I hate holidays in general, and religious holidays especially,
even though the music played on classical music stations during Easter isn’t
bad. Here I am sitting at my computer on
the day before Easter Sunday, casting about for something to blog about, but
nothing comes save idle thoughts. Still
and all, a blog is just the place for idle thoughts, so here goes.
Let me begin with the delightful fact that a high school
senior has driven an A-list right wing bloviator off the air, at least for a
week. David Hogg, a survivor of the
Parkland massacre and a participant in the nationwide student protest against
gun violence, was ridiculed by the reliably despicable Laura Ingraham, who
described him as whining because he had been rejected by four colleges despite
having a 4.1 GPA. Unfazed, Hogg tweeted
the names of twelve companies who advertise on her Fox news show, urging his
fellow students to contact them, and so many of the companies withdrew their
advertising that she has announced a one week absence from her show. And they say there is nothing good about
capitalism!
[By the way, in case anyone is mystified as to how a student
could have a GPA that averages better
than an A, the reason is that Advanced Placement courses for students aiming
for college carry an additional point on the grade score, so 5.0, not 4.0, is the
top GPA possible. Schools with a heavy
minority representation are less likely to offer AP courses, one of the
countless structural obstacles facing Black and Latino/a students.]
Which brings me to a question much discussed and
misunderstood by cable news commentators:
Why can’t Donald Trump fire anyone face to face or even on the phone,
despite having made his name on TV by “firing” people on The Apprentice. The answer
is obvious. Trump is a coward. He quite literally does not have the courage
to look someone in the eye and tell him or her to pack up and go. His language is completely revealing. He repeatedly describes people as kneeling
before him, abasing themselves before him, begging him for money or a job or
approval. He is obsessed by such
fantasies as only a sniveling coward would be.
Like all cowards, he is desperately insecure. There is no amount of flattery sufficiently
fulsome [in the correct meaning of that word] to reassure him. I think we can assume without too much risk
of error that as a very small boy he was ridiculed mercilessly by his father,
and nursed secret fantasies of retaliation.
On a more serious note, I have been brooding about the curious
strengths and weaknesses of the odd Republican form of government established
by the Constitution. Beneath the clown
show of presidential politics, a group of genuinely awful cabinet secretaries
and other appointed government officials have been doing everything they can to
reverse eighty years of socially and economically progressive federal
policies. The latest example is EPA
Administrator Scott Pruitt’s attempt to roll back regulations limiting automotive
exhaust fumes. This is pointlessly,
gratuitously terrible, but thanks to the federal structure of the United
States, it is probably fruitless.
California has enacted strict pollution standards as a sovereign state,
and California’s economy is so large that car manufacturers are forced to
comply or lose that market. Betsy DeVos,
Secretary of Education, is dedicated to destroying public education, but the funding
for education is so radically decentralized that there is very little she can
actually do. And so on and on. The striking exception is Jeff Sessions,
whose Justice Department can in fact inflict a very great deal of serious harm
on people of color, something Sessions has lusted to do his entire life.
When progressives controlled the Congress and the White
House, people like me fumed [rightly so] at the resistance put up by benighted
states to humane, decent, forward-looking policies. Now we can take comfort that those structural
obstacles to centralized power are working for us rather than against us.
Needless to say, these thoughts raise interesting questions about
the best form of a socialist government.
I end with a troubling thought that came to me as I was
walking this morning. I have been blogging
for nine years now, and some of you have been with me most of that time. I think of you not as an audience but as
friends, as comrades, as, at the very least, reliable conversationalists. And yet, save for a handful of you whom I knew
before I started, like Tom Cathcart, I have never met any of you. Indeed, I do not even know most of your
names, let alone how old you are. That
is, for someone my age, really strange.