On Che, ‘Boomers and the New Revolution?

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Che Guevara died trying a revolt in Bolivia, but “succeeded in launching a million t-shirts.”

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Welcome to the “Georgia Wasp…”

This blog is modeled on the Carolina Israelite. That was an old-time newspaper – more like a personal newsletter – written and published by Harry Golden. Back in the 1950s, people called Harry a  “voice of sanity amid the braying of jackals.” (For his work on the Israelite.)

That’s now my goal as well. To be a “voice of sanity amid the braying of jackals.”

For more on the blog-name connection, see the notes below.

In the meantime:

April 14, 2025 – A week ago I got an email from my brother in Massachusetts. He went to a rally in Boston, to protest various actions of our latest president. (Reminder: “He’s temporary.”)

The Boston rally was huge. We ended up on a knoll, north of, and above the Commons Bandstand and we could see streams of people coming in from every direction. I couldn’t believe it. When the crowd was told to start heading up to the City Hall for the rally speeches, you could barely move, barely shuffle a foot or so at a time, stop, then shuffle some more. I kept thinking, “My god, my god, look at this!” And I knew then there’s hope for our country yet. 

Then came the Twist. He got home to find the local media gave the nation’s hundreds of thousands of protesters “a quick mention and moved on to the really important stuff – sports scores and the latest Hollywood gossip.” But still, “something is happening here that’s not being covered. People are leading their leaders, showing them where we want to go.”

Which is another reason why there’s “hope for our country yet.” Including – he added – the “scale of last Saturday’s country wide rallies; 100,000 in Boston, the same in NYC and in Los Angeles. 15,000 in [Salt Lake City], Utah! Not exactly a hotbed of liberalism.”

I responded in part that Rolling Stone did an article on April 8, Massive Protests Against Trump Are Just the Beginning. “But then, what respectable person reads that rag?” (Irony or sarcasm, one.) Then added, “Who’da thunk it? Back in the early 1970’s I was the long-hair bearded weirdo with the peace sign hand-painted on the front of the puke-green hand-me-down VW micro-bus. Watching movies like ‘Alice’s Restaurant’ and eventually getting the CD and listening to it at least once every Thanksgiving, remembering resistance to the draft and Vietnam.” Then:

So what’s next, a Che Guevara t-shirt? Like the kind I wore that so pissed off [a high-school classmate from West Virginia]? And continually listening to Joan Baez sing “We Shall Overcome,” and also the duet with that guy at Woodstock, “Drug-store truck-driving man.” Woodstock, about which Arlo Guthrie said, “Lotta freaks, man!” 

And finally, “‘Irony of irony, all is irony!’ (A nod to Qoheleth.)” Which points out one big difference between then and now. You know, coming of age in the 1970’s “Age of Aquarius?” (Which for many meant sex and drugs and rock’n’roll. “Yeah, I heard about that stuff!”)

Back then I thought the established church a failure; full of hypocrite fat-cat conservatives, intolerant, self-righteous, narrow-minded. (Much of which still holds true, as in the oxymoron, Christian nationalist.) I tried other ways of Coming to Terms With Life; self-hypnosis, Alpha Thinking, yoga, and other Eastern ways. Books on karate, aikido, tai chi and others like Zen in the Art of Archery. I learned about prana, chi, ki, and “the force,” as in “the force be with you.”

But as the years slid by I found myself turning back to the mainline church of my “yoot.*” In the process – especially over the past decade – I’ve become quite the Bible scholar. (Mostly because I firmly believe “you pointy-headed, bleeding-heart liberals need to start reading and studying the Bible, even if it’s only for political self-defense. Don’t concede the high ground!“)

All of which brought back a slew of memories, including that mention of my own “Che” t-shirt. Of which Tom Brokaw wrote, “Che Guevera was assassinated while unsuccessfully trying to foment a Cuba-like revolution in Bolivia, although he succeeded in launching a million t-shirts.”

Another memory? I knew Che failed in Bolivia because he didn’t follow his own rules. And how did I know? Because aside from the shirt I also got a copy of his 1961 book, Guerrilla Warfare. And may still have it “even to this day,” although it may take a while to find in the boxes of books I’ve yet to unpack – since 2017. (Then there’s Amazon Books if the need arises.) But there’s one thing we Boomers have now that we didn’t have then: Real Power.

Baby boomers are now retired, and Senior Citizens as a group have huge political clout. They’re also a lot wealthier, but a lot of it’s in Social Security, now in a state of chaos. (“Chaos, long waits at Social Security for seniors.”) Then there’s the investments. I don’t have a 401(k), but a friend of mine said hers dropped $100,000 in a month. Sounds like an invitation to Revolution to me!

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A woman holding two American flags participates in an anti-Trump protest
4/7/25 – “Demonstrators over the weekend in Boston … against Donald Trump.”*

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The upper image is courtesy of Che Guevara Image – Image Results. See also Che Guevara – Wikipedia, and The Inconvenient Truth Behind Revolutionary Icon Che Guevara:

Boxer Mike Tyson has a prominent Che tattoo. So does Argentine football star Diego Maradona. Omar Sharif portrayed Che in a 1969 film, and Benicio Del Toro did so to acclaim in 2008. Brazilian supermodel Gisele Bündchen once sported a runway bikini with Che’s image on it. His face has adorned T-shirts and been on countless storefronts. It’s been on “South Park” and on “The Simpsons.” Guevara, these days, is the personification of utter cool to all those who want to defy the establishment.

Re: Christian nationalism. I figure if Jesus had been a nationalist He would have freed Israel from Roman rule. Instead, starting a decade or so after Him the “nationalists” rose up in arms. The armed revolt failed, the Romans pretty much destroyed Jerusalem and scattered the pitiful few survivors “to the winds.” (See Diaspora – Wikipedia.) “And that’s what you guys want?”

Re: “Yoot.” See Psalm 25:7, in what I call the My Cousin Vinny translation. (“Dese two yoots.”) BTW: In Bible Hub it’s Psalm 25:7. In the Book of Common Prayer it’s 25:6.

The t-shirt quote is from page 32 of the large-print version of Boom!: Talking About the Sixties: What Happened, How It Shaped Today, Lessons for Tomorrow, by Tom Brokaw.

And about Che’s book, Guerrilla Warfare: Wikipedia said while it was “intended for other revolutionary movements in Latin America, Africa, and Asia, it was also studied by counter-revolutionary military schools.” See also the version available at Amazon, Guerrilla Warfare: Guevara, Ernesto Che.

Re: Coming of age, “a young person‘s transition from being a child to being an adult.”

Re: Boomers’ economic and political power. For more on the first, Google “trump social security in danger.” For more on the second, see The Immense Power of the Older Voter in an Election – AARP, Why Older Citizens Are More Likely to Vote – U.S. News, and especially The Senior Citizen Vote: Key to Conservative Political Victory: Senior citizens (over 65 years) “largely vote for conservative candidates. Moreover, the November 2020 national election experience indicates that senior citizens represent the fastest-growing voting segment of the American population, now amounting to approximately 25 percent of total votes cast.” (And Trump wants to mess with that?)

