Operation Epstein Distraction II is underway. The “very stable genius” and the man who ended seven… no, make that eight, wars, has now destabilized the entire Middle East. Because allegedly Iran was a week away from nukes. Even though the aforementioned very stable genius claimed that he “totally obliterated” their nuclear program about eight months ago. Those Iranian scientists are quite industrious — maybe we should get them to work on lowering the price of groceries, or the cost of U.S. healthcare, or on releasing all of the Epstein files.
Here are some great questions:
There’s not a plan. There’s never a plan. Only greed, revenge, ego trips. Elect a person with the impulse control of a toddler and this is what you get. This is what we get. This is what soldiers are dying for…
Here are some more points to ponder:
#5 is the most salient. Wars are easy to start and hard to stop.
Have we learned nothing from Afghanistan? Iraq? Vietnam?
Kudos to the folks who spun up the DraftBarronTrump.com website after the very stable genius started dropping bombs (other than the ones in his diaper).
The very stable genius creates a mess, and we have to clean it up. (Now we know how the White House staff feels after he hurls another ketchup bottle.) This mess will go on for years, if not decades. Why? And now what?
(The tweets above and the link to the DraftBarronTrump website are courtesy of Jeff Tiedrich’s daily Substack posts, which are “The Emperor has no clothes” on steroids. Equal parts profane and profound.)
James Marriott’s long Substack post from last September probably won’t reach as many eyeballs as it needs to. Because it’s a long read – and hardly anyone reads anymore.
The post is equal parts sobering and depressing, with a dollop of scary on top. Since the smartphone was launched, we’re all reading less, but especially our kids.
The invention of the printing press democratized learning.
But the launch of the smartphone started sending our civilization in the other direction.
The “smartphone” is making us a lot dumber.
It’s turning civilized political debate into pro wrestling.
And because the big tech companies rely on our “engagement” for revenue, they profit from this race to the bottom.
Our civilization is at stake, and the clock is ticking (but not TikTok-ing). The smartest way to fight the smartphone scourge is to put down your phone, and pick up a book.
In no particular order here are some of the lifelong friendships I forged during my four years at Xavier University:
Hot Apples, Thin Man, Dutch, LJ, Wally, Donger, Chubby Howard, Freaky Tiki, Fert, Maynard, Fly, T-Biscuit, Consuelo, Horsehead, Mr. Youngstown, Bittey Main, LC Greenwood, Dingo, Hanna Banana, Carol Marol, Flynner, Craiger, Cron, Dr. Nick, TK, Tone Loc, DC Cab, Johnny Jackass, LB, JB…
The list goes on, but I’ll stop there. Also the names have been changed to nicknames to protect the innocent (or, much more likely, the guilty).
Nearly 44 years ago, a poor hillbilly from Arkansas arrived on Xavier’s campus for freshmen orientation. (It was his first time seeing the campus – college visits during high school are for the coddled.) He carried nothing more than what could fit into his two suitcases. Along with some emotional baggage. And a healthy dose of trepidation. Coming from a high school graduating class of a whopping 19 people, in the sticks, just being in a city was daunting enough, let alone trying to make his way at a school he knew very little about.
He learned a bit in his classes. He learned a lot more from life beyond the classroom walls. In the dorms, in the cafeteria, at the b-ball games, at the bars.
A litany of happy memories. A life filled with friendship. My bank balance is still low (Mrs. Dubbatrubba can attest), but I’m not poor anymore. My life is so rich because of the friends I made more than four decades ago who are still my friends today. Friends who have been there for the ups and downs, the happy and the sad.
Life happens. And death too. We’ve lost a few friends, most notably LJ and Ned. We miss them every day, but we are grateful that they were part of our lives.
Thankfully, some of the folks listed above actually paid attention in classes. And they had the grand idea to start a new scholarship fund at Xavier. One that will provide a bit of a boost to kids who want to return to Xavier for their sophomore year, but are struggling to make the finances work. The math ain’t mathing, as we hillbillies say.
Several of us have anted up. (My contribution has fewer zeroes behind it, but every little bit helps.) LJ and Ned were the inspiration, but we want it to go beyond our core crew.
It’ll make sure that a kid… and eventually, with more contributions and the miracle of compounding interest, many kids… don’t get cheated out of happy memories and lifelong friends.
It’s called the XU Lifelong Friends scholarship fund.
A very fitting name for an extremely worthy cause. Because just like Xavier’s namesake Musketeers, we are “all for one and one for all.”
A.I. is a powerful tool. But when you use power tools, there’s an element of danger involved.
There’s the danger of AI data centers using up too much of our precious resources.
There’s the danger of putting more power into the hands of just a few tech billionaires, who already have too much control over our lives and the information (using that term very loosely) that we consume.
Obviously we’ve already seen the repercussions in the job market, as AI replaces human beings – whether justified or “AI-washing.”
At lunch the other day, a friend of mine pointed out another danger I hadn’t considered before. When we start to rely on AI to do all our research, we miss out on the joy of discovery – including sometimes discovering information about “B” when we were researching “A.”
We’ll no longer have a sense of accomplishment, and pride in “figuring things out” on our own.
We might lose that precious sense of curiosity that spurs us on – as individuals and as a civilization.
As anyone who has done an online search can attest, all of the tech companies are shoving AI at us, whether we asked for it or not.
