They Aren’t Terrible People

 “I’ve met them, talked to them.  They aren’t terrible people.”

A good friend, who is a far more tolerant person than I ever want to be, if I could be, keeps trying to convince me that Trump’s voters have some value, deep down inside, far below the surface, that makes them redeemable. Apparently, it’s hidden underneath their lizard skin “disguises.”  “I’ve met them, talked to them.  They aren’t terrible people,”  he says.  When he lived in an industrial farming area, his neighbors were all red neck, uneducated, agricultural-welfare dependent, Trumpers.  They imagined themselves to be “conservative” and, even, capitalist, while desperately depending on “the big city” to pay their bills, build their roads, install and maintain their communications systems, provide their power, and create fake markets for their toxic commodity “crops.”

He is, mostly, a city kid who grew up with the Mayberry image of rural people being kinda stupid, but good-hearted and trustworthy.  He is incredibly well-travelled, nationally and internationally, I’m none of those.  I’ve been in Mexico and Canada, both by motorcycle and plane, and I tend to keep to myself and rarely put much effort into getting to know people while I travel.  I suspect my friend and his wife are downright gregarious, when they travel. 

First, if they are “not terrible people,” you’re going to have to explain to me what morality and ethical code they use to re-elect a convicted felon with multiple outstanding charges pending, a rapist who has been successfully sued for committing rape and accused of rape dozens of times, and who tried to overthrow an election.  Really?  That’s something “good people” would do? 

I grew up in small town, western Kansas and spent a good bit of my early career years working in agriculture: first, as an electronic scales (weights and measures) technician and, second, as an electrical engineer for an irrigation manufacturer.  In both jobs, I was always surrounded by, what Gene Wilder, in Blazing Saddles, described as, “people of the land, the common clay of the new west.  You know, morons.”  For the ultimate city guy, Mel Brooks read the rural Midwest like it was a child’s first book.  When I hear politicians babble about “hardworking farmers,” I always have to laugh.  As a field service technician working for those characters, when I had to get the equipment owner to make a financial decision, I always had to hunt them down in the local bar, regardless of the time of day.  And they would always be in the company of a half-dozen or more other rich, idle farmers complaining about the size of their welfare checks or pretending to know something about the scary “Big City” based on the stupid stuff they’d seen on television.

I grew up around those people and the one thing I learned, above all others, is that they only tolerate people who look, believe, act, and talk like themselves.  For the first half of my life, I’d learned to become a cultural chameleon: imitating the accent, mannerisms, and appearance of the people I worked with and for, from living in Kansas to Texas to Nebraska and all of the surrounding states and customers.  A rare example of my forgetting to stay “in character and costume” is the story, “The Last Wagon Wheel Gig,” and that experience stuck with me for the rest of my life (which could have been cut very short that night).

It would be a mistake to assume that everyone in the rural areas is an asshole, but starting with that assumption is always a good idea.  Even total asshole states like Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Utah, the Dakotas, and the deep south, still have 25%-to-almost-50% of their population leaning somewhat progressive.  As James Dickey tried to depict in his book, Deliverance, in those places, the nicest people are among the finest, kindest, most generous examples of humans on the planet, while the rest are solidly the absolute worst.  It’s always a good plan to stay incognito until you know who you’re dealing with. 

At the other end of that scale, when I was barely 19, I moved to Dallas, Texas for a fly-by-night computer programming school (that folded less than a year after they’d taken all of my college savings and were sued by students and parents).  It didn’t take long for me to figure out that the worst people in “the big city” were rural immigrants and, consistently, the only people who were trustworthy and decent were people who had lived their whole lives in the city.  Of course, most of the people I met were in my economic class (poor), but not all of them. 

