Monday, December 24, 2018

The 50th Anniversary of Space Ship Earth


On 24 December, 1968, Bill Anders took this photograph of the Earth as his spacecraft, Apollo 8 orbited the Moon. At one time, Earthrise was the most widely reproduced photograph in history (it’s probably since been overtaken by something really important: the cover of Michael Jackson’s Thriller, for example, or maybe Kim Kardashian’s behind).



As we approach the 50th anniversary of this image, it is fitting to reflect on the context in which this image appeared, how it was interpreted at the time, and what has become of the message since then.

This photo was huge for my generation. Remember, it was a time of growing awareness of the environmental disaster we were busy creating, the disaster we are still living in and still continuing to create today. 

Rachel Carson had published her landmark book, Silent Spring, six years before, raising awareness among a generation of future environmentalists of the effects of pesticides on wildlife. The following six years saw a series of mine disasters, nuclear reactor incidents, opposition to the building of certain dams, government reports, the passing of the Water Quality (1965) and Air Quality/Clear Air Acts (1967), the founding of the World Wildlife Fund, the Environmental Defense Fund and Greepeace, and the publication of Paul Erlich’s The Population Bomb.

The first Earth Day was just over a year away, and in general, the environmental movement was gaining steam, with increasing activism against corporate polluters, tree plantings, pro-environment ads on TV, sitcom references, and so on. 

And then came this photograph, taken from some 240,000 miles (386,000 km) away, which seemed to capture something both moving and spectacular: Many of us saw our planet in a new way. We saw a little blue marble with swirling white clouds, teeming with life and yet limited, confined to one remarkably small sphere. The whole wide, wonderful world could be captured in one frame. It was beautiful, and sobering at the same time.

Can you call a photograph of your own home planet "iconic"? An icon is something that stands in for something else. This image was beyond iconic: the image was the message. It spoke with reference to itself, in a language far beyond the merely visual. It was a message about the environment, rich in emotional content. We saw our home as a space ship, glorious and fragile.

A message we absolutely need to hear once again!

And to drive home the point, here is another image, taken by Voyager 1 on 14 February, 1990:


That pale blue dot in the beam of light on the left is the same planet Earth, seen from some 3.7 billion miles (5.95 x 10km) away, beyond the heliopause — the point at which our sun’s various electromagnetic fields no longer keep out cosmic radiation, effectively, the boundary of our solar system.



No one captured the message of this image better than the man who published it, the great Dr. Carl Sagan:

That’s here. That’s home. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every “superstar,” every “supreme leader,” every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there—on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

I love Dr. Sagan and his work. His vision carries just the sort  of optimism that is so sorely needed in these trying times.

As he says in his book, The Final Frontier could be both a proving ground for technologies that can help humanity, a source of important data about our place in the universe and the fragility of our little blue space ship, and a source of forward/outward thinking that just might give us a reason to cooperate so that we can cohabitate, rather than obliterate.

Unfortunately, thus far, the results have been less than spectacular — not due to any fault of the science or the technology, but because by and large, the First Worlders who have the means to help lead us toward that better future remain immersed in a wealthy stupor, while the majority who all too often lack even the means to feed themselves are too busy to notice.

But despite that, I want to say: here's to the future, the better future that Earthrise and the Pale Blue Dot call us to. Let us all wake up tomorrow or the next day, and re-dedicate ourselves to the great task before us: The revival of our planet and ourselves!

Bless you, bless you one and all!


Credits: NASA, https://solarsystem.nasa.gov/resources/536/pale-blue-dot/; quote: Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space by Carl Sagan (Ballantine Books, 1997).

Monday, December 17, 2018

Capitalist Idealism: Making the Unsustainable Look Sustainable










I saw this clip on FB from Bernie Sanders about this Republican mayor and his town in Texas. I certainly felt good — great — after watching that clip and listening to this mayor say things like, "We're at a tipping point" and "I trust the scientists in their field" and so on.
Bravo for this guy and his town, who have decided to get right with science.

But there are also larger considerations that are pretty constantly overlooked by the talking heads.

