A good friend's Facebook thread on Trump recently included this plea by a friend of his: "I appreciate and respect your perspective but I support Trump - why is it not ok to support him? We agree to disagree."
No, it's not OK to hold any opinion just because it's yours. So called "opinions" that fly in the face of facts are not "OK".
I think there has been a flight to opinion as the ultimate defense of thought that defies logic. More and more I hear this line of argument: "Well, that's just my opinion so we'll have to agree to disagree." Climate change is not a matter of opinion. The age of the universe is not a matter of opinion. Believing in creationism isn't a matter of opinion.
Preferring cubism over Impressionism is a matter of opinion. But you cannot just say you support Trump in the face of overwhelming evidence of him being unfit to serve, fold your verbal arms over your chest and say, "well, I respect your perspective, but I still support him--why is it not ok to support him?" It's not "ok" because your argument for giving him the top job leading the free world fails the test of logic and reason again and again and again.
I'm not railing again Trump (this time). I'm railing against this lame retreat from reason to the "opinion defense." Everyone is entitled to her opinion, ergo if I label a fact-based decision as "my opinion" I can make uncomfortable facts disappear faster than Samantha on Bewitched. Too often I hear people retreat to this cozy fact-free garrison when their "feelings" clash with reality.
If, on the other hand, the friend-of-a-friend I quote above holds that,"Well, Trump has no qualifications traditionally possessed by Presidents, but I think it's time we shift from an internationalist, globalized economy back to the isolationist policy that guided us though the early 20th Century...and I think we need to deport 11 million illegal immigrants and build a wall on the southern border al la The Great Wall of China from millennia ago...so that's why I support Trump", I'd respect his position.
So no, it's not "ok" to cast your vote for a candidate because your opinion told you so. That's cool if you're buying a suit or a movie ticket. But the sacred duty of voting for your elected representatives requires you to marshal reason and logic and rationality. Leave your opinions for art. Politics is reality and reality demands you face facts head-on.
Thursday, June 30, 2016
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
News Media Hellscape
Lately I've noticed a lot of finger pointing at the news media for the rise Der Fuhrer Trump. The argument goes that the media has failed to properly grill Drumpf on the details of his proposals, his flip-flops, his hate speech, and on and on.
The flaw in that logic is this: news media is now a business. Journalism is now a business. Les Moonves said it best on February 29, 2016 when referring to The Donald Duck's candidacy, "It may not be good for America, but it's damn good for CBS."
Edward R Murrow and Walter Cronkite have been dead and gone for a long time. With the rise of the Internet as the place voters turn for news has come the abandonment of journalism. Who needs to pay smart people to interpret complex issues when I can just check my Facebook wall for the wisdom of my college roommate's brother? He's got internet access, he must know what's going on. Media outlets practicing authentic, true, unadulterated journalism are as rare as high school students learning Latin. Audience, ratings, followers, and subscriptions are all that matter in the hellscape that passes for modern news coverage. (Note: Journalism historically was supported by a paying audience and advertisers. The Internet has vacuumed away both leaving journalism to run on the vapors of public funding or the largess of philanthropy.)

Now all that sounds very cynical, I know, but I had a front row seat to the collapse of a true journalistic institution that served America well since the 1920's: NEWSWEEK. I sold advertising in the last issue. The cover read #LASTPRINTISSUE. That institution collapsed because they refused to abandon journalism so advertisers and readers abandoned them.
That experience, preceded by 25 years in the print and online media world taught me these lessons. This is why the only place you'll find authentic journalism (liberal or conservative or centrist) is through outlets that don't have to depend upon market support for survival such as NPR/PBS or BBC. (And don't point to the WSJ; their readers, by and large, get their companies to pay for their subscriptions because it's a "must read" for business.) However, if the scourge of a Trump presidency is visited upon our great nation, I'd expect him to disappear NPR in short order. Why fund public journalism? Let the market decide. They're doing a bang-up job already!
