Update…

Just a short note:

I have not been posting a lot for the last month because I have been working.Since early May I have been gainfully employed by a local county elections division (vote-by-mail department), a job which is just about to wrap up in another few days. I’ll write more about it when it ends.

That’s also the reason that I am not writing a lot of political posts (I had a couple, but nowhere near the amount I would normally have in election season). We are gently discouraged from discussing politics at work, and that reluctance has bled over in to my blogging. (I had to remove the rainbow Hillary sticker of the back of the cars; fortunately the Rocket Scientist had attached them with magnetic strips.)

The job is also the raison d’être for the disclaimer which now graces the sidebar of the blog.

The hours have been brutal. Last week was the first week I didn’t work overtime. Three weeks I worked over fifty hours, one of those over sixty hours. As my friend Jane the lawyer said, “Those are associate trying to make partner hours.” They are, but on the other hand, this is only a few weeks rather than several years.

It’s also been fun, and emotionally satisfying. Representative democracy for the win!

So, once I am no longer working, I will blog more. I have a couple of big changes coming up in my life that fill me with trepidation, and I’ll write more about those when I have the brain space to do so.  And when I have fully recovered from falling down, of course. My left arm hurts if I type too much.

See you later, alligators.

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Love is love is love is…

For the past few years, I have tried to refrain from posting copyright-protected material. I am making an exception here. If you did not see the Tony Awards on June 12, you missed Lin-Manuel Miranda’s beautiful acceptance sonnet.  Please Google it, so you can see his performance of it as he accepted the Tony for Best Actor in a Musical. In the wake of the Orlando shooting, Miranda gave us something of beauty to hold on to.

My wife’s the reason anything gets done. 
She nudges me towards promise by degrees. 
She is a perfect symphony of one. 
Our son is her most beautiful reprise. 
We chase the melodies that seem to find us 
Until they’re finished songs and start to play. 
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us 
That nothing here is promised, not one day 
This show is proof that history remembers. 
We live through times when hate and fear seem stronger. 
We rise and fall, and light from dying embers 
Remembrances that hope and love last longer. 
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love; 
Cannot be killed or swept aside. 
I sing Vanessa’s symphony; Eliza tells her story. 
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride. 

By the time he got to “And love is love is love is love is love….” Lin-Manuel Miranda was in tears, as was I, as was most of the audience, both in theater and at home, in all probability.

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I am very high. I’m not sure why: Vicodin generally doesn’t affect me this much. As far as why I need the Vicodin…

Walking to the car to go to a Father’s Day brunch for The Rocket Scientist, I stepped on an uneven place where there was a dip in the ground next to the sidewalk. I fell, heavily (there really is no other way for me to fall), twisting my right foot. It was uncomfortable, but not too bad. It had that “I don’t hurt much know, but this is really going to suck  tomorrow” feeling.

On the way back after a lovely brunch, walking down the sidewalk looking for the hat I had dropped when I fell, I mentioned to the Red-Headed Menace “Say, isn’t the where I fell?”

At that exact moment, I trod on the uneven place, and fell again. I twisted my left ankle and hurt my left arm. This was greatly painful, although I could not help laughing at the stupidity of it all.

What a day.

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Maybe they just like her.

Bernie Sanders keeps talking about getting superdelegates to desert Hillary Clinton and vote for him at the convention. Part of his campaign’s argument is that many of them endorsed her before he came into the race, and that, had they but known, they would have waited.

The unspoken premise of this is breathtaking and offensive: the only reason all these superdelegates support her is that they had no other option. That she isn’t deserving of that support.

Bullshit.

Months before he announced, rumors of the Sanders candidacy were swirling around. So much so that President Obama mentioned it in his bit at the April 2015 White House Correspondent’s Dinner (“It seems some people want a pot-smoking socialist in the White House. We just might get that third Obama term!”) Had they wanted to, superdelegates could have waited. They didn’t.

Even after Sanders announced, superdelegates could have switched allegiances, explaining that they had changed their mind — after all, as he is counting on, they’re not bound until they vote at the convention.They didn’t.