For me, moving to California (the L.A. area, in fact), in 1983, was a brief moment in my life of simply being who I am without any sort of costume.  I was there for almost a decade it and, for a closet liberal/hippy/semi-creative, that was my “coming out party.”  When I left California, I (lucky for me) tried Indiana first, which quickly helped me rebuild my damn closet and outfit it with all of my old disguises.  Indiana is a disgustingly red state, filled with beat-down, uneducated, lazy, mostly-white, poor people and a tiny minority of filthy rich, idle and useless, nepo-baby, ruling elites.  That pack of ruling elites are proudly anti-union, anti-education, anti-immigrant, and fascist Republicans.  I was there in a half-hearted (by the company owners) attempt to bring product design and manufacturing to a small audio electronics division of a company that had long-since abandoned everything but marketing and sales and was sinking into corporate oblivion (which would happen two years later). 

From there, I moved to Denver, Colorado and, like Dallas and California, the most vile urban Coloradans are consistently rural immigrants to “the big city.”  They bring their prejudice, ignorance, and gullibility with them and drag the city down with them.  Like most of the nation’s urban areas, Denver is a liberal, “Blue” city surrounded by imbecilic red-staters (Representative Bobert is a prime example of rural Colorado).  From Denver to Minneapolis in 1996 to today, the rule remains true: rural implants to the city are more often than not idiots dragging everyone else down with them.  And it is a huge mistake to assume that they are benign idiots, since they are overwhelmingly the characters who decide gunning down a building full of little kids or assassinating a popular, productive politician is an act of rebellion. 

So, my friend, I disagree with you.  They are “terrible people” and, typically, so are their offspring: untrustworthy, racist, violent, gullible, selfish, and greedy.  Stupid people tend to produce more stupid people and that is exactly why this country is where it is today. 

A Hopeful Unintended Consequence

 At my age and during the current de-evolving condition of this country, I’m not much for hope.  Because a growing majority of the human population is stupid, lazy, vile, and corrupt, it’s hard to see much good happening in the future until we make it all the way to The Marching Morons stage where the functional minority decides to ship the dead weight off to Mars or actually designs a killer virus that attacks the “conservative chromosomes” and purges the planet of the sluggard mass of humanity.  But even with the current race to the bottom coming at us from every direction, I have one slight hope for Republican’s historic tendency for unintended consequences having a positive outcome.  It’s a slight hope, but that’s still infinitely more than no hope.

As was intended by our slave-holding founders, the US federal government is grossly over-represented by low population, dependent, rural red states and red areas in the few populated blue states.  These are not bright folks and, while they are totally dependent on tax-paying blue states and urban areas for every aspect of what passes for “modern life” in backwards rural areas, they imagine themselves as being critical, self-sufficient, and necessary.  If they aren’t from California (almost 50%), Washington, Oregon, the rapidly diminishing unflooded bits of Florida, small portions of Texas, Colorado, and small rural and urban truck farms across the country, rural politicians bragging about their constituents “putting food on the table” for the rest of the country are talking about US agriculture production of inedible commodities like corn intended for energy production, animal feed, and the kind of “processed food” (i.e. “pre-digested food”) that even Worm Boy thinks is harmful. The rest of that “food production” is the world’s carbon production champ: cattle, pigs, and other meat animals. 

The US government pays out somewhere around $38B/year just to subsidize beef and milk production.  Call it what it is, corporate welfare.  Without that money being handed out to deadbeat farmers/feedlots/ag-factories producing products no one but suckers in the US are willing to eat, a Big Mac would cost somewhere more than $13 instead of $5.  As University of Oxford study of British diets pointed out, “meat-rich diets (more than 100g of meat per day) resulted in 7.2kg of CO₂ emissions, vegetarian and pescatarian diets about 3.8kg of CO₂ per day, and vegan diets only 2.9kg per day. Much of this difference comes from heavy reliance on cattle production.” 

In the US, unless we’re giving it away, there are few customers for our antibiotic-saturated, pesticide and herbicide-resistant poisoned GMO-fed meat products.  So, with more assistance from federal subsidies, that is exactly how the slim remainder of our world agricultural “markets” are propped up.  In the meantime, almost 20% of the food Americans eat, including meat products (especially lamb) are imported, as are considerably more of our fruits and non-corn vegetables.  If the reason rural America is propped up by urban consumers is “food production,” urban consumers are getting screwed.  And they are.

And here comes the “hopeful” bit.

