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Last week was a brutal week for some of us. My prayer: Lord, let that have been the absolute high point of the Trump presidency. Rather than whining, I want to say, “take heart, and take note.”

Remember that in November 2018, voters (almost) everywhere gave us a Democratic House. Has Trump done anything since to reverse that trend or deplete that energy? I don’t think so. Even before the celebrating had played out over his very good week, he fired outspoken administration critics, publicly denounced the impeachment process as b******t, and diminished the National Prayer Breakfast by airing his soiled laundry. He won’t stop. He can’t stop. He will get worse. Take heart.

I’m figuring that his 49% approval rate shown by one poll last week was a sympathy vote. Poor baby. Approval will get back down where it belongs as soon as it can, I believe.

I’m also holding out hope that Mike Bloomberg will either get nominated by the Dems or will gift the country an anti-Trump ad campaign with a script by Martin Scorsese. That should scare us all straight.

So, do not fear. It will all turn out all right in the end. Women voters will not forget his many insults and abuses. Non-whites and voters from immigrant families with not forget his insults. We who respect and admire the military and other servant-leaders—the ones who really make America great—will not forget his dismissals, broken promises, and utter incompetence. On voting day, we’ll all come out in force and roundly thump Trump and his minions. Unless the minions and the Russian hackers invalidate our election process. Unless we get discouraged. Unless we forget about right and wrong. Things always work out, except when they don’t.


Guy Cicero —  09/04/2016 — Leave a comment

File Jul 02, 8 14 11 AMI recently completed a vacation trip to California from Illinois, by car: Iowa, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah, Nevada—and returning through Idaho, Wyoming, South Dakota, and Minnesota. Open spaces, not many people, an amazing number of wind farms —a very different experience from what you see east of the Mississippi.

It’s been awhile since I’ve seen this country up close. There’s just so much land, ready and waiting to be populated. And things look clean and neat and prosperous…at least from the interstates. I imagined America one or two hundred years from now with our West transformed by a new economy and the movement of many millions of people out of the crowded East and into the land of the big sky and roaming buffalo.

But for now, it’s not that hard to see why this part of the country is mostly Red on certain maps. Out there, the land invites you to dream about having the space to grow into your potential, your own way—you and your family, or tribe, independent of big government, big money, big data, creating and living out your destiny expecting liberty and personal freedom to stake out your claim, build your homestead, and keep it safe and secure for generations. Oh, give me a home, where the introverts roam.

How different the open country and small-town America is from the big cities, or even the suburbs of the big cities, where life is dominated by the interdependence of things. We are completely dependent on governing authorities, institutions, and businesses for safety, order, employment, income, opportunity, education, growth, entertainment, and fulfillment. We crave being settled in, with our basic necessities provided for, or at least with somewhere nearby to find anything we need or want. The dream of personal liberty is still alive, for most of us, but is tempered by the recognition that we find ourselves in the greatest country with the most prosperity in the world, wrapped in the cloak of semi-invisibility, which is not a bad thing.

But immigrants and Silicon Valley billionaire wannabes keep the dream alive. If you’re still new to the USA, you have come to live the dream and may have learned that as gold-lined as the streets may be, you have to excavate and sweat and persist to get your share. If you are new to a sense of personal wealth, that is, you reside in imaginary Silicon Valley, you can touch and taste being rich and that keeps you going toward personal freedom nirvana where money gets you in at the golden gate.

Anyway, when you travel out west, you feel the independence dream again, and it becomes easier to see why big skyers and small towners vote for the party of Jefferson, the brilliant gentleman, intellectual, slaver farmer. If it weren’t for the electoral college system, these folks wouldn’t stand a chance to be felt in presidential elections.

I loved our trip out West, to frontierland. All Americans should get out of the cities once now and again to see how healthy and friendly communities can be, not that it hasn’t taken generations of community-builders to make the great ones great. But community-building opportunity beckons, once again, out west, young people.