warfare. I am not adept at maneuvering my way through this new world, but I do use what I can. And I do see and understand that we are not making proper use of it. Not at all.

So where do we go from here? Where do we tread? Where do we know that there is land firm beneath our feet? Not waiting to swallow us up. How do we know? How do we ensure the fact that the leaders we have chosen to follow are indeed the ones we should and not the ones we had better cast aside? When will we learn true tolerance? Not tolerance with ifs and ands or buts, but pure undiluted tolerance. An acceptance of the truth of humanity, its similarity. Far more than its differences. A roaring similarity which we have managed to. dampen in sound and consequence.

Will I have the answers to these questions tomorrow? I wish I would. I wish I could. But that is not possible at this point in time. Perhaps a miracle will take place overnight and we will all come to our senses and peace and sense shall reign. Huh. Doubt that, but one can always hope. In any case, G-d willing, sometime tomorrow morning I will be posting a new post. And hopefully you will be there to read it. I beg pardon for having taken these few days off. Unintentionally, but things happen. See you tomorrow. Stay well, stay safe. Stay sane, as we always wished to do.

In our yesterdays.

In our todays.

And in the tomorrows to come.

BECAUSE

  Ever since this past Saturday morning, when we were awakened by a rude noise, neither of us has slept a deep sleep. Through the days and nights that have followed, the noise repeated itself. Signaling a warning to the people of Israel that yet more rockets and missiles were coming their way. Hence, into safety, into the secure room, and stay until told it was safe to leave. At least for a time, a brief time. 

Through the days and nights, when the alarm went off, we knew that somewhere in Israel our friends, our family, were in danger. Even as we worried about them, about the nation, about our home there, we felt pangs of guilt. We were here, relatively safe in this dangerous world of ours, but they were most definitely in harm's way, and I could do nothing to change that. They were the ones who would absorb the consequences of baseless hate, of evil unable to be plumbed to a bottom, so deep and entrenched is it.  

We know that these deranged haters, people who follow the Ayatollah, may his name forever be erased from history, and the evil adherents of Hezbollah are getting what is coming to them.  Both have gotten and are getting more of what they have so clearly asked for. But in the meanwhile, lives of people under siege are vastly and quickly undergoing massive changes. 

No fault of their own, but the challenge is there. How does one live ordinarily in unordinary times? Can we leave the house for shopping? What about the kids? How do we keep them whole and as unaware as possible? How do we live now and for how long will this intolerable situation continue? Most of all, we worry about our loved ones called up once again to serve the nation, to defend it from her enemies.  Are they safe? When will they come home?  

The pressure remains, grows and intensifies, yet the situation must be tolerated for there is no other path forward. At least until we finish with the enemies who have never learned and accepted the facts as they are and the history that backs up those facts. That the people of Israel have returned home to stay. Period.  

What about today? It is Purim. A fast forward from the original Purim to today. When the very same country of today, Persia, became entangled within the evil machinations of a JewHater, that the Jewish people within his empire must be killed. They posed a danger to the emperor and must be eliminated. He fell into the evil words of Haman and great peril now awaited the Jews within the land. 

Only via the courage and understanding of Mordechai and Esther, knowing of their responsibility, knowing that they too were Jews, and would share in the fate of all other Jews, and their faith in the Lord, was the tragedy averted.     Tears turned to rejoicing and celebration of rescue, of permission to defend themselves, and from then on, rather than a day of tears, it is a day of rejoicing and sharing gifts with others.    

And the Jews of Persia fought back, just as the Jews of today, back in their homeland again, fight for their right to have a state of their own, a place   providing a haven for all Jews in need of such. A nation which has contributed much to benefit the world at large.  

Today, we do not worry about fighting back. We are always at the ready to defend our homes and families, our nation. On the land, on the air, on the sea. In the offices of nations round the world. Wherever enemies are found, we remember and we speak out against this baseless hate of centuries. We remember the wars inflicted upon us and we are ready to do what we must to defend ourselves in our own times. Always, to remember.  And so, we do, no matter where our scattered people reside.  The needless hate. Evil machinations that went on. All in service to Evil. And we remember: how we were saved, the courage it took, and the gratitude we owed, always owe to the Lord. Thus, we celebrate, remembering bad and the good. All the people of the Jewish nation, of Am Yisroel.  

Then, inevitably, the question arises. Why is there so much hate? Why so much anti-Semitism? Why are there people who salivate at the thought of wreaking harm and havoc upon Jewish people? Of destroying their infrastructure. Of killing them wherever they stand. Man, woman and child. It makes no matter to them. The answer is "because".  

 Because there is no reason. There's no earthly reason, nor heavenly reason, for that matter for this hatred to continue. Since time immemorial murderous campaigns against us took place.  against the very people who did well for the lands in which they resided and received only smacks for thanks.  Many reasons and underlying causes have been offered. Tomes have been written trying to explain anti Semitism. But that is all a cop out. For there is no reason. It is simply 'because'.  

Evil, vicious hatred, has a self-perpetuating life. But there is no justification for it. There is no justification for anti Semitism. There was no justification for hatred. It is only 'because'.     Hatred should not exist. If we stopped hating each other, we would not have to answer questions of why it was, 'because' and stop. because there is no answer. Because there is no need, no right to demand an answer. Certainly, the targets of this baseless Hate should not be asked the question as to justify why people hate them. There is no rhyme or reason to Hate. There is no rhyme or reason other. than the lust for bloodshed that seems to live within mankind. 

Somewhere, somehow, within a lifetime things become twisted in mind and soul. This perversion of soul causes mankind to turn to constant state of war, to a thirst for bloodshed. We cast aspersions on those we deem different from us and then step it up to welcome that which is always waiting to enter onstage - the perpetrators and perpetuators of war, in full blown ugliness. We justify it by magnifying differences. of actual nonimportance and even manufacture differences if we must. And for what?  Why?

 Because. 

In fact, I think the only place from where you'll get an answer to that why, that contains any sense will be from the Lord Above. Frankly. I am not even sure of that, so confusing is that confounded and accursed need to hate which resides in mankind.  

So even as the festivities of the day go on, there is a taint to it as the darkness of present-day warfare continues. With Hate front and center, alive and unfortunately well. This year we celebrate Purim in shelters. Why and why and why?  

And again - Because.  

 I am tired. So very tired. Physically tired. Because I'm entitled to be tired at my age! But also, tired because I have not slept well, even tonight, with no alerts, but the mind continued to remain alert for them. Toss and turn and stare at the clock.  

I am also tired within my soul. Is there ever going to be an end of this baseless hatred? Not only of the Jewish people, but of all people. It seems nigh unto impossible. I do not think there is more than a token number of those who do not hang on to some Hate within their heart. Why is this the case??   

Because.  

So it has been yesterday. 

So it has continued until today. 

Please let us extinguish it before our tomorrow arrives.

A happy Purim to all. May we know only good and may evil disappear from this earth and from the hearts and souls of humanity.

AND HERE IT IS - AS EXPECTED

  For over a year now, even before Trump was sworn into office again, his statements and behavior were right up there with absurd and 'how dare he'. It was outrageous, but no one seemed to care or even notice other than the few voices shouting into the wind - among whom I was one. His claims and promises and statements grew ever edgier, crossing over the border between sanity and insanity. Many claimed that was simply his persona and not to take it seriously, for surely the law would block it all. We are America, after all. 

