Kakistocracy

Over the past few days, I’ve stumbled upon a word that more of us should know as it so perfectly captures this moment in time. Commit this one to memory, because you’re probably going to want to use it often:

Kakistocracy n. (kak·is·toc·ra·cy / kækɪsˈtɑkɹəsi) Government by the worst persons; a form of government in which the worst persons are in power.

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The origins of kakistocracy are actually pretty neat. The term was first used around 1829 and was coined as an opposite to “aristocracy”. It comes from the Greek “kakistos” or “worst”, which is the superlative form of “kakos” or “bad”. Switch the “k” to a “c” and you have the root of modern words like “cacophony”.

But here’s where it gets even more fun. “Kakos” is closely related to “Caco” or “defecate”. As we saw above, it’s essentially the same phonetic sounds and has similar modern words derived from it.

Today, you’ll find this in the Greek “Kakke” “human excrement”, Latin “cacare”, Irish “caccaim”, Serbo-Croatian “kakati”, Armenian “k’akor”, Old English “cac-hus” or “latrine”, Dutch “kak”, German “Kacke”, and the school-yard favorite “caca”.

So in this trying time, remember the word “kakistocracy”.

Quite literally, government by the shittiest.

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I Think My Anxiety Has Finally Caught Up With Me

I woke from a dream this morning that has left me both shaken and reassured.

A storm had blown into town. It was one of those once-in-a-century things (much like the storm that hit Phoenix a year ago in August). The sky was dark. I mean dark. It hadn’t started raining yet, but the wind was whipping about, and that was pretty bad in and of itself. Ben and I were sitting in the living room when all of a sudden we heard a tremendous thud on the roof.

I went outside. The wind had died down and it was eerily quiet. The darkness was now punctuated by a ray of sunlight coming from a break in the clouds, hitting squarely on our yard, allowing me to clearly see survey what had happened. The first thing I noticed were the rivers of what at first thought was water pouring off the eaves of the house. It looked like rain, but on closer examination it was actually dirt. That’s weird, I thought. I then stepped off the porch and looked around. The tree out front was stripped of its leaves and branches; there was debris everywhere. Then I looked up.

There were a lot of shingles missing from the roof. “Nothing that can’t be repaired,” I thought. But then as turned my head the source of the tremendous thud was apparent: there was now a huge, 15-foot side hole in middle of the roof, and the edge of a pallet full of rolled sod was now sitting where that part of the roof used to be.

It could only have been a tornado, I thought.

“Ben!” I yelled, “Come here!”

Ben came out and looked and the damage. I swear I’d never seen him so frightened in my life; the color completely drained from his face. At the same time my thought was, “Nothing inside was damaged. We and the dogs are all safe. The hole can be covered with a tarp until it can be repaired. And most importantly, our landlords (who live right next door but whose home seemed undamaged) have insurance on this place.

“We need to go next door,” I said. Ben motioned for me to stay put, and as he started walking over there, he fell to the ground on all fours and started wretching.

I came away from this dream with several insights. Yes, a storm is coming. There will be damage, but Ben and I will survive. And most importantly, there are people out there who will have our backs.

 

This Man…

…has more class in his little finger than the entire incoming Trump administration possesses in its entirety.

(Photos via Pete Souza)

While I never agreed 100% with everything Obama did during his tenure in the White House, I will still take solace in knowing that if the United States descends into madness after 20 January 2017, I had the pleasure of living through what was still one of the greatest Administrations this country has seen.

Barack, Michelle…I’m going to miss you and your exceptional family. After Tuesday’s election I’m not sure we ever deserved you, but I’m grateful we had the opportunity.

What the Trumplodytes Can’t Seem To Grasp…

…is that even though their God Emperor won the election (yet lost the popular vote, by an ever-increasing margin), this does not give them license to freely go around beating up anyone they don’t like and act like they’re now above the law.

BECAUSE THEY AREN’T.

The United States is a still a country of laws, and if they go beating on someone, threatening lives, or commit any number of the other horrific acts that have occurred in ONLY THE LAST TEN DAYS and they’re caught, they will pay the price. They will go to jail. This isn’t a free-for-all, and it isn’t The Purge.

So if you see any of this shit going down, intervene if you feel safe doing so, or at the very least get a good description of the assailants, use your goddamned cell phone for something beyond Candy Crush and CALL THE FUCKING COPS so these animals can be caged…while you still can.