Even now, when Bernie Sanders has won far more than anyone could have dreamed of, they could easily announce that they will vote for him in Philadelphia. They aren’t.

What Sanders’ campaign seem to ignore is that many of these people admire Clinton. They think she would make a good — maybe even great — President. They are supporting her for herself, not simply as opposed to him.

This isn’t a matter of settling. It’s a matter of choosing.

 

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No misogyny, no sirree.

Last night, a woman, for the first time in American history, became, essentially, the Presidential nominee for a major political party. It was an amazing feat. So, what did the media — at least that I saw — talk about?

They talked about her male challenger, and his supporters. And how important it was for her to bring them around. Not a word about her supporters, and how hard they worked, and how long they have hoped for this.

She graciously talked about him in her victory speech, praising and congratulating him for his successful candidacy. Her supporters vociferously cheered her statements.

He barely mentioned her, and when he did, his supporters booed her. He did nothing to chastise them or ask them to refrain.

She won more states, more pledged delegates, and many, many more votes than he did. He insists he will go to the convention and do his damnedest to get already pledged superdelegates to renege on their word and go against the will of the people. (So much for populism.)

Throughout his campaign, he and his supporters have demonstrated contempt (and occasionally abuse, at least from his followers) towards her and her supporters.

But no, there’s no misogyny involved. Of course not.

They’re the good guys, after all.

 

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Captain America: Civil War

Comments about the movie (which I loved):

  1. There is no film, no matter how good (and this one was), that Martin Freeman does not make better by simply being in it, no matter how small the role.
  2. There is no major multi-governmental building anywhere in the developed world, let alone Germany, that does not have backup generators that kick in when the power goes out. Hell, as the Rocket Scientist observed, in Germany the backup generators probably have backup generators.
  3. They finally got Spiderman’s age right.
  4. Given that some of the major characters end up in legal trouble, I think Matt Murdoch (a.k.a. Daredevil) should represent them. I think he could get them off.

One of the ways I can tell it was a good movie is that I find myself mentally writing fanfic about the characters after the movie. Right now, I am imagining Cap and Spidey meeting under different circumstances.

I loved it. It has gotten me hooked on Marvel movies — so much so I want to go find the ones I haven’t seen, especially Avengers: the Age of Ultron, and Captain America: the Winter Soldier.

I can hardly wait for Dr. Strange in November.

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On caucuses.

Last week, I saw an interview that Bernie Sanders gave Rachel Maddow. When the discussion turned to caucuses, Sanders defended them, saying that while he understood that some people might find it difficult to find the time, it was good for people to get together on a Saturday or a Tuesday night and engage in direct democracy.

Good God, I thought. He really believes that. I was stunned.

Caucuses are supremely undemocratic. That notion of joining together on a Saturday or Tuesday evening to hash out our political future may seem inviting, unless you’re a line cook. Or a waitress. Or a nurse. Or a cop. Or anyone who might be able to find time to go to the polls but can’t spend an evening or a Saturday in meeting rooms arguing  about candidates. The inflexibility of the caucus structure favors people who work during the day but who have evenings or weekends free. It can discourage many others.

And it is not just a matter of finding time. Caucuses can damage the opportunity that individuals have to express their political will. Suppose you were a Republican in Alabama and you go to the caucus in the hypothetical high school gym only to find your supervisor from Walmart there. You like Donald Trump; he feels that Trump represents “New York values” and is not a conservative and he favors “my man, Ted Cruz.” Knowing that your supervisor has the power to make your life miserable, and possibly have you fired, would you express support for Trump? Or would you swallow your pride and throw your weight behind Cruz? I know what I would do: not go to the caucus to begin with. How then am I represented in this process?

After all, more than one Republican business owner threatened to cut employees or close up shop if Obama were reelected in 2012. What do you think would happen if one of these men knew an employee voted for Obama in a caucus? Even though caucuses are confidential, don’t you think someone like that would have spies?

The economic forces which Sanders decries at every rally mean that caucuses are unavailable or dangerous for many of the people he cares most to protect.

Then, too, Sanders is a New Englander.  New England has a grand tradition of “town meeting” democracy going back to colonial times.  And perhaps because of all those years in Vermont politics, Bernie Sanders may have a romantic view of the value of public democracy.