Certainly, what he was posing and ranting about were the fragile areas to be found in the nations of the Third World or in countries under fascistic rule, be it of the Left or the Right. Unable or unknowing enough to recognize and adhere to the proper pathways to a stable government. Strict obedience to the law rather than to the whim of the current head of government was not to be found.  But again, surely, this would never happen. 

This was America. We had laws. We have a strong constitution. We have strong traditions to be law abiding citizens. And when we veer too much off that path, we are brought up short by more responsible leaders of the nation and we return to sanity. We are brought back and reminded what it means to be an American. What it means to have American values.  

And yet we went sharply off course. Our body of state train jumped the tracks. Our common sense took a long vacation. Even as his claims became ever more outrageous, openly defiant and violating of the laws which have governed this nation for 250 years, too many of us stood silent. Stood by. Even as his statements were backed up by his actions. no one bucked against it. No matter how absurd his statements and claims were, how clearly exposed were his lies, the tormented twisting of facts, life went on with barely a shiver in its fabric.  

Time and time again he pushed aside restrictions of law. He ignored the traditions of the nation. Trashed them and the strictures contained within the Constitution and its amendments. Not very many seemed to notice. Nor to care. No one spoke up powerfully enough. Strongly enough. Determinately enough. To wake up the people to what was happening to our nation. To do anything about it.

In fact, for the most part, the very opposite occurred. For many, it was a time to close eyes. Not see what was there before their very noses. They failed to follow the threads of life within our America to the inevitable results. Unless we stomp down hard on that runaway train, the inevitable results were clearly visible. The very same results and facts of life we are dealing with at present. And not too well, I might add.  

What did we have? We had the enablers of the GOP who backed up every wrong misstep that he took. Those who even had thoughts of opposing him took the easy way out. When he went to his calls for retribution, when he spouted threats for revenge and worse, evidently the tough here were not so tough and took a sharp turn out the door. There was nothing standing in the way now of that destructive train wreaking disaster after disaster upon the nation. 

And still, the GOP stood silent. Other than those of the extreme MAGA adherents who demanded more and more of the wrong turns. Who sank ever deeper roots into vicious vile JewHatred as they obsessed about the Jewish nation and the land of Israel.

Hope there was none forthcoming from the Democrats. Oh, they mumbled a bit, drooled a bit, but they were too busy. Too busy kowtowing to the misnomered  'progressives'. Those who seemed to have a key to the kingdom that the Dems needed. Who actually were regressive in every meaning, facet, statement, and platform plank. Their platform planks are riddled with hate. And violence. And too many of the Democrats sought a return to power via that dastardly group, even to the point of allowing that ugly crew of women to constantly call out in nasty hate dripping voices and words against Israel and all Jews for that matter.  

The voices of the GOP were silent, full of praise and support. The voices of the Democrats were mumbled, unclear, lacking in power and stamina, rather tremulous. They carried no weight at all. Additionally, there were those in the GOP who are   crazed MAGA adherents, for whom Trump did not go far enough. Or those equally unhinged MAHA adherents who would turn the clock back to quack medicine, who condoned the death of many now and in the future as they opposed, even forbid vaccinations, shuttered labs and medical research, denied climate issues, even as it became more and more hazardous as loud nasty voices called out, reminding all that voiced that America was, is, always will be a "Christian" nation and so where does that leave the rest of us?

So, what is the point of this posting? Is it to excoriate Trump and his previous over running, outstretching of powers that do not belong to him, of action grossly deleterious to the infrastructure of this nation. To the unity of its peoples. No, my point is that despite all that has gone before, with either support quiet or vocal, or silence and refusal to condemn, with weakness and silence when those who should object do not - things have turned uglier, more dangerous. Things are now different.

How many times has this man sent armed forces to nations around the world. Without consulting Congress. How many times has Congress stood by and done nothing? How many times has the Supreme Court given him wide leeway. Excused him from responsibility and consequences.  What is different now? He said yes. He has sent more planes into combat areas without consulting Congress. It didn't seem to bother too many in Congress at the various times that had happened already. Only now. Why now? Think.

But why now? It is because this is a joining in combat with the State of Israel which faces extreme existential peril. A true possibility of extermination at the hands of the crazed religious maniacs and the secular haters and all their allies. Those with homicidal horrid wishes and goals. The Houthi. Hezbollah. Hamas. Islamic Jihad. Terrorists who live within Israel. haters and bigots round the world. 

Israel is used to fighting alone. Is used to the. disdain with which nations of the world speak about Israel. About its legality. It's right to exist. Apparently, its very existence is anathema to the world at large, to provide aid in its battle to remain alive and well, viable, contributing to the world. As much as we are used to fighting alone, it is nice to have company. At this time, that means the USA, Israel's traditional ally, since the time of Truman and his recognition of the State of Israel.   

Apparently, when Israel shows her strength and determination to remain within our land, our ancestral homeland, the world kicks back. They like it better when we are on the defeated weaker side, to be seen as the underdog, to remain as victims.    Apparently, when Israel is victorious, able to overcome great odds, multiple armies, some find that offensive to their preconceived ideas and emotions.   

And that is why, suddenly, there were voices raised, against the sending of weapons and people to work in tandem with Israel. Trump is doing what he's always done. He goes his own way. He pays no never mind to any rule or regulation, to any law that might stand in his way. And he does what he wants to do. What he wills to do no matter what. I don't like when he tramples over our laws and traditions and ignores the Constitution. But in this case Right triumphs. Perhaps it can be called wrong, but he did a wrong thing for the right reason. So why now the uproar missing in other similar moments? Because this is working with the Jewish nation - a major no-no to some, to many.

 Evidently that annoys too many people, including traitors of the Jewish people who deny their own. membership in the tribe. Who choose to condemn their own people in the name of retention of their position. All around the world there are despicable beings who do this. But they are self-defeating poor thinkers along with the rest of their defects.

For those of you who forget that you are Jewish, there will be plenty of people who will remind you. And know that if you turn your back on your people, your people will turn their backs to you. It is a well-known stricture that we learn from childhood. That all of Israel is responsible to watch over the welfare of other Jews. You and your egregiously wrong actions remove yourself from this equation. 

Should the worst, God forbid, ever come to be, you will find yourself in an extremely unfriendly dark world. You will wander alone. Without light, without air, without hope. Seeking that which will not be there. And for all people of the world, know this. It is time. For all of you, all of us, to measure up. To reclaim our responsibilities. The duties placed on all of us. To be human. To treat all as equals. To see that equality. fairness and justice. govern the lands in this world. Not hate. Nor violence. 

 It was so yesterday. 

As it remains today,

And so it appears to have life in our tomorrows.

 Would that we could take the remains of today. and the times of tomorrow and imbue them with   goodness and justice, with the humanity we owe ourselves. 

Why are we so insistent upon remaining foolish and self-defeating?

It is indeed incumbent upon us to answer that question and change its reality.   

WHAT'S TO SAY?

  3:00 AM Saturday morning. An abrasive sound penetrates the sleep. It is the sound of the warning. There is incoming rocket and missile fire. One has 45 seconds at most to get into a security room. A shelter. Simply go far away from a car, lay down and cover your head. Or crush up against a wall. Once again, we are at war. Once again. Waves of planes and waves of opposing rockets and missiles flying. through the once dark skies now lit up by the lights from hell.