I've driven past the wind farm in the Panhandle that helps supply this town with electricity. I've seen it 6 or 8 times when traveling to New Mexico (sorry — didn't linger — it's still Texas after all). 

It's impressive, no question. In a way, it's a study in Capitalist Idealism — all those majestic turbines, turning and turning in the wind, rank upon rank marching to the horizon...and stuff like that. On one level, it's a great optic for the environmental movement in classic Modernist style. And far be it from me to stand in the way of a large-scale effort to at least address the worst of the climate change issue.

Except that it is not the worst way that Texans are contributing to the problem, and while it is good for the environment in the short term...a) I can understand why some locals resist them: oil was so much more...discrete; and b) it's ultimately just another way to make the unsustainable look sustainable.

Look, the science shows that the biggest single contributor to carbon emissions is not oil or energy production or the automobile. It's the beef industry. Hands down. It's responsible for around 40% of the carbon emissions globally (not to mention deforestation and its attendant impact on biodiversity, water use and the carbon-cost of transporting all that meat around the country and across the globe).*

And who is bigger on steaks than Texans? It's practically their nom de guerre. Can I hear an amen?

Moreover, it takes lots of resources to make those wind turbines and solar panels. Lots of stuff, like various metals and minerals (some of them mined in the developing world, which is not without complicated impacts on those places), and plastics (made from the very petroleum the windmill is trying to wean us off of!), energy that may or may not be produced "sustainably", and water. Lots of water, that then has to be reclaimed at further expense in resources.

And the t-bone of the steak: What does it mean to have "sustainable energy" propping up what is ultimately an unsustainable way of life? American (and, coming soon to your environmental neighborhood, Chinese) super-consumption is what is really really killing the planet.

Reliance on fossil fuels is merely one unsustainable Russian doll tucked inside a much larger one that itself is untenable. 

Don't get me wrong: renewable energy sources are a huge step forward (whether it is in time to save a livable environment remains to be seen). But the bigger picture is the one that Americans are simply refusing to look at, the press are refusing to cover, and politicians are refusing to address. Talking about this is not merely forbidden, it is almost impossible, given the discursive power of Capitalist Idealism: 

We cannot go on consuming 40%+ of the world's resources with just 5% or 6% of the world's population!

THAT is the definition of unsustainable. THAT is the issue that dwarfs all others in the contest over saving the environment. It's a killer, both politically and practically.

And I'm waiting for a politician or anyone in the mainstream of the fourth estate to take this up as a rallying cry.

Don't hold your breath. We're not there, yet. Will we get there in time?



*




Image credit: https://medium.com/@ianaltosaar/how-i-ruined-my-thoughts-with-only-thinking-like-a-capitalist-d656b9a0f482

Saturday, December 15, 2018

A Parable (for Homework)


A while back I attended an information session at the College for a new classroom management system (let THAT concept sink in for a moment). It’s called Top Hat. Now, of course, since FB (and therefore the entire Internet) knows everything important about Mee, I get regular ads from them in my news feed. I guess I need to be reminded where we are now, in the 21stcentury.


A top hat.
So Top Hat is kind of a ramped-up Clicker system, where you can poll students, take attendance, pop-quiz ‘em, facilitate group work, make ‘em buy a ticket to get out of the goddamn lecture hall, and order your lunch — all using a system that links to the technology they literally already have at hand: their mobiles.*


It’s billed as a way to turn your lectures into TED Talks, to add ting-zing to your classroom, to improve your personality, and in general to join the march to the Land of All-Screens-All-the-Time. So they pitch to me with factoids** like: “87% of students say” Top Hat is a great way to use your phone while in class. And “59% of students report” being completely disengaged with their entire lives, let alone with their professors. And stuff like that.


A sugar donut
Of course, this is all supported by other factoids produced by the usual round of well-intentioned people with Doctorates in Nothing, who, not content with littering the English language with pseudo-technical argot (such as student learning outcome as a replacement for knowledge and knowledge delivery system, that is, teaching), and having already ruined high school by selling college, persist in asserting the uselessness of “lecture” in the face of “modern” students’ alleged inability to process verbal information in chunks larger than a donut.



