Thursday, July 17, 2025

2025 Readings 64

 Last night I finished Sarah Kendzior's Hiding in Plain Sight: The Invention of Donald Trump and the Erosion of America. This is the third book of hers that I've read in the last couple months and I still have one left. I'll probably wait a bit, mainly because it angries up my blood. If you don't know about Kendzior you need to find her work, both in print and also online. She's been right about so many things over the last decade, including being one of the few people who predicted that Trump would win in 2016. You can tell she takes no great pleasure about always being right about Trump and his class of kleptocrats, and would prefer an America closer to what America was supposed to be. Besides bringing the good with extensive research, she's also a very good writer. Here's the beginning of her thoughtful and thought-provoking introduction:

The story of Donald Trump's rise to power is the story of a buried American history - buried because powerful people liked it that way. It was visible without being seen, influential without being named, ubiquitous without being overt.

The Trump administration is like a reality show featuring villains from every major political scandal of the past forty years - Watergate, Iran-Contra, 9/11, the Iraq War, the 2008 financial collapse - in recurring roles and revivals, despite the widespread desire of the public for the show to be canceled. From Roger Stone to Paul Manafort to William Barr, it is a Celebrity Apprentice of federal felons and disgraced operatives dragged out of the shadows and thrust back into the spotlight - with Donald Trump, yet again, at the helm. 

The crises of political corruption, organized crime, and endemic racism are all connected, and they shape everyday American life. But in addition to these structural problems, we contend with specific powerful individuals who have acted against the public good for their entire careers. We see the same old men, again and again, vampires feeding on a nation and draining the lifeblood from words like "treason" and "trauma" and "tragedy." They are buffered by backers who prefer to operate in silence, free from the consequences of scrutiny. There is a reason they call it a criminal underground: you walk over it every day, unaware it exists until the earth shakes below your feet.

In the eyes of autocrats and plutocrats, the future is not a right but a commodity. As climate change brings unparalleled crises, the future becomes a rare asset, meant to be hoarded like diamonds or gold. To millionaire elites, main of whom already had an apocalyptic bent, a depopulated world is not a tragedy but an opportunity - and certainly easier to manage as they insulate themselves from the ravages of a literally scorched earth. The last four decades have led to the hoarding of resources on a heretofore unimaginable scale by people who have neither baseline respect for human life nor a traditional sense of the future. Their destructive actions have programmed a desperate generation to settle for scraps instead of settling the score.

Unless we were part of the opportunity-hoarding elite - the Ivankas and Jareds of the world - my generation did not get to have choices. Instead we had reactions. We fought to hold on to what we had before it was stolen, while thieves demanded out gratitude and supplication. The opportunity-hoarding elite told us we were imaging the permanence of our plight and sold us survival as an aspiration.

This book tells the story of how they cornered the market.

And the book is extraordinary, and damning and frustrating, but also incredibly necessary. One of the things that jumped out at me was gaining a clearer picture of Jared Kushner. I knew he was an idiot and a child of privilege (terrible grades and SAT scores, but, of course, got into Harvard), but I didn't know how corrupt he was/is; I mean, I knew he was corrupt, but he's off the charts corrupt. unbelievably corrupt. One of the strengths of Kendzior's work is that it shows us the holistic, generational nature of the corruption - it's not just Trump, who will eventually pass away, but the system will continue to fester. Obviously, Hiding in Plain Sight is highly recommended.

Unique Skill Set

 The other day, after finishing a workout at the Planet Fitness at the Berlin Mall, Janet walked into the nearby store to buy a couple shakes while I grabbed a table (mainly, I think she was giving me a chance to rest my weary legs). She returned with not one, but two, biographies of Charles Dickens. I don't know how she does these things.


It is a unique skill set. Still, I'm not complaining, I ended up with a mocha frappe and two books on Dickens. Now, how she's going to get cull out these books before we move overseas is anybody's guess.


Skeletal Remains

 On the last day of the latest Canada adventure, as we finally made it back towards the border on a blistering day, we stopped at the last Tim Horton's (at least the one that you'd bump into if you took 15 South as you headed for my favorite place to cross the border). Anyway, we were standing in line when a guy pulled it in a beautiful vintage car, which had a skeleton sitting in the passenger's seat. Of course, I immediately began chatting the guy up - and, of course, Kevin wondered why he ever travelled with me. The guy, yet another very nice Canadian, took me outside to show me the car and how he had set up the skeleton. It was pretty amazing. I asked him if he ever took his wife out for a ride; he said he did, although she had to ride in the backseat.

And what topped it off, the guy had adapted the skeleton so that its head swiveled. If you pulled up next to him at a stoplight he would get the head to turn to look at the people in the other car. I love Canada.



Monday, July 14, 2025

Night Stalker

 Somehow neither Janet nor her friend Erin had ever seen Kolchak: The Night Stalker. It's like they were raised in a nunnery or something.

Luckily, and obviously, I have the entire series on DVD.



Gabinete das Curiosidades

 I mentioned previously how visiting the famous library at the University of Coimbra was a bit of a letdown (five hour + wait, only twenty minutes total in the entire museum, ten minutes in the historic library itself, no pictures; if I could have had fifteen minutes in the actual library to take pictures I'd have a very different opinion on the experience). That said, the ticket did allow you to stroll around several different cool places at the University, including the Gabinete das Curiosidades (the Cabinet of Curiosities), which is a collection of truly odd artifacts that University of Coimbra professors had brought back from around the world. It helped that it was an appropriately dark and creepy room. If I lived in Coimbra (and Coimbra would make our shortlist) I'd drop into the Gabinete several times a year.

Highly recommended.

 
I loved this guy, and he sort of reminds me of the Banff Merman.

This is the first picture that I sent to my friends Mike and Cyndi, which inspired MK to respond that he wasn't really expecting my first picture of the day to be of a Siamese calf (it's like he doesn't even know me).


I needed to have brought my friend Steve on the trip to the Gabinete das Curiosidades. As a folklorist, he would have seriously nerded out.


I remember years ago visiting a display on Pre-Columbian civilizations in Memphis, and my friend Dave opined that the room with the mummies was where all nightmares were born - I may have an alternate theory.


Hopefully they dispatched this monster before he gobbled down too many members of the expedition.


OK, some are just naughty, and speak to the generally perverse nature of college professors.



Fascismo Nunca Mais

 Here's a picture I snapped in Coimbra on the Portugal trip last month. It seemed particularly meaningful as my own country is sliding into an authoritarian regime (which apparently makes around a hundred million people really happy). All of this is convincing me that my idea to teach a class on Fascism next spring is a great idea.

One of the few things that gives me hope in these dark days is that Portugal went through it's own authoritarian days, and somehow came out the other end as a healthy state.



Monday Morning Philosophy

 This is apropos of absolutely nothing, but it was a strange thought I had this morning. When you're in that intensely physical stage of an early relationship (what Janet and I jokingly/lovingly refer to as the "cheesecake & sex" stage), the first day that you actually don't have sex is either the true beginning of your relationship or the beginning of the end of your temporary relationship. I think this is an observation that will launch a thousand Rom-Coms.