Category Archives: RESIST


Hope is fleeting some days.

In the Saint Louis Post Dispatch:

Woman kicked out of south St. Louis County pizza shop for not wearing mask pepper sprays employees

The House passed another stimulus bill, weeks ago.  The Republican-controlled Senate can’t even find agreement on a bill to introduce.

And the unemployed stare into an abyss.  Republicans just looks away.

Fifty percent of all mom/pop restaurants are projected to fail and close because of the pandemic and the need to limit people in enclosed spaces.

The Manhattan district attorney is investigating the Trump Co. and the Orangeness for financial abuse and fraud.

People I know are facing possible eviction from their homes.

I’m SO tired of all this winning.  And that swamp is luxurious green golf-land now.




Highlight headlines from this morning’s Washington Post:


God help us all, as we are surrounded by liars, lunatics, and a leaderless void.

“Avoiding” the news

I wrote in my journal this morning that I thought I might just avoid the news today.

That didn’t last long.

Take a look at

I share the outrage.  I am doing my part to quell this pandemic and help get our lives back to normal.  I want to hug again.  I want to sit with others again.  I want to perform, and see others perform.

The selfishness and arrogance inherent in those who do not distance and practice the safety measures — well, the mind is boggled.  And angry.  And infuriated.

I shouldn’t have read the news.

Then I watched the arrival of Congressman John Lewis’ mortal remains at the Capitol in Washington, D.C.

And I found myself weeping again.


Pageantry?  Certainly.

Grief?  Not for him, now on a brighter shore.

But for us.  For U.S.  For our national life and discourse.  For our commity.  For our place in the world.  For the work yet to be done.  For Black lives.  For my part in this continued struggle.

And then the farce just makes me furious again — the farce of Mitch McConnell eulogizing John Lewis when the Barrier from Kentucky (I wrote a different B word in my journal) has fought so much and so hard against things that Lewis fought for.


Will any President ever again be able to claim the Corruption Crown from Trump?

As our standing in the world continues to dive, his evil-and-corrupt factor continues to climb.

God help us.

From the Washington Post:

Everywhere, it seems, reality is colliding with Trump’s fantasies. This week alone, the White House pushed the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention to revise its advice on reopening schools to fit Trump’s rosy claims; an inspector general accused the administration of undercutting public trust by forcing the National Weather Service to support Trump’s fanciful claim that a hurricane menaced Alabama last September; and a lopsided Supreme Court majority dismissed Trump’s claims of “absolute immunity” as inconsistent with “200 years of precedent.”

Trump responded Thursday with another conspiracy theory. He rekindled his unsubstantiated “Obamagate” allegation that his predecessor perpetrated “the biggest political crime and scandal in U.S. history” by trying to sabotage Trump’s campaign.

And on Friday evening, Trump commuted Roger Stone’s sentence.

And then this column from Saturday:

Vile, evil ICE

This decision is wrong.  Vile.  Evil.  Xenophobic.  Short-sighted.  Cruel.  Unnecessary. Totally Trumpian.

As Kai Ryssdal reminded us on Monday, immigration policy is labor and employment policy too.

And if Trump & Cronies are trying to kill off colleges and universities, this is a good way to hasten the demise, since so many international students pay hard cash for full tuition.

Independence Day

As I write on Friday evening, July 3, I can hear the sound of helicopters nearby. Protesters are gathered two blocks away at US 40 and Kingshighway.

Me? I’m watching Hamilton and am finding myself deeply moved at the dramatization of the beginnings of this country.

Hamilton opens in 1776, after the writing of the Declaration of Independence that we celebrate on July 4. The stakes are high; the consequences, real.

My favorite line in the musical: “when my time is up, have I done enough?”.

We can say the same thing of our own day. The stakes are high. Black lives matter. Economic equality is a myth. Our national representatives are allowing this nation to slide toward a dictatorship. The environment must be saved.

These protests matter.

The consequences are real.

How we will assuage our national original sin, I do not know. But we must.

This Independence Day does not feel like a celebration very much, if at all. But I have hopes that better days are ahead, that our common lives will once again be valued and our arrogant national exceptionalism will be tamed, that our votes will matter this year, that we will find our way again.

And I do wonder, when my time is up, will I have done enough?

God, please bless America.

P.S., God — thank you for the gift of musical theatre and this miracle that is Hamilton. I sobbed through the last number.