Re: “Revolution.” The link is to The Beatles – Revolution – YouTube. (Sounds appropriate to me. Click on it for the full effect. “Rock out, Dude!) See also Revolution – Wikipedia.

The lower image is courtesy of Why are there so many boomers at anti-Trump protests? See also From Protest to Power: A Boomer’s Guide for the Next Generations to Challenge Authority, and Aging boomers are ready to return to their activist pasts. Or do what I did and Google “boomers return to protest.” From “Protest to Power,” here are five ways younger leaders can push back: 1) Demand Transparency and Accountability (like Boomers did for Watergate), 2) Leverage Economic Power (“When money moves, power listens”), 3) Master the System to Beat the System, 4) Control the Narrative, and 5) Build Intergenerational Alliances.

And about that lower-image caption, see Core Democratic groups are preparing to be targeted by the Trump administration. No surprise there, but while those nationwide protests were remarkably peaceful, see also Agent provocateur – Wikipedia: The French word for a “a person who actively entices another person to commit a crime that would not otherwise have been committed and then reports the person to the authorities. They may target individuals or groups.” Also:

In jurisdictions in which conspiracy is a serious crime in itself, it can be sufficient for the agent provocateur to entrap the target into discussing and planning an illegal act. It is not necessary for the illegal act to be carried out… Prevention of infiltration by agents provocateurs is part of the duty of demonstration marshals, also called stewards, deployed by organizers of large or controversial assemblies.

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Re:  The Israelite.  Harry Golden grew up in the Jewish ghetto of New York City, but eventually moved to Charlotte, North Carolina.  Thus the “Carolina Israelite.” I on the other hand am a “classic 73-year-old “WASP” – White Anglo-Saxon Protestant – and live in north Georgia. Thus the “Georgia Wasp.”    

Anyway, in North Carolina Harry wrote and published the “israelite” from the 1940s through the 1960s.  He was a “cigar-smoking, bourbon-loving raconteur.”  (He told good stories.) That also means if he was around today, the “Israelite would be done as a blog.”  But what made Harry special was his positive outlook on life.  As he got older but didn’t turn sour, like many do today.  He still got a kick out of life.  For more on the blog-name connection, see “Wasp” and/or The blog.

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For possible reference in future posts, here’s a fuller version of my “transition to adult:”

After high school, I went my way, like so many in the 1970s, in search of the “good life.”  At the time, Transcendental Meditation was a Big Trend on Campus.  It was part of the process of many Boomers “heading east” for enlightenment.  They tried various gurus and methods, which led to further ways to both expand the mind and come into closer contact with the “universal life force.”  In turn, many left the church they grew up in.

I tried self-hypnosis, Alpha Thinking, yoga, and other Eastern ways of dealing with life’s unpleasantries, my own shortcomings, and the unremitting evil and suffering each day on TV and the news.  I read books on karate, aikido, tai chi and other eastern disciplines, and books like Zen in the Art of Archery.  I learned about prana, chi, ki, and “the force,” as in “the force be with you.”  I was entranced by Transcendental Meditation and how easy “they” said it was, but balked at the price.  (At the time, it was supposed to run a week’s salary, which included a personalized Sanskrit mantra, “mine alone.”)  But I couldn’t afford a week’s salary, being a poor, bearded unemployed student.  So I kept looking, and the quest seemed to end when I found the book How to Meditate, by Lawrence LeShan…

I grew up in the “Age of Aquarius” (of sex and drugs and rock’n’roll), but now find myself settling into the cares and responsibilities of “mature” age.  [In July 2025, I will turn 74.]  And in my younger days I tried many different ways of Coming to Terms With Life.  Like other boomers, coming into Middle Age I found myself turning back to the mainline church of my youth, just like Mike Doonesbury did in 1994.I came back even though – when young – I considered the established church a failure; full of hypocrite fat-cat conservatives, intolerant, self-righteous, narrow-minded.  I still carried some baggage, some skepticism and mistrust of younger days.  I had a hard time with the “buzz words” favored by so many who call themselves Christian. 

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A mid-May “Recon,” then on to Canterbury!

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Liverpool’s Lime Street station – where Brian Epstein “brought back a contract” 63 years ago…

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March 31, 2025 – “Think positive thoughts, think positive thoughts…” Which I will now try to do, by focusing on a pleasant, upcoming overseas trip – instead of the current sordid and polarized state of American politics. As noted in the last post, this coming August I’ll be doing another Camino – Hiking the Canterbury Trail in England. (And once again, I define a Camino hike as one where at the end of each day you look forward to a warm bed, hot shower and a cold beer.)

But before that I’ll do a little recon, going over for two weeks this coming mid-May.

And by the way, before you can get into Great Britain you have to get an “ETA,” an electronic travel authorisation. (I applied for and got mine last December.) And just to be safe I also got a set of buttons indicating who I didn’t vote for. (“Let the reader understand.”) I’ll let you know how that turns out, but I’m thinking maybe I’ll get some free drinks along the way?

Then there’s the question: “Why would you spend good money to visit England twice, same year, in the space of four months?” For one thing, ever since 1965 – when I first heard Ferry ‘Cross the Mersey, that “Pacemaker” song – I wanted to do just that: Take the ferry across the River Mersey in Liverpool. This year I wanted to do that by flying over early in August, then taking the train from London to Liverpool. But it turned out that plan just wasn’t feasible, joined as it would be with trying to hike the Canterbury Trail on the same trip. But as it also turned out, a dear friend – and future travel-but-not-hiking companion – has a friend who lives in Stratford-on-Avon. And Stratford – as it thirdly turns out – is halfway between London and Liverpool.

But first, some preliminary details. First, the plan: Fly to London – another red-eye from Atlanta – and arrive next morning, all jet-lagged. Then get a modest place for that night, and next day take the train from London to Liverpool’s Lime Street Station. (The same one Brian Epstein repeatedly left from and came back to in 1962, trying to get a record deal for the Beatles. “Time and again he boarded the London train from Lime Street station… And time and again he would return with bad news for the band. One record label after another turned the group down.”)

Anyway, the point is that through a confluence of circumstance – ones I couldn’t foresee when I made my plane reservations for August – I am now able to make this mid-May trip to England. In turn that means I can both do a little recon for the Canterbury hike, while also being able to cross off a number of other Bucket list items that have been hanging fire lo these many years. (Decades in fact.) So this post will look ahead to that mid-May trip: 1) as a “preview of coming attractions,*” 2) as a point of reference for when I get over there, and 3) for future reference, for when I get home and can compare how dreams and plans matched up with reality.

So, aside from visiting London – for a second time; I went over in 1979 – on this trip in May I hope to: 1) take that ferry across the River Mersey, 2) come through Lime Street Station, with its historic connection to Brian Epstein and the Beatles, 3) see other Beatles-connected sites in Liverpool, 4) visit Stratford-on-Avon, with its historic connection to William Shakespeare, 5) make a day trip  to Winchester (via BritRail), where my hiking companions and I will start out in August, and 6) make a similar day trip to Canterbury, where we’ll end our hike.

