Don’t equate material wealth with virtue. Or at least, consider it safer to make them inversely proportional.
I’ve written about how I feel about luck before. The odd and somewhat repulsive political climate leads me to think about it again.
I can’t be objective here: our president is a horrible person. Even if we were to set aside the overt misogyny, the subliminal racism, and the petulant social media usage, there is still the fact that he has turned into a cutthroat businessman. All of these things were well-known about him before we voted him into office, and yet this didn’t seem to discourage people from giving him keys to the kingdom.
So I begin to question why. The only thing that makes sense to me is that people view his financial wealth and social capital as markers of success. Seeing that success, they automatically assume that the man in possession of it is intelligent, hard working, and worthy of emulation. Who better to run the country? After all, everyone knows that hard work, intelligence, and quality moral fiber are what create success, right?
He owns a gold toilet.
Let that sink in for a bit. What type of person shits into precious metals? Maybe he doesn’t actually shit in it and just likes the form of a toilet. The motives aren’t as important as the fact that it exists because he wanted it to. This is a businessman who loves money and power, proving time and again that he is willing to tell lies to acquire more of it, that there’s never enough.
Yet somehow people still believe that this is a person who will act for their benefit. There was an article in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette some months ago about two Trump voters who still supported him after one of the dozens of stupid acts for which he is now almost celebrated. One of them related that he voted for Trump because (paraphrasing here) he was so rich that he already had everything and couldn’t be bought.(Note that information about cooperation with Russia was becoming very difficult to refute at this point also.) This voter equated rich with incorruptible, ignoring the fact that wealthy people aren’t wealthy because they have a habit of saying, “You know what? I already have more than I need. Let’s just call this good enough.”
A person doesn’t become wealthy, powerful, successful (whatever that’s defined to be) simply because they’re intelligent, hard working, or virtuous. Some of them legitimately got lucky. Some of them cheated their way to “success”. These are not necessarily people who stick up for the well-being of the millions of others upon which their fortune depends. The hordes of groping male celebrities are reinforcing this point. Just because a person has a gold toilet doesn’t mean he’s worth the shit it flushes.
You celebrate your way, I’ll celebrate mine.
I wanted to loudly proclaim how much I dislike leaf blowers when a coworker mistakenly believed I’d be on his side of an innocent, “This is ridiculous!” comment.
He was watching a news report about the number of leaf blower complaints received by a police department in a place that had outlawed them. I agreed that it was ridiculous, but on the grounds that if leaf blowers are outlawed, why the hell are people still using them, generating the calls? His miscalculation was easy to make.
I like rakes. I’m a rake man. If I had a property in which to rake, I would own one. In the opinion of many people, that little “if” absolutely disqualifies me from commenting much further about property maintenance. Somehow not being a person who feels the need to remove an acre of leaves from anything leads many folks to ignore any protest I can produce when the method they use to do that very thing is loud, annoying, and as I pointed out to my coworker, smelly when accomplished with the typical two-stroke motor. It’s a version of the you-didn’t-vote-so-you-can’t-bitch argument and just as fallacious.
Happy Halloween everybody, and if you’re into mischief, there are plenty of two stroke motors that need a little sugar, plenty of enlarged hair dryers that need a good cord trimming.
An update and some recommendations.
The trees are changing.
I, on the other hand, am editing. The draft is undergoing revisions and soon I’ll be selecting photos for it. I’ve never laid out a book with images before, so I’m excited to get started.
This is also a recommendation for all who read to take a look at Neil deGrasse Tyson’s version of Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey. It’s years old now, but I finally got around to watching the series while flat-sitting for some vacationing friends. Ann Druyan had a heavy hand in the making of this reboot, which was lovely to see. I’m also convinced that we need more things named after people like Carl Sagan and Tyson: Neil deGrasse Tyson Boulevard, Carl Sagan Center, The Tyson School of Etiology.
I read the Red Rising trilogy as well, and found it very violent but satisfying. I was nearly going to put the thing down after about 20 pages, but after a lamentably predictable start it goes into some entertaining directions and I found it hard to stop reading. If you’re in need of a fun sci-fi read and a little blood, find a way to put your eyes on it.
The equinox is almost upon us.
That’s all for now.
A milestone neither based on miles traveled nor made of stone.
The new book about all our travels back and forth across the country has reached this important (to me) point in its construction. Not that volume is representative of quality. Some facts:
- In answer to the question, “How long does it take to write 100,000 words?” the answer is, “About this long.” It’s taken me roughly eight months.
- 500 words per day, six days per week. It’s easier than I thought it would be. Very achievable for someone who didn’t think he had much to write.
- 237kb of storage space used for the text file.
- Created entirely with OpenOffice Writer.
- The book features 8 of our moves so far. There are 4 more to go. For now. 1 move has occurred during creation of the book, so subject to change.
- It’s over 75% written.
So I offer encouragement to anyone thinking of taking on a big project like this: don’t worry about selling it. It will be fun just to make it. One day you’ll have a printed copy for yourself, if nobody else, and it will have been fun to do.
Happy (belated) Solstice!
Playing a Cattle Decapitation album backwards actually removes plastic from the Great Pacific Garbage Patch.
The president keeps using #MAGA in his tweets. In the style of Satanists who inverted the cross and the scared parents who thought those same Satanists put messages into records played backwards (Remember that, kids?), I humbly submit a new pound-sign-letter-combination:
America is Great Already, Mister.
Substitutions can be made for the M, although my substitution is stymied by a semantic argument depending on whether you believe “mother” is one word, or only half of one.
Have a sane weekend!