The current “administration” (to abuse that word viciously) is bent on eliminating practically every form of federal assistance to anyone who isn’t a billionaire.  Killing off Medicaid, alone, is going to decimate healthcare in rural areas, which are already in dire straits due to a lack of doctors, nurses, and up-to-date facilities.  In most rural areas, up to 50% of the patients depend on Medicaid assistance to have any sort of healthcare coverage.  Almost all “industry” in rural areas is dependent on federal supports and assistance and urban support for infrastructure.  Between the threats to rural infrastructure, education, medical care, and commerce and Trump’s war on cities, we could see a Detroit-style urban food independence movement, nationally.  In 2017, during a visit to Detroit for a technical course, I took a tour of the city that was mostly designed to illustrate the damage white flight, the damage the DeVos mob did to Detroit’s public education system, and the abandoned industrial and residential areas.  The tour ended up highlighting many of the brand new urban truck, hydrophonic, and greenhouse farms and the businesses that sprouted up to make use of the food now being produced in the city. 

If cities take the rural-vs-urban economic and cultural war as seriously as the rural rubes have in their whole-hearted endorsement of Trump’s fascism, cities could decide to keep their wealth, talent, and resources to themselves.  One offshoot of that could be moving protein production (meat) from rural handouts to investing that money into urban “cultivated” or lab-grown meat production.  That could be a game-changer in more ways than any Republican ever imagined.  States can more easily shut off the financial support of their own rural areas easier than blue states can cut off red states.  Once that kind of movement is happening in places like California, Washington state, New York, and even Minnesota, where all of the financial support for red states originates, the country could see an economic battle waged between urban and rural area that would transform local and national economics, food production, and politics.  Without the bogus “food producers” argument, rural areas will be forced to confront their own lack of contribution and value and that could be the end of the kind of communities that the Department of Agriculture has been defending and supporting since 1862, when the department was created by President Lincoln for exactly that purpose: “to provide leadership on food, agriculture, natural resources, and rural development, and to promote economic opportunity, foster sustainable agriculture, and ensure a safe, nutritious, and affordable food supply for all Americans and for the world.”

I’m not just hoping that plant-based, cultivated, or lab-grown “meat” replaces feedlot “farmed” meat because I want to see rural America and industrial agriculture get what’s coming to it (that is an attraction, though).  I actually like many of those products, especially sausages from Field and Roast and cheese substitutes from Miyoko’s way better than the animal products.  Vegan replacements for “meat,” like Beyond Beef and several other hard-to-find meat substitutes are not just better for the planet and my own health, they taste as good or better than the “real thing.”  We are long past the point where sustaining rural “lifestyles” is worth the sacrifice the rest of the country is forced to make so that the dumbest kid in the family can afford to inherit the farm/ranch.  Personally, I think that would be a good beginning to updating and redesigning the government of the United States of America. 

One Foot in Front of the Other

 “Every child had a pretty good shot, to get at least as far as their old man got, but something happened on the way to that place, they threw an American flag in our face.”

 

The late civil rights icon and Democratic Congressman John Lewis, died on this date (July 17) five years ago.  In 1965, Mr. Lewis was beaten to the ground and arrested in Selma, Alabama by lawless cops and a mob of white men, who assumed they would be unidentified and even praised for defending segregation and white power by violently breaking up a peaceful, non-violent march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge petitioning for voting rights.  Mr. Lewis was 25 that year and I was 17.  This year, today, I officially turned 77 on the “anniversary” of John Lewis’ death.  Although I’ve rounded my age off to 77 since sometime in mid-January.  Congressman John Lewis was fighting for justice, decency, equality, and the tattered remains of American democracy into his last week of dying of pancreatic cancer at 80-years-old. 

 

I, on the other hand, woke up this morning without any hope for this country; and I have been on the white privileged end of the stick for all of my 77 years.  The closest thing to knowing what it’s like to be non-white, that I have experienced, has been a result of my life-long atheism.  And that is, more or less, a choice I made at age 9 after watching my mother die of cancer at 34 and hearing the cynical “God works in mysterious ways” bullshit from the so-called adults in my life.  All I had to do was pretend to believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the god-of-the-moment, like every other faux-believer overcrowding and polluting this world, and I could have avoided any of the discrimination I’ve experienced as “a godless heathen.”  [Yes, I absolutely believe that 99.999…% of the people pretending to be Christian, Muslim, religious Jews, and the rest of LaLa Land worshipers only “believe” in the bits that benefit themselves and pretend the inconvenient “love thy neighbor” bits are inconsequential and inconvenient.] 

