Thoughts On The Insurrection

The lives lost in the United States Capitol Building on January 6, 2021 must forever burden the shoulders of Donald J. Trump, Josh Hawley, Ted Cruz and armed rioters.  As always, Donald will deny responsibility.  Any hope Josh entertained as a rising Republican star were crushed.  As always, Ted is merely a sad footnote.

After the mob he organizing and ordered to, “walk down to Congress, and I’ll be there with you!”—he wasn’t—triggered a Congressional lockdown and suspension of its Constitutional mandate to certificatifythe states’ Electoral votes, President Trump reverted to classic form in calling for prosecution of the rioters.

Finally, in the videos, what’s up with Buffalo Boy?

Crossing The Rubicon

January 10, 49 BC: Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon.

November 9-10, 1938 : “Crystal Night” Hitler’s Super-Patriot Storm Troopers destroyed businesses and rounded up Jews.

January 6, 2021: President Donald J. Trump’s Super-Patriot Storm Troopers trashed and desecrated our Capitol Building.

“By rights we shouldn’t even be here.  But we are.  It’s like in the great stories Mr. Frodo.  The ones that really mattered.  Full of darkness and danger they were.  And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end.  Because how could the end be happy?  How could the world go back to the ways it was when so much bad had happened?  But in the end it’s only a passing thing this shadow.  Even darkness must pass.”
Samwise Gamgee
Lord of the Rings The Two Towers
J.R.R. Toleiken

Cross The Stream

It’s said a Buddhist Lama and his student arrived at a stream where, afraid to cross, a girl stood.  The old man took the young woman into his arms and carried her to the opposite shore.

That evening, as they ate their rice the novice spoke, “Master, I have a question.”

Placing his bowl in his lap, the Lama replied, “What is your question?”

“We are instructed,” the lad hesitated, “never to touch a woman.  You carried the girl across the stream.  Please explain.”

The Master’s gazed rested on the campfire.  The hint of a smile. “I left the girl at the stream.  You are still carrying her.”

Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, History and Doctrine, Questions and Issues

I’m troubled by improbable, indeed seemingly impossible, issues in the history and doctrine of The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints.  My previous posts: “August 30, 2003 letter to Church President Gordon B. Hinckley,” “Swords and Spears,” “ An Apostate’s Dilemma,” “Too Big To Fai,” “ A Weighty Tome Indeed,” “Matthew 22:21” and “My Quandary,” express some concerns. 

If resolve and energy hold, I hope to post on issues such as: Joseph Smith Jr.’s seeing and speaking with angels, Jesus and God Himself, identical Book of Mormon and Bible formats and passages, genetics of pre-Columbus Western Hemisphere indigenous.   I will post these in under “Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, History and Doctrine, Questions and Issus, Part I, II, III, IV, etc.”

My concerns regarding the LDS, religion in general, revolve around faith and fact.  Religion demands faith in things that which cannot be proven.  Science’s un-provable axioms and assumptions falls back on faith.  Still, for now I go with what seems to me “facts.”

This said, I like to point out that a father of science René Descartes conclude there are two aspects to human experience, physical or material and metaphysical or spiritual.  Science scoffed at the latter half of Descartes’s postulate as “the ghost in the machine.”  Concluding The Second Creation Makers of the Revolution in Twentieth-Century Physics, Physicists Robert P. Crease and Charles C. Mann give this rebuttal a Quantum twist.  It seems Descartes may indeed have been mistaken, not because there is no ghost, but because there is no machine!

Similarly, after studying the workings within a biological cell, J.B.H. Haldane concluded, “There are things there not only stranger than we imagine, but stranger than we can imagine!”  There is, of course, far more that I cannot imagine than I canStill, when faith and fact seem to disagree I’m compelled  to proceed from what is observable and verifiable.  I may have faith this PC keyboard is a ham sandwich, but however hungry I am, however fervent may my faith, I will not take a bite from this keyboard.

Likewise, The Book of Mormon is rooted in Iron Age folks inhabiting  the Western Hemisphere prior to Columbus.  Five centuries’ accumulation of Stone Age artifacts fill warehouses and museum shelves, but so much as one rusty iron pin has been unearthed.  Keyboard or a stone spear point, I have to go with the obvious.

Again, I emphasize my love and respect for Mormon People.  I hope no one will interpret my indiscretions personally.

Wash Your Bowl

Novice, “Master, how can gain enlightenment?”
Lama, “Did you eat you rice?”
Novice, “Yes Master.”
Lama, “Wash your bowl.”

