Democrats don't need to despair that there is no clear successor to Biden.
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| 1968: "I shall not seek the nomination" |
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| 2015: Crowd of 3,000 in Rochester, New Hampshire |
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| 1968: "I shall not seek the nomination" |
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| 2015: Crowd of 3,000 in Rochester, New Hampshire |
A stake was driven through the heart of American democracy on January 6, and our democracy today is on a knife's edge.The war on democracy instigated by the former president and his political party allies on January 6 was the natural and foreseeable culmination of the war for America. It was the final fateful day for the execution of a well-developed plan by the former president to overturn the 2020 presidential election at any cost, so that he could cling to power that the American People had decided to confer upon his successor , the next president of the United States instead. Knowing full well that he had lost the 2020 presidential election, the former president and his allies and supporters falsely claimed and proclaimed to the nation that he had won the election, and then he and they set about to overturn the election that he and they knew the former president had lost.
January 6 was not merely a protest, it represented the greatest movement in the history of our Country to Make America Great Again. It was about an Election that was Rigged and Stolen, and a Country that was about to go to HELL.
Sport is life.
Or, to quote from the Apple TV series Ted Lasso, "Football is life."
"Football is life" are the words used by the Dani Rojas character. He bursts onto the scene with the bounding exuberance and joy of a puppy let off its leash. The character is eager to embrace life, his new team, and the game of football--i.e. soccer as we would call it. The show is on Apple TV and worth the subscription price. Binge, then cancel, if you like. Amid everything going on in the world, the Ted Lasso show is a welcome view of a game, a team, life, and the effect of a relentless positive attitude.
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| https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FDFBG7_0H5I |
Football is life goes both ways. Life is football. Life, including the behaviors of political life, shows up in sports. Something new and coarse is happening in crowd behavior, most recently and visibly among crowds at NBA games.
Jack Mullen was a multi-sport athlete in his youth in Medford. He is a lifelong sports fan. He also a close reader of political news. In our youths we thinned and picked pears together in Medford-area orchards. Later we both worked on the staff of SW Oregon Congressman Jim Weaver. Mullen asked to share this reflection.
Guest Post by Jack Mullen
Once my father took his nose out of the newspaper and showed me a photo of Stan Musial and Adlai Stevenson talking to each other. I was hooked. My lifelong love affair with sports and politics began that day and has never ceased.
I still have a hop in my step every morning, rain or shine, as I unfold my newspaper before entering my abode. I glance at the front page before moving to the sports page. On rare occasions, such as back in the days of Watergate, I stay on the front page. Usually I jump immediately to the sports page.
This week, the competition for my attention between the front page and sports page is intense. Zoe Lofgren and Liz Cheney are lifting my spirits just as the basketball fans in the Boston Garden are taking sports fandom to a new low. My concern that our fragile democracy is on its last legs haunts me daily. The efforts of those on the January 6 Committee give me hope that we still have a fighting chance to save our democracy, just as members of the Senate Watergate Committee saved our democracy in the 20th century, as Lincoln in the 19th century.
Meanwhile, in Boston, the hometown Boston Celtic fans showered opposing Golden State basketball players Draymond Green and Steph Curry with chants of “F*** You, Drey-mond” and “F*** You Steph-on”. Warrior coach Steve Kerr and player Klay Thompson, in the same vein as that Senator in 1954 said to Joe McCarthy “Have you no decency, Sir?”, at the post game press conference, said, “real classy, Boston”.
I am left to wonder, just what are we now in the last days of spring 2022? Will decency find its way back in America? It is a real struggle.
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Enough already.
"Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Till it's gone"
Joni Mitchell
I left San Francisco after calling it home for sixteen years because my mother's health required me to move to the east coast. I had lived on the line between the Mission and the Castro from the start, and I knew there were plenty of things I'd miss: easy access to public transportation and restaurants; a walkable neighborhood with lots of history; a casual environment where no one cared what I wore or how I earned a living; good (though boring) weather, and almost unlimited opportunities to walk in nature, hear music and watch live sports. I wish I could say the living was easy. But over the years, the dark side of San Francisco had begun to gnaw at me. By the time I left, I was convinced that people (like me) trying to live day to day in relative peace and security were invisible and expendable to the city government. Meaning no one was expected to take so-called quality of life rules seriously. We had our newspaper delivered and it was stolen about half the time. We couldn't leave so much as a paper clip in our parked car for fear of having the window smashed. Forget about leaving a bag of groceries in the back while carting the first batch upstairs. People woke us at 3 a.m. calling our intercom, hoping we would buzz them into our building. The Little Free Library a few blocks away was vandalized so often that its owner took it down. Walking from my front door to the grocery store was an invitation to verbal abuse from mentally ill or drug-addled people. I might open my garage door to discover someone sleeping in front of it. Any public park or seating area was taken over by homeless people.