Pythagoras...
not wearing a top hat.
The fact that the biology of learning has not changed at all since Socrates seems to have escaped these experts, whether by virtue of their having been educated into ignorance, or for more dubious reasons. In the end, lousy teaching is lousy teaching, and great teachers are born, not made. No collection of gewgaws will ever change these facts.



Although my inclination is rather more ludic than Ludditic, I am nevertheless reminded of the story of the man who decided it was time to reinvent the wheel. He thought, “This thing has worked for thousands of years, but there has got to be a better way to do it! Times have changed. We need new solutions to these old problems. The wheel just doesn’t cut it anymore.”


The Calendar of the Maya
No top hats here, either

So he worked hard and long. He began by studying Ancient Greek and Egyptian and Persian, so that he could consult the True Wisdom of the Eight Sages and the insights of Pythagoras, and of pseudo-Pythagoras and of al-Khwarizmi the Golden. He also enlisted an archaeologist to help him learn the Inner Meaning of the Calendar of the Maya (just in case).




A Great Physicist of Modern Times
and Khwarizmi the Golden,
neither of them wearing a top hat.
Not content with all that, he then gathered what he could of the Collected Wisdom of the Nine Great Physicists of Modern Times and the Four Behaviorists and the Neo-Behaviorists, consulted the works of the leading Doctors of Everything Known and Unknown, and studied in detail the life of Nikola Tesla…not to mention the entire library of Isaac Asimov!


He even went to a psychic. And a psychiatrist (just in case).



Isaac Asimov
not wearing a top hat, either
He tried all sorts of new shapes and materials and geometric formulas.


He kept at it and burnt the midnight oil and put his nose to the grindstone and burnt the candle at both ends. In short, he put his all into the effort. 





And in the end, he did it! His perseverance had paid off. He found that, low and behold, he had indeed reinvented the wheel. It was round and beautiful and completely functional. Exactly as functional, in fact, as it had ever been. 

And he considered it an astounding success, to boot.

And the moral of this story is: If you lose your keys in the front yard, it makes no sense to look for them in the kitchen, even if the light is better there.



A gentleman wearing a top hat.
Did he reinvent the wheel?

* One recent ad from them says exactly that: “Students already have their phones in their hands, they are probably looking at them in class, so why not turn that into something useful.” (sic.) It’s called an excuse that’s worse than the crime!

** factoid (n) a curious North American neologism, modeled on android (which refers to a machine designed to look like a human…think Commander Data), and humanoid(an animal that looks like a human) – the important point being that neither is, in fact, a human. Hence: factoid.




Image credits:
https://devils-dozen.com/product/cinnamon-sugar/ - https://www.shoes.com/scala-wf571-victorian-tall-top-hat/771383 - https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/203707.Pythagoras - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Hawking - https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Al-Khwarizmi.jpg - https://www.pinterest.com/pin/354165958180734883/ - http://www.victoriana.com/Mens-Clothing/tophats.htm

Sunday, December 9, 2018

The ONLY Ad Campaign Worth Following, All Year Round



Yeah, I know. 

A lot of people don’t like her. They don’t like her art or her music. They think it’s self-indulgent. As if that mattered.

They think, “She broke up the Beatles”. As if that mattered.

They don’t like the way she has managed her husband’s estate and legacy. As if that mattered.

They think she’s old or passé or quaint or irrelevant. As if any of that mattered.

But unlike nearly everyone in their generation of celebrities, she and her husband devoted their very considerable public presence and name recognition to single-mindedly promoting a message about making the world better now. Not tomorrow. Now.

I have no doubt that lots and lots of others, in that generation and after, have given tons of money to worthy causes. I’m sure of it. But John and Yoko made their celebrity itself synonymous with the message: Stop war. Give peace a chance.

They made that their legacy, and we should honor that by getting behind it. Today and every day.