My pitiful contribution to humanity and my country, today, is supposed to involve changing from my usual “whatever was at the top of my dresser drawer outfit” to my “Sunday best,” a 40-mile drive to Northfield, and a short walk across a park and a block-long bridge on a mild summer day to participate in the Northfield Good Trouble Lives On March. 

The Red Wing Friday protest has been diminishing steadily for the past month or so, after peaking at about 300 people (far short of 3.5%) in June.  Most Americans appear to be unsupportive of the Republican platform, but most are clearly baffled by Russia’s non-stop disinformation and the weak knees of the pitiful remains of the US billionaire-owned MSM.  We are clearly at one of our 80-year-reinvention moments [If you aren’t familiar with this historic cycle, I really recommend that you read that last link.] and, this time it seems that it could be the last one.  It isn’t because of Russian interference, billionaire contamination, or even the fact that the Republican Party is totally fixated on destroying the United States of America.  I think the country has been breeding for stupid for so long that we’re at a turning point that will require more than a moderate level of ruthlessness from the people who actually make things work.  So far, I’m not seeing any signs that is likely to happen. 

A friend, whose opinion matters to me, argued that it’s worth putting in an appearance, especially in a venue as benign as Northfield, Minnesota where the odds are good that Republican violence is unlikely.  I’m torn.  I’m not worried about my safety, other than the drive which is no more dangerous on Thursday afternoon than Sunday morning, from the usual Trump-deranged nutjob with a car full of weapons.  We have lots of them in Minnesota, like every other part of the country that has an inventory of uneducated, uninformed, racist idiots.  In other words, rural people everywhere.  At 77, I’m more worried about living too long than dying too soon.  My father lived to 91, but his last two decades were almost totally without anything resembling a quality of life.  My younger brother and I are the oldest males from my mother’s side of our family.  And I’m definitely at the stage of life where I am giving up favorite activities at an uncomfortable rate. 

So, my only real resistance to “one more protest” action is that it feels pointless.  The wild hope is that the Trump resistance will meet or exceed the magic 3 ½% mark.  Maybe it’s because I live in a cowardly, conservative rural area, but I know a LOT of people who express disappointment and, even, outrage at the Republican assault on American democracy.  But they aren’t bothered enough to even join a safe local protest that lasts for 1 hour on Fridays.  If that level of “participation” is too big a step to make, rebelling against a national fascist takeover is not a possibility.  And that is where I am, today.  Do I keep trying to make some kind of contribution in a country that is doomed to fall into fascism and decline or do I begin to marshal my resources and plot an escape?  I have no interest in being “the last Jew to leave Germany.” 

“I’m Not Russian”

In 2015, when Trump first started to make idiot noises about running for President, local goobers would ask me “How do you feel about Donald Trump?” 

My answer was always “He’s got nothing for me.  I’m not Russian and I don’t care about billionaires” and that would almost always end the conversation.  Usually, the questioner would walk away in a huff and, at best, I’d never have to speak to that moron again.  A big part of retiring, for me, was downsizing.  And A big part of downsizing was getting rid of paper books: a lifetime collection of paper books that once filled five 7-foot-tall bookshelves and an entire wall of our living room.  If we had kept that collection, it would fill an entire bedroom of our current home, including closing off access to a close or filling the closet.  Today, I still read A lot but I use my local library as my storage facility and most of what I read is on ebooks. That sometimes means I wait A long time to work my date way down the patron list before I get to check out and read A book I’m interested in.  an example of that would be Craig Unger’s House of Trump House of Putin: The Untold Story of Donald Trump and the Russian Mafia.  This is A 2018 book that I put on reserve, a year or two later, and justice now got. That isn’t A particularly onerous Handicap, because I usually have a dozen-to-fifty books on reserve and always have something on my E-readers waiting for me to finish whatever it is I’m currently reading.

