Barney Frank, long known as America’s crankiest liberal, is actually not feeling too badly. Frank retired from Congress in 2012, after three decades of representing Massachusetts’s Fourth District, then wrote a memoir, became a director of the Signature Bank, and took his curmudgeon act on the road as a lecturer. But the election of Donald Trump has not shattered his confidence about the nation’s political future. “This was not a wipeout. People will tend to overinterpret it. Remember, we got more votes than they did,” he said, in an interview this week. “And there is one silver living for us. They have succeeded in blaming us for everything that goes wrong in the world. From now on, anything bad that happens is on them. They control the whole government—White House, Senate, House, Supreme Court. Some people think that maybe Trump can somehow evade that responsibility, but I think it will be hard to blame it on some Mexicans when something goes wrong.”…
I’ve been trying to make some sense of the election in terms the the work that I do. I’m stuck. It feels like all of our tools are broken.
How do you begin to teach kids about media literacy when the PEOTUS is the source of the lie? The fact that the PEOTUS is tweeting lies is, in fact, news of quite some significance so it should be reported. Which further spreads the lie.
Don’t get your news via Facebook, kids. It’ll leave you in a filter bubble with walls so thick you won’t know that Donald Trump is going to win.
Don’t rely on Twitter, kids. An automated army of bots is out there doing their masters’ bidding–very, very well, apparently.
Rely on the the traditional press, kid, no wait, they’re getting it wrong, too…
… How might American democracy end? The United States would not be the first long-lasting government to collapse. Whether they supported communism or not, those who lived under it assumed, in Alexei Yurchak’s words, that communism was forever—until it was no more. Developments in the United States bear an uncomfortable resemblance to those that fore-shadowed the decline of democracy elsewhere in the world (Poland, Hungary, and Russia, and earlier, Latin America in the 1960s and interwar Europe).
There are three pieces to the puzzle of why and how democracies fail. The first involves public opinion…
This is my personal blog. Don’t read any more if you don’t like the F-word.. In this space, I’m gonna just say what I want to say.
I quit Facebook (for now at least).
I found out that quitting Facebook is a whole thing these days because elections happen and people who think we are smart and well informed were like. WTF? What the fuck just happened? At least half of the country is WAY different that I had thought and I had NO FUCKING IDEA…
I changed the windshield wipers on my car so I thought I was all way good at repairing stuff so I made a fucking hole in my kitchen that I don’t know how to fix.
I got a hair cut because I was really looking bad.
I got sick with some kind of new fucked-up version of the same cold I had two weeks ago.
My mom was sick and wasn’t eating so I had a really hard time sleeping which probably had a lot to do with getting sick.
My niece and her husband who were living in Hawaii decided to move back to Columbus, OH where they can both make more money and can buy houses in the nicest neighborhoods in Columbus for less than a condo or starter home in Honolulu. I’m happy for them, but my heart also broke a little… I changed that girl’s diapers. It is hard to see her move away…
I’m still depressed by the election. I kinda feel like the sentiment expressed in this Salon piece…
“Sore Winner” Syndrome: Why are Donald Trump’s Supporters Still so Angry? Abraham Lincoln Understood
(Credit: Reuters/Mike Segar/Salon)
They won the battle, but the war’s not over — and in their hearts they know they’ve surrendered to ugliness
It’s not surprising that the election of Donald Trump would cause an upheaval in civil society. The differences between the two visions of America that were presented in this campaign couldn’t be more stark, and it’s inevitable that they would play out beyond the political system.
Much of the unrest on the left has taken the form of protest marches and school walkouts, while the right is more inclined to drunken hooliganism, flying the Confederate flag and the like. This is America. We have free speech and a right to assemble, and regardless of how we feel about the “message” being sent by people on the other side, they have a right to say it.
But there also have been many reports of anonymous defacing of property with white power slogans and other racist, xenophobic and anti-Semitic phrases. And there are now hundreds of stories of individual acts of bullying and even hate crimes coming from people who call themselves Trump supporters, aimed at fellow Americans they see as their enemies.