You don’t have to like the Beatles. You don’t have to like John Lennon or his music. Or Yoko. You don't have to be Liberal or Conservative or White or Black or Brown or an Atheist or a Buddhist...You don’t even have to like music.

You only have to care. It's simple!

War Is Over (if you want it) is about your mind. Change your mind and you change your world. Change your world, and you help me change mine. Together, we start changing this whole mess into a garden. But it doesn’t work if you don’t participate.

I don’t know how you will choose peace over war. I can’t tell you how to change your mind.

Maybe you’ll tell yourself, first thing tomorrow morning and every morning after that: I want all violence to stop today!

Maybe you'll run away from violence wherever you see it. Tune it out, or, if you think you have nowhere to run...run anyway!

Maybe you’ll put a sign on the dashboard of your car, so that you’ll see it every time you get in: War is over, if you want it!

Maybe you’ll put the message on your bathroom mirror, so that you’ll see it every time you shave or brush your teeth or comb your hair or put on your makeup.

Maybe you’ll stop a moment and talk to someone you don’t know. Someone you think you don’t or won’t like. Someone you are afraid of. A homeless person. A migrant worker who just picked the strawberries you will eat tomorrow. A teenager running away from herself. The cashier at the local gas station. A Republican. A Democrat. An Independent. Someone who doesn’t vote at all. And you won’t talk about politics or religion or any of that crap.

Maybe you’ll just slow down for a moment, turn off the screen and tune into the sky or a tree or a bird or a raindrop or the moon.

When we alienate from our moments, we become afraid and alienate from ourselves. When we alienate from ourselves, we become afraid and alienate from each other. When we alienate from each other, we become afraid and alienate from the world we live in.

We really really do have nothing to fear but fear itself, as FDR so beautifully put it.

And that is how the violence begins. And by “violence” I also mean “neglect”. Neglect is just as violent as punching someone in the mouth. Only you’re punching them where it hurts a lot more: you are punching them in the life. You are punching them in the food they won’t eat todayYou punch them in the house that the authorities just bulldozed because it was "inconvenient". You’re punching them in the childhood or old age or infirmity that you allow to be starved or poisoned or blown up or ruined

The war is in you. The environment is in you. The sky is in you. Your mind is in you. Your heart is in you. Only you can change these things.

It’s all the same ugliness, the same alienation, the same fear. It's all of a piece, and not of a peace.

But in the end, you must — YOU MUST — do everything you can to resist and release the mentality that causes war, because it’s the same mentality that is killing our environment!

If we do not…well, the planet will continue just fine without us for another 2 or 3 billion years. Plenty of time for another sentient species to evolve to replace us. 

So thank you, Yoko, for your dedication to the only message worth spreading!





Picture credits:
http://imaginepeace.com/warisover/
https://www.elsewhere.co.nz/othervoicesotherrooms/7118/guest-writer-madeline-bocaro-sees-yoko-ono-go-jazz-in-new-york-city/
https://www.mirror.co.uk/3am/celebrity-news/yoko-ono-given-song-writing-10629307

Monday, December 3, 2018

The Narrative, Amnesia and the Future of the Nation

A country without a memory is a country of madmen.
- George Santayana

A country without a history is a country that never existed.
- Willem Picter

***

In the Soviet Union, they referred to it (unofficially, of course) as rehabilitation. That’s what happened when officials who had run afoul of whatever the current policy was in the Kremlin were first ejected from power and spent some time excluded from public view (sometimes they were shot), but then had their names brought back into respectability, as the winds of state ideology changed. According to Solzhenitsyn, one could gauge who was ascendant in the corridors of power by observing which disgraced officials appeared in news reports. It was, apparently, a bit like reading tea leaves. But if you were good at it, that might be the difference between finding (or keeping) a decent job and a life of one’s own personal exile.

Of course, it is not quite like that in America today. Everyone knows that we have a lot more respect for truth than they did in the Soviet Union. After all, communism has been relegated to the slag-heap of history, while capitalism remains triumphant on a global scale. Trumpism and McCarthyism aside, full frontal assaults on collective memory have been comparatively rare in American history. Because we’re the greatest country ever. Etc.

