Well, it's still dark outside at 6:30 a.m. We have been having stunning amounts of rain, even by Hilo standards. I have the space heater on to warm my feet, because it's 65 degrees in the house, just a little chilly for comfort.
It's dispiriting to see the Democrats on the Hill caving in. The Republicans are merely craven opportunists, so I know what to expect from them. Somehow, compromising for the sake of staying in the game seems even more craven to me. Generally, wheeling and dealing are part of the political game, but accepting any aspect of Trump's fascist agenda is unforgivable. So I'm giving up activism aimed at people in Washington. Institutions will not save us.
Blogger Timothy Burke nails David Brooks's hide to the wall. I can't bear to read Brooks except now and then, and I think he's awful on television, with his more in sorrow than in anger demeanor as he goes on about the follies of those who are not David Brooks, so my picture of him is not complete; this comprehensive rundown is very helpful.
The commentary is never about the “I” that is writing. So today Brooks is his usual self: the marches were very nice, you see, but they’re about the wrong thing. And also it’s the wrong time–it’s always the wrong time, strangely enough, for this kind of politics, according to Brooks, except at some point in the past that Brooks usually knows almost nothing about. (Protip hint, should he ever grow curious: there has never been a social movement in this country or any other which included everyone in all segments of society. Every “success”, like the civil rights movement, the favorite of sanctimonious pundits, had numerous enemies and was socially divisive.)
And right now women as a class are under attack! How much longer can we afford to suck it up and make nice?
A feeble light is dawning now. I'm looking at the banana plants in our side yard that the winds have totally messed up. Fire ants (imported from Florida via decorative plants) love to live in banana plants. Our neighbor did a fire ant treatment for us while we were gone, because his cat, who is always over here, was getting bit. Now Terry can go out and trim away and clean the plants. But he, too, is not in the best of shape. He caught the cold too, though he has not been nearly as ill as I have been.