I do not.

Unlike Sanders, I am a daughter of the South, born two years before Medgar Evers was gunned down in front of his house, four before the march on Selma. Men and women in the states I grew up in died for the right to vote. Do you honestly think that if not only that they voted but how they voted were known, the brave black men and women exercising their rights to shape their government would be safer? I don’t.

In the South, within memory, voting was not a given. Tragically, for many, voting was a right bought with blood.

Even today, voting can be a fraught exercise — official voter suppression and unofficial voter intimidation are real. I would never ask any of my black, Latino, or Asian friends to walk into a caucus in any of the Deep Red states of the former Confederacy. I would have trouble going to one myself, and I am as white as Wonderbread.

The walls of that voting booth provide security as well as privacy.

Also, caucuses favor activists. They require open declarations of intent. Thanks to cable news, I have at least a small feel for what goes on in caucuses, and I want no part of it. Most states with primaries have prohibitions against campaigning within a certain distance from the voting place precisely because they do not want voters to have to negotiate a gauntlet of partisans on their way into the polls.  I want to be able to vote as I choose without having to publicly declare — and defend — my allegiances.

Then, too, caucuses could potentially damage our personal lives. I have family members who are strong Bernie Sanders supporters.  I am going to enthusiastically vote for Hillary Clinton. Given the depth of feeling on both sides, confronting our differences in a caucus would be extremely uncomfortable, and might possibly hurt an otherwise loving relationship, even if only temporarily.¹

In short, caucuses need to go. If Sanders really wants as many people as possible to participate in the process of selecting a nominee, he should support their elimination.² Otherwise, his stance boils down to “I want as many of my supporters to be able participate, and I’m not really going to worry about others.”³

¹In 2008, The Rocket Scientist supported Hillary Clinton and I supported Barack Obama. The arguments got so heated and so nasty that we had to place a moratorium on political discussions because we were upsetting the kids.  We take our politics seriously in this family.

²Also, superdelegates need to be consigned to the political trash bin. Sanders doesn’t think they should, although he thinks their role should be changed, and he thinks that so many superdelegates should not have declared themselves so early in the race, before his campaign really took off. His thinking that, had they waited, many of them would be in his corner, is unrealistic: a large number of these people are party insiders, and he has spent the latter two months of his campaign essentially saying how awful the Democratic Party is. Although a large number of them have pledged themselves to Hillary, those pledges are not binding, and everyone — Hillary, Bernie, the superdelegates — knows this. And yet there has not been a mad rush of people to switch their endorsement to him.

³He also argues for open primaries. I, on the other hand, believe that people who vote in the primary should show at least minimal allegiance to the party whose primary they are voting in. Otherwise, there is nothing to prevent someone from hijacking a party simply to use it as a vehicle to seek the presidency. This is what Sanders has done, and while he arguably benefits the party, open primaries offer the opportunity for someone to do real mischief. Also, closed primaries make it more difficult for Republicans to cross-vote for the candidate they feel would be most likely to be defeated by their nominee.

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So “smart” they’re stupid.

I happened across a Yahoo! News¹ article about conspiracy theorists who believe that the Mars rover landings were faked, having all taken place in the Canadian Arctic at…. Devon Island. Really.

I followed the link to Anonymous News, a source which is about as trustworthy as you might think, to find a lengthy, well “researched” article about the issue.² Did you know that NASA is merely a front for a gigantic US Navy program that has developed interstellar travel? Most NASA employees are simply stooges, the poor suckers.

As you know, I am more familiar with Devon Island than your average bear.³ I even have a glacial inlet on the island named after me. So I chuckled my way through the article, rolling my eyes so hard they could have spun right out of their sockets.

I clicked on the video of the news conference for the landing of the Mars Curiosity mission. As as I watched, and read the increasingly sarcastic subtitles accompanying the very genuine  joy of the Curiosity team, my amusement turned to anger, to deep roiling rage.

