1.11.2024 – be glad to get home

be glad to get home
I don’t believe I’ll ever
want to go away

Won’t I be glad to finally get home again.

I don’t believe I’ll ever want to go away again.

By the way did you see the movie “Up in Mabel’s room.”

It was quite funny I thought, but in it was a nice house in the country that was like a house I would like to make into a home with you.

We really want to have a house that we will enjoy living in and not something just to be a show off place.

I like to live in the whole house.

Getting kind of rambling I guess but that is what happens when one is away so long.

This is from a letter my Dad wrote back during World War 2, to his then girlfriend, later wife and my Mom, from the 12th Corps Headquarters unit, based in Luxemburg on January 14, 1945 (click here to read).

(In the letter he writes that his unit had just moved to Luxemburg “… shortly after the German break through“, a break through now known as the Battle of the Bulge.)

I am not sure that there was ever a better description of my Dad’s view on life then what he wrote 60 years ago.

First, “Won’t I be glad to finally get home again. I don’t believe I’ll ever want to go away again.”

My Dad liked to be at home and once home, he never ever really wanted to go away again.

Second, “… want to have a house that we will enjoy living in. I like to live in the whole house.

I got to grow up in that house.

It was a big house but then there were 11 kids in the family and we lived in the whole house.

And we enjoyed living in it.

We were really lucky and we had a summer place out on Lake Michigan.

But it wasn’t a show off place but a house by the lake that was our home away from home and we lived in the whole house.

And BOY HOWDY, did we enjoy living in it.

This a snapshot of my Dad and my youngest brother Al sitting together at the summer place.

Cement brick walls and plywood fixtures and tin metal cabinets.

Plastic trays and cups.

Nothing to show off.

There is some art on the wall of a painting of lemonade that my Mom spotted at an art fair in nearby Grand Haven, Michigan.

It now hangs in my home in South Carolina.

It is 1987.

My Dad would been 67.

Al would have been 17.

I would have been 27.

My brother Bobby would have been 37.

That’s how it works when you born in the decade years of 1920, 1950, 1960 and 1970.

This was my Dad’s last summer as he died on January 10, 1988.

For those 68 years that my Dad was around you can say that once he got home, he did not ever want to go away again.

And where ever my Dad lived, he lived his life in the whole house.

That was just the way my Dad liked it.

1.10.2023 – How is the world ruled?

How is the world ruled?
lie to journalists and then …
believe what is read

How is the world ruled and how do wars start?

Diplomats tell lies to journalists and then believe what
they read.

So wrote Karl Kraus in his book, Aphorisms and More Aphorisms back in1909.

An aphorism, not to be confused with aphorismus (from the Greek: ἀφορισμός, aphorismós, “a marking off”, also “rejection, banishment”) is a figure of speech that calls into question if a word is properly used (“How can you call yourself a man?”). It often appears in the form of a rhetorical question which is meant to imply a difference between the present thing being discussed and the general notion of the subject, but an aphorism (from Greek ἀφορισμός: aphorismos, denoting ‘delimitation’, ‘distinction’, and ‘definition’) is a concise, terse, laconic, or memorable expression of a general truth or principle. Aphorisms are often handed down by tradition from generation to generation.

Don’t ask me, I copied that right from Wikipedia.

I copy a lot from Wikipedia but then I site my source, not that that means I am qualified to be the President of an Ivy League School, not that I would want the job if I was and if I was I most likely be remembered by having a building like Haven Hall named after me.

Haven Hall is the ugly brick late Ramada Inn style building BEHIND Angell Hall and its 8 marble columned entrance that is a University of Michigan Landmark.

But I digress.

The subject was aphorisms.

Again, Wikipedia says, aphorisms are distinguished from other short sayings by the need for interpretation to make sense of them.

That is the beauty of “Diplomats tell lies to journalists and then believe what
they read.”

Who needs that interpreted?

Mr. Kraus also said, “The devil is an optimist if he thinks he can make people worse than they are.”

I got no problem understanding that one either.

Mr. Kraus was a social critic for his times and was confined to publishing his own works.