But back to Lime Street Station. We’ll arrive there – after three hours* on the train – just like Brian Epstein returning from London in 1962, with the great news that his then-unknown group (the Beatles) finally had a record contract. (Though perhaps not coming in as “majestically” as Paul McCartney once put it.) We’ll only have one night in Liverpool, but that’s okay because the next day we only have to travel half-way back to London, to arrive at Stratford-on-Avon. (Or maybe the Leamington Spa station, a 24-minute car ride from Stratford.) Meaning that while we’ll only have that one night in Liverpool, most of the things I want to see there are clustered around the same area. (Between Lime Street station and the River Mersey.)

For example, the dock at Pier Head (Mersey Ferries | Liverpool) is a mere 20-minute walk from Lime Street Station, and only two minutes further from the hotel I booked for our one-night stay. There’s a Beatles statue in the area, along with the British Music Experience museum, the Liverpool Beatles Museum and The Cavern Club itself. (Where “it all started.”) So we’ll have plenty to do in Liverpool before heading southeast to Stratford.

And in Stratford? There are three Royal Shakespeare theatres, along with Shakespeare’s Birthplace, Anne Hathaway’s Cottage, and even a Shakespeare’s Distillery, “an artisan gin and rum distillery certified as a carbon-neutral business.” And maybe some practice hikes around the area, drinking in the ambience of those long-ago halcyon days. (Or so they seem to us.) Possibly followed by a G&T at that Shakespeare Distillery. And on Sunday, a service at Shakespeare’s Church – Holy Trinity, Stratford. There I’ll pray for continued safe travel, before getting ready to hop on the train back to London for seven or eight days. Once back in London we’ll use the remaining days on those BritRail passes for day-trips including but not limited to Winchester and Canterbury. (That’ll be the pre-August, pre-hike “on to Canterbury!”)

Finally, once the BritRail passed run out we’ll see if there’s anything else to do in London…

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The upper image is courtesy of Liverpool Lime Street railway station – Wikipedia. The caption: “LIME STREET STATION LIVERPOOL JULY 2013.” The article included the photo below left, “Inward view of Liverpool Lime Street Station in 1959.” (Closer to the time Brian Epstein frequented the place.)

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Re, positive thoughts. The full link is to How to Think Positively Every Day: Advice (Wikihow). See also 11 Ways to Boost Positive Thinking, 5 Tips to Train Yourself to Think Positively – Walden University, and others, by Googling “think positive thoughts.”

Re: “Recon.” The link is to Reconnaissance – Wikipedia: “In military jargon, reconnaissance is abbreviated to recce (in British, Canadian, Australian English) and to recon (in American English), both derived from the root word reconnoitre / reconnoitering.” I’m familiar with the term because I came of draft-age in the late 1960’s (and thought I might end up involved in such things). More precisely, familiar with the term “LURPs,” long-range reconnaissance patrols in Vietnam. (A LRRP was conducted by a “small, well-armed reconnaissance team that patrols deep into enemy-held territory.”) For more information see Long-range reconnaissance patrol – Wikipedia and Long Range Patrol in Vietnam War| K75 Rangers: “The long-range reconnaissance patrols (LRRPs) of the Vietnam War operated in a silent netherworld of dark green shadows where error could mean death and where the extraordinary was commonplace.” (All of which means some things from your “yoot” are hard to forget. And by the way, “Lurps” is not a misspelling. That’s how they pronounced it back in the day…)

Re: “Preview.” See the old-time (1960’s) Prevues Of Coming Attractions (1960s) Cinema Promo Trailer.

Re: Stratford-upon-Avon. I usually shorten that to “on Avon” on the theory that in this day and age the average reader is overwhelmed with data and so of necessity has the attention span of a gerbil. Thus fewer syllables, fewer words, shorter sentences, shorter paragraphs, etc.

Re: “Hanging fire.” See Wiktionary, the free dictionary, that aside from figuratively meaning to “wait, or hold back,” it literally referred to the case “when a gun does not immediately fire when the trigger is pulled, but may fire shortly after.” (Which I didn’t know. See also “misfire.”)

On Brian Epstein trying to get a record deal, see Lecture 5 in the Great Course, England, the 1960s, and the Triumph of the Beatles. (“Beatles for Sale: Brian Epstein’s Genius.”) Professor Michael Shelden opened by quoting Paul McCartney during a taped interview in 2007. Enduring a number of technical glitches Sir Paul said serenely, “We’ll get it right. We’ll move majestically to the end like the steam train bringing Mr. Epstein into Lime Street Station to tell us we had a record deal.” Shelden added that if the Beatles were to conquer the world “they knew the journey would begin at Lime Street Station with the long trip to London.” And that Epstein repeatedly took that long train ride until, after “many frustrating setbacks,” he finally came back with a deal. (As for that deal, it was officially signed in June 1962. See George Martin offers The Beatles a recording contract, though it seems the band’s very first record contract came a year earlier, “in Hamburg, Germany, where the band honed its craft playing gigs in the city’s boisterous nightclub district.”) And here’s the full “time and again” quote:

Time and again he boarded the London train from Lime Street station and kept pitching the Beatles as the next big thing in music. And time and again he would return with bad news for the band. One record label after another turned the group down.

Re: The Mersey. The link is to Ferry Cross the Mersey – Wikipedia, about the Gerry and the Pacemakers song “released in late 1964 in the UK and in 1965 in the United States.” Also, “The Mersey Ferry runs between Liverpool and Birkenhead and Seacombe on the Wirral Peninsula.” See also FER Gerry Marsden Ferry Terminal – Seacombe Ferry Terminal. And there was also a Ferry Cross the Mersey (film), which I didn’t know until working on this post.

About that “three hour” train ride from London to Liverpool. I’ve seen Google Map references that say many such trips can take seven hours, but I’ve been assured ours won’t take that long.

Re: Stratford. See e.g. The 18 best things to do in Stratford-upon-Avon – Time Out. See also Church of the Holy Trinity, Stratford-upon-Avon – Wikipedia.

Re: “Anything else to do in London.” That was either sarcasm, irony or maybe hyperbole? I sometimes get those three mixed up.

The lower image is courtesy of Church of the Holy Trinity, Stratford-upon-Avon – Wikipedia.

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Next up – Hiking the Canterbury Trail…

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Something like what we’ll see after hiking the 12 or so days from Winchester, in the UK…

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March 15, 2025 – It’s that time of year again. Well, almost. To explain, pretty much every September since 2019 I’ve done a Camino hike over in Europe. (To me a Camino hike means at the end of each day you look forward to a warm bed, hot shower and a cold beer.)

My brother and I started such hikes in 2017, on the Camino Frances. I met up with him in Pamplona and from there we hiked – and biked* – the 450 miles to Santiago de Compostela. (The “Way of St. James.”) In 2018 we changed up and did an 11-day canoe trip, from Kingston on Lake Ontario up to Ottawa. (A break in the hiking action.) In 2019 my sister-in-law joined us for a hike on the Portuguese Camino, from Porto – home of port wine – back up to Santiago. In 2020 came another break in the action, thanks to COVID, but in 2021 it was back to the Camino Frances – or at least the part I missed in 2017 – hiking over the “dread Pyrenees.” (For reasons explained in Hiking over the Pyrenees, in 2021 – finally!)

