Saturday, November 9, 2024

I attended the La Plata county

Democrats Election Night Watch Party held at the Powerhouse. 

After a quick scan and survey I guesstimated there were about four dozen fellow liberals, mostly strangers to me. The vibe was library subdued. It clearly wasn’t a joy joy happy happy crowd.

I met an acquaintance en route to find an IPA. He wore a strained smile as we talked politics. 



I came New York style right to the point and asked. “What do you think will happen?”

He answered, “I’m nauseously optimistic.”

I retorted with. “I’m just nauseous.”



IPA in hand, I poked around the buffet table ignoring the healthy options in lieu of comfort food. Salty and greasy. I was so fidgety and anxious I ate standing up. While making small talk with a county commissioner, I glanced over at the big screen. “Oh Shit!” The vilest man on the planet jumped out to an 105 to 30 electoral lead over Kamala. 



I quickly took a seat when I felt my heart running at Daytona 500 speed. I gulped the rest of my beer, snagged a brownie and bolted for the door. It was time for me to leave this Election Night Funeral Watch. 

I drove back on dark and empty streets reminiscent of Covid times. When I got home, I popped another IPA and plopped down on the couch. My phone was buzzing from the Sambur family text chain, providing up to date and in your face election appraisals.



When my brother Mike texted. “Harris took CO. But The NY Times needle is moving toward a Trump win. OY!” 

Quickly followed by my nephew Keith’s “I think she’s cooked.” (Mind you this is the same nephew who texted me days earlier and assured me, “Uncle Jeff! Don’t worry! Kamala’s got this!”)



With that I shut off all my electronics and slowly sipped the IPA while staring at a blank and black TV screen. Eventually I trundled upstairs in a vain attempt at sleep. Many melatonin later, (after dreaming of a Harry Truman “Dewey defeats Truman” surprise win for Kamala). I flicked the coffee maker on at 5 am.  It was time to face the funeral dirge. We all know what happened next. A mandate W for the most despicable and deplorable President America has ever had. 



The people have spoken. Being a Democrat is now similar to being a Jewish American. We’re now all strangers in a strange land. 










Sunday, October 20, 2024

I’m nervous, very

Nervous.

Here’s why I feel this way.

I’m more than concerned America will be shackled to another minority elected subpar president for the third time since the millennium. 

A pox on the Founding Fathers for the “Three/Fifths Compromise” of 1787, thereby wreaking havoc on America ever becoming a true democracy. Yes folks, I’m talking about the infernal Electoral College. See below for a historical explanation.




I predict Kamala will win the popular vote by over 5 million. Unfortunately those bonus points won’t matter if the Harris/Walz ticket is on the short end of the 270 electoral votes required for the W. 

When Trump pulled off the Electoral upset in 2016, good natured Americans proclaimed, “This is not who we are!” Well Polly Anna and Pauly Andy apparently it is. The fact the head instigator of the January 6th, 2021  attempted coup  is within a hair combover lengths of pulling off upset number two exasperates me. It’s as if a significant percentage of the population has historical amnesia. 




BTW. 

3 years later, Jan. 6 by the numbers: More than 1,200 charged, more than 460 imprisoned for role in Capitol attack


Source ABC News. Maybe those charged and incarcerated will think twice before following a lying nicompoop again. Meanwhile their fat Fuehrer waddles free. There’s a lesson here. If you attempt a violent takeover of the US Gobment, you better have lots of shyster lawyers waiting in the wings to defend/delay judicial proceedings. For the wealthy, justice is not only blind, but good ol’ boy slow.

A few months ago I wrote this post. 


My views haven’t changed. All one needs to do is substitute Kamala for Joe B. 

Good News: if Kamala wins, there will only be temporary civil unrest instigated by Trump (again). Eventually the traitors will be subdued and arrested. (Just like on January 6th, 2021)

Bad News: If Trump wins, Democracy is DONE! Then the purges, roundups and a general descent into anarchy will begin. Isn’t this what Trumpism is all about? Trump has bankrupted six of his businesses. The Federal Gobment will be his seventh. 



If the election becomes the second coming of “Gore vs. Bush” the Supreme Court of MAGA will cast the deciding votes once again. The deck is stacked against the Dems. 



How did a morally bankrupt scumbag like Trump ever get this far? What’s and who’s behind this movement? One I consider to be a bowel movement. 

Well folks I’ll tell ya. 



Sambini muse # one:

A society in which a father gifts his deranged thirteen year old son an AR-15 for Christmas is inching towards barbarism. 

