Whom to vote for in 2020?

Yes, I am a Socialist, pure and unadulterated; if I were elected to Congress, I would be in favor of every Progressive initiative so far suggested.

  • Single Payer Health Care because a healthy Nation is a productive one. Check
  • Free College Tuition because our young people are our best resource and profiting off their education is criminal and uncivilized. Check
  • Basic Guaranteed Income because people who are secure are more productive. Check
  • A Green New Deal because destroying our ecosystem is not a viable long or short-term option; it is just stupid. Check

Fortunately, or not, I am not a member of Congress; I am just a little damaged guy with one vote, wondering for whom I should cast that one vote.

 

Murrumph Aeyerrrm, whom to pick? A neo-liberal Democrat retread or one of the shiny new comers? I never heard of Obama, until Oprah introduced him, and he worked out OK!

The question and the major detraction, of course, is “How to pay for it all?” Therefore, should I pick a moral pragmatist instead of a Progressive visionary to battle the Trump? Because that is the overriding criteria, whom can make DJT a one term President?

However, let me ask you this, where would we be if President Roosevelt acted pragmatically during the Great Depression of the 1930’s instead of ethically and with compassion?

The Democrats under FDR spent liberally to pull us back from the brink and still had enough money to successfully fight and win the Second World War. So excuse me if I am mildly dubious of fiscal conservatives crying poor mouth, especially when Republicans, those champions of Deficit Reduction, recently gave $1.3 – $1.9 Trillion in Tax cuts to the wealthiest families and corporations in the US without much concern for incurring hyperinflation.

The US uses a Fiat Currency.

“Fiat money is a currency without intrinsic value that has been established as money, often by government regulation. Fiat money does not have use value, and has value only because a government maintains its value, or because parties engaging in exchange agree on its value.” < Goldberg, Dror (2005). “Famous Myths of “Fiat Money””. Journal of Money, Credit and Banking. 37 (5): 957–967. >

 

Whom to vote for in 2020, I still do not know.

A Social Democrat with loads of progressive ideas

OR

A retread middle of the road Democrat? Perhaps one of the newbies possessed of abundant charisma and energy but short on experience?

 

I do not know; thankfully, I have until Tuesday, March 3, 2020 to decide.

< https://www.uspresidentialelectionnews.com/2020-presidential-primary-schedule-calendar/ >

 

Photo by Parker Johnson on Unsplash

It Is Complicated

If you have not noticed, people are very complicated. Consistency is not humanity’s best-known trait; although, I have come to value it more as I grow older. Supposedly, in psychology, five factors determine different personality traits. The big five factors are:

  • Openness: appreciation for a variety of experiences.
  • Conscientiousness: planning ahead rather than being spontaneous.
  • Extraversion: being sociable, energetic and talkative.
  • Agreeableness: being kind, sympathetic and happy to help.
  • Neuroticism: inclined to worry or be vulnerable or temperamental.

According to the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator, there are sixteen different personality types. It is more likely that an individual will tend toward several different ‘types’ rather than matching only one. Moreover, a person often changes types as they walk, or run, through life’s mysteries. In addition, there is luck, good or bad, yogurt happens.

If you are consistently fortunate and life has smiled on you then it is more likely that others will describe you as possessing positive personality traits, a bonhomie, if you will. e.g. Adventurous, Helpful, Affable, Humble, Capable, Imaginative, Charming, Impartial, Confident, Independent, Conscientious, Keen, Cultured, Meticulous, Dependable, Observant, Discreet, Optimistic, Dutiful, Persistent, Encouraging, Precise, Exuberant, Reliable, Fair, Trusting, Fearless, Valiant, Gregarious.

Alternatively, if your life circumstances have been less kind and you have experienced events that are more negative then you might find your descriptors fall into this other list. Arrogant, Quarrelsome, Boorish, Rude, Bossy, Sarcastic, Conceited, Self-centered, Cowardly, Slovenly, Dishonest, Sneaky, Finicky, Stingy, Impulsive, Sullen, Lazy, Surly, Malicious, Thoughtless, Obnoxious, Unfriendly, Picky, Unruly, Pompous, or Vulgar.

Personally, I believe we could all be described using adjectives from both sets of traits depending upon your life circumstances at the time. If the fluidity of our lives dictates our personality traits then for the Ayn Randian advocates, how much control do we exert over which group of adjectives that others will use to describe us?

What part does luck play in defining our personalities?

I dreamt of meeting my earliest true “girl friend” last night. Never have I experienced such feelings of love for a woman, before or since. We ran into each other in an Airport Terminal. She appeared just as lovely as I remember her, although significantly taller; I guess in my dream reality, she grew after we parted. Growth is a part of life and one would hope that we grow all throughout our lives, in one way or another. I remember thinking upon waking, “what might have been?” My illness began manifesting itself just prior to our breakup, although no one knew it at the time. What would my life story, and subsequently, my personality descriptors have been, had I not had the misfortune of being born with a colloid cyst blocking the Third ventricle in my brain?