We could see this in the Trump rallies, of course. They bristled with resentment and barely repressed violence. And no one can possibly argue that the candidate didn’t use those dark emotions to motivate his followers. In a “60 Minutes” interview with Lesley Stahl, Trump admitted that he did that consciously. When Stahl pointed out that people are scared, Trump had to be coaxed to say this:
Don’t be afraid. We are going to bring our country back. But certainly, don’t be afraid…
A few days ago, I decided that I was going to leave Facebook for a while. Now, I don’t know if my hiatus will be a brief respite from the filter bubbled world of my pre-Clinton-Trump naivete or if it will be permanent, but I know for sure that I need to step back and take a breath.
I knew well that I as living in in my algorithm-built filter bubble, but I think what has given me so much to think about is just how thick the walls of that bubble turned out to be.
I don’t think that my leaving Facebook will change the world or put Facebook out of business. I just need to figure out how subservient I, personally, want to be and whether I want to support Facebook’s business model by giving them my eyeballs to sell.
I don’t know what the solution will be, but I know that in an information ecosystem where half of the people of the United States of America, know SO LITTLE about the other half that the outcome of the election is such a shocking surprise means that something is sorely broken and needs to be changed.
Clearly, my time on Facebook felt like discourse. It felt like engagement. It felt like political dialogue. The problem that I had was that it turned out that my dialogue was actually nothing more than a soliloquy…
My mom, who now lives in a nursing home, wanted to go to church for Easter services so we planned for me to pick her up to go to the service which started at 9:00AM. When I pulled up to the facility, 15 Craigside, the parking lot was bustling and one of the parking lot attendants said, “Your mom is down here looking for you.” They wheeled mom out and she got in my car. The thing is that we usually park, sign in at the front desk in the lobby, go upstairs to the nursing floor, sign in as a visitor, sign my mom out for the trip, then reverse all of it before doing the transfer into the car. Mom being downstairs, therefore, was a bit unusual…
Mom, though, said, “I told them I was meeting you and I took my meds so we can go.” Hint: If you have a parent 89 years or older, when they tell you stuff that seems a little out of the ordinary, you should employ #Side-Eye.
We got to the church and mom was the belle of the ball. People greeted her warmly and the service was beautiful. After the service, we gathered in the meeting room for hospitality hour during which I got a text from my sister:
Yep, my mom broke herself out of the nursing home!
Long story short, we had a really great morning. Mom had a really good time seeing old friends. When we got back to 15 Craigside, every staff member greeted her jokingly as, “Holoholo Lady” and I had to apologize profusely and hang my head in shame a little. I’ll never really know for sure whether mom just got a little confused or whether she just wanted to assert some independence. I am a little suspicious that Holoholo Lady knew exactly what she was doing because when we returned, she was wearing her slightly sly smile. In fact, the more that I think about it, I’m convinced that she saw that there was a lot of activity in the facility, lots of residents and guest we’re going in and out of the nursing floor. There was an opportunity so she took it–Home Alone, style!!! LOL!
In the end, it was all worth it. Every day is an adventure to be lived!!!
I have recently been inspired to attempt to recreate the joys of 1970s era jello desserts. I’m talking orange jello with mandarin oranges stirred in. Nothing remotely close to the ultra-advanced ribbon jello dessert of our youth because I am paying homage, not engaging in an act of hubris.
I worked with a wonderful woman, Mrs. Ruth Chock, who was the music teacher at the elementary school where I worked. Ruth was famous for her ribbon jello. Always even. Always perfect. The thing is, that Ruth was one of the most precise and exacting people I’ve ever met. A friend and I once got the keys to her room and as a practical joke, went in and changed a handful of the files in her filing cabinet around. She BUSTED us within a day! She was exacting, but also a really good sport.
Anyway, Ruth once told me that to get her ribbon jello perfect, she counted the number of spaces in on the metal rack of her refrigerator because she knew the precise spot was where her refrigerator was exactly level so that each layer of jello and cream came out EXACTLY even.
Ruth has since passed, but I will always remember her and her ribbon jello with fondness and gratitude.
Here’s to you, Ruth!
Addendum: So, the instructions on the box of orange jello indicate that putting canned pineapple, kiwis, or other fruit into the jello is fine. Fresh pineapple or kiwis, however, will prevent the jello from setting. What’s up with that? Anyone know?