Practicing mindfulness I can recognize what is happening in the present without grasping or aversion.  I can practice mere recognition of what is going on within me and around me without judgment or reaction.  This helps me to keep stability and freedom alive within myself.
Touching the Earth
Thich Nhat Hanh

Whatever happens I will create no more problems.  I will create no more pain for myself.
The Power Of Now
Eckart Tolle

If we don’t look into hope and fear, seeing a thought arise, seeing the chain reaction that follows, if we don’t train our self to sit with the energy without being snared by the drama, then we will always be afraid.
When Things Fall Apart
Pema Chödrön

All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone.
Blasé Pascal

The only Zen you find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
Robert Pirsig

Show Up,
Pay Attention,
Tell the Truth,
Don’t be Attached to Outcome.
The Fourfold Way
Angeles Arrien

Don’t take your own dear self too seriously.
Recovery, Inc.
Abraham Lowe


Happiness is my natural state.  Unhappiness, suffering is a choice.  Just common horse sense.  Whatever happens “out there” or “in here,” no one or thing out there decides how I choose to be emotionally, in here.   

I refuse to believe some Cosmic Puppet Master pulls my emotional strings.  Impossible as it may seem, despite physical pain, when someone insults me, punches me in the nose, stabs me in the back, I–only I– choose how I am emotionally!  Understanding there is no necessary, automatic link from internal or environmental insult to mental and emotional pain frees me not to suffer, to be happy.


Donald Trump is delusional.  Stephen Miller seems sane and savvy enough to know, no matter how long or hard you beat it, a dead horse will not win the race.  Does his slate of “alternate” electors represent the death throes of a failed Administration or something sinister?  Groping for an answer, “Fascist” sprang to mind. 

In the Roman Empire, “magistrate” or magistrates were the highest government officials.  Their symbol of office was a bundle of rods wrapped with ribbon, holding an ax head, “fasces.”  Carriers of the law, the magistrates’ word was final.  Fascism and Fascist derive from fasces.  Older Americans may recall fasces on the obverse of our Winged Liberty Head dime.

Wikipedia calls Fascism a “far right, authoritarian untranationalism.”  Truth is, Right to Left, Conservative to Liberal, Reactionary to Radical, we are each a Fascist!  We have the Truth!  Why can’t you knot-heads get it?  Be reasonable, do it my way.

Ideologies promulgate through Power, War, Politics and Subterfuge.  My impression is, throughout human history Power, Fascism, was the norm.  Emperors, Kings, Dictators, War Lords and Despots defined and enforced their Law, their Truth.  Far from unique then or now, Adolf Hitler’s and Benito Mussolini’s Fascist regimes stand out.

Drawing on firsthand experience, in taking the Power option off the table our Founding Fathers were meticulous.  A century later, seceding through War was laid to rest.  Joe Biden’s electoral landslide settles our current Political decision. 

Leaving a “stratagem to conceal, escape or evade,” subterfuge.   Ridiculous on its face, Stephen Miller’s “alternate” electors stands zero chance of effecting the election.  Falling back on a cliché, what does Stephen have up his sleeve? 

An hypothesis: Hoping to cement a Right Wing Oligarchy, Donald Trump got a Political foot in the Oval Office door.  Miller’s “electors” are a wedge somehow to hold the door open.

Happily our Constitution, the Founding Fathers’ model, is indestructible.  In the end, conflicted and pained as it may become, Wisdom, Courage and Charity always triumphs over Ignorance, Fear and Greed.  “We the people” remain solid.


Karen and I have shacked up for 50 years.  Even after retirement we spent maybe eight percent of the day apart.  Karen shopping, walking with Patty, lunch with someone, checking on the kids.  I delivered Meals-on-Wheel, volunteered at The Dougy Center, ran, jogged, shuffled, walked, finally wasting afternoons at the gym.  Then came COVID!

Since spring I’m increasingly aware of Karen’s twenty-four, seven presence.  Apart from her morning walk and weekly trip for curbside pickup at Freddy’s, she’s always here, laundry, emptying the dishwasher, running the sweeper, cooking, sewing, sitting and reading.

Then my Sweetheart vanishes!  In a tiny house and quarter-acre yard, how does a five foot, ___lbs. lady just disappear?  On losing something, especially a person, my anxiety stirs.  I wander through the house, the yard, no Karen.  Then, from nowhere my little lady appears!

I need to track her.  I considered a three-pointed jester hat with a Christmas bell at the end of each point.  If she was not moving or outside I couldn’t hear.  Those ankle monitors folks on parole wear seem uncomfortable and a nuisance. Then it hit me!  Have her chipped!

You know, those micro chips vets put under the skin of dogs’ necks?  They can track a bear in the woods.  Surely I could get a wristwatch-type monitor, continually to pinpoint my Darlin’!

Monday, I’ll call the vet.

Gettin’ Old

At age eighty-three, something believes my body should feel fifty-three, sixty-three, even seventy-three.  Expecting it not to feel eighty-three is like expecting a river not to run downhill, through rapids, riffles, white-water, eddies and pools, to The Waterfall.

Like stupid, you can’t fix old age.