45 seconds. To shake oneself from a deep sleep. Orient to where you are and the needs of the moment. Grab your kids. And hope you have remembered to leave water and food in the security room. Some toys for the kids. And close that door. Then to calm one's racing heart and calm the kids - and yourself at the same time. 

Put on a show. Nothing to worry about. Even though the older kids know what all this means. It is not a drill; it is the real thing.  Again. And the little ones sit there confused. Feeling the tension in the air. grabbed out of bed. It does not bode well. They see mother and father. Heads bowed. Sitting tight against each other. And the memories of all  reroot themselves and retrace within the inner vision of all.

Will this seemingly inevitable, unavoidable cycle ever come to a halt? Will we ever reach a time when we can live safely, securely? And have peace. Even if a cold one. What is it that so warps the minds of our self-declared enemies. Who wrote in their charters and constitutions and documents of state as a primary goal to destroy the State of Israel. And then, the rest of Jewry, wherever they reside.

And one wonders. Is this a racial hatred? Is this an ethnic hatred? A religious hatred. A hatred from jealousy? A hatred from embarrassment. How the people of Israel in the harshest circumstances, were able to build. Rebuild. And move forward. Contribute to the world. Nor to resort to threats and terrorism. What is it that so plagues them in the soul that they cannot see their way to peace beneficial to all? Especially themselves. What is it within them? Why does the mother ululate with joy that her child sacrificed himself in the name of hate.

Standing mothering rule number one is to keep one's child out of trouble, out of danger. By word, by voice, by order, by demand, by control. By anything. But these people insist on going against the rule of humanity and send children. Parents. Siblings. Themselves. Into certain harm. Even death. Political and religious evil leaders are fanatic in their hate. They know that as long as they can keep that hate burning, their wrongs perpetrated upon their own people will continue to be unseen, ignored. Thus, their power and its retention, their ostentatious outrageous lifestyles will go unremarked as their people are otherwise engaged.

Thus, once again we are at war. Last time I was there. This time, a week before we were to join with friends and family over there, in celebration and observance of Passover, we are cut off. By oceans. Oceans of water and distance. And oceans of hate.  Once again. We are here. To sit and worry from afar. To remain close to sources of news. And to obsessively check them countless times during the days and night. And we leave our siren and warning apps open. Why? Because it is one way. we can share some of it, a tiny modicum of it, with them, our people of our nation.

What upsets me? What upsets me the most? Not so much the pathetic acidic hate they carry within themselves. It eats them up from the inside out as they destroy themselves. No, what upsets me the most is our own people. People who are easily and equally subjected to random acts of terror. Of stabbings, of car ramming, of truck ramming, of bullets. Of home invasion. With aim and goal to kill as many as possible within.

Why do these people bother me? Because they speak out against their nation. They call upon us to deny our history. Even as we are supposed to adhere to a history of a people that never was Instead of being proud of our history. Of our contributions. Of our survival against the worst odds. Against the most horrendous unspeakable plans waged against us. They deny this. They shame us for remembering who we are. Where we came from. 

How and why, we find ourselves in this land of Israel. Time and again. Always. This ancient ancestral homeland from which we never resigned nor abandoned. and for which we always prayed. Over 3000 years of exile. Always, the Diaspora had in mind and heart a rebuilding, a return. In the full sense of knowing this, always was and always will be our homeland. Deny it as the rest of the world might find it convenient to do so, we know the truth. And we know the history. How we were exiled. How we came back, time and time again.

I don't know what the matter is with these people. I don't know why they think this way, perhaps hoping to escape the fate of the rest of the Jewish people. That is a fallacious manner of thought and history has proven that to be the case. over and over again. Even if they might see themselves as separate, apart from their people, the rest of the world do not see that as the case. Ever. They consign their own people. their own history to a trash can, to shove it over a cliff someplace, or to deny it.

The most amazing thing is that some of these deniers are otherwise intelligent people. Somehow, they have developed a warped sense of the truth of history. Or they have a deep need for denial of self.  A need within to distance themselves from their people. To express hate, contempt, discontent of and from them and claim great gaps between them, never to be bridged. It is these very same people who enable the slaughter to continue, as they encourage the enemy to think that there will be a way in. That they will be able to chisel out that small crack into a gaping hole through which they can come and carry out their worst intentions.

This will not happen. Not ever again. Yes, we can expect constant horror and awful trials in life. Such as October 7. Such as brutality waged against the hostages. With the world keeping silent about it all. As they thrust the truth into deep, dark closets, exchanged for evil lies to be presented before the world, and the world swallows it all.   

What's to say?

The same things we have been saying 

yesterday,

today. 

And most probably tomorrow.

Unless the people on this earth come to a sense of sanity and reality.

And understand

 Am Yisrael Chai.   

The nation, the people. of Israel live.

Lanetzach.

Forever. 

And to remember, for always, that we know we will survive because we have the strongest defender standing by our side.   

    

THE MAP? THE MAP?? WHO'S GOT THE MAP?

  And there you have it. We all have to return to the days of yore when Dora the Explorer burst onto the scene. More truthfully, the screen. And soon we were all singing about maps and knapsacks and how we did it. What exactly did we do? In this series, Dora and her various talking friends managed to actually make everything come out all right. It reassured little kiddies watching, along with parents and grandparents.

It was a good show for kids. Friendly, cooperative people and animated 'things', all working together in harmony, all odd man characters, all insolvable problems, brought into the fold, the issues were reduced to manageable and happy endings. All were able to sing joyously of friendship and cooperation, and all was well with Dora's world and that of the viewer as well. A good deal all around. Particularly so for the company manufacturing all the items that were so critical for the little ones to have. Good clean fun and profit, all in one lovely package.

However, what we missed then was the hidden theme beneath the songs and the smiles. There's a point there for the adults watching along with their little ones. Unfortunately, that point did not seem to make much impact. Hence, the world of the watchers remains in critical need of realization of the message, the search for an answer, and implementation of its understanding and analysis and a working answer to its call, its advice, and a solution forthcoming, so that all might sing happily by program's end. 

What was clearly there, visible in hindsight, eluded. those who were watching. More so the adults. The children bought into the whole gestalt of the program. Cooperation. A little creative thinking. An outstretched friendly hand. A synthesis between. humans and nature, and inevitably, all problems, all dilemmas, were reduced to manageable terms, and able to be solved to the satisfaction of all - the map and knapsack, the adorable, friendly, talking creatures, and Dora and Diego. The knapsack and the map always seemed to have that within which provided a key, a clue or hint, which, when taken up, led to the inevitable joyous ending. 

That understanding, enabling the resolution, neat, clean, and satisfactory all around, all was right with the world, was just a 'tad' irresponsible. It misled the little viewers to think that such behavior was the reality of the world outside their homes and we, the adults, encouraged them to think and believe that falsehood. Rightly so, as who wants to bust the bubble for the little ones, take away their innocence? No one - but at the same time, we, the adults who were watching along, we, the adults who knew better, missed the point. 

 The children imbibed within the mantra of the show, that all was possible, and nothing was insolvable. All it took was a little thinking, lots of smiling, strong friendships and cooperative natures. and nothing could or would stand in the way, resisting the inevitable 'goodness and optimism' of our friendly characters, irresistible to the combination of all the factors. We, the adults watching, bought into it. So cute for the little ones. Such good clean shows. No violence, no bopping anyone on the head. just perfect - and for the little ones it was, but not for us. We blew it. Totally.