He would, it is said, agonize over the placement of a comma and the use of the correct, best words.

I can only imagine what Mr. Kraus would have made of the world today and the access to the world made possible by social media.

On the other hand maybe it wouldn’t be too hard to imagine what Mr. Kraus would have said today because he said it back then.

Mr. Kraus once wrote, “The secret of the demagogue is to make himself as stupid as his audience so they believe they are clever as he.”

All that is missing today is the twitter, I mean X account.

1.9.2023 – Hail to the colors

Hail to the colors
float in the light … Hurrah for
the Yellow and Blue!

I am one of those weird alumni who knows the words to the schools’ Alma Mater or the anthem of the University of Michigan, The Yellow and the Blue.

It was written by Charles M. Gayley, an 1878 graduate, who composed the lyrics in 1886 while he was a professor of English and Latin at UM.

According to legend, he was motivated to write the song in hopes of winning a $20 prize from the student editors of the yearbook.

The song is played before every home football game and at commencements and most folks only know to hold out their fists and sing, “HAIL” at the end of the chorus.

But it was one of my family’s songs.

The University station would play it when it came to the end of the broadcast day and I remember one evening when my Dad had his radio on and my Mom yelled upstairs to the girls to ask if they were standing at attention.

She was kidding … I think.

We would often sing it at family gatherings and by general agreement we would let my Dad sing the HAIL part as a solo.

At my wedding, as warning to what she was getting into, my new Brothers-in-Law thought it would be funny if they would get to me by forcing me to sing the Michigan Fight Song.

I looked them cold in the eye and said, “The Fight Song? Everybody can sing that. I am singing the Alma Mater.”

And I grabbed my wife’s hand and stood on a chair and surrounded by wedding guests, I started the song, “Sing to the colors …”

Several of my family saw me, heard and hurried over to join in.

One of the brothers-in-law, caught off guard as he was a Michigan Grad, also joined in.

Sorry and sad to say, my Dad had passed before I got married.

But when we got to the “HAIL”, I felt it he was as much a part of party as if he had been there.

I thought of him last night.

I thought of all us, my family and friends, who have followed this stupid team and wonderful school over the years.

Can’t explain it, but it sure feels good.

BTW, notice the tie in the photograph.

It was my Dad’s tie.

It was the same tie he wore at his wedding.

It was also the tie he wore in his graduation photo from Michigan.

He bought it at store in the Arcade in Ann Arbor when he was a student.

Sing to the colors that float in the light;
Hurrah for the Yellow and Blue!
Yellow the stars as they ride through the night
And reel in a rollicking crew;
Yellow the field where ripens the grain
And yellow the moon on the harvest wain;
-Hail!
Hail to the colors that float in the light
Hurrah for the Yellow and Blue!

1.8.2023 – justice is always

justice is always
in jeopardy, pitfalls
misery, meanness

Political democracy, as it exists and practically works in America, with all its threatening evils, supplies a training-school for making first-class men.

It is life’s gymnasium, not of good only, but of all.

We try often, though we fall back often.

A brave delight, fit for freedom’s athletes, fills these arenas, and fully satisfies, out of the action in them, irrespective of success.

Whatever we do not attain, we at any rate attain the experiences of the fight, the hardening of the strong campaign, and throb with currents of attempt at least. Time is ample. Let the victors come after us.

Not for nothing does evil play its part among us. Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy, peace walks amid hourly pitfalls, and of slavery, misery, meanness, the craft of tyrants and the credulity of the populace, in some of their protean forms, no voice can at any time say, They are not.

The clouds break a little, and the sun shines out — but soon and certain the lowering darkness falls again, as if to last forever.

Yet is there an immortal courage and prophecy in every sane soul that cannot, must not, under any circumstances, capitulate.

Vive, the attack—the perennial assault!

Vive, the unpopular cause—the spirit that audaciously aims—the never-abandon’d efforts, pursued the same amid opposing proofs and precedents.

From Democratic Vistas, an essay by Walt Whitman.