No, a much more elegant (and efficient) system has developed over the years, especially since the coup of 1963. Rather than crudely deleting people and events, which is messy and too frequently entails the need to revive and rehabilitate, which confuses the hell out of those who have actual memories, the more effective method has become a two-pronged strategy.


The Coup of 1963
The foundation of the strategy has been in place for most of American history: American exceptionalism. To paraphrase (with an appropriate level of broken grammar): 

Because the Land of the Free always has We-the-People’s best interest at heart, and because we are entirely unlike any country in history ever, whatever America does, even when it is wrong, is right.

This is The Narrative, the ideal, an extreme that probably does not reflect any but the most nationalistic of Americans’ view of things. To quote Barry Goldwater, “Extremism in defense of virtue is no vice.”

Nevertheless, most of us living above poverty (a shrinking number, to be sure) still have one or more subtle versions of this gospel in the back of our minds, persistently arguing against seeing things more realistically. The implanting of The Narrative begins, of course, quite young. If you are culturally Middleclasswhite, to avoid it completely you would have to have never spent any time in a school and entirely avoided television, radio and motion pictures. Newspapers = OK. Any books that might be read in a school = OK. Even in first grade, you have to stand and pledge allegiance to the flag (a ritual invented by Francis Bellamy, of Mount Morris, NY, who created it in order to sell American flags).


Pledging allegiance, ca. 1941
To challenge The Narrative is pretty much unthinkable…unless there is someone there in your life at a young age planting the seeds of reasonable doubt: Actual facts. Otherwise, the climb out of the hole requires a huge effort, one that most Americans have proven themselves unwilling to undertake. And who can blame them, after all? As long as there is another house to aspire to owning, another TV to buy, another new car to show off, who would want to walk away from all that? Because of course, as we all know, no one in the world is as free, happy or generous as we are. That’s a given. And powerful. We mustn’t forget powerful.

If you are culturally Non-Middleclasswhite, you probably have had Doubt planted much earlier and much more deeply. Chances are you have seen with your own eyes clear evidence that contradicts some portion of The Narrative. If you have been incarcerated, especially for an offense that a Middleclasswhite person would never even have been arrested for (which happens a lot), you are more likely to understand how Power and Privilege actually work in this country. Likewise, if someone you love was shot by police for doing nothing, or died from a curable illness, or if your circumstances compelled you to spend time in the military destroying someone else’s country, you are more likely to have had The Narrative undermined — even despite your military indoctrination, which stands to a great degree on The Narrative, after all.

I myself have found a remarkable number of people from circumstances just described who nevertheless freely recite important elements of The Narrative anyway. That’s part of what’s so wonderful about it: It’s aspirational.

From the perspective of The Narrative, the Non-Middleclasswhite, the incarcerated, the veteran, and others, are all irrelevant since they do not represent The Narrative. They are outliers, lazy, malcontents, lowlife, intellectuals and, worst of all, potential socialists. They can therefore be marginalized, discounted, ignored. It’s as if they don’t exist, even in their own minds! 

The Narrative is a self-fulfilling prophecy, the primordial Yankee tautology, the glorious defining of self out of existence. (If you are a veteran who has earned Doubt, the pressure to renounce it is particularly intense: to speak out against The Narrative is to betray, not just “your country,” but also your buddies who “gave all.” To retain independent thought in that situation takes a special kind of courage.)

In a way, it’s beautiful. At once both elegant and effective. The apotheosis of American Ingenuity. The Ultimate Engineering Project: The Engineering of Minds!

And it worked for a long, long time. Most of the time since the Civil War, I suppose, with occasional interruptions of discontent when things got really bad “down below”. Some practical adjustments had to be made in the 1930s. But then, as has often been the case, there was a war conveniently available to realign everyone to The Narrative.