I’m not a Luddite, and I’m not suggesting we throw the AI baby out with the bathwater. But sometimes doing your own research can be more rewarding. And less dangerous.
You can (and should) read the entire piece via the link above. Here are a few excerpts:
“Whenever I set foot in City Hall, I feel like I’m putting myself at risk,” says Casto, a leader of Indivisible Springfield, the local chapter of the national progressive movement. “I do it because if I don’t stand up and the next person doesn’t stand up, our democracy is gone.”
She views the Haitian immigrant debate as a humanitarian issue, not a political one. “This is a failure of our shared humanity,” she says. “If even one mother is taken from her babies, if even one man is treated like a criminal just for trying to survive, then none of us are truly free. Their humanity doesn’t stop at a border.”
“Our Haitian and immigrant neighbors didn’t come here to take,” she says. “They came here to live. To contribute. To belong. Many of them fled political violence, instability, and natural disasters most of us can’t even imagine living through. They came here with faith in a promise this country was built on.”
Here’s Pastor Carl Ruby of Central Christian Church:
“The Bible is very clear that one cannot honor God and dishonor immigrants and refugees,” he says. “Some claim to be Christians but then espouse immigration policies that dishonor the Christ they claim to follow. Cruelty and dehumanization are always wrong.”
… “Our entire nation will be devastated if Homeland Security deports millions of our most ambitious workers.”
And finally, let’s hear from Magdala, a Haitian immigrant:
“The Haitian people may have a different culture and speak a different language, but we are the same people in God’s eyes.”
Now swap out “Haitian” for “Somalian” and “Springfield” for “Minneapolis” and read it again. Different chapter, same humanity… and sadly, the same insanity of ICE brutality.
Here’s are a couple of photos of some signs I saw outside a church in Cambridge, Massachusetts back in November.
“Where is God in all of this?” It’s a great question for any self-professed Christian. ‘
“What am I going to do about it?” is a great follow-up question too.
A few days ago, I saw my old “bus buddy” Charlie. It’d been a minute. When you ride the same bus route to and from work, you wind up getting to know some of your fellow passengers, and Charlie was one of those. Philly guy. Funny dude.
But Charlie lost his stockbroker job about 20 years ago. I’d still see him occasionally around the neighborhood, but only very infrequently. Losing his job was a real gut punch for a divorced dad just trying to get by. He wound up working valet parking at the downtown hotels. He’s still there now, working mostly weekends. I’m sure the career shift from white collar to blue collar was humbling. But a man’s gotta eat. And honestly, that change gave Charlie a perspective that has probably made his life better.
I saw Charlie when I got on my homeward bound bus. He wasn’t headed to work, he had just run into a man and woman (and their dog) at his bus stop, and they were asking for directions to another bus. Charlie wound up getting back on the next bus downtown and staying with the couple until he could point them to the transfer spot. Both folks had what appeared to be their entire earthly possessions in giant backpacks, and the man’s backpack had piece of cardboard strapped to the back with the words “traveling broke” written on it in marker.
Most of us would’ve sized them up as “homeless” and tried our best to look the other way. Put on our headphones, bury our nose in a magazine, and try to avoid eye contact. Not Charlie. He recognized “down on your luck” because he’s been there, done that. He didn’t just help those fellow travelers get to their next bus. As they were getting off, he slipped the guy a twenty.
Charlie’s not in any position to be tossing out Jacksons with abandon. Yet he gave, and did so gladly. It reminded me so much of the Bible story of the widow at the temple:
He sat down opposite the treasury and observed how the crowd put money into the treasury. Many rich people put in large sums. 42A poor widow also came and put in two small coins worth a few cents. 43Calling his disciples to himself, he said to them, “Amen, I say to you, this poor widow put in more than all the other contributors to the treasury. 44For they have all contributed from their surplus wealth, but she, from her poverty, has contributed all she had, her whole livelihood.”
From Mark Chapter 12
Most of Charlie’s earnings are tips. Every day, he relies on the kindness of strangers. He appreciates those who give generously. So he had no problem being the benefactor to strangers that most of us would’ve tried hard to avoid altogether.
People like to complain about the “choose your tipping amount” message that pops up on the transaction screen at retail establishments, usually at quick-serve restaurants. “Why should I tip them? I did all the work!”
But keep in mind that at most places with a “choose your tip” screen, the employees are relying on the kindness of strangers to make ends meet, to put food on the table, to pay for college, or maybe just pay their bus fare.
We can debate whether the tipping system is equitable, but it’s the coin of the realm (no pun intended) at most establishments.
Is that extra $1.61 really going to break your bank? Probably not. But it’ll make a big difference for the person it goes to. And maybe they’ll appreciate your generosity so much that they’ll slip the homeless couple a twenty.
What goes around, comes around. It’s up to you to get that wheel of generosity going.
Kevin Sullivan on War… why? And now what?: “I read your post Damian and I like it very much. As we move from a Saturday morning headline of…” Mar 3, 09:22
Damian on Smartphones are making us dumb.: “Thanks for (not) reading the post, Kevin. And thanks for mentioning several other formats (article, essay, poem) that can train…” Feb 23, 19:55
Kevin on Smartphones are making us dumb.: “You know I didn’t read your post because I don’t need to. The lack of reading of all generations reveals…” Feb 23, 10:32
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