In 2022 we three hiked the Way of St. Francis in Italy, from Assisi down the 150 miles to Rome. In 2023 we hiked the Robert Louis Stevenson Trail in France, what the French call the GR 70 or “Chemin de Stevenson.” Last year – 2024 – we three hiked the Camino Finisterre – to the “end of the known world” – then on to the Camino Ingles. (Basically a round trip from Santiago, out to and up the northwestern coast of Spain, then back down to Santiago.)

In all those hikes we had to learn important terms in a foreign language to get by. (In Spain for example, words like cerveza and banos, pretty much in that order.) But not this year! This August we’ll be hiking in Merry Old England, and so will be able to understand what the locals are saying. (Pretty much.) Which means it’s time for a bit of preliminary research.

For example, in 2021 I posted Countdown to Paris – 2021, on August 8, the month before I flew over to do the over-the-Pyrenees hike. Then on July 24, 2023, I posted On visiting Paris and Lyon in 2023, before flying over to hike the Robert Louis Stevenson Trail. (In the Cévennes Mountains of south-central France.) Then on March 5, 2024, I posted Preparing for a Camino hike, for the Finisterre and Camino Ingles hikes – again in Spain.

The ’21 post covered the 2010 film, The Way, starring Martin Sheen. It’s central premise was not just that an old, out of shape Beverly Hills eye doctor went to France to recover the body of his son – who died while hiking over the Pyrenees. It also covered his spur-of-the-moment decision to go on and hike the 500 miles of the Camino Frances himself, without any prior preparation or training. In other words, the film shows all the things you should not do when preparing for such a hike. (Including sitting on a bridge and taking off your pack, only to see it fall into the river below and float away. Or leave your pack unattended, to be stolen by a young gypsy.)

The ’23 post discussed my early plans for climbing the towers of Basilique du Sacré Cœur in Paris and Basilica of Notre-Dame de Fourvière in Lyon. (Neither of which panned out. “C’est la guerre.“) And finally, the ’24 post offered tips for such an adventure. It led off with a sentence, “Getting ready for a hike on the Camino de Santiago? [Remember my definition.] Here are some useful tips.” Which as it turns out is always good for me to review.

It talked mostly about the importance of having a good pack, not a “cheap low-hanging pack from a local ‘Yuppie Goodwill.’” And about how the experts say your pack – including a full bottle of water – should weigh no more than ten percent of your body weight. (In my case 15 pounds, but for the last two hikes I’ve gone to 20.) And about the importance of packing only quick-dry clothes, good hiking shoes – along with some other incidental concerns.

Which brings up preparing for the next adventure, hiking the Canterbury Trail. The destination is Canterbury Cathedral, home of the Archbishop of Canterbury, “spiritual leader of the Church of England and symbolic leader of the worldwide Anglican Communion.” A pivotal moment in its history was the murder of Archbishop Thomas Becket, “in the north-west transept (also known as the Martyrdom) on Tuesday 29 December 1170, by knights of King Henry II:”

The posthumous veneration of Becket transformed the cathedral into a place of pilgrimage, necessitating both expansion of the building and an increase in wealth, via revenues from pilgrims, in order to make expansion possible.

And it looks like we needed to do this pilgrimage sooner rather than later. It turns out, “Much of the stonework at Canterbury Cathedral is damaged and crumbling, the roofs are leaking and much of the stained glass is badly corroded… [A] combination of centuries of weathering, pollution and constant use had taken its toll on the ancient building and some serious problems were in need of urgent action.” Which makes this trip kind of like that 2019 pilgrimage to Jerusalem,* what I rightly considered the chance of a lifetime. (I wouldn’t want to go back there now, or any time in the foreseeable future for that matter, and I am turning 74 in July.)

Back to the August hike: We’ll start at Winchester Cathedral, not just famous – for we of a certain age – for the 1966 novelty hit song by the New Vaudeville Band. But rather than “bringing me down,” this cathedral should make a good start for our UK pilgrimage. Among the largest of its kind in Northern Europe, it is the “sixth-largest cathedral by area in the UK, surpassed only by Liverpool, St Paul’s, York, Westminster (RC) and Lincoln,” and a major tourist attraction.

I hope and plan to write more preparation posts in the coming months, but in the meantime, here’s a glimpse of some of the foresty terrain we’ll be hiking through…

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“The Pilgrims’ Way as it passes to the south of the White Horse Stone, Kent...”

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The upper image is courtesy of Canterbury Cathedral From The Pilgrim’s Way Uk – Image Results. See also Pilgrims’ Way – Wikipedia, Canterbury Cathedral – Wikipedia, Pilgrims Way | Winchester to Canterbury | Pilgrim Walks, and Home | Canterbury Cathedral. (The site Pilgrims’ Way to Canterbury | The Natural Adventure offers a different and shorter route.)

Re: “Hiked – and biked.” Google Maps says it’s 234 miles from Pamplona to León, and from Leon, 182 miles to Santiago, though the official Camino mileage may differ. It took us 20 days, with one day off in Burgos, to get to Leon, but we only had 10 days left to finish. So we rented mountain bikes in Leon. (Google Maps also says the full Camino Frances hike from Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port in France – and over the Pyrenees – is 453 miles, but Camino guidebooks put the distance at 500 miles.)

Re: 2018 canoe trip, see The “Rideau Adventure” – An Overview. For information on other past hikes use the search engine at the upper right.

Re: That French term after the ’23 post review. See History of the phrase ‘c’est la guerre’ (‘it can’t be helped’). It noted, “The French phrase c’est la guerre – literally ‘it is war’ – expresses acceptance of, or resignation at, the situation engendered by war; it can be translated as ‘it can’t be helped.'”

Re: “Yuppie Goodwill.” It’s actually the Clothes Less Traveled store in Peachtree City GA. “And by the way, I ditched that low-hanging pack on the sidewalk, by a series of recycle bins, just outside our last lodging in Rome, at Viale Angelico 38. (A half-hour mile-and-a-half walk up from Vatican City.)”

Re: Pilgrimage to Jerusalem. See the May 2020 post, This time last year – in Jerusalem!

Re: “Bringing me down.” The 1966 song begins, “Winchester Cathedral, you’re bringing me down. You stood and you watched as [pause] my baby left town…”

The lower image is courtesy of Pilgrims’ Way – Wikipedia, which provided the caption.

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“If we make it through March Thir-teenth…”

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Merle “made it though December” – and on to the 2010 Kennedy Center Honors…

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February 22, 2025 – Back in 1974 Merle Haggard released a new song, If We Make It Through December. It explored the feelings of an unemployed father struggling to make ends meet, and provide some kind of happy Christmas for his family. One observer conceded that the song was heartbreaking, but said that didn’t matter to the people who prefer honestly-rendered pain to “false merriment.” Still, the chorus repeats, “If we make it through December, everything’s gonna be alright I know… If we make it through December we’ll be fine.”

So what brought that song to my mind? Just that lately there are lots of Americans heartbroken over the direction they see the country taking. One example? Lots of posts noting Hitler Dismantled a Democracy in 53 Days. Specifically, on how on January 30, 1933, Hitler was appointed the 15th chancellor of the Weimar Republic, and how a mere 53 days later, in “one of the most astonishing political transformations in the history of democracy,” he destroyed a “constitutional republic through constitutional means.” And a cautionary note: The original story said he “set out” to destroy, which is way different than actually “dismantling democracy in 53 days.” (One example, a later post said “Hitler tore down a democracy in just 53 Days.”)