An assault on the Narrative, ca. 1967
But in the last decades of the 20th century, the power of The Narrative began to be eclipsed. Consensus Reality began to intrude, to assert itself as it will always eventually do. It probably began with the Youth Revolution and its assault on the Vietnam War from the mid-60s on. Too many people came back too messed up and too confused by what they had experienced. The War wasn’t working. Also, some Middleclasswhite people began to manipulate brain chemistry in ways that made the absurdity of The Narrative more and more obvious to them. It was a dangerous, critical time for The Narrative.





But fortunately for the Administrators of The Narrative, the coup of 1963 had already happened. As shocking as that event was, and despite all efforts to attack the Official Story of that murder, it remained possible to sow doubt about those who would gainsay The Narrative. The coverup was leaky as hell, and yet it still held just enough water for most lazy-thinking people in the general public glued to their televisions. And it was reiterated so authoritatively in nearly all forms of media, that anyone who might challenge the official story (and by implication, The Narrative) could be labeled a conspiracy theorist and be lumped together in the public imagination with people who believe in Little Green Men.


Some Little Green Men
The Kennedy and King assassinations, and their attendant coverups, were proving grounds for a new approach to maintaining The Narrative. The second phase: if the facts are too inconvenient, ignore them! Don't just lie, lie big! It doesn’t have to work forever, only long enough for a critical mass of the public to stop caring about it. This was a great and most excellent insight: 

Progress has made the individual’s attention span so short, and the endless parade of Shiny New Things so extravagant, that the Engineering of Amnesia can continue apace.

Moreover (and this is a more recent and especially pernicious development), the demands of the economy itself can be used to tamp down Doubt. Nowadays, there are probably as many people who would indeed challenge The Narrative, but don't because they are too busy working to devote the energy to exploring the truth. The facts are there, in public view. Never more so than now, in the era of the global information web. 

But so many people in this country who in previous decades would have had some leisure time — people called in the quaint language of a bygone era The Joneses— no longer do. They are trapped in "good jobs" that year by year cover less and less of their needs, forcing them to work longer hours, for less renumeration when compared to the growth of the economy itself. The single breadwinner has given way to the two-income household, the Used-to-Haves, and they watch the prospects for "a better life for the kids" dwindle as more and more of the product of their labor is sucked up into the top half a percent of the wealthy. 

Everybody's working; there's no time for thinking. Facts no longer matter. There is only fear and outrage...but no time to figure out who is to blame.

It’s not sustainable, of course. Progress isn’t sustainable. But that doesn’t matter. If the situation ever becomes so bad that Progress itself is undermined, the game is over, anyway. And who knows? Perhaps a new approach to maintaining The Narrative will be concocted, despite it all. Some day. If it’s ever needed. The tools refined for the assassination coverups may have been the most important inventions in American history.

The Administrators of The Narrative also had the good fortune that the so-called Mainstream Press had already been sold on The Narrative. Even allowing for a little bit of simpering discontent now and then, The Narrative could still be reinforced through managing perceptionsSpinInfotainment. It doesn’t have to work forever, only long enough for a critical mass of the public to stop caring.

And by and large, the “legitimate” press could be relied upon, not to speak truth to power, but to collaborate with their own deception. Their careers are on the line, after all. Who cares about reputations? Reputation is simply part of the engineering of The Narrative.

Any journalists who disobey, any historians who insist on exploring things that would cast serious doubt on The Narrative, can be ignored — even by their colleagues. They are outliers, lazy, malcontents, lowlife, ivory-tower intellectuals and, worst of all, socialists.

A leading advocate
for the Narrative
So for every Michael Moore movie, the press can be counted on to put some boob like Gerald Posner on air to obfuscate, and to reiterate The Narrative. There’s always The History Channel. For every scandal like the Iran-Contra Affair, Congress can be counted on to put some creature like Oliver North on stage to wrap himself in the flag and thereby derail the investigation. We have already seen that the flag itself is part of The Narrative. Challenge The Narrative, and you are challenging the flag, a phenomenon Colin Kaepernick understands all too well.

And the press could be counted on never, ever to ask obvious questions. If they do, they can justly be ignored as irrelevant: they are not doing their jobs — they are challenging The Narrative, not reiterating it. Just mention it and move on to real news, because everything on the weird end of town is irrelevant.

