I must say I am super super glad that I voted for this woman.
Arizona Gov. Katie Hobbs signed two pro-LGBTQ+ executive orders on Tuesday.
One of the orders bars state agencies from funding and promoting conversion therapy treatment for minors.
The other will make sure the state employee health care plan covers gender affirmation surgeries that are deemed medically necessary.
Since being elected to office in January Governor Hobbs has vetoed 111 frivolous and obnoxious bills proposed by a right-wing Republican dominated legislature in Arizona. The bills or executive orders that she has signed have been ones that promote democracy and compassion for Arizona citizens.
Here are two examples of bills that she has vetoed:
A bill forcing cities to hold gun shows
A bill mandating that banks open accounts for gun manufacturers
For a complete list of the ridiculous asinine bills proposed by the Republicans in Arizona see:
If you are old, you might not want to read this. If you are young, you probably won’t care about this story. Years ago, I decided I hated to listen to “old” people or any people for that matter bellyache about their aches and pains. I swore that when I got old or older or whatever comes when each month passes by, I would never sit down and importune anyone with my medical stories. As we age, our number of trips to doctors, dentists, and optometrists increase exponentially. Many of these visits recall vivid pictures of blood, surgeries, diagnoses, CAT scans, MRIs, and Ultrasounds. To the storyteller, these episodes are a significant part of growing old. To the listener, (unless it is your mother) they are generally boring as hell.
So today, I find myself sitting on a patio at the Dock Restaurant in Stillwater overlooking the St. Croix River with two dear friends and my wife Karen. I am drinking a draft amber ale. Karen has a glass of tea. Jane has a coffee, and her husband Roger has a draft IPA. The server is giving us time to decide what we want to order. I know from the start that I will have their Walleye sandwich. Karen orders a BLT. Jane also goes for the Walleye sandwich and Roger orders a Reuben sandwich.
As we sip our drinks and await our food, we watch the boats on the St. Croix River. Large and small speedboats, houseboats, canoes, kayaks, and a great big old fashioned side paddle wheeler can be seen meandering back and forth from out vantage point. The temperature is near 90 degrees, but we are in the shade of a large umbrella. We are also sitting right next to the river where a cool breeze is blowing over us. We could not be happier or more comfortable. Four retirees with enough money to eat out every so often, pay our bills and spend a Friday afternoon perusing the Stillwater tourist and antique shops for things that we do not need.
Suddenly out of the clear blue sky, Roger says “My hip has been giving me some trouble lately.” Roger is an avid bicyclist who at the age of 81 can no longer drive due to an eye condition called Macular Degeneration. He stays in trim shape by bicycling everywhere. You do not need a drivers license to drive a bicycle.
Jane laughs and says, “heck, every day, I have a pain somewhere. If it isn’t here it is there. I think they will only get more frequent as we get older.” Karen notes that she has been having back spasms for the past few months, but her recent senior exercise class is helping her cope with them. I bring up my knee pain which seems to come and go. “Sometimes it takes several months to deal with the pain, but I keep trying new remedies. I think it is very much a trial-and-error process.”
Roger rejoins, “It won’t really matter what you do, you will never get back to where you were when you were younger.” I reply that I have no illusions about getting back to the younger John. “I still think we do not have to accept all the problems that come with aging as inevitable. I think too many doctors see an older person presenting symptoms of pain and tell them ‘Well, you are old so you should expect that you will have some pain as you age.’ I don’t expect that I will have a life without pain, young or old but I know that some pains can be treated and others I must live with. But don’t write me off before you know which is which.”
Karen switches the subject to some recent bites that she has received out at our campsite. She attracts bug bites like Kim Kardashian attracts media attention. Mosquitos, hornets, wasps, deer flies, chiggers and more all love her smooth delicate skin. I try to stick close to her when we are outside. From experience, I know that they will go to her first. I guess I give up my husbandly protection when it come to bug bites.
I step out of myself for a minute to survey the four of us sitting at a table taking turns talking about our various aches and pains over the past ten years. Here I am doing exactly what I said that I would never do. Trading stories about medical issues mostly associated with growing old. Roger is 80. Karen will be 79 in July. Jane is 75 and I will be 77 in September. We are all college educated but in many ways none of us was ever really prepared for the travails of old age. I remember hearing years ago that we age like “Fine wine.” This is a load of BS. More realistically we age like bananas. We grow squishier and squishier and eventually get black spots then turn totally black and attract flies. Finally, someone throws us out as we are no longer edible or useful.