That experience, preceded by 25 years in the print and online media world taught me these lessons. This is why the only place you'll find authentic journalism (liberal or conservative or centrist) is through outlets that don't have to depend upon market support for survival such as NPR/PBS or BBC. (And don't point to the WSJ; their readers, by and large, get their companies to pay for their subscriptions because it's a "must read" for business.) However, if the scourge of a Trump presidency is visited upon our great nation, I'd expect him to disappear NPR in short order. Why fund public journalism? Let the market decide. They're doing a bang-up job already!
Saturday, May 7, 2016
My Mom said...
My Mom said…
Date tall women if you’re a tall man.
Wash your hands before dinner.
Wash your hands after you use the bathroom.
Take a bath at night.
Don’t bite your nails.
My Mom said…
Enjoy eating.
Learn to cook.
Eat Swiss chard.
When picking a partner, find someone who makes you laugh.
Cook things you and your partner like to eat.
Never stop romancing her.
Never stop romancing him.
Stay on pitch.
Tell the truth, but if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all.
My Mom said…
Read books.
Practice every day for 20 minutes. Preferably music.
Tend to your relationship with God.
Raise a pet; dogs, fish, snakes, cats, doesn’t matter.
Have children.
Love those children and your partner as if your life depends on it.
Make enough money by working hard to take care of yourself, your partner, and your children, and then a little bit more, just in case.
My Mom said…
Go camping.
Play a competitive team sport when you’re young.
Play sports when you’re older, even if you’re competing with yourself.
Take care of your joints.
Don’t drink too much.
Don’t smoke.
Stand up straight.
If something makes you angry, get mad; then move on.
Get your teeth, eyes, and body checked by a doctor once a year.
Know your body; listen to it, and like it.
My Mom said…
Sing in a choir.
Respect your parents.
Fear no one, not even your parents.
Put something in the basket at church, or into the donation bin
behind the library.
The teacher is right. But if he’s not, work with him and the school directly to fix it.
Keep your eyes on the road when you’re driving.
Pack sandwiches.
Play games with your family.
Do jigsaw puzzles.
My Mom said…
Do manual labor, especially if you get paid to think.
Do yard work.
Plant a garden and eat from it.
Learn to play an instrument well enough that you’ll play for your own enjoyment as well as others’.
Go to college and live on campus.
Get a live Christmas tree.
Send birthday cards to the people in your family.
Don’t spend too much on a gift but don’t get something cheap.
Buy good quality clothes and take care of them.
Don’t lose your jacket.
My Mom said…
When disciplining children, speak quietly. A look, a cluck, or a finger may do more than words.
Boys, treat girls and women as special. They are. They made you.
Go to live performances as often as you can afford to.
Don’t give a standing ovation for a mediocre performance, even if it’s your child’s.
Breastfeed. But don’t overdo it.
Keep meeting new people.
Speak your mind.
Make the effort to visit friends or family when it’s important to you.
My Mom said…
Explore America.
Explore Europe.
Learn to vacation.
Take a nap.
Don’t waste time.
Be still.
Listen.
Smile.
My eulogy for my Mom, who died on August 6, 2014.
Date tall women if you’re a tall man.
Wash your hands before dinner.
Wash your hands after you use the bathroom.
Take a bath at night.
Don’t bite your nails.
My Mom said…
Enjoy eating.
Learn to cook.
Eat Swiss chard.
When picking a partner, find someone who makes you laugh.
Cook things you and your partner like to eat.
Never stop romancing her.
Never stop romancing him.
Stay on pitch.
Tell the truth, but if you can’t say anything nice don’t say anything at all.
My Mom said…
Read books.
Practice every day for 20 minutes. Preferably music.
Tend to your relationship with God.
Raise a pet; dogs, fish, snakes, cats, doesn’t matter.
Have children.
Love those children and your partner as if your life depends on it.
Make enough money by working hard to take care of yourself, your partner, and your children, and then a little bit more, just in case.
My Mom said…
Go camping.
Play a competitive team sport when you’re young.
Play sports when you’re older, even if you’re competing with yourself.
Take care of your joints.
Don’t drink too much.
Don’t smoke.
Stand up straight.
If something makes you angry, get mad; then move on.