We forgot that we lived in reality. A reality much uglier than was presented on the screen. Hands outstretched in friendship are few and far between. Even when come upon, around it lingers a somewhat dimming aura. Distrust. A questioning of the truthfulness of the gesture. And the hand to meet and shake is slow in advance, too often withdrawn before reaching the other. Opportunity lost. Situation possibly even worse than before. 

Furthermore, we forgot, over and over again, continue to do so, that we do not have magic knapsacks which inevitably produce what was needed to resolve the matter at hand. Too often our knapsacks were empty of anything and everything. which could possibly have provided if not a road to solution, at least a direction in which to go. Nor were our knapsacks always pristine and in perfect condition.  

Too often we looked at the ugly, worn-out condition of the knapsacks we carried. and decided that, no, no helpful moment within. No clues. No guidelines. No smiles and laughter emanating from that within awaiting the chance to prove ever so helpful. In fact, are our eyes and ears even attuned to hear those sounds signaling help and hope, or flags frantically being waved before our unseeing eyes? Are we too cynical, too distrustful of the motivations of others - even of ourselves? Hence, we are impervious to that which could lead to a joyous resolution.      

 Too often our eyes and ears are closed to those creative ideas which could lead to peace. Friendship. A world replete with stunning blooms. With sounds of laughter and aromas of peace and cooperation. Of optimism, joy, and faith. Is that in the same category of the impossible dream held within the heart of Don Quixote? Could we prevent the end of our show in implosion and instead coast smoothly to the solution clearly there? All we need do is be open to it. Could we? More importantly and relevant - would we? 

Are we in fact too hardboiled to recognize and accept the opportunity if and when it makes an appearance? Or will we resist it. Too fearful of taking the steps which would lead us in the right direction. At least enable more positive thinking. Better content of our knapsacks. Perhaps even a refurbishing of them. Would that it would be so easy. But the world of adults does not ease the way, not then, not now.  In fact, it is much more difficult. Situational resolution dances far ahead of us. Or behind us. But certainly not alongside us.

Clearly, we are missing some important piece which could possibly clear away the fog obscuring the path we need to find. It is that piece so critical to the resolution of our problems that we must find it, open it, use it, and follow its leads to where we need to go, rather than where we have so erroneously gone, in the wrong direction, in the wake of poor leaders, those posing great danger not only to our physical  selves,  but also dangerous to  our moral beings, our souls.  

Clearly, we have missed the point. Even as we sang along with Dora and friends, with our kids, all in fun, seriously, we do need a map. The map. While we cannot sing that we are the map. We must recognize the importance of having a map. One legible. Easy to read. Able to function in all situations and conditions. Be it online or in hand, as we open and refold along proper lines. As we hear clearly the directions. As we reach the destination desired, the one which allows for the best resolution possible. 

Yes, we need maps. So many and so soon. We need the help and recognition of the Chief Mapmaker. The One who enables the creation and use of good maps. The One who encourages us to find and follow proper leaders, not the ones encouraging division and violence, distrust and mistrust, poor expectations and little hope.

We need a good map. We need free voice to sing of the map we need. The one we can finally absorb and understand and follow. The one that will live in our hearts and souls, lead us along the paths where we must walk, and step forward in faith and hope. 

  Where is that map? Are we deaf to its voice calling out, "I'm the map, I'm the map? To read in true knowledge so that we might indeed achieve that possible resolution, the one that allows for singing, for laughter, for love and trust, for peace.  A positive resolution essential for the smooth functioning of this world. 

That was, in fact, the point. It did not seem to take. We remain in critical need of answers to key questions of each and every show, only this time the shows are real life, not the shows we produce for children. We were introduced to "the map”. The very one which sang joyously. That map which gave forth critical information necessary for the paths to follow and those to avoid.

Perhaps it is not too late for adults to learn. To take the lessons unspoken, but so clearly there, to heart. There are answers out there. There is hope.   But we must know that we must pay attention to our knapsacks. And their conditions, their contents. We must find and cherish those critical maps. The ones   warning us that beyond this point are dangers of such prominence and power that can lead to the end of the world as we know it. Here indeed are the dragons. "Here be dragons". In bold warning print. Be afraid. Be very much so.   

These are frightening times. Extremely so. At present we have two demented souls, in body and heart, yattering at each other. Throwing out challenges. Words calculated to offend and incite. In fact, to be honest. I do not think I have ever been more terrified for the future. This war seems to be wanted, and/or unable to be avoided. Due to the miscalculations of poor leaders and grievous errors   of the electorate allowing for their positions. 

This war, G-d forbid, is one to change the world in such degree and manner that we have never known other than in two times of war. It is devastating in possibilities and goes beyond any comprehension. The scope, the power, the involvement of all on the face of this planet - beyond true understanding.  

It will change the world. Not in any good way. If it even remains livable in circumstances horrid and real, not of the movies where solutions and rescue are at hand. No, this is real, folks. Real devastation and destruction. 

 When the smoke clears and the air is silent, split only by the shrieks of those living. Those wounded. When the planet is devoid of life, devoid of hope. Cries of the tormented, in body and soul.  

What then, people? What then? 

Yesterday.

Today.

Tomorrow.

Forever.

Why can we not get our heads and souls clear and find our map, our knapsack, and fill the world with the hope and happiness of Dora and friends?

Because we cannot or we will not? 

The choice is ours.

It has always been thus.

On us, Folks, on us.

Time is running out. 

Trump and Khomeini

May G-d help us, guide us.

POPUP PUPPETS

  Anyone watching our 'esteemed' President last night had to feel sorry for the captive Republicans. Sitting there - actually, no, they were not sitting, as puppets on a string, popped up every time they got the reminder -that smirk on his face and up they rose. Applauding every egregious lie already proven to be false many times before.

But that makes a no never mind moment in the twisted, perverted Bizzaro Trumpian universe. Listening, one felt as if one were back in the past listening to the spiel of a quack medicine salesman hawking his alcohol laden patent medicine calculated to throw one's mind into nonoperational status. As the puppets they are, the members of the GOP stood on cue with no control over their own destiny, nor possessing any free will or even a modicum of independent thought. It was all one could do to keep the vomitus from rising to uncontrollable levels. 

The lies just kept on coming. No stoplights of truth to stand against his lies. The issues of inflation. 'Disaffordability'. Brutal transgressions of law by masked, booted, armored up criminals in actions, grossly untrained in the law other than to break it with impunity, and grossly untrained, set out to slaughter at will, excuse notes already written. All in the name of the Federal Government headed by that fascist figure, Trump, and his henchmen.  Killing in his name. 

Perpetrating horror and self-decided executions of those 'guilty' of the terrible crime of having brown or black skin or speak with accents or simply stand there opposing this gross miscarriage of justice of countless repetition. Oh, the crime? Well, reread the sentence above and then add in the crime of seeking a better life in the same place our ancestors - or ourselves- did. America. 

Then finding out that this dream nation, this fabled land of dreams fulfilled, of opportunities available nowhere else had turned tail on its legacy and reverted to the worst years of its history. It immersed itself within a reeking stinking pool of prejudice and corruption. Of immorality and greed. Of thoughtless policies designed to break the nation's spirit and deliver wealth and power to only those thought 'worthy of the privilege'. 