I come back into myself and say, “Let’s take a walk.” It is a beautiful day and a beautiful town, and everyone likes the idea. We pay our respective bills, head to the bathrooms, and meet outside. I suggest we walk the path alongside the river to PD Pappy’s than turn left onto Main Street where we can walk by the various tourist shops. We head to an old antique store that we last visited almost a year ago to the day. We spend a good hour or so in the store. We see oodles of things that bring back memories from our childhoods, our old dreams and our wish-we-had-done that pasts. We leave having bought nothing except a wistful yearning for the “Good Old Days.” Pre-Trump. Pre-Covid. Pre-Climate Change. Pre-Divisive Partisanship. A time when we could still believe in the American Dream.
The subject of death and dying is next on our agenda. As we walk, we discuss some of the various friends who have recently passed away. A regular part of our lives is now friends and relatives who have gone to another place or simply become fertilizer. Roger is a proclaimed Agnostic. Jane is Jewish. Karen a Lutheran. I declare myself to be 75 percent Atheist and 25 percent Agnostic. I suppose I am hedging my bets just in case a god really does exist.
In the past three months, Karen and I have been to three funerals of friends. I just finished planning a “Celebration of Life” for my friend Dick who took his life in January. We will hold the celebration next month in the park where we used to meet for coffee several times each week. Funerals as any old person will tell you become ubiquitous in our lives. I should mention that even though we never met them we are also deeply saddened by the death of so many ICONS from our lives who we have fond memories of. This past month saw Tina Turner, Treat Williams, Daniel Ellsberg, and Cormac McCarthy pass away. These four are only a few of the recent celebrities who impacted my life in more ways than I can describe in this blog. Each of these four people (as have many others) raised hopes and expectations that the world could be a better place than it now is.
My good friend Bruce was working this week on a set of Advance Directives for his wife Perm who has had major health problems over the past ten years or so. No one over seventy takes death for granted even though we all know it is coming. How, when, and where are unknown for many of us but WHY is easily explained. Perhaps we each have our own whys, but medical science seems to point to the inevitability of death. Immortality is reserved for the gods.
As we walk down main street, Roger tells me that he has seen a show recently that looks at the symbolism in the Catholic Church with a deep sense of skepticism. He asks me if I think the Catholic belief in Jesus would be much different if Jesus had been garroted or beheaded rather than crucified. I confess that I have never thought about this question, but I do find it intriguing.
I reply that my thoughts on religion deal more with the issue of theodicy, meaning “Vindication of God.” “Theodicy is defined as a theological construct that attempts to vindicate God in response to the problem of evil that appears inconsistent with the existence of an omnipotent and omnibenevolent God (See Theodicy, Wikipedia).” I do not see how there can be any god associated with omnipotence, omnibenevolence, and omniscience when there is so much evil in the world.
Many theologians have tried to defend the idea of God by invoking a “Free Will defense” which argues that God is possible because of “man’s free will.” I am still not buying this argument. “Why”, I ask “would any benevolent God make smoking and drinking and gambling bad for us if he was also omnipotent?” I have ignored war, famine, poverty, disease, and pestilence since these have not really impacted my life directly. Nevertheless, these latter problems do not reflect well on the idea of an omnipotent God who loves humanity.
It is now almost three hours since we met for dinner. We are talked and walked out. I am ready for my afternoon nap. Karen wants to get back to her sewing. Jane is tired of listening to us and wants some peace and quiet. Roger is still thinking about God and whether there is other life in the universe. We both seem to have come to the same counter-intuitive conclusion that there is not. We are all alone in the universe except for a few Martians left over from the great Martian cataclysm.
Today we have touched Mars. There is life on Mars, and it us us-extensions of our eyes in all directions, extensions of our mind, extensions of our heart and soul have touched Mars today. That’s the message to look for there: We are on Mars. We are the Martians! — Ray Bradbury
Years ago, during the runup to the first Iraq War, I remember the media and pronouncements by politicians all disclaiming the horrors of Saddam Hussein. He was evil. He was a monster. He was a dictator. He would make Adolph Hitler look like a boy scout. The news was a steady cacophony of jibes and sound bites continuously portraying the iniquitous and ungodly elements of Hussein’s rule.