However, House of Trump House of Putin was a surprise, even given my long-held opinion of Donald Trump.  My assumption of Trump’s Russian connections was not only confirmed in Unger’s book, but those connections were multiplied; exponentially.  The fact that Donald Trump is president and not in prison is evidence of, at least, 40 years of law enforcement failure.  From Ronald Reagan through Barack Obama, Trump’s business and personal connections to organized crime has been tested and proven in and out of court.  And while that has often cost him money in civil court, Trump’s ability to stay out of jail, even when convicted of felonies, is glaring evidence that our legal system needs an overhaul.  Obviously, “justice” for a rich white man has A completely different definition than it would for the rest of us.  And if that is “too woke” for you, I suggest you go fuck yourself.

At least for me, one of the bigger surprises in House of Trump House of Putin was the tight connection between the Russian mob and the Israeli mob and Mossad.  If the United States ever does A 1930’s-style political house cleaning, we will break all connections to Israel.  It is not possible to morally justify Being attached to a country that is, literally, organized crime throughout its political and economic system. 

“When Mexico sends its people, they’re not sending their best. […] They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us.  They’re bringing drugs.  They’re bringing crime.  They’re rapists.  And some, I assume, are good people.” (Time Magazine 2015)  You can multiply statement that by whatever exponent you feel comfortable tacking on, When it comes to Russia, their former Eastern bloc compatriots, and Israel.  Except, for the most part I think it’s unreasonable to assume many of these immigrants are “good people”.  Like Ivanka and Melania Trump, a whole lot of them were not legal immigrants, either.

Every move Trump has made, especially since January 2025, has been to degrade US national security and our national criminal justice system.  Obviously, all of those moves are to Russia’s and, particularly, Putin’s advantage.  Firing experienced FBI, CIA, and State Department experts (especially Russian experts) couldn’t be a more obvious present to Putin and our enemies in general.  There has never been a moment in Donald Trump’s life where he expressed or demonstrated a micron of patriotism or loyalty to any aspect of the US Constitution and, yet, his cult remains convinced he will “Make America Great Again.”  I might be inclined to ask what their definition of “great” is, but I have lived among these deadbeats, vipers, gangbangers, and fools my whole Midwestern life and I already know the answer.  The closest thing to an answer to that question was illustrated in “Idiocracy.” 

You’re Not That Smart (and neither am I)

 A friend sent me a link to an interview with Tom Nichols where he discussed the ideas that he describes in his book, The Death of Expertise: The Campaign Against Established Knowledge and Why It Matters.  A lot of this is stuff I’ve been thinking about as this next election cycle spins itself into another swirling bowl full of turds and vomit. Trump, of course, is the most disgusting turd in the bowl, but there is a lot of local and national fecal matter trailing him that is in no way an improvement in smell or content. Nichols puts a lot of emphasis on the decay in public trust of experts and the years of study and experience that goes into creating experts and he’s right that is a big thing. When your average barely-literate goober thinks he can make better decisions about everything from Gaza/Ukraine to technology/science/AI to climate change that’s a problem. When there are 77 million of them in the US alone, it’s more than a problem. It could very likely be the end of the United States of America as we’ve known it for the past 240+ years. You don’t have to fool all of the people all of the time, you just have to fool enough of them at the right time (aka Adolph Hitler).

Personally, I think a bigger problem is that the US has been literally misled for at least 45 years, at every level of leadership from education to business to government.  And by “misled” I mean the public has too often been corrupt, lazy, incompetent, and destructive, resulting in similar “public servants.”  Looking first at the corrupt part, in Michael Lewis’ book about the Great Recession around the world, Boomerang, Greece was a standout because of generations of distrust and almost universal cheating in every aspect of that culture.  The current US problem is, as Mr. Nichols says,  that our distrust of experts and our neighbors is “breaking down the bonds of trust that democracies rest on.” As a national population, our sense of obligation and duty to each other and our national ideals has decayed into “me first, then maybe you if you’re enough like me.”  Sadly, if you’re Black or Asian and you are reading this I suspect you are thinking, “So what else is ‘new’?”  And that is certainly one of the roots of the problem.  Our history of national racism has always made our words about freedom and liberty a cynical partial-truth at best.