Those who wholeheartedly bought into the corruption, the disease of selfishness and the total chaos of spurned morality. All who were not, were, are, subject to abuse as men and even some twisted women engaged wholeheartedly and in collusive silence to break laws, mankind's and those of the Lord Above.  A rather vigorous beginning of new chapters in the life of this nation. As it slowly at ever faster pace disintegrates and devolves from a nation of democracy to a nation of authoritarian dictatorship and immorality. Even to the point when one could visualize the inevitable next step - the anointing of King Donald.  

This is certainly not a man of the people. This is a man who admires and praises his father in the State of the Union Address. His father, a well-known racist. His father, who bought his son's way out of the draft. A man who apparently knew much about breaking laws written and unwritten. The son has not fallen at all at any distance from that tree; the same twisted roots and rotten fruit and apparently the next generation is following suit. 

The speaker for the Democratic Party knew well her opponent. She had served her nation honorably, and continues to do so, as opposed to the man in office who served and continues to serve only himself, his family, and those who bought into his gilt, his fool's gold, and applaud his maniacal   demented attaching of his name to buildings and  monuments, even to the point of dismembering the infrastructures of this nation, or adding to it rather ugly new ones, especially in the nation's capital. It is ugly. It is wrong. It is wasteful. It is grossly narcissistic. The man is insane, clearly, in the throes of advanced dementia. 

No, he does not have the moral nor the legal authority to do what he is doing. He bypasses or stomps on the laws of our nation, demeans and   belittles the format of government of this nation, OUR nation. He behaves as a god as he claims the privilege, the right, to name and rename all in his name. And no, despite his belief in his godhood, only the One Above has the right to unilaterally change things around and rename as He wishes. Furthermore, NO, this deluded man did not win the 2020 election, and I am so tired of this thinking and of those who slavishly follow, ceding all of themselves to his control. Ugly. Stupid. Corrupted. Just WRONG!

He appeals to the worst of us. To the worst within. The opposing speech appeals to the best of us. Invoking the truth rather than the lies. Who turned to George Washington, the Father of our Nation for words of wisdom and prescience, of warning, of what has so tragically become real in our times. In his Farewell Address he spoke in warning about "cunning, ambitious, unprincipled men rising to power" even as he charged the people of this nation to unite and oppose that situation. That is the sacred charge laid upon this nation -

yesterday, 

today, 

tomorrow,

Forever.

We must attune our hearts and minds only to the truth and discern the lies fed to us. We did not hear the truth tonight from Trump - no surprise. NO, for as usual, from Trump and most of the GOP, truth is not, is never, on the agenda. Nor is it always there for the Democratic Party, but certainly it was there tonight and more so than the false pap Trump contemptuously feeds the nation.  

Not a surprise.

Again we, only we, can alleviate the situation we enabled and gave life. 

On us. Always and only on us.

A judge in yet another mess regarding deportation asked, "Why should I not hold you in contempt?"

I ditto the thought but wonder why we do not hold all those guilty of this affront to justice and abrogation of the laws of this nation, of morality, equally in contempt.

TO MATTER OR NOT TO MATTER

  Yet another question to ask ourselves these frolicsome days. However, as usual, matter takes on a bit of different coloring here. It is not something that one can actually touch but rather a state of importance. Of being noticed. Or at least thinking that one has made a difference. I can understand, particularly in this stage of life, looking back and taking stock on one's life, that the knowledge or the feeling that one has made a difference to someone, for someone, is a comforting feeling.

Two recent books have taken up the topic of mattering. Essentially, they feel it arises from a feeling of loneliness. Now we know that these days there appears to be some kind of a semi pandemic of loneliness. But is that because we do not matter or because we are trying to protect ourselves from the aggravation that comes from getting close to people and then finding out that these people are not what one thought they were. They are not what we were looking for. What we can say perhaps is that we are sorely disappointed as we delved beneath the surface of this friendship. 

Or in fact does the fault lay at our feet? Many these days even as they crave friendship, meaning and mattering, are finding themselves reluctant to truly open up. Become vulnerable. With the nastiness pervading society today, it is understandable that one wishes just to prevent bringing hurt upon oneself. In thinking we are protecting ourselves by keeping people at arm's length, the loneliness enters. As it grows, so does the mattering concern grow, and the less confident one is of their place within the ranks of society. The feeling of not mattering intensifying. 

What then is the answer? In fact, is there an answer? In second fact, is this whole topic being overemphasized and jacked up?  A concern which has probably always been around, and these books have just glommed onto the topic. Third fact. Does achieving a state of 'mattering' to someone, something, some cause actually guaranteeing of a state of happiness? Or do the two have nothing to do with each other? Can one be happy without mattering? Can one matter without being happy?

Are they perhaps even mutually exclusive? When one looks back at multitalented or important contributors to humankind, do they come across as 'happy', even as they certainly mattered? Actually, most do not, and one reads in their biographies or autobiographies how unhappy and troubled, even tortured and tormented they have been. How unsure they are of their importance and relevance, of their mattering, as would be termed today. Has their life made a difference at all? And while we, the untalented, the normal, look askance and wonder how they could be so questioning of what sems so obvious to us, we are apparently on different wave lengths.

How then can we determine the actual meaning in effect of achieving 'mattering'? If the term itself is defined as per individual understandings, different views, and can remain uncertain of belief, even within one who is deemed of 'matter' to the world, then what are we doing? Why are we stressing this whole topic and stressing ourselves in consequence? One author talks about devising a mattering map. What the hell is that? And does it help anyone to dissect their lives in this manner, to this degree? 

Are we not making a mountain out of a molehill? Are we perhaps assigning levels of importance and difference where there should not be that judging, that weighing and measuring and according to what? Does not society change enough so as to cause the issues of 'mattering' to vary according to need and effect, of contribution and levels of importance to 'Mattering', being of relevance to the society of that time?

Personally. I believe that we are doing ourselves great harm by stressing this importance of an outward mattering. Or even of an inner mattering.  History has shown, proven, that even the great did not think they were of matter and had grave doubts about their place in history even as the books were filled with their contributions. And those are the good guys. The talented. The contributors. The advancers of society. Who had deep inner need and desire to matter. To someone. To something. To some cause. To something in history. 

But what about the bad guys? The Black Hats? Even if they wear red ones. In order to accomplish their level of 'mattering' they force their mattering upon others in negative manner. Too many times, in a vicious manner. Thus, they mattered indeed, are going down in history - with names cursed. And memories detested. Were they happy? Are they happy today? Not noticeably at all. Barely a genuine smile or ring of laughter; always tainted with a bitterness and a sense of Ha! Gotcha'! Always that driving never satiated need to do more. To cross other people. To track other people. Be aware of their evil plans against you. At least it is so in their twisted minds. As they act accordingly.

  Surely these people matter. Surely, we would rather do without them. Is the fact that they are most likely mentally and emotionally ill enough to be used as an excusing factor? To prevent justice being applied to them and their deeds? Are they to be allowed to walk away from the world twisted and contorted by their deeds or rather misdeeds?   Unable to function in proper manner nor move forward so wounded is it. All in the name of their "matterhood”. 

Do not the rest of us matter and are we not entitled to reparative action? At present we are the ones paying the piper for the harm inflicted upon us in the name of satiating their sick need to matter above all. And please note - happiness has continued to elude them, for mattering does not imply an automatic happiness state of being. Not at all. For sure, neither are most of us happy, even if we do matter in other spheres of life. 

