Funny coincidence: just as I was getting ready to go down to the latest demo at Lincoln Park, they were playing that Stone's number on the oldies radio station, "You Can't Always Get What You Want," that has the line, I went to the demonstration/to get my fair share of abuse...However, the demo was fun and the cops were mellow.
This ongoing saga of a man with vile signs, at present styling himself as a "minister" whose mission is to save the unborn, who has been pushed back from appearing every weekday at the park to being there just once a week on Wednesdays, is coming to a head. Today, Pepe and his motorcycle gang removed Borden's signs and put them in his truck. Pepe was hoping to get arrested, but the cops just admonished him a little and let him alone. Borden put his signs back but it was an effort, and you could see that he was getting tired out.
I was down there but not close enough to see the action. There should be coverage tomorrow in the paper.
This man, James George Borden, has been very hard to deal with. He is getting worn down, though. One demonstrator observed that he has lost weight and looks kind of unwell. The opposition to him may be getting to him. Good. He can stop what he's doing and look after himself instead of being a public nuisance, and that would be a gain all around.
Meantime, all is well here and obladi oblada life goes on. Tonight we are having slow cooked lamb for dinner. Got to keep everyone fed!
Nietzsche, Ayn Rand's inspiration, has his apologists, but his philosophy, bastardized this way, has been the foundation of the madly selfish and greedy society we live in. It really is the truth, to many, that there are superior people, so superior that the rest of us subalterns must bend to their will. This thinking derives from the Hegelian notion of the progress and improvability of the human race and the march of history toward perfection. Nietzsche was reduced to aphorisms, mostly, which I think might have been the result of brain damage due to syphilis. I think it's a great joke on the human race that anyone takes his philosophy seriously. As I have explained here. (This piece needs revision, but I'm too lazy to do it.)
I don't think we need to go through philosophical conniptions to realize that humans are greedy and selfish and have to fight to curb their appetites instead of always giving in to them.
We do note how selfish and greedy people seem to get their way all too often. But they have to convince the rest of us that they deserve what they take from us. That is Trump in action, telling us that we want to be like him and should look up to him for his selfish and greedy nature.
Reubens in Hilo! I worried a few years ago when they fixed up the place, putting in air conditioning and a new floor, etc. but luckily the food is as good as ever. And the margaritas. One margarita does the job!
There has been some critique of restaurant decor arriving on this blog, so in defense of my good taste I offer you the Reuben's approach to fine dining in a superior atmosphere.
The crew has been up for an hour. It's 8:00 a.m. now. They have eaten their way through a prodigious amount of food already and are now going up to Volcanoes National Park to hike the Kilauea Iki Crater. I have to go to town and grocery shop !
It's lucky we were in Kona, because it rained and rained over here while we were gone. Some photos from our great Kona holiday:
Our grandson's rendition of their plane.
Royal Sea Cliff, where we stayed. Very nice. Two pools, one for romping and one for quiet activities, and a hot pool. Very nice amenities, some activities. Pleasant and comfortable condo apartments. Very well maintained. As last year in Kona, places like this were practically empty. I think it's getting too expensive for people. The rates were fair for what it was, but if you add in airfare and so on, it's a pricey holiday. We ate out twice and for the rest made our own meals.
Manago Hotel restaurant. As my granddaughter pointed out, this isn't one of those retro places. It is just exactly the same as it's always been, for who knows how many years, with the formica furniture. Their specialty is pork chops, which they serve with local style side dishes: white rice, potato salad, lima beans, slippery rice noodles, and onions and gravy. Terry and Paul and I had the chops, but the rest of the party of nine had seafood and hamburgers and fries, all delicious. Lucky we came early, because the place was packed by the time we left. It's very popular with locals and tourists, both.
A swim in the pool, a deli sandwich, a good book to read, a nap and an espresso. Life could not be better. We are all feeling quite mellow. We do get along well with each other, all being reasonably sane and cooperative. It is darn nice here in Kona. We will be going back to the real world, ie Hilo, in a couple of days.
It's fascinating to talk to people who have different views from one's own that are, from their standpoint, perfectly legitimate. This changes nothing but allows us to see and acknowledge the humanity in people with whom we fundamentally disagree.
Take the city vs. country (really suburban or exurban, because in many parts of the U.S. real country no longer exists.) The Illinois down stater on his several acres will tell you that Chicago is sucking up all the public money. He also does not like big agriculture, which has planted everything in corn and soy. He is affluent,still, but feels internal struggle and wishes things were not so expensive. Money is his top value and what he talks about most.
He's proud of his family and brags about them. He holds his place but is not attuned to change,which he sees as having negative consequences for him and prefers traditional roles for men and women, which means these days doing what women have always done in the way of supporting men and bringing up children but also earning money. He is wary of "minorities,"and doesn't know how to "handle" them.
He's not off base. He is what he is and believes what he believes. He has never had the luxury of saying money is no object. And, as he knows,Chicago mobsters and machine politicians and big ag have truly done a number on Illinois.
This is a composite figure. I've known many like him, including family members. He could be a Californian from Simi Valley complaining about the Mexicans (while maybe having Mexican relatives) an upstate New Yorker angry about anything coming out of NYC: suburban, not rural. This is the Republican base, at any rate outside the south. Which makes me wonder why the nutballs have been able to take over the party. It's not logical to expect people like this to support rich men who have inherited wealth or immigrants like Cruz or Rubio, or a black or female candidate. Which means nominating any of these contenders will doom the party in its bid for the presidency.
It's very friendly here. We have been conversing with Mainlanders, getting free information,opinions and advice,and we have been giving information,opinions and advice about the Big Island in return. It's all free and worth every penny. The cars are leaving now for lunch. Must go.
On Twitter I saw a photo of Chris Hayes playing with his son in a pool in the bright Caribbean sun. I was overcome with jealousy. Young, handsome, male, a minor celebrity, just famous enough to be happy about it, to have access to very famous people but not so famous as to have fame take over his whole life. Some people really do have better lives than others. We don't want to face it, so we spend our time tearing down the winners and trying to make losers out of them, or we practice resignation. Or become hero worshipers. Or wear ourselves out trying too hard. Or take up drink and/or drugs. Or confront and master the jealousy, the hardest thing to do. I'm trying...It is a form of love, of course. Yearning. Wanting what you can't have.
Sure, my life is great, but I want MORE! Is it silly for a 76 year old woman to feel this way? Probably. I wonder if this feeling is not part of Trump's attraction. His fans look at him and say, "He has a great life. That's the life I want for myself. Why don't I have that life? Who's fault is that?' His life is not to my taste, but it is to a lot of people, and I imagine the feeling he arouses is akin to what I feel.
So, trotting through my mundane existence, I did manage to accomplish these things with Terry's help:
Sorted out the presents. Terry wrapped them, because people laugh at my gift wrapping attempts. I'm not good at fiddly tasks. Took the cat to the kennel for boarding. Got the League of Women Voters' newsletter edited and formatted (with Terry's help) and sent off. Fixed us a couple of small steaks to fortify us for tomorrow's journey to Kona to pick up the family from the airport.
The Buddha Board is a lifeline right now, offering an easy creative outlet when I'm low on time, excess energy and inner resources. Just a board, water and a bamboo brush. This is very simple.
The mistake I've made has been to work from the outside in instead of from the inside out. Representation is not important to me so much as some inner vision. And working with the medium, in this case, water. I can extend this by photographing ones I like, photoshopping them, printing out the sketches, coloring or painting them, etc. if I want to. Or just making more of them and seeing what happens. I can also get ideas for ceramics.