Robot Jazz

  The last few posts of mine have been pretty bleak, I admit.  It is hard not to descend into despondency when you learn that your nation is no longer one of the good guys; that 49.8% of the population knowingly voted for the worst people possible because they thought it would line their pockets (what I have come to refer to as the Bondi Defense ).   But I have also come to realize something else: that an old Catholic admonition is correct when it warns that to despair is to sin because there is  always hope,  and hope does not disappoint.  The Trump regime, along with its allies of the moment, has proven to be a glass cannon.  Sure, they can lash out with the awesome power of the state, but such firepower is short-lived.  When met with sustained resistance, the cannon begins to crack and, ultimately, shatter. 😊😊😊😊😊 There have been many such cracks as of late, but perhaps the most noticeable has been the administration's abject defeat in...

  This is an entry I've been avoiding for some time because it will be an emotionally charged exercise for me. After all, it is not an easy thing to anticipate the end of your country. Ever since the re-election of Donald Trump - after the self-profession of sexual predation to Billy Bush (who laughed like a hyena), after the botched COVID response that killed tens of thousands, after the felony convictions, and after the insurrection that put 130 capitol police in the hospital and almost ended the Republic - I knew America was headed for the precipice because, as the ancients tell us, no society has survived long when its people have lost their political virtue.  The question was only one of time. How long would it take?  💀💀💀💀💀 Now that 2025 has concluded, I can look back and say, yeah, that went as poorly as I expected. Actually, no. It was worse  than I expected. I anticipated a repeat of Trump's shambolic first year of his first term: chaotic staff assignmen...