5.16.2026 – formless, faceless, he …

formless, faceless, he …
seems the very prototype
of the little man

This drawing was published in the New Yorker Magazine on May 16, 1936.

90 years ago today.

I am sorry to have to admit I had to look up Dorothy Thompson.

According to Wikipedia, Dorothy Celene Thompson (July 9, 1893 – January 30, 1961) was an American journalist and radio broadcaster. She was the first American journalist to be expelled from Nazi Germany, in 1934, and was one of the few women news commentators broadcasting on radio during the 1930s. Thompson is regarded by some as the “First Lady of American Journalism” and was recognized by Time magazine in 1939 as equal in influence to Eleanor Roosevelt.

Wow and I had to look her up.

Again, according to Wikipedia, “Thompson’s most significant work abroad took place in Germany in the early 1930s. In Munich, Thompson met and interviewed Adolf Hitler for the first time in 1931. This would be the basis for her subsequent book, I Saw Hitler, in which she wrote about the dangers of him winning power in Germany. Later, in a Harper’s Magazine article in December 1934, Thompson described Hitler in the following terms: “He is formless, almost faceless, a man whose countenance is a caricature, a man whose framework seems cartilaginous, without bones. He is inconsequent and voluble, ill poised and insecure. He is the very prototype of the little man.”

And I thought, what would Ms. Thompson thought of the current man is office?

For some reason, I think she might have written:

He is formless, almost faceless, a man whose countenance is a caricature, a man whose framework seems cartilaginous, without bones.

He is inconsequent and voluble, ill poised and insecure.

He is the very prototype of the little man.

Works.

Really works, doesn’t it?

5.13.2026 – disdain for questions

disdain for questions
about war, no coherent
rationale for it

Over the past two and half months, Mr. Trump has ordered thousands of strikes against another country and killed its leader.

The war has roiled global energy markets and drained American munitions stockpiles.

Yet despite its scope and stakes, the president continues to show disdain for members of Congress who ask questions about the war and has not even provided a coherent rationale for it.

Congressional Republicans deserve significant responsibility for the situation. They could and should do much more to constrain him.

Congress could pass a resolution expressing its disapproval of the war and hold hearings investigating it, raising the political pressure on the White House.

It could refuse to confirm nominees or fund Mr. Trump’s military priorities until he adheres to his constitutional duty to work with the legislature.

Otherwise, members of Congress are participating in America’s slide from democracy.

From the opinion piece, The Iran War Worsens America’s Democratic Erosion by The Editorial Board of the New York Times (May 13, 2026).

According to the NYT, The editorial board is a group of opinion journalists whose views are informed by expertise, research, debate and certain longstanding values. It is separate from the newsroom.

I am reminded of the author Garrison Keillor who wrote about life in a small town and in discussing the life of one person in this small town, related how the mother of this person would say over and over … why don’t you DO something with your life?

This went on for years.

Then one day, Mom said something different.

Mom asked, why DIDN’T you do something with your life?

This piece isn’t warning that American Democracy could be in trouble.

This piece isn’t warning that American Democracy could be seeing some issues.

This piece pointed out that American Democracy is already in its slide and sliders, if you didn’t know, always take you down.

Take you down, fast.

And that is where we are.

And Congress?

You are there.

5.11.2026 – the greatest city,

the greatest city,
the greatest nation, nothing …
like us ever was

It has happened before.
Strong men put up a city and got
a nation together,
And paid singers to sing and women
to warble: We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.

And while the singers sang
and the strong men listened
and paid the singers well
and felt good about it all,
there were rats and lizards who listened
… and the only listeners left now
… are … the rats … and the lizards.

And there are black crows
crying, “Caw, caw,”
bringing mud and sticks
building a nest
over the words carved
on the doors where the panels were cedar
and the strips on the panels were gold
and the golden girls came singing:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation:
nothing like us ever was.

The only singers now are crows crying, “Caw, caw,”
And the sheets of rain whine in the wind and doorways.
And the only listeners now are … the rats … and the lizards.

Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind, #3 by Carl Sandburg as published in Smoke and Steel in The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg (Harcourt, Brace: New York, 1970).

We don’t carry One Dollar bills any more but I had Professor back in college where I studied United States History who gave a one hour lecture based on the back of the One Dollar Bill.

He hit on the In God We Trust and pointed out the Mason’s All Seeing Eye at the top of the unfinished pyramid.

Then he hit on Novus ordo seclorum and that meant, The New Order of the Ages.