I described it at the time as a drumbeat sounding the buildup to a war. As weeks went by, it got louder and louder. Politicians on both sides of the aisle joined in the chorus. “Saddam was bad. We must do something about him.” Naysayers were not heard from. Shortly before it reached its crescendo, priests, ministers, and pastors from all the various religions of our great nation flocked to the Rose Garden to hold hands with President George H. W. Bush and pray. I was reminded of the famous “War Prayer” by Mark Twain (1904). An excerpt follows:
“O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.”
I could hear the clergy of the land saying these words in their hearts while they prayed for victory for our side. George the First got his coalition together to sanctify his effort to invade Iraq. George the Second was not so lucky. The rest of the world did not see any reason to invade Iraq again. Not deterred one bit, George the Second started his war in March of 2003 after he DISCOVERED “Weapons of Mass Destruction” being stockpiled by the Ogre Saddam. We could not let the Evil Saddam stockpile such dangerous weapons. Supporters of the war searched for these weapons. Strangely, none were ever found. No doubt they have given up looking for them.
For some time now, I have been hearing the drumbeats for a new war. The “Coming War with China.” No surprise that we have been in an economic war with them for the past ten years. The latest news on the economic battlefield is that China will take over the E-Car industry if we do not somehow stop them. See the following article: “US can’t yet compete with China on EVs, Ford chairman tells CNN.” Our former President Trump had this to say about the Chinese:
“China’s pattern of misconduct is well known. For decades, they have ripped off the United States like no one has ever done before. Hundreds of billions of dollars a year were lost dealing with China, especially over the years during the prior administration. China raided our factories, offshored our jobs, gutted our industries, stole our intellectual property, and violated their commitments under the World Trade Organization. To make matters worse, they are considered a developing nation getting all sorts of benefits that others, including the United States, are not entitled to.” — Rose Garden, May 29, 2020
Comments such as Trumps are strange. Since why do we buy so much from the Chinese, take loans from the Chinese, and even eat so much Chinese food when they are “ripping” us off? My hat that says “USAF Veteran” is even made in China. Curious I found the following data that depicts some of our trade with the Chinese:
US Main Export Commodities to China, 2022
Chemicals
US$25.7 billion
22.4 percent
Oil and gas
US$11 billion
-12.1 percent
Food and kindred products
US$3.8 billion
10.9 percent
Minerals and ores
US$2.3 billion
-40.3 percent
“Let’s be clear: the US and China are not in a new Cold War. For some time, China hawks in the Trump and Biden administrations, along with members of Congress, have been pushing for the US economy to “decouple” from China, especially on tech. They have failed in many sectors. Despite political pressure in Washington, an ongoing trade war, and both countries preoccupied with domestic crises, the reality is that over the past two years the world’s two largest economies have become more integrated — especially on global supply chains. We take a look at US-China annual trade levels since 2015.” — The Graphic Truth: Is the US-China trade war over? — January 03, 2022, Carlos Santamaria and Ari Winkleman
After seeing the amount of trade that we are doing with China, I am even more curious. Why are we doing so much trade with someone who is “ripping us off?” Would you go to a store where they ripped you off? Would you buy something from someone who was going to rip you off? This is very peculiar. Do you think the Chinese might feel that we are “ripping them off?” Curiouser and curiouser as Alice said in Wonderland.
I had always thought Capitalism was a friend of “Free Enterprise” and “Competition.” But when it comes to the Chinese, it seems we regard anything they do as antagonistic to Free Enterprise. We blame them for our economic problems more than we praise them for elevating the standard of living for their billion plus people. A feat that has never in history been accomplished in so short a time and with such positive results.
However, lest I sound too Pro-Chinese, I will bring up their “atrocious” human rights violations. They are notorious for violating the rights of many indigenous Chinese minorities. Kind of like how we have violated the rights of Native Americans, African Americans, Mexican Americans, and women since before the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1776. In fact, even after we signed this declaration which said that “All men are created equal,” we have continued to perpetuate human rights violations. The Founding Fathers should have been more honest and said: “All wealthy and landed and titled White men are created equal. Minorities and women are not equal and are available for exploitation as needed by rich White men.”