The people who put together sites like this aren’t stupid. It takes a twisted intelligence  to write authentic sounding articles that, if you don’t look closely or think about too much, seem quite plausible. The authors willingly mislead people who maybe don’t have the same intelligence they do, who can’t see through the ridiculous smoke and mirrors, who don’t see that the same Photoshop techniques that they accuse NASA of could just as easily be used to create the “documents” they use.

Nor are they mentally ill.4 Some mentally ill people believe in conspiracy theories, but so do plenty of people who are perfectly psychiatrically normal. The conspiracy theories swirling around the current political season provide ample proof of that.5

No, they are arrogant beyond belief. They self-indulgently feel — no, know — that just because they cannot understand how something has been done it must be fake. They cannot begin to understand the science, so the “scientists” must be lying.6 Hell, I don’t understand the science, and am humble enough to recognize that there are things I just don’t know; that by training or inclination or  capability I can’t know.

They are willing to shit all over the life’s work of good men and women because they aren’t a part of it.

NASA scientists  have spent years of their lives — in many cases their entire professional careers — developing and sending landers to other planets. They spend decades developing rovers and the spacecraft that will get them there. Whether the time that NASA takes is too long may be an open question: Space-X’s announcement that they were going to head to Mars by 2018 was novel and shocking.

The men and women who work on space programs, whether run by governments or private industries (yay for Elon Musk!), are our best hope for leaving this planet and maybe someday, centuries hence, obtaining the stars we are always reaching for.

Of course, by then, these bastards will have moved on to mocking somebody else.

¹The fact that they were willing to give “airtime” to this sort of thing may explain why Yahoo has lost all credibility and is heading down the tubes.

²After some thought, I decided not to link this article. If you feel really compelled you can get to it from the Yahoo! News piece.

³Unless your average bear is a polar bear, of course.

4Stating that people who believe in conspiracy theories are per se mentally ill is an appalling insult to mentally ill people.

5The theory that Hillary Clinton was behind the clusterfuck in Maricopa County during the primaries comes to mind.

6Climate science, vaccines, GMOs: there are a lot of things where people adopt this anti-science attitude. “I don’t trust the large [ag, pharm] companies, so I reject their experts. I reject science. I will become the expert.” All of which leads to people like the Food Babe, and anti-vaxxers. (And no, I’m not linking to those sites, either — I would suggest looking up Science Babe’s Facebook feed.)

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Can’t we just stop this?

Dear Bernie supporters:

I wish I could find the words to make you understand. Yes, I support Hillary Clinton because I think she is the best candidate to handle the job in the running right now. I know we disagree strongly on this.

But I am not a corporate shill. I have not been duped by the “lame stream media.” I am not turning a blind eye to the problems that are facing us as a country and the way in which she may not be the optimum candidate. I came to this decision after a great deal of considered thought. I really wish Martin O’Malley had been able to compete: to the left of Hillary and with the executive experience Bernie lacks, he was really the candidate I supported. I came to support Hillary after he dropped out.

I am firmly in the Al Franken, Kristen Gillibrand, Barbara Boxer, Elizabeth Warren wing of the Democratic Party. We need to pull the party to the left, and Bernie’s candidacy has done that. To tell you the truth, I am pretty stoked about that. If we can regain Congress, with a Democratic president who will nominate a Supreme Court Justice who is not a right-wing ideologue, we just might get Citizen’s United overturned. And Shelby County v. Holder (although that will require Congressional action as well). And we can reaffirm Roe v. Wade, and make sure that Obergfell doesn’t get watered down. With a progressive Congress we can enact job protections for LGBT people. And work to make sure that women have access to reproductive and other health services, as well as equal pay.

But the thought that you might vote for Donald Trump makes my blood run cold. Or that you would sit out the election, helping Donald Trump — as well as Republican Senators and Representatives — to an office which would allow him to destroy the lives of so many Americans makes me want to cry.

So if I seem angry, if I seem to lash out, it’s because I am very, very, frightened. I remember 2000, and the people who thought George W. Bush wouldn’t be that bad, and that it didn’t matter because he would be a one-term president. We all know how that worked out: I have friends who spent time fighting in Iraq, and other friends who have sent sons there. I do not want to see that again.