“Merry Christmas Colt! (Yes. Dad named his kid after a powerful handgun). I want you to have this semi-automatic murder weapon to promote, “Peace on earth, goodwill toward man.” (Luke 2:14).Maybe when you’re fourteen, I’ll buy you a bump stock to accessorize it.”




In my reality our nation lost its civilized status after the Sandy Hook Elementary School massacre, (December 2012) in which 20 victims were innocent tykes between the ages of six and seven. Yet the school massacres continued with nothing more than “thoughts and prayers” for an answer. We’re a rooting tooting gun loving society in deep need of a shrink. 

In case you’re wondering.

How many guns per person in America in 2024?
With 120.5 civilian-owned firearms per 100 people, the United States has the highest rate of civilian gun ownership in the world—nearly double that of the second-place country, in fact.
https://worldpopulationreview.com › ...
Sambini muse # two:

In 2016, Trump chose Pence the Pious as a running mate. Thereby shoring up his standing with many evangelical Christians. All was well and good between the odd couple until Mike miraculously grew a spine (Hallelujah!) on January 6th, 2021. Thus enabling him to stand up to the Bully. The VP then followed procedural protocols to rubber stamp the election results. 

Can you believe the mob of traitors and a motley crew of  Christian Nationalists began chanting “Hang Mike Pence!” Well wasn’t that a poke in the eye (which is preferable than a rope around the neck) to Mike the former Meek?



In 2024, Trump wouldn’t be taking chances on a VP going rogue and righteous at inopportune moments. He chose JD Vance (rookie OH senator) whose claim to fame was writing a waste of paper and ink book about the wonders of growing up white trash in the Buckeye State. Amazingly Mister Vance now has a sincere lack of empathy for the underprivileged. When pressed he’ll now exclaim “Let them eat cat!”



JD’s questionable writing skills didn’t get him this far. He’s the darling of those immigrant Tech Twerps from Silicon Valley. We’re talking about Elon Musk, Peter Thiel and David Sachs. A trio of alt-right illiberal thinkers influenced by growing up nerdy and reading too many sci-fi books. BTW. Elon, we don’t care if you’re net worth $195 billion (source Forbes 2024) a Dude jumping for joy while exposing his navel at a Trump rally is a bad look even for us commoners. 

Personally I believe Trump chose JD for his uncanny resemblance to his beloved son Donald Junior. Just a chubbier version.




Sambini muse # three:

I’m aware of the demographics of Trump’s All In hard core base is. Young and old blue collar white folks. What rankles me the most are the hypo-Christians, the people of color and the 24% of the Jewish voters who can turn their cheeks and plug their ears to Trump’s nativism, scapegoating, cruelty, racism and bigotry. 

Of all of these millions the one who pisses me off the most is a fellow member of the tribe. Trump’s very own speechwriter Stephen Miller.  He’s the coauthor of the infamous “American Carnage” inaugural speech. The other contributor was Steve Bannon who is now serving time in Federal prison on contempt charges. This speech was so wretched former President George Dubya proclaimed “that was some weird shit 💩”

Then it dawned on me while I was reading another Nazi Germany history book. Miller can’t help himself. He’s the kosher reincarnation of Joseph Goebbels who happened to be Hitler’s Minister of Propaganda. Look at these photos! Who knows? Maybe a reform rabbinical exorcism will right this wayward Yid? 


More muses from around the Web:

Trump’s incoherent explanation of the January 6th, 2021 attempted coup.

And at an event at the Chicago Economic Club this week, Mr. Trump said: “People were angry. People went there. And I’ll tell you what, they never show that, the primary scene in Washington was hundreds of thousands, the largest group of people I’ve ever spoken before, and I’ve spoken before, and it was love and peace. And some people went to the Capitol, and a lot of strange things happened there.”

Source New York Times 




On Trump’s hardcore supporters.

But in their defense of Mr. Trump — of his serial lying; his misogyny; his role in the Jan. 6 insurrection — they offered a range of explanations and rationalizations that did not align with any knowable reality.





On Trump’s possible influence on shockingly violent events.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that, in 2016, reported hate crimes jumped by 226 percent in counties that hosted Trump campaign rallies. Perhaps it was a coincidence that hate crimes reached a 16-year high during Trump’s time in office, with a significant increase of violence against Latinos. Perhaps it was a coincidence that the Tree of Life shooter, who killed 11 Jewish worshipers in the worst incident of antisemitic violence in American history, ranted about the same migrant “caravan” that Trump hyped as a threat to the nation in the run-up to the 2018 midterm elections. And perhaps it was a coincidence that the young man who traveled 10 hours to target Mexican Americans in El Paso, killing 23 people, also echoed the president’s constant warnings of an immigrant “invasion” from Latin America.