Get your teeth, eyes, and body checked by a doctor once a year.
Know your body; listen to it, and like it.
My Mom said…
Sing in a choir.
Respect your parents.
Fear no one, not even your parents.
Put something in the basket at church, or into the donation bin
behind the library.
The teacher is right. But if he’s not, work with him and the school directly to fix it.
Keep your eyes on the road when you’re driving.
Pack sandwiches.
Play games with your family.
Do jigsaw puzzles.
My Mom said…
Do manual labor, especially if you get paid to think.
Do yard work.
Plant a garden and eat from it.
Learn to play an instrument well enough that you’ll play for your own enjoyment as well as others’.
Go to college and live on campus.
Get a live Christmas tree.
Send birthday cards to the people in your family.
Don’t spend too much on a gift but don’t get something cheap.
Buy good quality clothes and take care of them.
Don’t lose your jacket.
My Mom said…
When disciplining children, speak quietly. A look, a cluck, or a finger may do more than words.
Boys, treat girls and women as special. They are. They made you.
Go to live performances as often as you can afford to.
Don’t give a standing ovation for a mediocre performance, even if it’s your child’s.
Breastfeed. But don’t overdo it.
Keep meeting new people.
Speak your mind.
Make the effort to visit friends or family when it’s important to you.
My Mom said…
Explore America.
Explore Europe.
Learn to vacation.
Take a nap.
Don’t waste time.
Be still.
Listen.
Smile.
My eulogy for my Mom, who died on August 6, 2014.
Monday, February 29, 2016
GOP Betrays Reagan
Today's GOP has betrayed its most venerated modern-day icon: Ronald Reagan. Whether it's Trump building big, beautiful walls. or Cruz or Rubio talking about crackdowns on illegal immigration, no one in a leadership sounds anything like the President they all like to invoke as their party's hero. Watch this and then explain to me how today's GOP can square their position on immigration with the Gipper's?
Who knew I'd pine for the days of Reagan. What's happened to the party of Lincoln? One in three Republican voters say they'd pick Trump if the primary was today. One third agree with the man endorsed by former KKK Grand Wizard David Duke. One in three Americans back the guy who quotes Mussolini. WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT??
Who knew I'd pine for the days of Reagan. What's happened to the party of Lincoln? One in three Republican voters say they'd pick Trump if the primary was today. One third agree with the man endorsed by former KKK Grand Wizard David Duke. One in three Americans back the guy who quotes Mussolini. WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT??
Thursday, January 7, 2016
My Dad sent me this today.
It got me to thinking about who the Federal government helps most. So I looked up the states who get the most help from the Federal government (ie, me). An article from The Atlantic citing independent analysis is here. But to summarize, here are the top 10 States ranked as most dependent on Federal dollars as a ratio of Federal Income tax paid by each state. These are ranked in order of "receive most/pay in least":
1. SC
2. NC
3. FL
4. LA
5. AL
6. HI
7. MS
8. NM
9. KY
10. WV
The colors show which states are solid red, light red, blue, light blue, or purple based on how they've voted in the last 4 Presidential elections. That data came from here. But if you want the color key, here it is:
Summary of results of the 2000, 2004, 2008, and 2012 presidential elections:
States carried by the Republican in all four elections
States carried by the Republican in three of the four elections
States carried by each party twice in the four elections
States carried by the Democrat in three of the four elections
States carried by the Democrat in all four elections
If this analysis is right, 7 of the top 10 States getting more help -- in terms of Federal aid -- from the government than they're contributing via Federal income tax, are voting for Republican Presidents most or all of the time over the last 4 races. Three of these states are blue, light blue, or purple,meaning they're voting for Democratic Presidents all, most, or half the time.
SO, I agree with the Gipper to a great extent. But it seems his Republican disciples in SC, NC, LA, AL, MS, KY, and WV are all hat and no saddle.
Monday, November 24, 2014
Vox, Velocity and Vectors Vaults to Victory
I was treated to an amazing performance at Dickinson College on Saturday night when I attended a joint performance mounted by the music and dance departments. The evening drew together modern minimalist music from Philip Glass and others, piercing light show visuals creatively projected on the black main drape, and helium balloons. Taken together I found myself at turns gasping, laughing, and scratching my head.