And finished with Annuit Coeptis or God has approved our undertaking.

Well sir, it has happened before.

The only singers now are crows crying, “Caw, caw,”

And the sheets of rain whine in the wind and doorways.

And the only listeners now are … the rats … and the lizards.

I will also mention the Great Seal of the United States.

Notice the Eagle looks towards the olive branches.

This was a change made by President Truman after WW2.

Had anyone in the current administration had any education in the Presidency, they might have caught and changed that too.

But I ain’t going tell them.

5.10.2026 -doing the small things

doing the small things
trivial matters of heart, near
things of this living

In a letter to his brother, EB White wrote, “I discovered a long time ago that writing of the small things of the day, the trivial matters of the heart, the inconsequential but near things of this living, was the only kind of creative work which I could accomplish with any sincerity or grace.” (Letters of EB White, New York: Harper and Row, 1976).

And I thought, if I changed just a few words …

I discovered a long time ago that doing small things of the day,

the trivial matters of the heart,

the inconsequential but near things of this living, was the best kind of creative work which she could accomplish with sincerity and grace.

Would be a fitting description of the role my wife has played in the kaleidoscopic lives we live with the kaleidoscopic lives of our children and grand children.

Because she does for me, the kids and the grand kids, the small things of the day.

The trivial matters of the heart.

The inconsequential but near things of this living.

The best kind of creative work which she accomplishes with sincerity and grace.

Happy Mother’s Day to my wife.

5.9.26 – mighty effort to

mighty effort to
rigidify society
to protect the top

Adapted from the book, The Road Home by Jim Harrison (New York : Atlantic Monthly Press, 1988) where Mr. Harrison writes:

It struck me for the thousandth time that when you were on the move you noted the bottom third,

at least a third it seemed had become social mutants and were scratching along as minimum-wage menial laborers and without any reliable way to get anyplace else for a fresh look;

those in Washington who could help simply had never noticed these people,

that there was something about the xenophobic power trance in politics that made them unable to extrapolate any other reality than the effort toward reelection.

They were making a mighty effort to rigidify the society to protect the top, and the bottom third were being openly sacrificed.

It struck me as I read this how hard folks who have ‘got there’ work to maker sure their place is secure rather than look to help anyone else ‘get there’, where ever your ‘there’ is.

Tom Wolfe writes in Back to Blood how the simple act of being able to gain access to a road through the ‘Owners Gate’ gave satisfaction to rich people as they passed the long line of cars in the ‘Employees/Guest’ Gate.

Me?

I am with Bob Dylan and got nothing so I got nothing to lose as I continue to bankroll my kids best I can one my way to bankruptcy so its easy for me to say we should remember the poor.

So it was with some satisfaction when I read in today’s New York Times, Maureen Dowd’s column, My Ted Talk, as she recounted the life and times of Mr. Ted Turner.

Mr. Turner was rich and he knew it but he lived a life that, in contrast to other rich lives currently in the news cycle, lived free of law suits and court filings.

Mr. Turner was BIG.

And I am not sure he was ever small in the ways that get you negative headlines aside from his manic Lead, Follow or Get Out of the Way mantra.

For me, he was that sailor guy who won the America’s Cup sailing races for the New York Yacht club, owner the Atlanta Braves and created CNN.

The mouth from the south but also seemed to be real if you know what I mean.

Ms. Dowd writes …

He was generous — another quality missing from many modern plutocrats. In 1996, at his friend Tom Brokaw’s urging, I called Turner to write a column on a pet peeve of his: the parsimony of fellow billionaires like Bill Gates and Warren Buffett.

Turner had, two years earlier, forked over $200 million to charity. He told me that he empathized with the fear of giving away so much money that you would fall off the Forbes 400 list of wealthiest Americans.

But he challenged his peers — or “ol’ skinflints,” as he called them — to shut down that fear and open up their purse strings.

He suggested a list focused on who did the giving rather than the having, proposing an “Ebenezer Scrooge Prize” to embarrass stingy billionaires and a “Heart of Gold Award” to honor the biggest givers.

“Scrooge felt a lot happier when he saved Tiny Tim and bought the turkey for the poor family, right?” he said. The column I wrote spurred Michael Kinsley, then the editor of Slate, a pioneering online magazine, to start the Slate 60, a list of the most generous philanthropists. The following year, he donated $1 billion to the U.N.

Now lets do some creative imagining and imagine that current man in office saying, “Scrooge felt a lot happier when he saved Tiny Tim and bought the turkey for the poor family, right?

Doesn’t work does it.