According to Wikipedia, Whitman condemned the corruption and greed of the Gilded Age, denouncing the post-Civil War materialism that had overtaken the country.

“Never was there, perhaps, more hollowness at heart than at present, and here in the United States. Genuine belief seems to have left us,” he wrote.

His solution to the moral crisis was literature: “Two or three really original American poets … would give more compaction and more moral identity, (the quality to-day most needed) to these States, than all its Constitutions, legislative and judicial ties,” he declared, believing that literature would unite the country.

The line from the song, Where have you gone, Joe Dimaggio? The Nation turns its lonely eyes to you ..” comes to mind.

Where are the heros today?

Where are the Two or three really original American poets?

Where have you gone … Taylor Swift?

I will say this.

Should Ms. Swift endorse any candidate this cycle, its game over.

Justice is always in jeopardy.

Peace walks amid hourly pitfalls, and of slavery, misery, meanness.

The craft of tyrants and the credulity of the populace, in some of their protean forms, no voice can at any time say, They are not.

It some ways, its comforting that Mr. Whitman felt this way back in 1871 and here we are today.

1.7.2023 – key to the rise of

key to the rise of
authoritarians, they …
use false history

The key to the rise of authoritarians, they explained, is their use of language and false history.

Authoritarians rise when economic, social, political, or religious change makes members of a formerly powerful group feel as if they have been left behind. Their frustration makes them vulnerable to leaders who promise to make them dominant again. A strongman downplays the real conditions that have created their problems and tells them that the only reason they have been dispossessed is that enemies have cheated them of power.

Such leaders undermine existing power structures, and as they collapse, people previously apathetic about politics turn into activists, not necessarily expecting a better life, but seeing themselves as heroes reclaiming the country. Leaders don’t try to persuade people to support real solutions, but instead reinforce their followers’ fantasy self-image and organize them into a mass movement.

Once people internalize their leader’s propaganda, it doesn’t matter when pieces of it are proven to be lies, because it has become central to their identity.

As a strongman becomes more and more destructive, followers’ loyalty only increases. Having begun to treat their perceived enemies badly, they need to believe their victims deserve it. Turning against the leader who inspired such behavior would mean admitting they had been wrong and that they, not their enemies, are evil.

This, they cannot do.

From Democracy Awakening: Notes on the State of America by Heather Cox Richardson (Author) Viking (September 26, 2023).

This is one short passage from just the short forward to the book, Democracy Awakening.

Reading the forward was about all I could get through.

I am reminded of the story about a lady who walked into a police station and asked if she could sit in the lobby.

She was reading a Stephen King book and got so scared she couldn’t keep reading at home.

I did look ahead through the rest of the book, all to easy to do with an e-reader and I keep saying yup, yup, yup and why don’t those people see it?

Why don’t they see where this is leading?

It is not a case of ‘none so blind as those who will not see’ as it is a case of everything Ms. Cox points out that the extreme’s are achieving through their drive to an authoritarian world is not bad, damaging, wrong, hateful or hurtful but are GOALS.

Parallels to the triumph of authoritarian Germany are to easy to make.

I have to point out that the German authoritarian leader was offered the 2nd highest place in government in 1932.

By 1934, all opposition political parties were outlawed.

Two years.

How can I sleep at night.

Really, how can I sleep at night?

The main reason is that the United States in 2023 is not Germany in 1932.

What do I mean by that?

Well, this is what I mean by that.

I am reminded of the movie Casablanca.

Rick, played by Humphrey Bogart is asked by a representative of the German authoritarian Government:

Can you imagine us in London?

Rick replies, “When you get there, ask me.”

Diplomatist.

The representative of the German authoritarian Government continues: How about New York?

Rick replies, “Well, there are sections of New York, … that I wouldn’t advise you to try to invade.”

That is the American attitude I am betting on to save us.

There were, are and will be a Major Strassers in this world.

There will always be people, who for their own reasons, want to line up with the Major Strassers.

Let us hope there will always be a Richard Blaine.

I, and I hope a lot of America, will line up with Monsieur Rick