Every election is important, but this one is crucial. The Republican Party has gone from being conservative to being completely unhinged, and they must not be allowed to prevail in November.

Finally, if you just cannot  bring yourself to vote for Hillary (although I really, really hope you do) please still vote. Vote for progressive candidates in every office from dogcatcher on up. That’s the way that we will change this country. A fifteen dollar minimum wage is important nationally, but in the absence of that we can pass it at the local and state level if we just elect candidates who care about working people. That’s what we’ve done most of the cities in the county where I live. That’s what they did in Seattle. Change can start at the local level, and spread.

Please, for the love of God, don’t sit back and bask in ideological purity while those who do not have that luxury suffer.

Even without Bernie, we can have a political revolution. It just has to start at the bottom up, rather than the top down. Don’t assume that because you can’t have Bernie as the Democratic nominee you can’t make significant change for the lives in your community right now. Just ask the former DAs in Chicago and Cleveland, who are out of a job because the Black Lives Matter movement decided that they needed to go, because they didn’t want to bring the cops who shot young black men and children to justice.

Please. Let’s stop arguing and start talking about making real change for the most vulnerable people in our country.

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Seriously? No.

Dear Ken Burns,

The National Parks were a great idea. I can’t really think what America would be without sanctuaries for our souls like Yosemite and Yellowstone and the Everglades.  Not to mention the best of all — the Grand Canyon.

But America’s best idea?

Somehow I think that waging — and winning — a war to end slavery, not to mention the Bill of Rights and the 13th, 14th, 15th, and 19th Amendments, were better ideas.

Love,

A great fan of both you and the National Parks.

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No, it’s not.

A few days ago, I posted a somewhat snarky graphic about Bernie Sanders and his followers. I see posts like that all the time on my feed about Clinton, and my reaction is to say “pppbbth” and to move on. The Rocket Scientist shared the same graphic, along with a comment that this had been his experience with Sanders supporters, and some of the Sanders supporters on his feed…

Demanded an apology.

He refused, of course, as I would have as well. It’s politics; as a (real) friend of mine would say, “suck it up, buttercup.” Of course, a lot of these people have never deigned to be involved  in politics, so they wouldn’t know this.¹

In the course of this… discussion, loosely called… one of the combatants snarked, after the Rocket Scientist asked how Sanders would fulfill his promises, “It’s not rocket science.”

No, it’s not rocket science. It’s harder.

Rocket science has unknowns — that’s what research is for. But the unknowns are often known, or at least can be guessed.  Government, politics, and economics deal in knowns, and as Dick Cheney said, known unknowns and unknown unknowns. And even unknowable unknowns.

A patriotic, or traitorous, take your pick, NSA contractor leaks extensive details about surveillance programs and then scarpers off to Russia, and  people from Senators down to the mailman become worried about their privacy.

A real estate bubble bursting causes the economy to crash, and with it large automakers, and it becomes necessary to bail out the automakers, because otherwise hundreds of thousands of people will be out of work: autoworkers, supply chain employees, and all the businesses down the line.

A war entered into on the basis of bad — or completely false — intelligence further destabilizes an already unstable region, leading to a decade of fighting and death of thousands of American soldiers and millions of Iraqis and the rise of a terrorist organization more powerful than the one that went before.

And before that, fundamentalist madmen fly planes into the World Trade Center, and all of a sudden  Americans condone torture and the detainment of men on only suspicions.

Being president requires being diplomatic when necessary and kicking ass when required. The president has to deal with Congress and executives and the American people. It is a dance that needs skill and timing and exquisite understanding of the situation at hand.

Compared to that, rocket science is a walk in the park.

¹I fully expect some of these people to demand an apology from me. Not gonna happen. Just saying.

 

 

 

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Books!

Birthdays (and Christmas) mean books. Always. Yes, I should get books out of the library, but I don’t. For one thing, I often re-read books — sometimes because I need something to read and I just grab whatever is at hand; sometimes because I need the intellectual equivalent of comfort food.¹

Some books don’t get read at all. Five Days At Memorial² by Sheri Fink, excellent as it was proved to be simply too intense, for example. The Autobiography of Mark Twain was too long.