The implication was pretty obvious, that something similar will happen in our own country. Aside from the “tore down in 53 days” post, another said Trump told top aides he wanted the same kind of ‘totally loyal’ generals that Hitler had. Which sounded pretty bad, until I did some of that Lateral Reading stuff and saw what Snopes had to say: That lacking further detail or corroboration, “we have rated this claim as unproven.” (Trump has only been in office two days over a month now, meaning: “Boy are the next four years going to be interesting…”)

Getting back to the 53 days, I some calculating, and our 53 days – from Trump’s swearing-in on January 20 – comes out to March 13, 2025. As for Hitler, most sources indicate his countdown started on January 30, 1933, when – as noted – German President Paul von Hindenburg appointed him Chancellor of Germany. (One big difference between our political systems.) At any rate, assuming our countdown started last January 20, the fifty-third day would come on March 13, 2025. (Awfully close to the Ides of March, of Julius Caesar fame.)

So, like Merle’s Make It Through December, I figure if we can make it through to March 13th, “Everything’s gonna be all right I know.” Let’s hope so, but here’s the timeline, according to 1933 in Germany – Wikipedia, which can give us a heads up. The countdown started on January 30, as noted, and on February 27, “The Reichstag, Germany’s parliament building in Berlin, is set on fire under controversial circumstances.” With our countdown starting 10 days earlier, that means on February 17 there should have been a suspicious act of destruction, which Trump would say was caused by Democrats, liberals or other such scum of the earth*.

Next day, February 28, the German legislature – the Reichstag – passed the Reichstag Fire Decree in response, “nullifying many German civil liberties.” On our adjusted February 18 timetable, nothing like that happened. In Germany’s March 1, 1933, “Hundreds are arrested as the Nazis round up their political opponents.” Which should have happened for us on February 19. And finally, on Hitler’s March 5, a German federal election was held in which the Nazi party gained 43.9% of the votes. (We won’t have such an election. Hmmm.)

So, adjusting for Trump’s taking office on January 20, not January 30, the new “53 days” timeline would look like this. February 17 will feature some perceived emergency or disaster, “under controversial circumstances.” Next day, February 18, Congress will pass a decree in response, nullifying many American civil liberties. The day after that, February 19, hundreds of Americans should have been arrested as Trump had his political opponents rounded up.

On that note I just Googled “Trump political enemies jailed” and got nada, except threats he made before the election. Then Googled “has Trump had any political enemies jailed,” and got much the same list. (Along with this from three months ago, Trump has threatened to jail his critics. As one of them should I be worried?) Meaning we might want to keep those February 27, February 28, March 1 and March 5 timelines in mind. And we might even change Merle’s adjusted lyrics to “if we make it through March Twenty-third,” to err on the side of caution.

But are we in the same position as the Weimar Republic in 1933? Created a mere 15 years before, in 1918, after the devastating losses in World War One? Millions of service-members and civilians dead? Untold billions in war debt and reparations? For one point of view:

Our republic is far older than was Weimar; we are not a parliamentary system; the dates of our elections are, for better or worse, fixed; our courts wield greater power; the media environment and superconducting modes of information exchange are particular to our age; our economy, unlike 1933 Germany’s, is not mired in a punishing depression…

That’s from A Fourth Reich? It’s Not Just a Bad Dream. For a somewhat different point of view see Here’s what federal judges could do if they’re ignored by the Trump administration.

David Cole, a Georgetown Law professor who has repeatedly argued cases before the Supreme Court on behalf of the American Civil Liberties Union, predicted that the most likely penalty a president would face for defying a court order would be political – not legal.

“If the president were to defy an order, it would cause a political firestorm,” Cole said. “And he knows that, and he’s therefore very unlikely to do it.” Which remains to be seen of course…

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Now a couple thoughts to close out. First, every executive power that Trump expands can be used by every Democrat president from here on. Second, We the People hired Trump – temporarily – to do one thing: Fix the economy, period. Which means bringing down prices across the board, and bringing down inflation. Those two are what the Sovereign People want from Trump. Especially those younger People – and others feeling disadvantaged and left out – who want a better better chance of finally realizing the American Dream. In particular, being able to own a home, despite high mortgage rates and a scarcity of available houses.

Meanwhile, there are signs that Trump’s honeymoon is over. (See POLITICO‘s take: “New polls show a majority of Americans say he has overstepped his presidential authority — and hasn’t done enough to address high prices.”) But that’s thinking long term. For now let’s just see if we can “make it through March Thir-teenth.” And ponder whether we as a nation prefer the honestly-rendered pain needed to survive, or that “false merriment” of ignoring the problem.

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The upper image is courtesy of Merle Haggard – Wikipedia, which noted that he “accepted a Kennedy Center Honor on December 4, 2010, from the John F. Kennedy Center for the Performing Arts in recognition of his lifetime achievement and ‘outstanding contribution to American culture.'” (Which seems rather ironic in light of certain recent events.)

Re: “Scum of the earth.” That’s how Arthur Wellesley, 1st Duke of Wellington, described the soldiers who made up the bulk of his armies. (Wikiquote, though by and through them he defeated Napoleon and saved the English way of life. And “not that there’s any connection to current events or anything.”) Another point: Famous leaders need such “scum” to win battles and stay in power.

Re: Owning a home. See The Cornerstone of the American Dream Is Still To Own a Home – and Many Think It’s Achievable. But see also Is the American Dream of Homeownership Still Within Reach?

Another sign of the end of the presidential honeymoon, Angry crowd confronts Republican in deep-red Georgia with ‘boos and catcalls’ over support for Trump’s agenda.

The lower image is courtesy We The People Image – Image Results. See also Preamble to the United States Constitution – Wikipedia and Constitution101: The Sovereignty of the People:

The federal government acts like it stands as sovereign in the American system, but that was never intended… In fact, the federal government was never meant to serve as anything more than an agent, exercising the specific powers delegated by the true sovereign… While many Americans assume the federal government sits at the top of the power pyramid, it actually belongs on the bottom. Under the intended constitutional system, “we the people” hold the top position of authority… The very first words of the Constitution make this clear… Have you ever wondered why these three words appear in large, ornate letters? When an 18th century British king issued a grant, his name always appeared at the top in the same fashion. The framers merely replaced the king’s name with “We the People,” signifying the sovereign authority from which the delegation of power flowed. 

A lengthy quote which may be explored further in some future post, if and as necessary.

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On “hoping for the best” – February ’25…

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A thought credited to Benjamin Disraeli, though I prefer “hope for the best, prepare for the worst…”

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February 11, 2025 – Back in August 26, 2023 (well before the results of our last election came in), I pondered what a Second Trump term might mean. (“Gasp!”) Ten days before that – August 16, 2023 – I did a draft, “On Liberty’s ‘FIRST Crisis.'” Later that day I did another draft, “More on Liberty’s ‘FIRST Crisis.'” They had to do with “one of my favorite go-back-to books, Liberty’s First Crisis: Adams, Jefferson, and the Misfits who saved Free Speech, by Charles Slack.” It described the effects of the 1798 Alien and Sedition Acts, when the party in power criminalized undue criticism of that party in power. (The Federalists.) And about how democracy survived.