So maybe we should not be too hard on the Chinese. But “wait” you will say, didn’t they send a spy balloon over our country. Like a giant piñata it floated across our vast continent taking pictures of “who knows what.” I think it would be easier to get pictures of the USA off Google Images but maybe they like doing things the hard way. We shot the balloon down and I am still waiting to see the results from the FBI investigation into the stuff that was in this balloon. I would like to see some of the pictures they took. Any information about this seems to have mysteriously disappeared from the media. Can you believe that they are spying on us? We certainly would not be spying on them, would we? One source which I should not divulge but I will anyway had the following to say about our efforts:
“In fact, spying on the People’s Republic of China has been one of the National Security Agency’s top priorities since it was established in 1952.” — Robert Windrem
If I am correct and many other pundits would agree that we are winding up towards a physical war with China, than we need to do something to avert this potential catastrophe. Of course you will say that is why we have our State Department and our diplomatic corp. Their job is to help talk us out of a potential confrontation. They are there to use tact and diplomacy to avert a military confrontation. Perhaps this is why Blinken cancelled his previous visit to China after the balloon issue. “I’ll show those Chinese what it means to send a balloon over our country. I will not talk to them for another six months or so.” This “Declaration of Non-Talking” comes on the heels of the following non-talking hiatus. Again, I was surprised to find that Blinken’s current visit to China was the first by a top US diplomat to China in almost five years. I guess we showed them how we deal with people who are ripping us off. We don’t talk to them.
“US Secretary of State Antony Blinken emphasized the need for diplomacy and keeping “open channels of communication.” Maybe this guy should practice what he preaches?
The second largest economy in the world. A country with whom we are having a “war of words.” A country where anyone with open ears can hear the mounting drumbeat of war. The solution to our problems with China? We cancel meetings with them over a balloon and we don’t talk to them for over five years. Instead, we publish books with titles like:
The Coming War with China: A Semi-Fictional Future
America’s Coming War with China: A Collision Course over Taiwan
The Coming War on China
The Decisive Decade: American Grand Strategy for Triumph Over China
Coming China Wars, Where They Will Be Fought and How They Can Be Won
Danger Zone: The Coming Conflict with China
These are only a few of the books describing when, where, and how a war with China will be fought. Type in “War with China” in Google in parentheses and you will get almost 3 million hits. I found the current videos available if you don’t like to read:
So, who is the bad guy? The truth is we don’t need a bad guy. We need to stop expecting everyone to meet our requirements for the way that they run their economy and government. We have a country that has been looked up to and admired the world over for its freedom of thought and action. Times have changed and we are losing this image and personae. We have become a stumbling block to development for many other nations in the world. The reason is simple. We have failed to learn to coexist with countries that want to do things differently than we do. We have used our power and wealth to put our country first and to look for win-lose scenarios rather than win-win. Many countries still admire us, but as is evident with the recent move to drop the dollar as the global standard, many countries see us as a global bully. Study the major empires in history and they all started their decline and eventual downfall when they became global bullies.
After I wrote my blog on perspective and influencers a few weeks ago, Mr. Padraig Donnelly shared some comments and also sent me a link to his blog site. He has written an excellent article dealing with somewhat the same issues as I addressed. His article is more erudite and scholarly than mine was. I posted the following comment on his blog and asked for his permission to repost. I hope you will take the time to read his analysis of how we think and believe. It is well worth the effort.
“Padraig, Wonderful article. Persuasive, compelling and extremely well reasoned and argued. You make one of the most objective cases I have ever read dealing with both sides of the climate “argument.” You provide a good logic for listening to the climate deniers without buying into their entire claim and vice versa for not entirely buying into the “doomsday” theorists. I presume you read “Limits to Growth” by the Club of Rome years ago. Have you read Kahneman and Tversky’s “Judgement Under Uncertainty”? One of the best books I ever read on logic and thinking and the biases that we are all affected by. May I repost your article on my blog site?”
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of. We know the truth not only by the reason, but by the heart.”
Blaise Pascal, Pensées
Doubt is one of our most powerful tools in intellectual and social life. Not doubt as a sign of weakness or ignorance, but as a testament to curiosity and growth. In a world of certainties and definitive answers, it is in doubt that we often find the most profound insights and revelations.