Sometimes we were in deep space as depicted above. In this piece the dancernaut may well have been working alongside Anne Hathaway in Interstellar for her ability to move across the stage untethered from Earth's gravity.
Later we attended a cocktail party that viscerally captured the social energy, awkwardness, venom, and gayety one often experiences when music and adult refreshments mingle. When the twirling dancer above was slain by the party at the close I jolted in my seat at her sudden demise.
But my favorite piece came at the conclusion with the homage to one of my childhood favorites, The Red Balloon.
We were shown this movie year in and year out when I was in elementary school. The entire school was brought together to journey with a young boy and his red balloon through the streets of Paris. No words are spoken yet we come to love the boy, his balloon, and their friendship. Here the dancers evoked that same feeling with the help of real red helium balloons as one dancer discovered, selected, and eventually lost her red balloon. The emotions from the whole movie were beautifully evoked transporting me to my primary school in suburban Philadelphia, circa 1973.
Were it not for my intrepid freshman daughter, Carrie Gillespie, my son -- her twin, Ben -- and I would never have spent such an luscious evening surrounded by light, music, energy, and emotion all showered upon us by the amazing talent on display at Dickinson's Mathers Theater last Saturday night. For more on the performance, go here.
Thanks to everyone in the performance. Bravo!
Sometimes we were in deep space as depicted above. In this piece the dancernaut may well have been working alongside Anne Hathaway in Interstellar for her ability to move across the stage untethered from Earth's gravity.
Later we attended a cocktail party that viscerally captured the social energy, awkwardness, venom, and gayety one often experiences when music and adult refreshments mingle. When the twirling dancer above was slain by the party at the close I jolted in my seat at her sudden demise.
But my favorite piece came at the conclusion with the homage to one of my childhood favorites, The Red Balloon.
We were shown this movie year in and year out when I was in elementary school. The entire school was brought together to journey with a young boy and his red balloon through the streets of Paris. No words are spoken yet we come to love the boy, his balloon, and their friendship. Here the dancers evoked that same feeling with the help of real red helium balloons as one dancer discovered, selected, and eventually lost her red balloon. The emotions from the whole movie were beautifully evoked transporting me to my primary school in suburban Philadelphia, circa 1973.
Were it not for my intrepid freshman daughter, Carrie Gillespie, my son -- her twin, Ben -- and I would never have spent such an luscious evening surrounded by light, music, energy, and emotion all showered upon us by the amazing talent on display at Dickinson's Mathers Theater last Saturday night. For more on the performance, go here.
Thanks to everyone in the performance. Bravo!
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
When random is calculated
This report from today's Dallas Morning News carried the jump page headline, "KC killings called quick, random". The online version doesn't have the jump page so this headline doesn't appear here. But trust me, it is in the print version today, April 15, 2014. Click here and read the story if you want to know why I wrote the letter below to the Editor of this award-winning paper:
Who defines "random" as "calculated"?
Your jump page headline of the Cross killings grossly misleads readers at best, and at worst it frames his calculated, heinous slayings as unpredictable, chance events that could have happened to anyone anywhere.
The report chronicles Cross's lifelong anti-Semitism, bigotry, and fanatical devotion to the twisted ideology of white supremacy. When he went to the Jewish Community Center to hunt and kill Jews he was taking the next step in his lifelong quest. How can you describe this story as "random" just because a local cop used the word?
I'm from Boston, birthplace of ideas like the 2nd Amendment. I suspect and fear that the Texas tilt towards gun rights quietly bends your word choice to promote notions like, "Hey, well, you can't outlaw crazy; look how he randomly killed his victims?" when in fact Cross was hunting Jews. Change the headline to "Jews hunted down" and next you'll have to consider the fact that the Founders enshrined our right to bear long rifles that took several minutes to load and fire one shot that usually missed its target...not the right to bear the military-grade hardware Cross so loved.
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