None of these were major crimes, and many were just annoyances, but I was sure they wouldn't be tolerated in most communities around the country - and certainly not where homes cost what they do in San Francisco. But San Francisco just wasn't good at setting limits. Reporting any vandalism or theft felt pointless. Perpetrators ignored court summonses for minor offenses with impunity. Those convicted usually didn't serve time. Even something like the theft of an expensive bicycle would be of no interest to the authorities. In fact, thieves brazenly displayed dozens of stolen bikes for sale on sidewalks. For property crimes, the standard advice was"call your insurance company." And openly complaining about it made you vulnerable to criticism. Compassion for drug addicts and the mentally ill - which we did have - was supposed to erase any feeling that our own rights were important.
The San Francisco annual budget is $13.1 billion this year, more than some states. The city pours money into homeless shelters, drug treatment, mental health care, street cleaning, social workers, nonprofits and community policing. Yet in the years since I left, things have deteriorated more, to the point where the city has become a symbol of failed "liberal" policies. New people are always arriving in San Francisco needing help, and many are successfully moved into housing, jobs and a drug free life. But big picture, daily life for the average citizen continues to be frustrating and sometimes infuriating.
Walking away from San Francisco's problems was a relief, and I know other former residents feel the same. I love living where I can leave tools and porch furniture outside all night with no fear they'll be stolen. And if they were stolen, my neighbors would be sympathetic. In San Francisco, all would agree it was my own fault, because anything not nailed down is fair game. It's not like my new neighbors are all about law and order. They just have the expectation of a peaceful, secure life. And most importantly, that extends to the people who enforce the laws. Sure, there are car break-ins and thefts. But they're taken seriously, investigated and prosecuted.
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"Banana Republicans"
I heard Larry Summers, say it on CNN this morning.
Clever insults have power. Pocahontas was Trump's snide name for Elizabeth Warren. It positioned Elizabeth Warren as a finagler and fraud, pretending to be a Native American. Pocahontas embodied an idea that motivated voters, that affirmative action hiring gives unfair advantage to people. Pocahontas associated her with that. Cruel, but smart, of Trump.
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| Castro giving a long speech |
The phrase Banana Republicans encapsulates multiple ideas and prejudices. There is no answer to it. There is no counter-argument, because it isn't an argument. It is a sneer. American self-image is one of a country with a secure, orderly government. Americans assume Latin American police are corrupt, the governments operate by nepotism, and that they easily slip into dictatorship or fascism or communism. Americans think Latin American strong-man dictatorship governments are evil, foolish, or both at once. We don't fear corrupt Latin American governments--because they are far away, south of the border, and not us.
The idea of Banana Republic imagines a sweaty man making long, impassioned speeches to adoring--or intimidated--crowds: Castro. We imagine a fascist terror government: Pinochet. We imagine a narco state: Columbia. We imagine a terrorist military government with dissidents disappearing in the night: Brazil. We imagine a corrupt, populist socialist Venezuela. None of it is good.
Banana Republics are TV and movie caricatures. We envision military men with a chest full of medals.
Latin American dictatorships can be played for laughs. Woody Allen wrote and directed Bananas.
As Trump well understood, people in the USA have a snooty prejudice against Latin Americans and their governments. There is no groundswell of fear that immigrants from Norway, as Trump suggested as a preferred alternative, would change the American way of life for the worse. Norway isn't a "shit-hole country." Banana republics are. Trump successfully weaponized our prejudices. Banana Republicans turns the table.
The Banana Republicans insult widens the focus from Trump to all Republicans. The insult is not an argument or even a description. It is a name. It assumes the guilt.
Like a majority of GOP House Members, my own U.S. Representative, Cliff Bentz voted not to accept Pennsylvania's electoral votes in the night following the attack on the Capitol. At the time it may have seemed to him like a middle-of-the-road, cautious vote. Now, with the revelations of the former president's post-election plans, his vote looks like part of his corrupt effort to stop the peaceful transfer of power. Trump is on record telling the Justice Department falsely to announce they found fraud in the election. That's all we need, he said; the White House and GOP House Members will do the rest. Now those GOP House Members look like toadies and co-conspirators. A description can be argued, but a name is an identity and it is one associated with shame.
They are Banana Republicans. We will be hearing this phrase often.
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