Also Timely

This is not America, (sha la la la la)

A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die (This is not a miracle)
For this is not America
Blossom fails to bloom this season
Promise not to stare
Too long (This is not America)
For this is not the miracle

There was a time
A storm that blew so pure
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea

For this is not America
(Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la)
This is not America, no
This is not, (sha la la la la)

Snowman melting from the inside
Falcon spirals to the ground
(This could be the biggest sky)
So bloody red, tomorrow’s clouds

A little piece of you
The little peace in me
Will die (This could be a miracle)
For this is not America

There was a time
A wind that blew so young
For this could be the biggest sky
And I could have the faintest idea

For this is not America
(Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la)
This is not America, no
This is not, (sha la la la)

This is not America, no
This is not
This is not America, no
This is not, (sha la la la)

Timely

Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Disconnecting

I just can’t any more.

I’m tired of having to “Mark All As Read” the entire contents of the Politics folder of my RSS Reader multiple times on a daily basis without actually opening anything. After the abysmally depressing things I read today (and still reeling from the knowledge—glaringly obvious to anyone who didn’t vote for the joker in the first place—that not only is Trump fundamentally unqualified to be President, he and the Cabinet of Deplorables® he’s surrounding himself with are fundamentally unprepared for the Presidency) tonight I deleted all the feeds completely.

Gone.

I’m sure that come tomorrow I’m gonna be jonesing for an outrage fix, and I’ll still go to the various websites manually now and then to stay informed, but the daily—nay, hourly—barrage of horrible news has become too much for me. When the possibility was raised today that any number of America’s nuclear-capable enemies might take immediate advantage of Trump’s ineptitude following his swearing-in, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

https://twitter.com/voenixrising/status/798941066682470400

And considering this news, reading nothing but whining coming from the tech blogs over Apple’s new MacBooks, I have a feeling that my “Tech” folder may be next on the chopping block.

Quote Of The Day

I get that you’re upset. I get that you’re processing in the comments. And its not my place, nor would I ever suggest you stop. But I would like to suggest that things are not as bad as your reactions seem to make them out to be. And that’s not to suggest that things are good. This is not last Tuesday at noon with all the promise that day seemed to hold. But its also not the fall of Rome either.

Right now, between the most senior of the President Carter appointments, as well as the much younger still President Clinton and Obama appointments, the Federal judiciary at the district and appellate levels maintains a majority of judges appointed by these three Democratic Presidents. That isn’t going to change any time soon. Trying to pack the district and appellate courts isn’t going to be done quickly or easily. And even with a Supreme Court justice, provided the Senate Democratic caucus doesn’t slow things way, way down and the nomination, advise and consent occurs at a normal pace we’re talking March or April before whoever is nominated gets their final vote. This means that the Supreme Court will be 4-4 this term and if the nomination can be slowed into the summer, then at least the first half of the 2017-2018 docket will be chosen by a 4-4 court. So few momentous, major change of direction cases, because neither side wants to risk a 4-4 tie that affirms an appellate decision the other side can’t live with. And even with a 5th conservative justice we’re just back to where we were before Associate Justice Scalia died.

From what I’m observing things are going to be a shitshow. Even the folks around the President Elect with government experience don’t seem to actually have a clue what they’re doing. This too will slow things way, way down. Right now inexperience and incompetence are good things. Remember, our system of government is not meant to be efficient—as in quick—even in a crisis. It’s a high veto point system, and inherently ademocratic to anti-democratic specifically because the Founders and Framers were concerned with something like this happening. They wanted to make it as hard as possible for the system to be turned against the citizenry, to be turned toward autocracy. That works in the favor of the loyal (to the Constitution) opposition. ~ Adam L. Silverman, Balloonjuice

So You’ve Decided The Electoral College Has Got To Go

And I concur.

It’s completely doable. Here’s how:

1. Get your state legislature to adopt the National Popular Vote scheme. In this system, a state would pledge its electors to whoever won the national vote. States have the authority to do this if they wish, but would have to change their respective state laws to move it forward. Some have, some haven’t. If yours hasn’t, push your state legislators to do so.

– or –

2. Amend the Constitution. Here’s what that takes: 

Article 5, US Constitution:

The Congress, whenever two thirds of both Houses shall deem it necessary, shall propose Amendments to this Constitution, or, on the Application of the Legislatures of two thirds of the several States, shall call a Convention for proposing Amendments, which, in either Case, shall be valid to all Intents and Purposes, as part of this Constitution, when ratified by the Legislatures of three fourths of the several States, or by Conventions in three fourths thereof, as the one or the other Mode of Ratification may be proposed by the Congress; Provided that no Amendment which may be made prior to the Year One thousand eight hundred and eight shall in any Manner affect the first and fourth Clauses in the Ninth Section of the first Article; and that no State, without its Consent, shall be deprived of its equal Suffrage in the Senate.