From my own corporate experience, I’ve argued for at least 40 years that “everything is top-down.”  Meaning, if the people at the top of the economic and status ladder are liars and cheats, everyone else in the system will follow suit.  We’ve gone through a long period where average citizens have been cynical about government and corporate leaders.  From Nixon to Reagan to Clinton to the Bush 1 and II to Trump, the people at the top of our country have too often been self-serving, treasonous, cowardly, lazy, and even outright criminal.  Filtering down that leadership ladder, we have a Republican congress obligated to Russian oligarchs to corporate Republicans and Democrats who are just as obligated to other oligarchs.  When congresscritters aren’t behaving like stupid and spoiled children, they are obviously representing the richest and most powerful people in the country to the detriment of 99.9…% of the country.  If that is how the people leading the country behave, why would those following act differently?

And they don’t.  For brief moments in our country’s history, the people most benefiting from our economy and political system felt an obligation to pay some of that privilege forward to the rest of the country. 

In the 80s, the Reagan mobsters doubled-down on “greed is good” and the amoral “values” of “I’ve got mine, screw you.”  A substantial number of average citizens decided that if those rules were good enough for those guys it was good enough for them.  If a B-grade actor pretending to be President can stand in front of the country and whine that he was too dumb to know what his employees were doing in El Salvador and Iran, why should the rest of us have to behave decently?  Clinton’s fake “executive compensation reform” led to even more insane executive salaries disguised as incentives.  If corporate executives can pay themselves 4,000-10,000 times the average salary in their company, while making stupid and destructive decisions that bankrupt the business, why should their employees do more? Again, when the leaders, those who benefit the most do the least, that dribbles-down the chain of command to the feet on the ground where work happens. Or doesn’t happen because no one cares anymore.

I’m the poster child for exactly that response.  For the first 20 years of middle management in everything from a 3-man department in a small division of a midsized manufacturing and service company to managing more than 100 employees in a $50M/year manufacturing company, I’d acted as if the companies I worked for had some kind of purpose, a mission.  I’d convinced myself that my employers had a purpose beyond making the most useless people in the company (the executives) a lot of money for no measurable effort.

Once I realized how wrong I was, my motivational mantra became “I’m not working any harder for this company than the people who benefit the most.”  Working as “hard” as a typical CEO/CFO/COO/C-anything doesn’t take much effort.  Taking that little responsibility for the company’s performance doesn’t take any kind of commitment at all.  Thanks to that observation, I learned to pace myself, based on the commitment I saw at the top; and I was always close enough to those folks to know how little they were doing.  I took the energy and time that I once put into my job and applied it to my own skills and education.  After 1991, I refused every offered promotion into management (and I turned down several).  I maintained that imperative until I retired.  Hell, I still apply those rules to the volunteer work I do, when I do it.

Sadly, most people don’t do anything once they’ve calibrated their behavior to that of the ruling class.  I have always been astounded at how few employees take advantage of education benefits from work.  That makes education the cheapest benefit any company can offer.  So, not only do most US workers distrust management and government, they distrust themselves!  Instead of putting energy into improving themselves and creating some kind of security out of the flexibility that education provides, they numb themselves with sports and YouTube and other “entertainments.”

I don’t think any of this is “new,” either.  The combination of generations of “I’ve got street smarts” and the barely-latent racism that sprouted its ugly head during the Obama years has just allowed the worst and the dumbest to proudly spout their nonsense. Republicans and evangelicals who have always preyed on that crowd are leading them, and the rest of us, down the failed empire path to the expected historical bad ending.

"Without courage we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency.  We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest."

 

- Maya Angelou

 

Scary Philosophy

When I was 20, in 1968, the United States was at the beginning of the rapid decent into fascism we are now suffering in its full bloom.  On a false pretext, a CIA-fabricated and inflated “attack” on US battleships by ground-based North Vietnamese forces, my country had escalated the illegal war and invasion of a third world country for a laundry list of amoral and awful reasons.  We were moving from a country that was largely admired by the world for our participation in defeating Germany, Italy, and Japan’s fascism and representing democracy to the world, to becoming an outlaw nation that abused it’s military power for the profit of a few.  We are, now, solidly that country.  And I suspect there is no turning back.