I also mentioned that book – earlier – at the end of a May 24, 2018 post, On “Pirate’s Island,” Alabama. (About a kayaking adventure on Logan Martin Lake and seeing what I first took to be an American flag, but turned out to be a Jolly Roger, on a “little bitty island about a 100 yards offshore.” A bit of foreshadowing?) In this post I’ll try to tie up those long-ago loose ends.

But first a look at that August 26 Second term post, which included this:

I must confess – I “do not deny, but confess” – to some sleepless nights about that [second term]. Sleepless nights at the thought of him winning the 2024 presidential election. To be sure, that seems far-fetched at this point.* Or maybe not. The point is, with a second Trump term America might start looking more like Arkady Renko’s Russia[:] Death threats, reporters disappearing, broken legs, riots. At least that’s what some think…

BTW, those Renko novels feature a fictional Moscow (as in, Russian) chief investigator in charge of homicide investigations, but somehow his friends and co-workers keep getting killed off and he keeps getting into deeper and deeper trouble. After the first one, Gorky Park, the sequels show him taking on roles “varying from a militiaman to a worker on a fish processing ship in the Arctic.” That fish-processing sequel was Polar Star, which I found most interesting “because in it, Renko’s world has been turned upside down. Like America will be if Trump gets re-elected in 2024.” In other words, the novels give a good idea what it’s like to live in a dictatorship.

For example, those death threats, “reporters disappearing, broken legs, riots,” as I said in that August 26, ’23 post. (You could Google “Trump dissent crack down” for more specific examples.) Which brings up what one lady reporter said in Tatiana, a later Renko novel:

The thugs who do such work are meticulous… We recruit them and train them and call them patriots. And when they find an honest journalist, they let the bear loose… Sooner or later, I will be poisoned or nudged off a cliff or shot by a stranger…

But there’s hope in Renko’s ongoing ability to survive such dangers in his world turned upside down. In Polar Star he finds himself “gutting fish on a factory ship in the Bering Sea, in part to hide from the KGB, who have tried to kill him.” (Wikipedia.) Or as I wrote in Second Trump, Renko is “among the onboard lowest of the low. He works on the slime line, in the lowest bowels of the ship. But survive he does, with tricks and techniques we might all need to learn, possibly starting on Election Day, 2024.” And that turned out to be a bit of foreshadowing.

In other words, things turn out fine in that novel, as in the other Renko adventures; he manages to survive dire circumstances. Applying that message of hope to a possible Trump2 I noted, “There may be a blood bath (hopefully metaphoric) if he gets re-elected. And lots of weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth. But in the end we’ve gotten through worse, and will again.”

Which brings us back to First Crisis, the story of the first big test of the First Amendment, when the Federalists in power passed an extreme piece of legislation that made criticizing the government or its leaders a crime punishable by heavy fines and jail time, and so “the country’s future hung in the balance.” (Sound familiar?) That “extreme piece of legislation” was the 1798 series of Alien and Sedition Acts, of which John Adams said, “Mankind will in time discover that unbridled majorities are as tyrannical and cruel as unlimited despots.”

The jury is still out on that last thought, but First Crisis does bring up some nuggets of wisdom from Charles Slack‘s book. Like its page 3, which said, “The greatest enemy of liberty is fear.  When people feel comfortable and well protected, they are naturally expansive and tolerant of one another’s opinions and rights.  When they feel threatened, their tolerance shrinks.” Which seems to have happened in the last four-to-eight years. But it raises the question: Are we willing to keep that tolerance and spirit of compromise? Or the noble idea on page 59, that free speech “belongs to each individual wrestling with his own conscience, and is meaningless unless the people one most hates can have heir say without fear of official reprisal?”

Then there’s the thought from page 73, that dealing with the 1798 Sedition Acts occurred “not among a nation of ignorant sheep in need of rulers, but of free people working things out, turning ideas over in their minds and having their say, state to state, town to town, brother to brother.” Which raises the question: Are we still a free people, capable of working things out, or have we become a nation of ignorant sheep, in need of a strong ruler?

On the other hand there is this one possible bright spot about those Alien and Sedition acts: In the 1800 U.S. presidential election voters booted Federalists out of office and the party pretty much faded from political view. It was never a viable political force after that.

In the meantime, on the topic of hoping for the best – or at least trying to keep a positive attitude – I’m getting ready to hike the Canterbury Trail (Pilgrims’ Way) in England this August ’25, from Winchester to the cathedral in Canterbury. (And maybe checking out the process for moving over there?) The next four years are going to be extremely interesting…

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“To many Americans, the thought of a second Trump term [was] a true nightmare…“

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The upper image is courtesy of Hope For The Best Prepare For The Worst – Image Results. On a thought credited to Benjamin Disraeli. See Wikipedia.

Re: “Far-fetched at this point.” The Second-term post noted “the poll saying 53% of US voters say they wouldn’t vote for Trump. (Another poll puts that figure at a whopping 64% of Americans.” Meaning 53% of Americans said they “‘definitely’ would not support him and another 11% said they ‘probably’ would not support him.” (So much for the polls.)

The lower image is courtesy of The Nightmare – Wikipedia. “‘The Nightmare‘ is a 1781 oil painting by Swiss artist Henry Fuseli. It shows a woman in deep sleep with her arms thrown below her, and with a demonic and ape-like incubus crouched on her chest.” To which I added these thoughts:

A head’s up. The punchline for the [image] above would be, “At least it wouldn’t be as bad as living in Russia!” That’s the impression I got after starting to read my latest Arkady Renko novel. (Tatiana, one of a series of “life in Russia” novels by Martin Cruz Smith.) [And] a word about those Renko novels. They really make me appreciate living in the United States.

Which was true back then, but am I now starting to wonder? There’s Lincoln’s thought: “When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretence of loving liberty – to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocracy.” (Sic, from Lincoln on the Know Nothing Party – Lincoln Home National Historic Site.)

I guess we’ll have to wait and see, while “getting ready,” etc.

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For possible future reference here are some other notes from First Crisis. From page 3, on how Federalists saw themselves as “protectors of family, faith, education, and country…  [T]hey believed in liberty, yes, but liberty as informed and guided by a natural aristocracy consisting of themselves.” Then there’s page 49, which noted Freedom of the Press is the Bulwark of Liberty. Page 59 went on to talk about James Callender. Of whom Wikipedia noted that in the late 1790s, Thomas Jefferson sought him out to attack President Adams, which Callender did. (And Jefferson won.) But then after Jefferson won, Callender asked for a cushy federal postmaster job as a reward. Jefferson said no, after which Callender switched sides and “reported on President Jefferson’s alleged children by his slave concubine Sally Hemings.” (Which brought to mind the expression, “It all depends on whose ox is being gored.”)