Obviously that’s not going to happen, but we can hope.

And by the way…the Democrat’s ability to stop Constitutional Amendments from going forward is hanging by a razor thin thread, something that has not been widely reported.

Perfection

Salon:
“Saturday Night Live” nailed the elegiac mood of the week last night when Kate McKinnon sidestepped any jokes about election night and Hillary Clinton’s loss. Dressed in her Clinton white pantsuit and wig, she sat down at the piano and played “Hallelujah” in memory of the great Leonard Cohen, who died earlier this week. Watch the performance and try to keep your eyes dry. We dare you.

Not Happening

If Trump/Pence and their little Cabinet of Deplorables® think that half country who did not vote for them are just going to roll over and voluntarily give up the hard-earned rights and progress gained over the last 50 years and allow them to push through their Whites Only Dominionist wet dream without putting up a fight, they’re sadly mistaken.

This isn’t Germany 1933, and the batshit crazy right wing nutjobs who will be running the country come January are not the Borg. Resistance is not futile. This is the United States 2016 and unlike the Germans eighty years ago who had no historical precedent that could warn them to what was happening, we do, and it is our chance—nay, our responsibility—to stand up and say with one united voice, NEVER AGAIN.

Some Much Needed Comic Relief

https://twitter.com/deanfortythree/status/797124765299318784

https://twitter.com/maggiepriceless/status/797607287288303617

https://twitter.com/Prettylettuce/status/797566989304823808

https://twitter.com/Dean_Nimbly/status/797312348243435520

A Scene That’s Undoubtedly Being Played Out Across The Country

As we sift through the rubble of Tuesday’s devastation, I fear one unreported casualty of Trump’s election is the destruction it is causing in relationships. The sheer divisiveness, the gaping rift this election has opened in the country has caused many a difficult discussion and unfortunately, I suspect, the dissolution of more than one long-term friendship.

This hit home on Wednesday when I received a text from one of the few real friends I made during our tenure in Denver, a guy I worked with at DISH; someone we’ll call Kasey.

The text contained an image of Chelsea Clinton’s face with the caption that said something along the lines of, “With that face, receiving oral from her would look like anal.”

This wasn’t the first time Kasey had sent me a rude image. We constantly ribbed each other—at work no less—by exchanging IMs that would probably have gotten us both fired if we’d ever been caught. Kasey would send me animated gifs of jiggling boobs, and I’d return the favor by sending him pictures of hirsute chests, each of us responding, “Ewww! Gross!” We had many lunchtime discussions over cheap Chinese food about philosophy, our place in the universe, our supervisor (“La Chupacabra”), and the untenable positions we found ourselves in at work, forming an unlikely bond that managed to survive even after my departure from Colorado. I don’t know if I’d go so far as to say that as a friend I came to love him (Ben called Kasey my work husband), but I hold a definite fondness for the guy and admire and definitely care about him.

Anyhow, I texted back and told him “Not cool, man—especially in light of yesterday.”

He responded, “Wow…Mr. Sensitive over politics!” followed by, “I voted Trump. I didn’t think he’d win!”

I was gobsmacked. How could this guy—a pot-smoking Colorado native who regaled me with tales of his absolutely wild youth growing up in Littleton, vote for someone who seemed to be the antithesis of who I thought he was?

I was speechless. I didn’t even know how to respond. Several hours later I sent him this, which probably summed up the sense of betrayal I was feeling at the moment:

His response? “Bold. But isn’t that the same type of ignorant rhetoric—just from the other side? Honestly my political affiliations aren’t strong either way. Bad presidents come and go. Life goes on.”

I didn’t immediately reply. I needed time to gather my thoughts. It was clear to me that Kasey (who has never displayed an ounce of racism, misogyny or homophobia for as long as I’ve known him) didn’t really understand the importance of what had just happened to our country. And being a straight, white, married male in a well-paying job, life for him under a Trump regime probably would go on as it always had. That point couldn’t be argued.

While I was mulling my response, I ran across This Is Why We Grieve and realized it summed up exactly what I wanted to say. I emailed it to him, adding, “I’m sending you this because I was truly and deeply saddened when you told me you’d voted for Trump. You are a dear friend and a valued part of my life, and I could never shut you out, but I want you to understand what half the country (at least the half who bothered to vote) is feeling right now and why.”