Believing something doesn’t make it true. True things are true independent of your belief. You can believe something for the right reasons and be wrong. You can believe something for the wrong reasons and be right. So how can we navigate the complicated landscape of scientific evidence, philosophical intuition, and political disposition? Let’s start with the obvious and go from there.
Watching the trailer for the new Indiana Jones movie due in theaters June 30th, I thought that this is surely Harrison Ford’s “Last Hurrah.” I am amazed that he is still playing the notable adventurer and explorer. The part of Indiana Jones requires great energy and gusto. Something that at the age of 38 when he first played the role might not have been quite as surprising. However, Harrison is now 80 years old and playing this role rather than the father or grandfather of “Indiana Jones the Third” is beyond amazing. I give him great credit for not quitting life even if this Indiana Jones thing is just another Hollywood fantasy. But this brings us to the real purpose of my blog. To explore the question “When and how do we all get our ‘Last Hurrah’?” I would like to start with my “Last Hurrah.”
First, I had not thought of it until watching this trailer. But I want one. I do not want to go gently into the night. But neither do I want to be hanging over a cliff with my life supported by a thin rope and my mortal enemies trying to untie the rope. Something in between would make a rather nice “Last Hurrah”, I think. But what is it to be?
As I have aged, I notice an increasing propensity on my part to play it safe. Karen and I have visited over 35 countries. For the first 32 or so countries we never took out any additional health or accident insurance. I was forty years old when Karen and I took our first overseas trip. I am now seventy-six and for the last two trips we took out policies before we left for both accident and health insurance. For our upcoming trip in September to South Africa we again took out policies. These policies have grown increasingly more costly. I question buying them each time but finally concede that they make sense. Nevertheless, I wonder why I do.
I drive more slowly now. I always fasten my seat belt before my car is in gear. I wear a neon vest and a bright dayglo helmet when riding my bike. In January, I decided to give up running mountain trails and stick to the paved and lowland trails. I take a right on double laned streets then go down to the next block and make a right turn and then two lefts to return home rather than try to cross four lanes of traffic. I do the same for any four-lane street now rather than try to ram into the traffic. Why when I have less of life left to live am I growing so cautious? At my age and with less time to go before the final act, I should be beyond caring and more reckless. I have less to lose in terms of time than when I was 40. I should be more daring and adventurous. Going madly and wildly into that dark night that Dylan Thomas says awaits us.
Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas – 1914-1953
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Looking up Dylan Thomas’s biography I found that he died at the age of 39 of disputed causes. Whatever the cause was, he lived a life that many might envy. Wine, women, and song as the verse goes. I have noticed that wild times are seldom part of my life anymore. So, what will my “Last Hurrah” be? What will I rage on before I go into that dark night? Am I a wise man or a good man? Am I old? I only feel like I am forty or so until I look at how long it now takes me to run a mile. From six-minute miles a few long years ago to my current 12-minute miles, I think my watch just needs some good batteries. This is a real dilemma. How can I find my “Last Hurrah?” What are some possibilities that would make you say after I leave this planet:
“His life was gentle; and the elements
So mixed in him, that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world, THIS WAS A MAN!”
— Shakespeare – Julius Caesar
I am looking for some “Last Hurrah” that would be striking and unique but not painful or overly dangerous. Dying in bed has its virtues but sounds boring. I want some final attraction but that is not all. My “Last Hurrah” should be something that reflects my values and defines who I am. Looking for some inspiration, I found the following quotes on “Last Hurrahs.”
“Hurrah Boys! Let’s get these last few reds then head on back to camp. Hurrah! — George Armstrong Custer
“Every society needs a cry like that, but only in a very few do they come out with the complete, unvarnished version, which is ‘Remember-The-Atrocity-Committed-Against-Us-Last-Time-That-Will-Excuse-The-Atrocity-That-We’re-About-To-Commit-Today! And So On! Hurrah’!” — Terry Pratchett
“Seeing as this is probably my last hurrah, I don’t suppose I could get you two bleeding hearts to massacre a village with me? For old time’s sake.” — Julie Kagawa
I guess these did not really inspire me. I want my “Last Hurrah” to be something that brings more hope and joy and happiness to the world. It must be something that shows all things are possible even when you are aged. It must be something that inspires other people to emulate it. I want my “Last Hurrah” to add meaning to my life and perhaps symbolize what the meaning of my life was.