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For more on the gored ox see King, Christie: Classic “Ox is Gored” Conservatives, on the idea that “Conservatives only like government intervention when those close to them or their immediate constituents personally need it.” In turn the expression “it all depends on whose ox is being gored” is from Exodus 21:28 and 29:

If a bull gores a man or woman to death, the bull is to be stoned to death, and its meat must not be eaten.  But the owner of the bull will not be held responsible.If, however, the bull has had the habit of goring and the owner has been warned but has not kept it penned up and it kills a man or woman, the bull is to be stoned and its owner also is to be put to death.

See also What is the meaning of the idiom It all depends on whose ox is being gored.

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Reckoning ahead four years – from 1/20/25…

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Welcome to the “Georgia Wasp…”

This blog is modeled on the Carolina Israelite. That was an old-time newspaper – more like a personal newsletter – written and published by Harry Golden. Back in the 1950s, people called Harry a  “voice of sanity amid the braying of jackals.” (For his work on the Israelite.)

That’s now my goal as well. To be a “voice of sanity amid the braying of jackals.”

For more on the blog-name connection, see the notes below.

In the meantime:

January 21,* 2025 – I’m trying to take the high road. Trying to think that maybe – just maybe – in their collective wisdom the Sovereign People made a good choice last November. In the alternative I’m just hoping the next four years won’t be as bad as lots of people think. I’m writing this so I can check back on January 20, 2029, and see whose prognostications proved correct. (And to the extent possible I’ll try to stay out of the crossfire.) But it’s tough.

Robert Reich for one doesn’t hold out much hope, as I discovered this past week when I ran across his video, Why Trump Won … YouTube. He said basically that Trump won by expressing the anger and frustration of the vast-majority of working class Americans, while at the same time planning fat-cat-friendly policies – like increasing corporate welfare – meaning most Trump voters will be in the same position (if not worse off) four years from now.

That led me to some lateral reading and these other posts: Economist Robert Reich ‘goes back 4 decades’ to explain why Trump ‘isn’t the cause’ of US dysfunction, and Robert B. Reich: Will Trump get credit for Biden’s successes? (I wouldn’t be surprised if he did.) Next – from a hot tip – I Googled “shove the presidency down trump’s throat,” and found these posts: Shove the Presidency Down Trump’s Throat – Yahoo News, and a review of that post, ‘Real job stress’: Democrats handed fresh advice. Finally I found this from Rolling Stone magazine, American Authoritarianism. How Bad Will It Get Under Trump?

One thing Rolling Stone said was that despite the Constitution’s two-term limit – the 22nd Amendment – Trump will try to stay in office “for life.” On the other hand (they said), America’s system of federalism offers hope: “Many things are going to be terrible. But controlling the federal government doesn’t mean you’re controlling everything.” Author Tim Dickinson exhorted Americans to support local institutions that uphold democratic norms and strengthen them.

Defending those institutions will give proponents of America’s democratic experiment their best shot at recovery, when the MAGA movement stumbles. Here, Trump’s age and lack of a clear successor offers some hope. “He’s old, so at some point, age is going to make a difference… There will be a power struggle. The next opportunity will be when he dies in office.”

Then too I recently started reading Stephanie Grisham’s book, I’ll Take Your Questions Now (“What I saw at the Trump White House”), for clues about what to expect coming up in “Trump 2.” (Page 7 talked about Trump’s appeal to voters, page 36 talked about the revolving-door chiefs of staff, and page 22 talked about Mitt Romney’s experience: “I don’t know how aware he was at that point about Trump’s slow, deliberate torture of him or if he was a particularly vengeful man. But in the years to come he would find ways to get back at Trump.” Hmmm…)

Meanwhile, I have a few thoughts of my own. Some I expressed in past posts, like April 2019’s On “why I don’t like Donald Trump.” Also, August 2019’s On “why it might be better…” (Gasp!) As in, why it might have been better if Trump had been reelected in 2020. (Legitimately that is. For one thing, he would have been leaving office on 1/20/25.) Then too, as things started looking more bleak (for many Americans), I posted this from August 2023, On a second Trump term.

I’ll be checking and re-checking those sources in the months and years to come.

And I had other thoughts: Like, that Trump will have a Honeymoon Period, the “period of popularity enjoyed by a new leader,” but that period is getting shorter; recently down to seven months, “from an average of 26 months earlier in American history.” For another thing, there’s the Paradox of Leadership: Why We Build Up Only to Tear Down: As soon as Americans elevate a new leader to high office, “we seem equally driven to bring them down… The fall from grace, then, is almost inevitable.” Third, in my view the Sovereign People hired Trump to do one thing: Fix the economy. Bring prices down, make it easier – or even possible – for today’s young people to buy a home of their own, and pay reasonable prices for food, housing and gas.

To the extent he can do that, he’ll succeed. Otherwise, there will be a day of reckoning…

In the meantime, on to more pleasant things. Like, this August I’ll be hiking the Canterbury Trail in England, more formally known as the Pilgrims’ Way. My companions and I will start the 120-mile-or-so hike in Winchester. (And on to the shrine of Thomas Becket at Canterbury in Kent.) Along the way and while in London I’ll wear my Dodger hat with the prominent “LA.” But to ward off rude remarks and puzzled questions. I’ll also wear this button. (But hidden, maybe under a lapel, ready to flash, “just in case.”) It’ll pay to be careful in the upcoming months and years…

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May include: A round button features the text 'DON'T BLAME ME I VOTED FOR KAMALA' in red and blue lettering on a white background. The words 'DON'T BLAME ME' are in red, while 'I VOTED FOR KAMALA' is in blue. The button is a political campaign accessory expressing support for Kamala Harris.

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The upper image is courtesy of Fortune Teller Image – Image Results. See also Prediction, Forecasting, and Nostradamus, all from Wikipedia. Here’s another interesting post – maybe to review in four years – How Donald Trump Won the 2024 Election | TIME, for comparison purposes.

Re: “1/20/25.” I wanted to post this on Inauguration Day but couldn’t. (Intervening circumstances.) I actually posted it at 8:00 p.m. the following day, but because it was so “late” the way-bottom of the text says it was posted on January 22. Also, about that word in the title: The verb “reckoning” means the action or process of calculating or estimating something, as in something coming up in the future? See Collins English Dictionary for variable and countable nouns, and synonyms. Also Merriam-Webster, about a settling of accounts or calculating a ship’s position.

Re: “Crossfire.” The actual idiom is Caught in the crossfire – Idioms by The Free Dictionary. Literally it means to be caught “in the middle of an exchange of gunfire.” Or affected by or made to be involved in a conflict “one is not a part of,” but of course, as an American citizen and thus part of the Sovereign People, I’ll be very much involved in the upcoming events.

References to the Gresham book are from the 2021 Harper Collins hardcover. Here’s another tidbit, from page 60: “The Secret Service secretly dubbed [Melania Trump] ‘Rapunzel’ because she remained in her tower; never descending.” And that agents tried to get assigned to her detail, with “limited movements and travel,” because they could spend more time at home with their families. (I’ll try to add more such tidbits in future posts.)

Re: The economy. The Reich YouTube video included a graph showing the economy (80%) as second only to immigration (90%) as the top issues that mattered most to voters.

Re: Lateral reading. The link, Best media literacy tip to vet credible sources from the Poynter Institute.

