7.22.2026 – part is that folks don’t

part is that folks don’t
expect the U.S. Senate
to be functional

For the article, Who Should Represent Michigan?, the New York Times assembled a panel of experts with a range of viewpoints for a new installment of The Choice, aimed at guiding Michigan voters through the core issues in this election.

The article had a lot to say about my home state and the people who live in my home state and how the people who live in my home state vote in elections in my home state.

But there was one sentence that spoke to the country as a whole in my opinion.

A sentence that spoke to the problems we are having to deal with as an evolving democratic society.

Those founding father, to use the phrase coined by Warren Harding, put together a country that worked fairly well for the last 250 years.

It has survived wars, depressions, pandemics and who knows what else.

It has survived because 250 years those feller designed safe guards to keep things going in spite of ourselves.

The strongest links in that chain of safeguards was that the government was made up of three equal parts that checked and balanced each other out.

It wasn’t by accident.

Each part had a significant and special role to play.

In this article, Who Should Represent Michigan?, the Times panel were asked several questions and each panel member was allowed to answer.

This style of opinion piece would surly produce lots of statements that stood out.

But it was the response to the question on the Economy, How effective do you think the candidates would be at championing legislation to bring good-paying jobs to Michigan?, of panel member Sarah Anthony, a State senator from Lansing that got me.

Because to the question How effective do you think the candidates would be at championing legislation to bring good-paying jobs to Michigan?, State Senator Anthony said: So from a federal perspective, I think part of this is that folks don’t expect the U.S. Senate to be functional anyway. I think we’re looking for someone who will just speak to us and say, “Hey, man” — to whomever, the 22-year-old that’s in their mom’s basement that’s just trying to figure out life or the struggling single mom or the senior citizen who’s thinking that their grandkid won’t get it out of their kid’s basement. Those people are looking for someone who’s just going to be our loudest champion, not this thoughtful, creative policymaker.

Lots of wisdom in that statement but look at the foundation of the statement.

So from a federal perspective, I think part of this is that folks don’t expect the U.S. Senate to be functional anyway.

I think part of this is that folks don’t expect the U.S. Senate to be functional anyway.

Folks don’t expect the U.S. Senate to be functional anyway.

The next time you ask how does that current man in office get away with all this nonsense, just say to yourself, Folks don’t expect the U.S. Senate to be functional anyway.

We got to get that back,

We got to get them people in office to realize we ARE watching and they are doing nothing.

That not expecting the U.S. Senate to be functional will not be accepted.

The Senate has learned the less they do, the less that will be expected and I guess, the more they can get away with.

And that may some of the most lasting damage done to this country.

7.21.2026 – was swallowed one time

was swallowed one time
deep in the dark and came out
alive after all

If I should pass the tomb of Jonah
I would stop there and sit for a while;
Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark
And came out alive after all.

If I pass the burial spot of Nero
I shall say to the wind, “Well, well!” —
I who have fiddled in a world on fire,
I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.

I am looking for the grave of Sinbad too.
I want to shake his ghost-hand and say,
“Neither of us died very early, did we?”

And the last sleeping-place of Nebuchadnezzar —
When I arrive there I shall tell the wind:
“You ate grass; I have eaten crow —
Who is better off now or next year?”

Jack Cade, John Brown, Jesse James,
There too I could sit down and stop for a while.
I think I could tell their headstones:
“God, let me remember all good losers.”

I could ask people to throw ashes on their heads
In the name of that sergeant at Belleau Woods,
Walking into the drumfires, calling his men,
“Come on, you … Do you want to live forever?”

Losers by Carl Sandberg as published in Smoke and Steel in The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg (Harcourt, Brace: New York, 1970).

I who have done so many stunts not worth doing.

“Come on, you … Do you want to live forever?”

And came out alive after all.

7.20.2026 – I am but a shell

I am but a shell
a dim, tremulous murmur
from great days long dead

I am a shell. From me you shall not hear
The splendid tramplings of insistent drums,
The orbed gold of the viol’s voice that comes,
Heavy with radiance, languorous and clear.
Yet, if you hold me close against the ear,
A dim, far whisper rises clamorously,
The thunderous beat and passion of the sea,
The slow surge of the tides that drown the mere.

Others with subtle hands may pluck the strings,
Making even Love in music audible,
And earth one glory. I am but a shell
That moves, not of itself, and moving sings;
Leaving a fragrance, faint as wine new-shed,
A tremulous murmur from great days long dead.

A Minor Poet by Stephen Vincent Benet as published in Young Adventure: A Book of Poems by Stephen Vincent Benet (New Haven: Yale University Press, 1918).

I am a shell. From me you shall not hear.

A tremulous murmur from great days long dead.

7.19.2026 – everybody voiced

everybody voiced
profound, resigned hopelessness
white fog blanketing

Adapted from the article, ‘Profound, resigned hopelessness’: people across US and Canada share effects of wildfire smoke, sub headed … Air quality in North America has plummeted, affecting the health of millions of people across the continent by Marina Dunbar in the Guardian on Sunday, July 19, 2026, where Ms. Dunbar writes:

South of the Canadian border, residents who made even brief trips outside described air conditions as noxious. Chicago recorded the world’s worst air quality on Thursday evening, according to IQAir’s global rankings, with Detroit and Minneapolis also ranking among the most polluted cities.