I want you the reader to think that perhaps a “Last Hurrah” has some value for your life as well. Instead of raging into the night, what if we all did one last good deed before our end? The true meaning of life is not raging but love. To continue to share love until our last breath may be greatest “Last Hurrah” of all. One last great chapter to spread more love in the world. What will it be?
Where do the four groups that are in my title derive their power from? Perhaps you will answer fame or fortune. Superficially you might be correct, but you are missing the mark. I want you to think about my question more and try to answer it again before we go any further. Is it from their looks, their families, their talents, their abilities to persuade? Again, if you gave any of the former as an answer you are still missing the mark. All these answers are dead wrong.
Let me put it another way. Where does the purchasing power of a dollar bill come from? Is it the gold bullion in Fort Knox, Kentucky? Is it the value of the paper that a dollar is now printed on? Does it come from the political party in office? Is it the banks that are protected by the Federal Reserve? Is it the stock market or the Consumer Price Index? If you picked any of these, you are wrong again.
I will give you a clue. Both the value of the dollar and the power of the four groups noted come from the same place. The place is not fungible. It is intangible. It does not exist.
“In an article in the New York Times on January 15, 2004, Berkeley professor of economics Hal Varian raises a fundamental question: why are the dollar bills in people’s pockets worth anything? According to Varian, there are two possible explanations for this: the dollar bills carry value because the government in power says so or because people are willing to accept it as payment. He concludes that the value of a dollar comes not so much from government mandate as from social convention.” — 1/20/2004, Frank Shostak
Jesus was offered fame, fortune, immortality, and power. He declined them all with the words, “Away from me, Satan! For it is written: Worship the Lord your God and serve him only.” — Matthew 4:1-11. Tell me the “God” that you worship, and I will tell you the power that celebrities, media influencers, nobility and politicians have over you. You see there is no intrinsic power in either a dollar or any of these groups. They gain their power from perceptions. Your perceptions.
I live in the USA. Years ago, I worked in an office which had many cubicles. I occasionally had business with various occupants of these cubicles. I was very surprised one day to find a shrine in one cubicle to the late Princess Diana. It looked rather like an altar and even had a candle burning. I asked Teresa the occupant about the shrine and if Diana had any genetic or physical relationship to her family. The answer was no. She simply stated that she loved Diana very much and was devastated by her death. No connection except an admiration which to me bordered on the absurd.
Of course, millions of people the world over are enamored with celebrities, movie stars, professional athletes, media influencers and politicians. The relationship that exists between the admirer and the admired is often very powerful. It is not tangible but emotional. It defies monetary gain, practical reality, or any tangible exchanges. People in every nation have idols they worship. They ascribe great powers to these idols. Too often, the only power these idols have lies in the perceptions and illusions that they have created. They are magicians and the public is their gullible audience.
Now I have no problem with admiring someone who has true ability or substance. Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Jesus of Nazareth, Mahatma Gandhi, Simon Bolivar, Mother Teresa, Albert Einstein, Dostoevsky and a thousand others I could name come to my mind. People who gave back to the world something that helped humankind be better than it was. People who created things and ideas rather than images and illusions. When it comes to people like the Kardashians, who thrive on publicity and image, I could care less about them.
We now live in the “Age of Madison Avenue” where it seems image, perception and illusions rule the media. An age of political theater, media click baits, twitter sound bites, disinformation, misinformation, and strategic lying, where any publicity regardless of how atrocious or egregious can be seen as morally justifiable. Trump, Boebert, Green and Santos are simply outcomes of a national and even global fascination with image and perception.
Strange as it now seems to me, way back in 1986 when I joined the Process Management Consulting firm, I adopted the mantra that “The customer’s perception is our reality.” It was often said in business that “The customer is king.” Often said, but seldom practiced. In business, money and profits are king. The customer is simply a conduit for the money to travel between the mint and the corporation.
The customer must be convinced that there is some good reason to give up his/her hard-earned cash. The way marketers do this is by working on the customers perceptions. It does not matter whether the customer’s perceptions are accurate. It only matters what the customer perceives to be true. Convince the customer that the product or service that they are buying has the features, advantages, and benefits they are looking for and you have made the sale. Lifetime customer be damned. Take the money and run.