My first wife was fond of saying that there is no such thing as luck. She was a fan of self-determination; “you are what you make of yourself.” She is someone whose descriptors would come from the former group of adjectives. I wonder if her belief has changed over the years; however, I am disinclined to seek her out and ask.

Manage your adult children before they manage you.

I do not plan to live long enough to require professional nursing care; actually, I plan not to. However, one must take into consideration the benevolent intervention from loved ones who may feel differently regarding your end of life choices.

Have an exit strategy; because once you are under the purview of medical professionals, making decisions for yourself becomes nearly impossible. It does not look good on the change of shift report that so-and-so died of not so natural causes. The resulting paperwork alone is enough to keep the nursing staff’s eyes laser focused on any resident with a mind of their own.

Nursing facilities are known for assisted living, not for assisted passings.

My youngest daughter, who has always looked after her aging, damaged dad with dutiful diligence bordering on the authoritarian, has advised me that she plans to visit in the near future to “tidy up a bit.” The precursor to this upcoming domestic intervention was a visit by Julia and her spousal unit, Nick, the day they took me to purchase my new chair. We had to rearrange some of my living room furniture, the big items that I am unable to move on my own. Julia was aghast that her father lived like a meshugenah, surrounded by stacks of books, and innumerable tchotchkes.

Now, I am not a very meticulous housekeeper, cleaning is least among my daily living concerns, and I focus what cleaning proclivities I do have on personal hygiene, cooking area, felis catus, vacuuming, and laundry. I do make my bed each morning, something I take as a necessary awakening ritual, like coffee, the day just cannot start unless the bed is made. As for the rest of my apartment, it more closely resembles the domicile of some half-mad book hoarder who is more comfortable surrounded by chaos than someone concerned with order or efficiency but I know where everything of importance resides.

As a child, I recall my father often reciting “a place for everything and everything in its place,” I guess that was one of the many lessons I ignored or forgot and I forgot a lot.

I fear that I may have shocked my daughter, who apparently lives according to the rule, “cleanliness is next to godliness,” another victim of the vagaries and vicissitudes of time; however, I am unable to just drop in and check the veracity of that assumption.

On the other hand, I do love my daughter and do not wish to see her upset due to my aberrant lifestyle; therefore, I must manage-up so that I can remain free to live out my life for as long as I deem necessary or it worthwhile.  Therefore, I have engaged in pre-emptive spring-cleaning in preparation for her visit as distasteful as cleaning is, I will do what I must to ensure that I can range free.

“Certainly it hurts, “The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.” ~ T.E. Lawrence; therefore, I will clean adequately to prove my stamina, while leaving just enough detritus so that my progeny will feel satisfied that she has fulfilled her familial duty.

This minor subterfuge is lovingly meant and since my daughters do not subscribe to this blog nor do they follow me on Facebook or belong to either of my groups they will remain blissfully ignorant of my sly machination.

Chapter I, Achmid

Just in time for the Holidays, here is a little present for the readers of this blog. The origin story of Achmid Huchmid. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you!

 

Notos, A.K.A. Achmid Huchmid, is a Jack Frost-ian type spirit. However, where Frost brings icy sidewalks, frosted windshields and ice patterns on windows, all associated with cold air masses, Huchmid brings sultry, hazy, hot days and increases in electric bills. This is due, in large part, to the obligatory use of Air Conditioners during his visits, because honestly; when the weather is hot and sticky that is not the time for Duncan Dicky. Now Duncan Dicky is a personal friend of mine who I am loath to see disappear but when Achmid Huchmid is around Duncan is nowhere to be found, outside of a home with Central Air that is. Now you may think these whimsical characters do not really exist but to the contrary, I assure you that they do, though they are none too friendly towards us humans.

Take Jack Frost for example; hails from Northern climes, Arctic and Polar regions, seen mostly during the winter seasons in the Northern and Southern Hemispheres, alternating depending on the tilt of the planet. It is likely you have experienced his practical jokes if you have ever slipped and taken a dixie while walking down your front stairs, driveway, or sidewalk because of an invisible coating of ice, sometimes referred to as black ice, although I question the political correctness of that term. Yup, that is the particular calling card of one Mr. Jack Frost.

Jack Frost is the personification of cold, ice, snow, sleet, and all other forms of freezing cold weather. Jack has a variant, that being known by the name, old man winter, the character that is responsible for frosty weather, for nipping the ears, nose, and toes at such times, turning the color of the foliage in autumn.

Jack Frost is reportedly a friendly spirit, but he has a very dangerous side due to his propensity to return a verbal insult by covering the perpetrator with snow or turning them into a frost covered pile of ice; so take care what curses you utter concerning the sprite Mr. Frost. He is mischievous and carefree, happiest when he is unconfined by rules. He flourishes with no obligations. He is the being that your parent or spouse warns you of, on cold winter mornings when you leave for school or work, imploring you to bundle up, put your hat on, and asking you where your mittens have gotten too.