In Skokie, Illinois, 26-year-old student Zeff said the smoke carried a pungent chemical smell.

“The air stinks of burnt plastic, like it’s been poisoned,” he said. “It’s impossible to take a deep breath without my nose and throat burning.”

He said the ominous haze has settled over neighborhoods throughout the day.

“There’s a mirage hanging on the treetops, white fog blanketing everything in the distance,” he said. “Everybody I speak to voices a profound, resigned hopelessness.”

An analogy for today?

Life imitates life?

It IS almost perfect isn’t it?

There’s a mirage hanging on the treetops.

A white fog blanketing everything in the distance.

Everybody voices a profound, resigned hopelessness.

7.18.2026 – there seems to be a

there seems to be a
pattern of charges being
filed without merit

From the New York Times article, They Were Charged With Assaulting ICE Agents. The Cases Are Crumbling by Mike McIntire, Danny Hakim, Alexandra Berzon, Jazmine Ulloa and Lauren McCarthy.

The article is sub headed: The Trump administration has lost or abandoned hundreds of criminal cases against protesters and immigrants, a Times investigation found.

The article opens with: The New York Times found that the Trump administration has filed assault charges against more than 550 people who were caught in its immigration dragnet — far more than previously known. Of the more than 400 cases resolved so far, nearly half have unraveled: Juries acquitted defendants, judges threw out charges, or prosecutors withdrew them.

Today’s haiku is based on the passage: “There seems to be a pattern of charges being filed without any merit,” said Jimmy L. Arce, a former federal prosecutor in Chicago who served on a commission that investigated immigration raids in the city last year. He added that some defendants were “having their speech criminalized by the U.S. attorney’s office.”

And the article states:

In the half of assault cases that ended in the government’s favor, almost all were guilty pleas. The Times’s analysis of the 213 cases that the government has lost or abandoned found that:

In dozens of cases, court records and videos show that federal agents were the first to get physical — including shoving, tackling or pepper-spraying defendants. Many defendants successfully argued that the assaults they were accused of were actually acts of self-defense.

Judges repeatedly chastised prosecutors and immigration agents for misconduct including distorting facts and withholding evidence. Two judges found that agents purposely destroyed evidence, including ordering a defendant to delete cellphone photos.

Officers charged more than two dozen people who were filming or following agents, often while honking car horns, blowing whistles or shouting warnings like, “La migra is coming!” There was no allegation of physical contact with agents.

In more than 100 cases, prosecutors did not claim that any agents were injured. In at least seven other cases, officers’ injuries were caused by their or their colleagues’ actions. For example, a judge last fall dismissed assault charges against an immigrant, ruling that the agent involved had been cut by shards of glass from a car window he himself had smashed.

Sixty-five times, prosecutors abandoned or downgraded charges before hitting a deadline to present evidence to a grand jury or judge. Former prosecutors said that this pattern of rapid retreat was unusual and signaled that the cases should never have been brought.

The article also states: The Trump administration’s strategy hinges on a once-obscure statute, 18 U.S.C. 111, that makes it a federal crime to assault or forcibly impede a government officer. Punishments range from a fine to 20 years in prison.

For decades, prosecutors used the law sparingly. One exception was when the Biden administration invoked it to charge hundreds of people involved in the Jan. 6 riot at the U.S. Capitol. Prosecutors had a perfect record of winning convictions in those cases, until Mr. Trump returned to office and issued blanket pardons.

I am reminded of Martin Luther Kind’s speech in Memphis, the night before he was killed where he said:

 If I lived in China or even Russia, or any totalitarian country, maybe I could understand the denial of certain basic First Amendment privileges, because they hadn’t committed themselves to that over there.

But somewhere I read of the freedom of assembly.

Somewhere I read of the freedom of speech.

Somewhere I read of the freedom of the press.

Somewhere I read that the greatness of America is the right to protest for right.

Where is the love?

Where is the compassion?

For crying out loud, where is even the sense of humor.

I recently took my place in the line in a street side demonstration to hold up signs and flags in protest of the ICE actions nation wide.

The group stretched out along over a mile of road and as cars went by we waved and called out and people in cars waved and cheered and honked their horns in support.

This one car came by windows open, music blaring and hands out the window.

But the fingers of the hands were raised in the middle finger we-are-number-one sign and the song blaring was rapper Vanilla Ice’s “ICE ICE BABY.”

We all looked at each other and broke out laughing and this one lady looked the line up and down and says, “well … it was pretty funny.”

Is there hope yet?

Looking up that quote of Dr. King’s I came across this from the same speech.

Dr. King said: I would turn to the Almighty, and say, “If you allow me to live just a few years in the second half of the twentieth century, I will be happy.”

Now that’s a strange statement to make, because the world is all messed up.

The nation is sick.

Trouble is in the land.

Confusion all around.

That’s a strange statement.

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars.

And I see God working in this period of the twentieth century in a away that men, in some strange way, are responding — something is happening in our world.

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars.

And I see God working in this period of the twentieth century in a away that men, in some strange way, are responding — something is happening in our world.

One last time.

Only when it is dark enough, can you see the stars.