Celebrities, media influencers, politicians and nobility have instructed marketing professionals on the power of perception. Reality does not matter. It is what the public believes. Nobility were masters at this skill long before Madison Avenue existed. Pontius Pilate washed his hands in public so that he would not be blamed for the death of Jesus. This even though it was his soldiers who scourged and crucified Jesus. I give you the following excerpt from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar by Marc Antony. It provides another example of the power of perception.
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
The mob that had gathered to hear Brutus explain why Caesar was murdered switched their allegiance from Brutus to Marc Antony after hearing this speech (At least in Shakespeare’s Play.) The power of persuasion worked to change the perception that the mob had of Caesar. Politicians and marketers use the same techniques today to influence people to do their bidding. Although sometimes the persuasion and perceptions are almost invisible. Let me give you another example of how influences can be very surreptitious.
Years ago, I read the famous autobiography of Ulysses S. Grant. Said by non-other than Mark Twain to be the best autobiography he had ever read. Grant describes how as a first lieutenant fighting for the North in the Civil War, he was surprised by the support that the average person in the South gave to the war. How hard they fought for a way of life that only a very privileged few benefited from. Grant noted that many of the Southern soldiers idealized the Plantation system even when it was clear that often the Southern White sharecroppers were worse off than some slaves. This mindset seems to epitomize many of the poor uneducated rural Americans today. They idealize a billionaire crook and draft dodger who lives a life of privilege and view him as some sort of savior.
I was born in Alabama and have made many trips to the deep South. Every other summer my family would go down to visit my grandparents in Ensley, Alabama. Sometimes we would travel by train and sometimes by car. I had relatives in Tennessee and Georgia who we would also visit. After high school, I was sent for USAF basic training to Texas and then spent a year in Mississippi for Tech School Training. I worked as a management consultant in Texas and Kentucky for several years. Karen and I have attended many music sessions in Arkansas and Kentucky.
Whenever I have been in the South, I noticed that every home, large or small it did not matter had a similar feature. They always have pillars in the front of the house. I thought this odd until I realized what it symbolized. Every Southern home is a miniature plantation. The very concept of the old Plantation system is embedded in the architecture of the South itself. Every Southerner (Black or White) comes home to their own plantation each day. No matter how humble, they are all plantation owners. There is a quote often heard that the “South will rise again.” It does not have to because in the minds of many it never fell. The image became the reality. Is it any wonder that the South still clings to a way of life that died over 150 years ago? The perception is the reality.
It is easy to blame others for our own problems. Gandhi said, “Be the change you want to see.” Before we can be the change, we must see our perceptions for what they are. If we accept image over reality, we can never make the change. Jesus said, “They have eyes, but they refuse to see. If their minds were not closed, they might see with their eyes; they might hear with their ears; they might understand with their minds.” — Matthew 13:14-38.
Seeing is not believing, believing is seeing. As an educator, I once thought that teaching “Critical Thinking Skills” was the most important thing I could do for my students. Now I realize that it is a secondary skill. The primary skill we must teach everyone is to “question everything.” Ask questions and more questions. Do not accept what anyone, scientist, politician, expert, or doctor tells you. Ask them why. Ask them how. Ask them what for. Ask them for evidence. Then ask them more questions. Question what you believe. Question what you see.
“No man has the right to dictate what other men should perceive, create or produce, but all should be encouraged to reveal themselves, their perceptions and emotions, and to build confidence in the creative spirit.” — Ansel Adams
Over the years, I have noticed that I have about as many people each week who view my “Who is Dr. John Persico Jr?” profile as read my blog. I suppose it is only natural that people would want to know something about me before believing anything I say. If only everyone did the same thing with the politicians that they vote for. But that is another issue.
I left Arizona about three weeks ago and have not posted anything since then. We took our RV back to Wisconsin for the summer to visit some friends and relatives. My previous record for living in this 26-foot RV trailer was 7 days. I am now going on 16 days and have not lost my mind yet. I have spent more time at the local hardware store looking for things that we either needed or thought we had brought with us than I have spent sleeping. I found out over time that homes were money pits, I am beginning to wonder if the same is true of RV homes. I have ninety more days to go to find out.