Take some individuals of the day. Let's begin with Tucker Carlson. Believe it or not, he began as a liberal, even a progressive. A tidy young man burning with a deep desire to find a place for himself in society. Where he would be known. Would Matter. In the name of that goal which drove his life, he flipflopped and opposing antisemitism became a vicious toxic antisemitism. His politics morphed into the ugly, the terribly nasty. 

All in the name of 'mattering', of being of matter to his new causes and his new audiences.   He has found that place in his present persona as a backwards nasty creature. But he does matter. Is that what one is to seek in life? Is mattering to family and friends, trusting in them, is that not enough? Is that not a better life? 

Of course, we cannot escape the one glaring example of a person driven by an intense need to matter above all. Even if only in one's own mind. Via the sick impetus in one's life, we arrive at the dictators and autocrats throughout history. From the past to the present. And most probably, assuredly, into the future. Putin, Xi, Khomeini et al. Driven to distraction by the need to be the boss. To be the most important matter of all. And here is our homegrown spawn of this twisted way of thinking and acting - Donald Trump.  

This is a man with an outwardly overgrown ego, but I believe within he feels his unworthiness, the unhappy mess he has made of his life and of so many others, too many. In trying to erase that feeling he insists on proving he does indeed matter. As a consequence, we the people of this world, we Americans have been forced into a situation of actual distinct existential peril.

This is a man who thinks not of what is right nor what should be done to correct this world. To fix its errors. To heal its booboos. This is a man who thinks 'what is my next outrageous step". What will matter to me and to those out there as they watch me put my stamp upon this world. A stamp which crushes and demeans, which emanates odors of corruption and ugliness and immorality.  

Be assured there is no lack of harm that he has already inflicted upon us. Nor is there a shortage. of future projects. He has a Pharaonic trait wherein he builds as he wishes, no matter the cost or harm resultant. The East Wing gone and a terrible, ugly, catering hall built instead. Such a low-class man. A Rose Garden turned into a yellow umbrellaed patio of a hotel. A golf course for the people turned into a dumping ground for the debris of his projects and intends to turn it into a luxury resort and course. The people? Oh, who cares?  The Kennedy Center - G-d knows what it will look like as he turns it into a Las Vegas style entertainment venue. An Arc de Triumph, a destruction of Lafayette Park, a challenge to the content of numerous museums and places of history and culture, and on and on.

This is a man with autocratic intentions. A man who sees himself as the first of a neo royalty such as we have never had in this nation before. Nor tolerated. And yet, it is waiting right there down the road, not too far away. Once, we were a great nation. Now under the control of this man, under his dictatorship, yes, dictatorship, we have become oppressors. Destroyers. The bane of those in need.    The hope is that the resistance movement will amp up. We will have squads of vans. Hordes of people with whistles and horns. Hopefully politicians who will understand their true duties and responsibilities and will set aside their selfishness and look out for the nation. The hope is that we can stop this man before he destroys the world with his ugliness. His immorality, his lack of conscience must be removed from 'mattering'.

Will we? Can we?     

Yes, we can, and without violence. If we act quickly. Use the power granted to us, the legal means stated within the Constitution and the amendments. To remove him for cause. He can no longer, if ever, carry out the responsibilities of his job - properly, honestly. No more a president who sits as a huckster within the White House. And sells this nation, all its buildings, all of its history, down the road to perdition and erasure. 

Dishonor, immorality, amoral behavior and thinking. Deeds of violence and encouragement of hate. Denial of truths. Of needs of the planet itself. All have no place in the White House. Neither does dementia. Nor gold glitter and gilt attempting to cover all the ugliness, all the wrong, all the evil beneath. Nor do men of dishonor. Bottom feeders. Who see their future, their mattering only by following Trump and the chaos of his ways.  

Does he matter? Do they matter? Oh yes, he and they do, too much so and we are at fault. We have allowed him to gain the upper hand. To insist on his importance. His mattering. His threat to history. To our legacy. To our mattering. We must right the wrong that we have permitted.     

Yesterday, today and tomorrow. All times which will define. and delineate our mattering. Times where our contributions would matter but were sadly missing.

Citizen involvement must matter. It must be there. If not, we will have ceded the best of our past, bought into the dissonance of today, and imperiled the tomorrows, those times we hand off to our children. 

 On us, Folks, on us.

   

TO TUESDAY OR NOT TO TUESDAY

  That is the question. Actually, no, it is not 'The' question, but one of the myriad questions swirling around this nation. USA Today has an entire article written concerning which president will show up Tuesday night at the State of the Union Address. Personally. I don't think there are two presidents, two versions. I think there is one demented, degenerate rather thin presentation of a pathetic soul who has totally lost his way. Not that I'm sure he ever had the way. The proper way. But at least there was once something solid, I think, though would not swear on it. Though, mind you, not in recent times. Perhaps I will listen to the opposition speech, but it sems they are all, both parties, tarnished with the same brush - corruption and non-fulfillment of their duties as leaders for this nation. Disunity, selfishness, greed and neglect of country are their descriptors. 

In any case, at present, there is possibly, and I'm being generous, one to two percent of something worthwhile contained within that pathetic shell of a person. Though it emerges very, very, very seldom. And does not stay around too long, as he has this   "Gift” to turn good to bad and bad into worse, and worse into worst. This has happened time and time again. 

Even when he begins, for example, one of his speeches, either he never had a teleprompter or he went off, paying it no mind, he ends up segueing off into G-d knows where. And I'm not sure G-d can follow him either. Perhaps the devil? Or he breaks into a rant, as he did just last week in Atlanta where he went nuts, regarding religion and heaven and where he will go. (I could answer that for him easily.) 

The president, if ever he was truly a one, has dragged this nation, in fact, this entire world, into a situation of peril almost beyond belief. But nothing illegal, immoral, evil, dangerous, or simply wrong is beyond him. In truth, it is apparently rather appetizing, be it in singular or combination format.

 Perhaps even more astonishing is the fact that he not only has no shame, but much to the contrary, he is proud of his boasting, hews to the statements of idiocy emerging almost hourly, if not sooner, from his prissy little mouth generally now twisted into an ugly off-putting moue of smugness or anger.  Astonishingly, he speaks often of how wonderful he is. And how he deserves all sorts of medals and honors for his efforts. Among which we can find very few successes, if any at all. For even that which might be at least a tiny bit of good generally morphs quite quickly into that which is bad. 

He deserves the Medal of Honor-so he says-for getting into his plane and hopping off on yet another trip. Perhaps he'll build a ballroom or two someplace and therefore will cause peace amongst people as they dance away the night. Or how he deserves the peace prize. Any peace prize will do. As he claims he has settled wars around the globe, at least eight. Some several times, it seems. As the war in Sudan continues, as the people in Darfur starve. As an ISIS camp breaks and there goes the next generation of terrorists. As Nigerian schoolchildren are kidnapped and used as slaves. Or the ceasefire that never ceased fire even as he refused to carry out his threats to Hamas when they refused to disarm. 

Perhaps, if the world does indeed survive his rhetoric, things will not be so good for America. Finally, the Supreme Court denied him permission to impose his crazed tariffs and blackmail the world with them. Now this nation, already in trouble financially, will have the rather dubious pleasure of repaying debts now owed to those people who were charged tariffs. Even though those increased costs were already passed on to the consumer and you can bet your bippy it will never be returned to them.