Thanks to asthma, the Navy, Air Farce, Marines, and, finally, the US Army classified me as 1-Y, then 4-F, after I failed my Navy physical when I was 18, two years earlier.  Before that, I didn’t know what asthma was, I just thought I was a wimp who coughed up blood after running a couple of 100 yard sprints in football practice.  Supposedly, my father and step-mother knew, but I suppose they’d hoped I’d “grow out of it” and didn’t bother to explain any of my handicap to me.  I did grow out of it, too, after leaving Kansas and the agricultural air pollution of the Midwest and moving to the cleaner, less polluted Los Angeles environment in the 1980s. 

 

So, without the draft hanging over my head and a new wife to care for as a twenty-year-old without direction, other than protesting the Vietnam War, I was looking for a philosophy.  One of the few over-40-adults with the courage to speak out against the Vietnam War was Bertrand Russell, who had the good sense and decency to be a British citizen. In his book, The Problems of Philosophy, Russell presented me with the background for a lifetime of skepticism.  One of his many challenges was the thought that, to be an atheist (as opposed to the lazier agnostic I’d been up till then), I needed to explore all of the religions of the world and find them without meaning or utility.  So, while my new wife was back in school finishing her senior year in high school, and after I’d finished my meter-reading route for the day, I spent my afternoons in the downtown Dallas, Texas library.  That library is still one of the most amazing buildings I’ve ever experienced.  Since there are at least 10,000 religions in the world, I didn’t come close to carefully examining all of them, but most (like Christianity) are so burdened with superstition, magic, violence, prejudice, and ridiculous bullshit that they didn’t warrant much more than a brief glance to expose their lack of value. 

The two “religions” that I found the most fascinating and complex were Buddhism and Confucianism, both of which are only sort-of-religions and are more accurately described as philosophy.  Like religions, both have been thoroughly distorted, perverted, and made into something they weren’t and shouldn’t by defective, vicious, corrupt, greedy humans.  And that is when and where I first ran into the quote, “Choose your enemies wisely, for you will become them.”  Everyone from Confucius to Friedrich Nietzsche to Mary Dora Russell gets credit for that warning, but regardless of the origin, it appears to be true. 

What we take away from that fact is the place where philosophy becomes downright terrifying.  Taken as an absolute fact, it appears that the worst people are the most likely to benefit, long term, from choosing enemies, since evil will become good, eventually, and good will become evil.  The United States, today, seems to be a perfect example of exactly that.  Most recently, US Vice-President J.D. Vance (or whatever his name is at the moment) lectured what used to be our European allies on his perverted view of democracy, "You can believe it's wrong for Russia to buy social media advertisements to influence your elections. We certainly do,  But if your democracy can be destroyed with a few hundred thousand dollars of digital advertising from a foreign country, then it wasn't very strong to begin with."  Ironic words from a man apparently incapable of irony or any form of humor, since Russia bought his entire political party for a few million dollars.  Of course, Vance was defending Germany’s far right political parties, supported and sustained by Putin’s barely-disguised attempts to capture the EU in the same manner the US Republican Party was co-opted.

German Defense Minister Boris Pistorius bit back with, “If I understood him [Vance] correctly, he is comparing conditions in parts of Europe with those in authoritarian regimes.  That is unacceptable, and it is not the Europe and not the democracy in which I live and am currently campaigning.

“In our democracy, every opinion has a voice and it makes it possible for parties that are partly extremists such as the AfD, and they can campaign just as any other party, This is democracy.”

Germany, in 1941, chose democracy, peaceful and free nations as its enemy.  At least the majority of Americans (including Canada and Mexico) chose fascism as its enemy.  Today, Germany is defending democracy, peaceful and free nations, and its own national and regional security while the United States is opposing all those things, internally and world-wide.  We, apparently, did not choose our enemies wisely.