JAMELLE BOUIE OF THE NY TIMES.






No liberal political post is complete without a quote from that Georgia Peach Pit. 

After Hurricane Helene, Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene, the hard-right conservative from Georgia, shared on X the widely debunked claim that government scientists could control the weather. “It’s ridiculous for anyone to lie and say it can’t be done,” she wrote in one post.

Source New York Times



Needless to say, I’ve lost faith in many of our fellow Mericans. Without the Electoral College, I’d be sleeping peacefully. Now I’m anxious about civil unrest and mass arrests. This is not how elections should be. One psychopath should not hold our country hostage with blatant threats of violence. Like everything else about the past nine years, it’s unprecedented. We can end Trumpism, right here, right now. Please vote Blue and do it often!

I’m the wandering wondering Jew and I approve of this message.
Jeff













Saturday, October 5, 2024

The Sadness of Summer’s Passing.



In all my years of chanting “Come on Summer!” I’ll never understand how finally upon its arrival, the season seems to evaporate all too soon. 

I sense it’s slippage with these signs:

Wearing a sweatshirt instead of a tank top for my early morning hiking/camping departures. 

In preparation of their southern migration, the hummingbirds lingers longer at their feeders

The need to flick Sanctuary One’s furnace on 37 degree mornings.



The emergence of the Fall Leafpeepers. 



The shuttering of the US Forest Service and Bureau of Land campgrounds. I consider this luxury camping accommodation.

Worst of all (for me) the longer shadows coupled with shorter daylight. 



This past year it’s been different. There was a greater sense of urgency of getting “out there”.  I explored and hiked in  new places without ignoring my tried and true old buddy favorites. 

My time in Durango was limited to a few real showers, a clean up of Sanctuary One and restocking the essentials. IPAs, water, clean clothes, coffee and a packed refrigerator of food.

Selfishly I curtailed volunteer gigs and other commitments which in the past left me feeling socially unsatiated. However I did up my Trail Angel gigs and pika patrols. Two sure things for Sambini smiles. 



The reason for my turning inward? From the fall of 2023 to the present, my body has been going through changes. I’m aging with a poor coping mechanism for this new reality. Here’s my biological breakdowns. 



The pricey prostate reduction procedure I had was neither a miracle or a cure. The prostate got smaller BUT now my bladder doesn’t want to play nice with its lean mean neighbor. Result? I’m worse off now than I’ve ever been. When I asked, the Doc if there’s anything he could do. His answer was something along these lines. “Prostates! Prostates! No bladders!” This is all very disappointing and not conducive to a good night’s rest.

The syncopal episodes continue to scare the poop out of me. Recently on a hike I felt the aura once again. I laid down in the dirt and propped my legs up on a log. When I stabilized after eating and drinking, I self rescued the 2 miles back to Sanctuary One. I knew I was hurting when chubby hikers wearing clunky hiking boots complete with striped cotton gym socks blew by me. 



Plus my high blood pressure issue hasn’t been resolved. 

I’m aware of the information out there too. Spending as much time alone as I do is poison to my general wellbeing.



And then there’s the pointless nosebleeds which for guy with a large proboscis could prove fatal.

I know it’s all interconnected somehow. 




I find it ironic I was able to survive an insane bicyclist vs sedan collision, but can’t do much about my off-kilter innards. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I was bred to be a merchant and not an endurance athlete.


Eventually I’ll see a few Doctors, but I haven’t been impressed by the current “slam-bam-thank you Dude” approach to practicing medicine. (I hate it when the Doctors flip a fifteen-minute sand timer when he/she enters the exam room.)



This is why I’m on a medically motivated mission. With each arduous hike which ends at some scenic site, I ponder (while munching a PB & Boysenberry sandwich) “how many more times will I be able to pull this off?” I don’t know the answer but I refuse to sit around waiting to find out.

With all this in mind, I’m now on an extended journey in Utah. This was my attempt to extend the summer season. I might have gone overboard as there’s a BIGLY heat dome centered in the West. 



San Francisco topped 90 degrees this week. Those temperatures are rare there — and rarer still in October. (Source New York Times) 
While in the Southeast citizens are donning water wings.

Gee! I wonder what’s causing this?

It’s always something…

Stay healthy!
Jeff