But not to worry. This madman who has now a rising inflation to his 'credit' has found some other obscure statement rule. which he says gives him the right and the power to do what he wants, so limitless is it these days -thanks to Congress and the Supreme Court! And so, he thinks he's going to impose a 10% tariff on the entire world. As if. As if the world will stand by and accept all his blows.

In fact, they will probably neither care nor worry, as they have already written this nation off. Off their books, off their concerns. They have established new trading blocs. New treaties. Found new allies, even if those allies were once their enemies. Anything to disconnect themselves from this madman ruling, yes, ruling, as if already anointed King of America. Soon enough at this pace. What are our choices now for this troubled nation of ours? A war, possibly extinctual. Or depression within this nation as it is ignored by the rest of the world. That will make the Great Depression look like a teeny tiny little recession. In any case, things ain't looking so good for us, are they?

Nor are things looking any better, in fact, probably even worse, in the domestic side of life. No, not talking about the fact that Melania finally moved out from his quarters and Barron wants nothing to do with him, so he has moved out of the White House as well. Or with the fact that his rather immoral, greedy, nasty children are following in his footsteps. 

No, I refer to the domestic affairs of the nation. The people of this nation are so wracked by anger, by confusion, by a frightening state of feeling abandoned by their chosen leader. Or being so desperate as to cling to him saying, he will change so we will vote for him again. Oh, for sure, put yourself into the same crappy swamp. 

We have been juxtaposed with the traits of Nazi Germany and found not wanting but instead doing oh so well.  Shall we count the ways? We round up people we deem as 'others'. We allow, even encourage, bias and prejudice to grow amongst people. Up to and including violence and death. So much easier to control a split nation than a united one.

We use all the mayhem as an excuse o cancel much of America. Amendments, including those of free speech, and possibly soon, religion, with so much more to come as we have trashed the Constitution. Nothing and no one are sacred and safe anymore. Institutions, basic beliefs, our foundational principles, are being buried beneath new laws and even no laws, simply actions taken. Free speech in any form or tone is being squashed, and all is entangled until one cannot differentiate between that which is or should be allowed, an inherent right, and that which is not. We use all as an excuse to terrify and demean, even to kill, to shred dreams and we become that which we are not meant to be.

Courtesy of Trump et al. 

Courtesy of those who are complicit, silent in his violations against this nation and the world.

Mostly, courtesy of us, ourselves, for we have allowed, even favored, facilitated and defended and enabled his abominations. 

Why?

Beats the hell out of me, for I have long spoken the truth and reality of this ugly nasty man.

We might have already blowen the defense of our yesterdays.

We certainly, for sure, have wasted our todays.

Our tomorrows hang in the balance and the chair is wobbling.

As usual, as always, on us, Folks, on us.

JUST A TAD, MIND YOU. JUST A TAD

 You got me. I fudged - just a bit. It's more than a tad. Definitely more than a tad. But then, how much time and inner energy do I have to waste on those who do not see the pathway ahead. Complete with the results of their stupidities and cupidities and the involved delicate maneuvering necessary if one is to advance. The tricky steps required to move around all that they have done wrong. All the hypocrisy. All the filth. All the ugliness. And worse, the complete unfairness of it all as it is playing out. Right before us. Be it in the papers or on the screen, it matters not. The ugliness persists.

 There is that famous line, "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." And one is supposed to take heart in that. That one can indeed start anew. All over from the beginning. Without any package trailing behind. That which contains the past. Sometimes the present is well. It is one of the most ridiculous statements I have ever heard. It bumps right up to the idiocy and falsehood of the rhyme that goes like this: "Sticks and stones can break your bones but words can never harm you." Seriously!!!???

 No matter how many times someone says to you, that you can start fresh, the slate is clean - no, it's not. People have memories. Old memories, sometimes vicious memories. Trust me. There will always be those who will remind you that today is not the first day of your life. It is simply another day in the progression of all the days of your past. Perhaps with a few little changes here and there. Nothing major, so carry on and have a good day. Pip, pip. Cheerio!

 I am sincerely and seriously and almost hopefully looking for some good days. Hopefully, wishfully a series of good days. Yes. They have been some. Certainly, my days with the little ones. Nothing better than that. Or without fuss, working through a week where everything goes right. Everything just breaks exactly the way it's supposed to. And the week or even the day is ended with a good feeling. But how long does that continue? Because sure as shootin', something from the outside world is going to break through and give a smear of ugliness over your happiness. It is almost guaranteed. (And for those who wish to cheer me up today, a day when I just feel like being in a mood, stop. You don't have to remind me about my husband and my kids and my grandchildren and all that is good in life. I know, but today? Today I'm just off at the world. So le t me indulge and enjoy the day!) 

    Here's another one that gets me totally ticked off. The hypocrisy is just revolting. And yet nobody seems to see it. Or if they see it, they ignore it. Big heavy bold print in today's Wall Street Journal. First page. Regarding social media and the young. How it is terrible, so terrible that we are allowing our children to get into this. So terrible that something must be done, because after all, we are polluting innocent souls. Yes, I will admit. There's a lot of ugliness on social media. One simply has to stay away from it. And if one has an attraction to it, well, Buck up. There are always things in life that might be tempting, but we do not act upon it if it is illegal or immoral. And if we do, well, we shouldn't have. And therefore, we deserve punishment that is coming our way.

However. It is not the social media as the only culprit. Who is putting this crap out on the line? Who makes heroes of those young? Follow an 'influencer' and all the false values. Influencers and their influencing. The use of children. In such cases deliberately ignoring the fact that most of those who "follow” those children are pedophiles. And it is the parents who have put their children out there, up front and center. Buy me, buy me, buy me.

Teens need help to find the inner strength and sharp vision to be able to discern evil, that which is wrong. And turn away from it. The immediate results of the improper decisions might be amusing. Or endow one with a sense of victory. A momentary thrill which in its own turn incites more and more, and there we go. A broken game of twisted. telephone. Where things that were said or   ignored or repeated with changes meant to harm, meant for "fun” But are so definitely not. 

Sharp blades of verbal abuse and musings and falsehoods, all meant do hurt and abuse. With some genuine information mixed in, too often lost in the shuffle. It uses are many and beneficial as well, but too often overshadowed by those who turn it to nefarious gain. We must fight against those who wish to pervert it, to misuse the miracles of today's advanced and advancing technology.      

Among those of us who try to teach the young, who have tried, perhaps for many, many years, and have met with some success, one hopes a difference was mad. So many influences out there causing the young to turn the wrong ways too many times. Too often and get so deeply immersed in it that even when they wish to remove themselves from it, it is nigh unto impossible. They don't know how. Sometimes it takes adult skill to know how to maneuver and these kids are not really very good at consulting with adults.

Why should they? Why should they trust adults? A father sits with them at a breakfast table or at a dinner table and lectures them on how one has to do the right thing if one is going to succeed in life? Well, what is that good thing? Is good meaning necessary to climbing the ladder of success? Or is good simply good. Why should they listen to this when that same father is outed in the newspaper for engaging in utter filth and degradation. Part and parcel of the ugliness of the whole Epstein scene. And I do reject and oppose only the name Epstein being used, because every single one who participated, every single one of those Nabobs of industry, of banking, of commerce, of technology, all should have their names right next to his. Hyphenate them all.

Is this a case where we are supposed to hire the robber to teach us how to improve our homes? To be immune and safe from that crime?  Are we to listen to these people to tell our young how not to turn to the evil? Not to immerse oneself in that which is morally unclean and physically harmful to body, never mind the soul.   How to be strong and moral and resist all temptation? From the very ones who succumbed to all the filth?