Anyway, we have most things straightened out and I started feeling the need to write something. It was like the need to exercise; I NEED to write. Something in my life was missing. Dozens of topics went through my head. Spinning around like a ball on a roulette wheel, which topic would my mind stop at. I must write something and soon. Spinning, spinning, spinning, it finally stopped at “Why Do I Write?” I suppose I feel somewhat like Hank Williams Jr. sang in his famous song, “Family Tradition”:
They get on me and want to know,
Hank, why do you drink?
Hank, why do you roll smoke?
Why must you live out the songs that you wrote?
Over and over
Everybody makes my prediction,
So, if I get stoned, I’m just carrying on,
An old family tradition.
I can’t say that I am carrying on a family tradition. More like I am starting one. But I have done and still do my share of smoking, drinking, and carrying on. I certainly try to live out the blogs that I wrote. But as I started trying to answer the question as to why I write, I came up with the following reasons. Some realistic, some not. Some mundane, some grandiose. Some memorable, some not. Some inspiring, some disappointing. Like’em or leave’em, here are my reasons for posting nearly 700 blogs over the past 13 years or so.
To influence
To persuade
To change ideas
To challenge ideas
To share ideas
To titillate
To shock
To inform
To remember
To celebrate
To bless
To find peace
To find happiness
To share joy
To share pain
To share sorrow
To organize
To rally
To tell a story
To have fun
To be creative
To act as a catharsis
To become immortal
To become famous
To receive honorable mention someday
To leave a legacy
To leave a history
To set some records straight
To support causes that I believe in
To honor those who I think deserve it
To skewer those who I think deserve it
To make a difference
To find out who I am
To help others remember who I was
Well, there you have it friends. My reasons for writing. Many of you who read my blog are wonderful writers. If you leave a comment, tell me why you write. I suspect some of you will have much better reasons for writing than I have. Notice, money was not one of my reasons. Not that money is not important to me, but I would rather be known as a great writer than a billionaire. Both titles have to date eluded me and probably will continue to do so.
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I come back into myself and say, “Let’s take a walk.” It is a beautiful day and a beautiful town, and everyone likes the idea. We pay our respective bills, head to the bathrooms, and meet outside. I suggest we walk the path alongside the river to PD Pappy’s than turn left onto Main Street where we can walk by the various tourist shops. We head to an old antique store that we last visited almost a year ago to the day. We spend a good hour or so in the store. We see oodles of things that bring back memories from our childhoods, our old dreams and our wish-we-had-done that pasts. We leave having bought nothing except a wistful yearning for the “Good Old Days.” Pre-Trump. Pre-Covid. Pre-Climate Change. Pre-Divisive Partisanship. A time when we could still believe in the American Dream.
As we walk down main street, Roger tells me that he has seen a show recently that looks at the symbolism in the Catholic Church with a deep sense of skepticism. He asks me if I think the Catholic belief in Jesus would be much different if Jesus had been garroted or beheaded rather than crucified. I confess that I have never thought about this question, but I do find it intriguing.
It is now almost three hours since we met for dinner. We are talked and walked out. I am ready for my afternoon nap. Karen wants to get back to her sewing. Jane is tired of listening to us and wants some peace and quiet. Roger is still thinking about God and whether there is other life in the universe. We both seem to have come to the same counter-intuitive conclusion that there is not. We are all alone in the universe except for a few Martians left over from the great Martian cataclysm.
So maybe we should not be too hard on the Chinese. But “wait” you will say, didn’t they send a spy balloon over our country. Like a giant piñata it floated across our vast continent taking pictures of “who knows what.” I think it would be easier to get pictures of the USA off Google Images but maybe they like doing things the hard way. We shot the balloon down and I am still waiting to see the results from the FBI investigation into the stuff that was in this balloon. I would like to see some of the pictures they took. Any information about this seems to have mysteriously disappeared from the media. Can you believe that they are spying on us? We certainly would not be spying on them, would we? One source which I should not divulge but I will anyway had the following to say about our efforts:
Over the years, I have noticed that I have about as many people each week who view my “Who is Dr. John Persico Jr?” profile as read my blog. I suppose it is only natural that people would want to know something about me before believing anything I say. If only everyone did the same thing with the politicians that they vote for. But that is another issue.
Aging Capriciously 