This birthday I got two books that were on my Amazon wish list: Provenance by Laney Salisbury and Aly Sujo and So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed by Jon Ronson. I found both of them to be enjoyable reads.

Provenance is about an art scam that involved not just forgery, but the altering of files in several museums to provide backgrounds (“provenance” in the art world) for the forged works. People who are interested in art will understand exactly how terrible this can be. It’s fascinating, even though it is not quite as good as Edward Dolnick’s The Forger’s Spell.

The other book, So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed, has made me rethink social media, and my presence on it. The book either explicitly or indirectly raises questions about how we treat people on Twitter and Facebook, and whether the people who get hit with public scorn for what would have been minor transgressions before the rise of Twitter really deserve to be treated as they were. Really good book.

Next up, books I bought at Haslam’s in St. Pete. First up is Thunderstruck by Erik Larsen. I love Larsen’s work (I have reread Devil in the White City a couple of times), and as usual he has picked an interesting and not really well known event — the capture of the murderer H.H. Crippen because of wireless transmission to the ship he was on³. I also have Neil Gaiman’s Trigger Warnings, which promises to be good — as Gaiman almost always is.

Now if I can only figure out what books to get rid of so I can have space for the new ones…

¹Pride and Prejudice gets reread a lot (every year, as a matter of fact), as do several Discworlds. Recently I read I cheap book about the history of the British monarchy, and I often just dip into reference works like The Dictionary of Foreign Words and Phrases.

²Great book about what happened in Memorial Hospital in New Orleans during Katrina. If it does not make you cry, you need to develop some empathy.

³Genius (Marconi) and murderer, just like Devil in the White City.

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Sheesh. Another anti-vaccination horror story.

This time it’s chickenpox.

A mom in Texas was reported to Child Protective Services for holding chickenpox-exposure parties. She was turned in by a pro-vaccination group overseas. Hopefully this will stop these idiots.

Apparently this mom thinks “natural immunization” is the way to go: she plans playdates so that healthy kids and sick kids can mingle, I guess with the idea that the healthy kids will come down with chickenpox.

I guess all those parents in San Diego whose unvaccinated kids came down with chickenpox agree with her.

Chickenpox can be very dangerous for people with compromised immune systems or who are unable to be vaccinated because they are too young or are allergic to the vaccine. In addition, like any disease it can cause serious complications.

And then, oh God, there is shingles.

Just after Railfan was born, I developed shingles.* Usually the condition hits older people, but sometimes people in their thirties can come down with it. Shingles is caused by the varicella zoster virus, the same that causes chickenpox.

I would not wish shingles on my worst enemy. It hurts like a bitch.

This is what parents who refuse to vaccinate their kids for chickenpox are risking. Unfortunately, the kids will be all grown up before they get shingles. I wonder what they will think of their parents who deliberately made sure they were exposed to the virus causing them such pain.

I know what I think of them. It’s not good.

*In addition to mastitis. I was not a happy camper.

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Power to the Sheeple.

I was talking to a friend last week, and during our conversation she referred to people who followed Donald Trump as “sheeple.” Although I understood the temptation to do so, the Red-Headed Menace and I tried to tell her how offensive the term was. I don’t think we succeeded.

Because I do find “sheeple” — when used non-ironically to refer to group of people* — very offensive.

This had nothing to do with the current political climate. Leaving aside that I have been told I was one of the sheeple for my support of Hillary Clinton, I have always hated the word.

True, “sheeple” ranks far behind other slurs equating people with animals: Jews as pigs, blacks as apes. It is milder, implying merely a meekness and want of intelligence, not dirtiness. But it still says “look at these people, they’re less than fully human. Real people are smarter than that.”

Sheeple ignores why people act the way they do. It gets the rest of us off the hook — when I said that Trump voters were in many cases acting out of fear and uncertainty, she said it didn’t really matter, that they were still sheeple.  If you can dismiss people’s fears because you view them as simply following the herd, you can ignore them. You don’t actually have to work with them.

You don’t have to take them seriously.