His roots may originate from Anglo-Saxon and Norse winter customs but he has become fully Americanized in recent years. [2]

 

Achmid on the other hand originated in the air masses associated with the Equatorial and Tropical areas of our planet. Hot, humid air was first documented in Greece around 400 BC by Hippocrates, who noticed that health could be tied to the source of the winds flowing into a city, although the science behind Hippocrates’ writings on the subject are totally without merit.  Our sprite Achmid is much older and traces his lineage back to ancient Egypt. He is a cousin of Shu (/fu/ meaning “emptiness” and “he who rises up”) one of the primordial gods in Egyptian mythology, a personification of air, one of the Ennead of Heliopolis. Like the air, Shu was considered to be cooling, and thus a calming influence, and a pacifier. Due to his association with air, calm, and thus Ma’at (truth, justice and order), Shu was portrayed in art wearing an ostrich feather. [3]

Well, they say family traits skip a generation and that does appear to be true in Achmid’s case because he could be the poster child for all things un-cooling. At the end of the Old Kingdom there occurred a terrible weather disaster when Tefnut and Shu argued, and Tefnut left Egypt for Nubia, a more temperate clime, and did not return until Achmid convinced her that heat just was not that sexy without moisture to make it humid.

However, I digress; our Achmid is a sprite of the air. The south wind to be precise; the south wind is a hot, fiery wind, concerned with power, energy, and excitement. It is said that when the south wind blows, go to a windy place and light a candle in a lantern or glass jar and say:

“Spirit of the south wind,

That brings the fiery heat

Bring passion and excitement into my life

And fill me with your energy.” [4]

 

Now I am quite aware of the incongruity of this incantation, beseeching the South wind, a wind that blows hot air, makes us hot and sticky, causes Duncan Dickey to seek out cooler locals, and generally raises our electric bills to assist ones love life. Why would anyone want that kind of weather? Well if you are someone who enjoys the company of females then you know the sublime pleasure of watching a woman wrapped in a loose fitting garment stroll by on a hot summer’s eve. The gentle movement of her shape, curves, prominences, and symmetries are the things that drive passion and excitement.

You see dear reader just writing about warm, moist air causes my mind to wander and I beg your pardon while I return to the topic at hand; where and how Achmid Huchmid originated and what his role is in our story.

From this data we can surmise that Achmid originates in the equatorial regions of the Middle East and after a lengthy period of time moves off the coast of North Africa and begins his long, solo journey across the Atlantic ocean, picking up copious amounts of moisture along the way.

 

References

2. “Jack Frost”, Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia.Wikimedia Foundation, Inc., 9 May 2016. <http://wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Frost#cite_note-1>

3. “Shu (Egyptian god)”, Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia. Wikimedia Foundation, Inc., 10 May 2016,”< http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shu_(Egyptian_god)>

4. Franklin, A. (2005) “Working with Fairies: Magick, Spells, Potions & Recipes to Attract and See Them”, Career Press, 2005.

a mini-end of days

The power went out around 06:00 P.M.; how thoughtful that it waited until after I had already microwaved diner. I have read about as much of Margaret Atwood’s “Oryx and Crake” that my brain can handle for one day, besides the light will be gone soon, so now it is just you and me. It is a bit apocalyptic in a quiet, peaceful sort of way. If you think about it, a power outage is very much like what I would imagine Armageddon to be like. Perhaps these mini-extinctions are a prelude to the real event; i.e. our Forty-fifth finally looses it and calls his opposite number in Moscow to inform him that the deal of deals is off and if he wants his condo money back, he will just have to come and take it. One thing leads to another and it is on, bitch!

The result is the end, so here I sit, imagination running rampant, and with limitless pages to express it on, while I wait for the power to return. Good thing I have candles, good thing the humidity is lower, good thing Nala does not require heated cat food; I could go for a cuppa Sleepy Time tea though.

Excuse me; I need to light a candle because I cannot see the keyboard in the growing dark. Ah, that is better. Another catastrophe, I just knocked over my mouse. In the process, the battery lid took advantage of the chaos to escape, I think it went somewhere beneath the couch. Far back in the dark recesses, where only lost pistachio nuts, cat toys, and fallen food debris now hold dominion; that is where it has sought and found refuge. No point in trying to coax it out, I will have to mount an expedition to retrieve it, and that means moving furniture in the dark [gasp].

Another crisis averted, still no power but I now have an intact mouse-pointing device. It is now 08:10 P.M., a tad early for bed, besides I can still hear children playing outside, the noisy little bastards; are they not aware that the world has come to its inevitable end.

I suppose I could take a dose of ZZZZ-Quell and sleep through the End of Days but then I would miss so much. Too bad that I have no randy, loose-moraled neighbors to cavort with, scenarios like an end-times’ power outage are rife with sexual fantasies at such moments as these. Not that it would do me much good, it has been so long since__, I am not sure that everything functions as designed. It could be a hardware or a software issue, or perhaps both.

I wonder what caused this electrical faux pas. The last significant power failure was due to a less than diligent motor vehicle operator who crashed his car into my building’s power supply, (those gray-green metal boxes that control the electrical supply) while attempting to park his truck. That outage lasted over a weekend; damn I hope this is not a repeat of that event. Oh, it is probably only the North Koreans detonating an Electromagnetic Pulse (EMP) air-burst nuclear device, which has disabled the entire National power grid. I am such a worrywart.