I was hoping this might give him some idea of why this is such a big deal; that it’s not just politics, that it’s not business as usual, and why quite frankly, I’m feeling more than a little betrayed by someone I considered a friend.

I received his response a few hours later. I read it and immediately deleted it. It stung even worse than his initial texts. I don’t remember his exact wording now, but he was justifying his conservatism (where in the fuck did that come from?!) and in essence what I’d sent him was just left-wing garbage.

I guess this answered the question of how this man could vote for the anthesis of who I thought he was. Despite our many deep conversations over the years, I didn’t really know him at all.

And that’s what hurts the most.

This Is Why We Grieve

I don’t think you understand us right now.

I think you think this is about politics.

I think you believe this is all just sour grapes; the crocodile tears of the losing locker room with the scoreboard going against us at the buzzer.

I can only tell you that you’re wrong. This is not about losing an election. This isn’t about not winning a contest. This is about two very different ways of seeing the world.

Hillary supporters believe in a diverse America; one where religion or skin color or sexual orientation or place of birth aren’t liabilities or deficiencies or moral defects. Her campaign was one of inclusion and connection and interdependency. It was about building bridges and breaking ceilings. It was about going high.

Trump supporters believe in a very selective America; one that is largely white and straight and Christian, and the voting verified this. Donald Trump has never made any assertions otherwise. He ran a campaign of fear and exclusion and isolation—and that’s the vision of the world those who voted for him have endorsed.

They have aligned with the wall-builder and the professed pussy-grabber, and they have co-signed his body of work, regardless of the reasons they give for their vote:

Every horrible thing Donald Trump ever said about women or Muslims or people of color has now been validated. Every profanity-laced press conference and every call to bully protestors and every ignorant diatribe has been endorsed.
Every piece of anti-LGBTQ legislation Mike Pence has championed has been signed-off on.

Half of our country has declared these things acceptable, noble, American.

This is the disconnect and the source of our grief today. It isn’t a political defeat that we’re lamenting, it’s a defeat for Humanity.

We’re not angry that our candidate lost. We’re angry because our candidate’s losing means this country will be less safe, less kind, and less available to a huge segment of its population, and that’s just the truth.

Those who have always felt vulnerable are now left more so. Those whose voices have been silenced will be further quieted. Those who always felt marginalized will be pushed further to the periphery. Those who feared they were seen as inferior now have confirmation in actual percentages.

Those things have essentially been campaign promises of Donald Trump, and so many of our fellow citizens have said this is what they want too.

This has never been about politics.
This is not about one candidate over the other.
It’s not about one’s ideas over another’s.
It is not blue vs. red.
It’s not her emails vs. his bad language.
It’s not her dishonesty vs. his indecency.

It’s about overt racism and hostility toward minorities.
It’s about religion being weaponized.
It’s about crassness and vulgarity and disregard for women.
It’s about a barricaded, militarized, bully nation.
It’s about an unapologetic, open-faced ugliness.

And it is not only that these things have been ratified by our nation that grieve us; all this hatred, fear, racism, bigotry, and intolerance—it’s knowing that these things have been amen-ed by our neighbors, our families, our friends, those we work with and worship alongside. That is the most horrific thing of all. We now know how close this is.

It feels like living in enemy territory being here now, and there’s no way around that. We wake up today in a home we no longer recognize. We are grieving the loss of a place we used to love but no longer do. This may be America today but it is not the America we believe in or recognize or want.

This is not about a difference of political opinion, as that’s far too small to mourn over. It’s about a fundamental difference in how we view the worth of all people—not just those who look or talk or think or vote the way we do.

Grief always laments what might have been, the future we were robbed of, the tomorrow that we won’t get to see, and that is what we walk through today. As a nation we had an opportunity to affirm the beauty of our diversity this day, to choose ideas over sound bytes, to let everyone know they had a place at the table, to be the beacon of goodness and decency we imagine that we are—and we said no.

The Scriptures say that weeping endures for a night but joy comes in the morning. We can’t see that dawn coming any time soon.

And this is why we grieve.

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Never Happen

If this is going to be a time of healing, we must first put the responsibility for healing where it belongs: at the feet of Donald Trump, a sexual predator who lost the popular vote and fueled his campaign with bigotry and hate. Winning the electoral college does not absolve Trump of the grave sins he committed against millions of Americans. Donald Trump may not possess the capacity to assuage those fears, but he owes it to this nation to try.” ~ Harry Reid