It makes alliances difficult, if not impossible. Who would work with someone who said you were a brainless animal? For that matter, why work with people you have such a low opinion of?

Many people in this country, regardless of political affiliation, have a great many things in common. All too often what we disagree about are the means, rather than the ends. They want to live free, be able to put food on the table, and give their kids a better life. So do we. Yes, I think the way Trump people want to go about that is wrong, but that’s on me to try to convince them otherwise.

There are unbridgeable divides. Abortion is one; same-sex marriage another. I suspect immigration is rapidly becoming another, fueled by fears (again!) of lost jobs and terrorism. But shouting past each other and calling each other names gets us no closer to fixing all the other problems.**

It misleads and divides us when what we really need is unity and understanding.

*Sometimes I use “sheeple” sarcastically, when talking about conspiracy theorists: “Yeah, I guess I’m one of the sheeple who believe in vaccinating kids, that men really landed on the moon, and that chemtrails are simply water vapor.”

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Florida.

I went to Florida last week. It was partly to keep The Rocket Scientist company at a conference, and partly to celebrate my birthday.¹

We started with Orlando where RS had his conference. Orlando seems to have more theme parks per square mile than any other place in the country, probably in the world.² Universal, Sea World, everything Disney…

I remember before the theme parks. I remember when the attractions in Central Florida were things like Gatorland and Cypress Springs. Before The Mouse changed everything.

I remember when Disney World was built. I remember the trips — with my family, with the high school band, with church youth groups. I went to “all night in the Magic Kingdom” events. I remember being unable to march in one the many parades our band did there because I was standing around on a May Florida evening in a black wool uniform and shivering. (The doctor that was one of the chaperones diagnosed an severe ear infection.)

I remembering the horrible summer I spent in a program for high school seniors at the University of Florida, and the trip to Disney World. I remember sitting in the restaurant in Liberty Square in the Magic Kingdom with the young man I was sure that I was in love with (oh, Bill Buchholz, where are you now?)  with the overarching passion that teenagers feel,  but to whom I could never tell my feelings. I was on Vicodin (the previous night I had had a migraine which had landed me in the ER) and only sort of coherent. I remember telling him that Phil Spector had said he was going to produce a Ramones album. He was very excited — and explained to me how great this was, and talked about the Wall of Sound. I was terribly embarrassed when I found out that it wasn’t true, at least at that point.³

I have often said that living in place where your friends can say “Hey, let’s skip school and go to Disney World!” tends to warp a person.

Dad didn’t particularly like Disney. His knees made walking difficult, and he would have died rather than get a wheelchair or any other support. Mom on the other hand loved Disney World, and after Dad died for many years bought season passes. She would go to all the parks, but EPCOT was her favorite. Two days after her funeral, since the Rocket Scientist had to spend another few days in Florida, he and I took a Mom’s Memorial Trip to EPCOT.

Disney is in my blood.

That is why, in spite of suggestions that I go to Universal Studio and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, I decided to hit Disney’s Hollywood Studios, a park I had often driven past but never been to.

Disney’s Hollywood Studios is a great idea for a theme park, but it hasn’t quite made it yet.4 A lot of the attractions were shows rather than rides, which I found disappointing. I also could not stay for the fireworks, which the shuttle driver assured me were the best of any in the Disney complex. That said, I loved the Muppets show, and the Frozen Sing-a-Long. There’s nothing quite like hearing a five year old lisp her way through “Let It Go.”

RS had business at Kennedy Space Center the next week, but rather than going straight to Cocoa Beach we detoured to St. Pete for the weekend. It would allow me to see my brother and sister-in-law and my nephew, The World’s Cutest Kid ™.

The room we had looked out on the Gulf of Mexico. We watched the sun set, and one sleepless night I sat on the balcony looking out at the gentle waves lapping at the shore. They’re nothing, I remember thinking — people used to the extravagant crashing waves of the Pacific would sneer. But the Gulf is my ocean, and I love it.

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The view out my hotel window. It looks even better in person.