The 37th POTUS*
And this is how monsters in high office get rehabilitated in America. Not through ham-handed, Soviet-style rehabilitation. In America, you cannot just start talking about some monster as if he never was a monster. There is no way to rehabilitate a monster in America. But for the important people, the string-pullers, the faces that are actually visible, you don’t have to, because despite anything they actually did, they never were monsters in the first place. Everything has been sanitized, for your protection, and the bodies hidden off-camera. Maybe such creatures made a mistake, here and there, but they upheld The Narrative in good faith. How could they possibly be monsters?

The 40th POTUS**
To say they are, is to imply that America somehow does wrong things. That we cannot keep our own house clean. And if that were true, what will become of us? Will we join the Soviet Union in the slag-heap of history?

Although some monsters get rehabilitated in this way during their lifetimes, we see it most clearly when Legal Criminals die: Americans can be counted on to forget whatever actual, doubt-inspiring facts they might accidentally have been exposed to. The Narrative abides. There are no monsters in the corridors of power.

The 41st POTUS***
And that is fortunate, since who knows what we would do with ourselves if ever there were? Why, then we would be no better than a banana republic! That’s simply not possible, under The Narrative.



* Among his achievements: conniving with the South Vietnamese to prolong the War long enough to prevent LBJ from inking a cease-fire and winning the election of 1968 for Hubert Humphrey; bombing Hanoi on Christmas; expanding the war into Laos and Cambodia in order to stop the North Vietnamese from winning the one in Vietnam; helping to stage a coup in Chile that killed the duly elected president and brought in an era of "disappearances" under the dictator, Pinochet.
** Among his achievements: conniving with Iran, an enemy of the US, to keep hostages locked up until the election of 1980, thus preventing an "October Surprise" by Jimmy Carter that would have won him the election; subverting the will of the people, as expressed by Congress cutting off funding for the terrorist Contras in Nicaragua, by selling missiles to that same enemy, Iran, to fund the Contras illegally; supporting the Contras' terror war against the duly elected government of Nicaragua; supporting the terror war against opponents of the Somosa regime in El Salvador; doubling the deficit by cutting taxes while spending hundreds of billions on an arms race that doomed an already-doomed Soviet Union; spending billions of dollars on a fantasy "Star Wars" missile defense system that never produced anything but profits for companies like Raytheon; creating not one, but two economic bubbles that burst and produced huge economic recessions during and after his presidency; appointing Antonin Scalia, one of the SCOTUS' most insanely reactionary justices ever; cutting unemployment benefits, food stamps, school lunch programs and Medicaid; sucking billions out of the economy through deregulation that led to the savings and loan scandal; gutting the EPA to feed wealthy backers in the petroleum and other industries; the War on Drugs the Black Community and poor people in Latin America.
***Among his achievements: Clarence Thomas; NAFTA; giving Saddam Hussein nod-and-wink approval to invade Kuwait, and then launching what was to be a 20+ year war against Iraq, which included child-killing sanctions, massive destruction of the country's infrastructure, and then eventually an outright invasion out of pique that shattered the fragile balance of power in the Middle East (Just think about all the shit that came from the war against Iraq: US troops stationed in Saudi Arabia became a propaganda coup for Bin Laden and a spur to the formation of al-Qa'ida; the eventual destruction of Iraq by GHWB's son, W, facilitated the rise of ISIS and the Syrian Civil War and produced a trillion-dollar boondoggle for military contractors. It is no exaggeration to say that all by himself, GHWB precipitated the lethal and chaotic developments of the 21st century in the Middle East).


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https://listverse.com/2016/11/27/10-intriguing-newspaper-reports-of-little-green-men/
https://www.washingtonexaminer.com/30-years-ago-today-richard-nixon-wrote-a-letter-to-trump-predicting-success-in-politics
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronald_Reagan
https://krtv.com/news/2018/11/30/former-president-george-h-w-bush-has-died/