 I don't know. I truly don't. Nor do I think that anyone knows. All I know is that most mornings I will check on the weather and then news.  Alexa, the papers delivered to the door or the TV screen - it matters not. The result is generally a series of "Oh my God. Oh my God” As cynical and as disillusioned as I have become, it still, always, continues to boggle my mind, sticks in my throat.  

Patently, one of the biggest boggling items of my mind is Trump and all those who continue despite everything, to choose him, discarding and their common sense and any remaining intellectual ability by the wayside. sense. Their ticket to money Has a brain like Swiss cheese. Hollowed out. Rife with holes. Spoiling quickly. Able to contain nothing within. For its floor and balance continues to disappear. Not allowing him to think properly, to voice words properly, to remember things that he must remember. This man is supposed to be the leader of America, once the leader of the Western world, now all trashed by the trash sitting in the Oval Office.

He marked President Day as a child. Using the cover of another President's Day from Time magazine, he placed his own picture in his standard bully pose, "Once I was haunted. Now I'm the hunter." Perhaps we need to remind him that hunting has rules, and he has broken every rule and more pertaining to the governing of this land of ours and in his approach to other nations.  This man so inferior to Lincoln and Washington whose birthdays are this month, Consistently, he ends up using anything and everything he can get his stubby little hands on to display his inner ugliness and his advancing dementia.  

Perhaps we all need to haunt him. Flood the switchboards of the White House and the House and Senate. Demand an evaluation of his physical and mental status. By a panel of three nonpartisan doctors with the results to be publicized without any tampering. Then get a huge broom the size of the ax of Paul Bunyan and sweep out the dusty halls of DC. Repeople them with those who know how to act. Who know that we must Impeach, indict, convict and imprison this man.   

 While we are cleaning house we must do a thorough cleaning. Use that broom from DC. and sweep the halls of Banking and business, insurance, industry, technology. All who played in the mud with Epstein. All need to resign or to be kicked out. Not merely one woman and then one or two men. The ugliness is blatant. The need is clear. The right is obvious. The nation, the world, must cleanse itself from the filthy mud, its odor clinging to it.

So just a tad. Just a tad, mind you. Tinged deeply with despair, distrust and sadness. We have been given a beautiful gift. It is called life. We could do much with life. If we took the money spent needlessly - on multiple homes to show off, on overstuffed closets, on cars that cost more than should be legal, - and spent it for those truly in need. Not of a second home, but a first one. A place to stay warm, out of the elements, a definite place to lay one's head. A place where one knows their children will be safe, fed, clothed, where they can do homework and play in peace. Why do we persist in wasteful, needles spending when there are so many other places and people in need.

Desperate need and most often not of their own causation. Life is tough out there. And it is incumbent upon us to aid those in need. To actually partake in Tikkun Olam. No one is asked to stint themselves to the point of unhappiness or severe strain. But neither to waste on needless excess. G-d has given us many opportunities to show that we appreciate the gift of life and know to share with others. Shelter. Food. Clothing. Access to education and medical care. A time for some entertainment - a book, a TV screen, a game. 

There was so much we could do with our lives. So much time we have wasted. So much wrong when there could have been so much right. Even able to be accomplished with not a huge expenditure of time or money or strength. Furthermore, doing the right thing is often attractive to many seeking   ideas, a way in which they too can do some good for this troubled world and its inhabitants. 

But to work well, any endeavor needs a leader. That which is so sadly lacking in our times. People will follow those who proclaim themselves as leaders, but when not so, the truth will out. As it is happening today, more and more. As the truth becomes clearer and clearer with reference to that lump of coal sitting in the Oval Office. Trump. The very thought roils my inners. The damage he has inflicted upon so much and so many will echo down through the years ahead. Damage control will be intense in effort and need and expenditure.

Almost everything this man has done has left many with sour taste in their mouth and wounded hearts. His inhumanity toward those he deems unworthy of him. His cruelty in their treatment. His intense drive to divide this nation. Until he can finally open the drawer in his desk wherein, he keeps his designs for his crown to be placed on his head when anointed king. 

Any positive effect that might have arisen from anything he has done is weakened by his own words and actions. Promising. Not promising. Confusing. Almost every step he has taken leaves behind a sinkhole of great depth. Reeking of corruption. No, this man. This facsimile of a man. Is not the leader we need. He was not the leader we needed then, nor is he the leader now, nor is he the leader for the future. Nor any of his ilk.

 It is incumbent upon us to pay attention to those who announce themselves as leaders to be. Who boast of their ability to cure the woes of the world? Take heed, take warning of what is happening now. Despite all the promises and all the highfalutin terms and words and boasts. But they need a leader. And that leader is so manifestly so definitely egregiously not the one to fill the already debased role, what he has made of it. 

He has broken every rule in the book. Violated the Constitution. Brought this nation down to the lowest level. And boasts of all the perversion that he has accomplished. Shame on all of us That we did not see him coming. That we thought too highly of the electorate that they would see through the sham that he presented. And turn him down. But they did not, and we did not. And here we are. His promises. I like chaff in the wind. They carry no meaning, they carry no permanence.

5000 Palestinians to be armed police in Gaza. Where are they coming from? How many of them have Hamas tattoos on their bodies? Or tunnels in their homes. Foreign troops to be there to see that all is enforced. And where are most of these soldiers coming from?  Muslim nations, many declared enemies of Israel. Ukraine stands alone. The world ready to cede half of its territory to Russia, who invaded it. Starvation and warfare continue in Darfur. Nigeria still has its school children kidnapped. And on it goes - on and on and on. Despite the promises. Despite the false crass bragging and boasting. Despite all of his ginned up 'peace prizes”. Despite all the glittery tawdry gilt he has slathered wherever he goes. Whatever he touches. 

 America must change things around. Heed the warning of the American Olympian champion who changed his life and his event when the original had lost its magic. America needs to find its magic again. It needs to find its mojo. And it is not there in Donald Trump's White House. It is not to be found in his immorality. It is not to be found in the crimes he has committed. Nor is it in the molds he has broken, for too many of those molds were precious and sacred to this nation, to the world, to humanity in general. 

This is an administration that doesn't know it's ass from its elbow. But people are so confused out there and they believe all the lies he and his advisers put forth. They are irate when the truth emerges. When the truth about the harm inflicted upon the American consumer via the insane tariffs imposed ie revealed. The plain people out there are not to know the truth. 

Nor is there a great revelation of the huge giant steps backwards that the administration and it's foolish proponents of the vaccine ban must take.  The inevitable result? Has taken place. Severe illnesses. Return of diseases. Permanent harm? Death. The unimaginable ugliness and perversion of the entire Epstein scandal which has involved so many of our supposed pillars of society. pillars of society. 

And so much of this has grown from the seeds   planted deeply into American soil, flourished. within the Oval Office and has ensconced itself in the American Palace, Mar A Lago, where he is bowed to at every appearance. As he and his await the long-desired anointing as king of this nation. King of the world would be more to his liking. Second only to God and I'm not sure the demented man sees himself as second anywhere, ever.

  Yesterday and today and tomorrow. Sometimes they do run into each other. When they do, But. we must learn to sift through them. Clear the clogs. And make use only of the good, of the productive. that which is good for the many, not only for the individual.

Maybe.

One day.

Still on us.