We had ice cream at the Don Cesar (the closest we could get to the pink beauty), and we drove around my hometown. I saw with elation than St. Pete is a growing city, not sliding into decay, as it seemed to be for so many years. A previously run-down area along Central Avenue — for so long filled with empty buildings, except for a few car repair shops and Haslam’s Books5 — has been transformed into the Grand Central District, with boutiques and cool little restaurants and, it turns out, several breweries. The city still has very many problems — especially in South St. Pete6 — but I am hopeful that things can get better.

On St. Pete Beach, at a restaurant called Shells, I started my coconut shrimp run. Over the next five days, I would eat coconut shrimp at four different restaurants. I would have at the other, as well, but it was a barbecue joint that didn’t have coconut shrimp on the menu.

I love coconut shrimp. And pina coladas. And flip-flops.

I love Florida.

We had brunch with my brother and his family Skyway Jack’s7, where I was presented with a pancake with a candle while the entire restaurant sang “Happy Birthday.” Skyway Jack’s and I have history: my Dad used to take us to Skyway Jack’s even before it moved from O’ Neill’s marina. Ever since then, we would always go to Skyway Jack’s  for breakfast when we were leaving town. The tradition carried on after Dad died, and it seems to be surviving Mom’s death, too. (In any case, they have great breakfasts at really reasonable prices.) Afterwards RS and I took a quick spin around downtown to see how progress on the new Pier was going, or not, as the case may be, and to discover to my horror that they had painted the Vinoy hotel pink8,  and then we headed east to Cocoa Beach.

I’d never been to the Space Coast before. The ocean was different, that’s for sure, I thought as I looked out at the Atlantic and waves you could actually  surf. The notorious  Ron-Jon Surf shop (open 24 hours! so that you can get that longboard you’ve always wanted at 3 a.m.) was just down the road.

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I’ve always wanted to check out wetsuits at 2 in the morning.

I opted not to go to the Kennedy Space Center, because now you have to take a tour to get in and they charge fifty bucks. So instead I sat in the Tiki Bar at the Hilton where we were staying, eating coconut shrimp and drinking pina coladas, and not doing the writing I had told myself I would do, and instead having fights about politics on Facebook.

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The BEST place to hang out while being flamed by extremist Sanders supporters.

We left the next day. On our way out of town, we saw what may be, as the Rocket Scientist put it, the most “Florida” thing on the entire trip: a mini-golf course with live alligators. Really. “Balls hit into the gator pit are out of bounds.” No kidding.

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Fore!

I love Florida. I love the food, I love the ocean, whichever one I’m standing in. I love St. Pete’s beach sand so white you could switch it out for salt and no one would notice.

As much as I roll my eyes about it, I love that Florida is so deeply weird.

Yes, I know. The climate, which can be no good. The politics, which are worse. It’s flatter than Kansas and any pancake you care to compare it to. It has so many problems. Yet…

Florida has a genuineness about itself that California lacks. I find I don’t feel like I have to prove anything to anyone here. It may be that I don’t have to prove anything to anyone in California either, but it sure feels like it. I wish instead of leaving I could stay and work to make it better.

I’m sad that that’s not going to happen.

¹ Y’all may have noticed that I didn’t do my usual “All the terrible things happen in April” post on my birthday. I was busy.

² No, I don’t have actual stats to back this up. I’m guessing.

³ Spector did end up producing the Ramones a couple of  years later. I laughed when I heard about it.

4There was a lot of construction going on, so maybe it will be a great theme park in about five years.

5Haslam’s is the best bookstore in the world. It’s simply huge. My father, a voracious reader, used to buy dozens of used mysteries, and then when he was done sell them back to the store. The gentleman I talked to said they really didn’t do that anymore.

6The Tampa Bay Times will help a great deal: I am hoping that the Pulitzer Prize winning investigation into the horrible state of schools in St. Petersburg will cause changes.

7Skyway Jack’s is a St. Pete tradition. People show up there in all sort of dress — they really don’t care if you looked like you have been dragged through the mud and left to dry. After all, it started out pretty much catering to fishermen and shrimpers.

8The Don Cesar is extravagantly pink. The Vinoy used to be a beautiful and sedate shade of terra-cotta, with salmon trim. Now it is the color of the Don Cesar. Pooh.

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