Re: “Honeymoon.” I Googled “Biden’s honeymoon period” and got links like How Joe Biden’s approval ratings looked across four years, Biden Honeymoon Unlikely Despite Early Challenges – U.S. News, and The president’s “first 100 days” is a myth — Biden included | Vox. There’s some interesting reading there; I’ll be checking them too in the coming months and years.

Also re: Checking and re-checking. I’ll also do that for things like the Consumer Price Index, the rate of inflation and the prices of gas and a dozen eggs. See News Releases, from January 15, 2015 (CPI), AAA Fuel Prices, from 1/21/25 ($3.12 on average), Is there an egg shortage? Here’s why prices are up, from 1/9/25 (“up to $3.65 in November versus $3.37 in October and $2.14 in November 2023”), and What is the current inflation rate in the US? – USAFacts. (2.7 percent as of November 2024).

The lower image is courtesy of Dont Blame Me I Voted for Kamala 1.25 Button. ($2.25, plus shipping. There’s also one for $6.99, A stylized “Vote,” followed by “Don’t look at me. I didn’t vote for him.” See also Don’t Blame Me, I Voted For Harris | www.splicetoday.com.

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Re:  The Israelite.  Harry Golden grew up in the Jewish ghetto of New York City, but eventually moved to Charlotte, North Carolina.  Thus the “Carolina Israelite.”  I on the other hand am a “classic 73-year-old “WASP” – White Anglo-Saxon Protestant – and live in north Georgia.  Thus the “Georgia Wasp.”    

Anyway, in North Carolina Harry wrote and published the “israelite” from the 1940s through the 1960s.  He was a “cigar-smoking, bourbon-loving raconteur.”  (He told good stories.) That also means if he was around today, the “Israelite would be done as a blog.”  But what made Harry special was his positive outlook on life.  As he got older but didn’t turn sour, like many do today.  He still got a kick out of life.  For more on the blog-name connection, see “Wasp” and/or The blog.

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An Updated (2025) “Geezer Guide…”

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Holy Cow! I haven’t done a blog post here for 36 days! (Since November 30, 2024?)

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January 5, 2025 – So the last time I posted was November 30, 2024? “Holy cow!” (An allusion to the famous “Harry Caray” meme, or at least famous to devout baseball fans.)

But in the time since November 30 I’ve 1) taken a 10-day, 2,000 mile road trip up to Springfield MA (and back), 2) taken six hours of train rides (one long Sunday, 12/15) down to New York City and back, 3) seen the play Chicago at the Ambassador Theater just off Broadway, and 4) gone through a process of preparing for and enduring two family Christmases, one on the day itself and one three days later for the whole extended family. (Including out-of-towners.)

So yeah, I’ve been busy…

But seriously, this post will continue a series I started back in 2018, mostly on what dietary supplements will help me stay good and healthy in old age. (And that was before my December 2021 post, “Will I REALLY live to 120?”) But now it’s time for another update, mostly because my oldest brother – who turns 80 in February – just got diagnosed with prostate cancer. (For which he is now in the middle of radiation treatments.)

That news got my attention because another brother – who died in 2007 – had prostate cancer. My father had it too, but he died in 2012, at the ripe old age of 95. Meaning there is hope, but I’d rather not get to that age – or 120 for that matter – “sans prostate.” The point being that all this led me to do more research on supplements beyond the Boron and Selenium I’ve been taking since 2018. (Selenium in the form of two Brazil nuts daily; they’re a great natural source.) But as turns out, that ketchup I’ve been scarfing liberally for all these years – a version of “nectar of the gods” – has been a big help. (See the Notes for the results of my last PSA test.)

You see, ketchup comes from tomatoes, and tomatoes are a rich source of Lycopene. In turn, Lycopene helps keep prostate cancer at bay, but a lot depends of what tomato product you use. It turns out that the “fresh from the garden” version isn’t all that great, but tomato paste is one of the best sources. Thus my resolve to get two tablespoons of tomato paste each day.

Which solves that problem, but since 2021 I’ve made a troubling new discovery “harmful to health.” Microplastics and Nanoplastics. They’re a big problem even in those teabags I’ve used for years. (As a “healthy” alternative to coffee?) Which led to more assiduous research, by which I found that one of the best ways to get rid of the nasty little beasties is simple: Boil water and run it through a coffee filter. And no more plastic water bottles. I drink from either a glass bottle or a large stainless steel cup. (The latter means I can get my morning iced coffee at RaceTrac, as a refill, for either a dollar less or – many times – for free. “Go on, you’re good!”)

But glass bottles have downsides too, mostly having to do with difficulties in recycling. Aluminum cans are much easier to recycle, so these days I get a nightly beer from a can, chilled in the freezer 30 minutes, then poured into a chilled glass. “Ah, the things I do to keep the environment healthy!” (There are also those Splurge Days when I get a two-draft-beer buzz at whatever sports bar I find myself near, often on road trips like the one up to Springfield.)

So that’s the update for January 2025, but I’m sure I’ll be doing more research in the future. (Since those darn scientists keep finding more and more things that are bad for us.) In the meantime, here’s a look back at some of those other supplements I’ve been taken. First, about that Boron: Men with high boron levels are “65 percent less likely to develop prostate cancer,” but American men on average have one of the lowest boron intakes in the world. Then there are those Brazil nuts: “No other single nutrient appears to prevent cancer more effectively than Selenium…  It basically forces cancer cells to self-destruct.”

You can get more detail in that Updated ‘Geezer Guide,’ from March 2021, but here’s a short list: 1) Calcium, something most American men don’t get enough of but which helps keep away that pot belly (it helps with weight control and keeps bones strong); 2) Coenzyme Q10, for help against cancer, Parkinson’s disease, heart disease – and is “packed with free-radical-fighting antioxidants, which can slow the signs of aging.” And speaking of not aging, there’s the idea, “Eat a third less, extend your life by a third.” (For more detail see More on living a longer, healthier life, including information on Autophagy, a type of intermittent fasting, the “body’s way of cleaning out damaged cells, in order to regenerate newer, healthier cells.”) Fourth, I also take Glucosamine Chondroitin to protect my joints (especially ankles and knees):

You don’t have the same amount of cartilage in your joints that you had at 19. To reverse the damage and actually rebuild cartilage, take glucosamine, made from the shells of crabs and lobsters. How much? 1,500 mg a day. Brands that combine glucosamine with chondroitin are fine.

Fifth, Vitamin E, which the Mayo Clinic says is “important to vision, reproduction, and the health of your blood, brain and skin.” Sources say Vitamin E is a potent antioxidant and “may help reduce the risk of certain eye diseases, heart disease, cancer, even Alzheimer’s.” Some studies show that “E” also reduces “muscle damage after exercise.” On the down side, most people get just a fraction of that Vitamin E from their diets.

One final note: I just read this bit of news: World’s oldest person, Japanese woman Tomiko Itooka, dies at 116. Needless to say, I hope to break that record – by at least four years…

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No Schwarzenegger body for me. I just want to stick around a while yet… 

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The upper image is courtesy of Holy Cow Harry Caray Images – Image Results. For more see also Harry Caray – Wikipedia, and Holy cow (expression) – Wikipedia.

An e-Bibliography for this post: An Updated ‘Geezer Guide to Supplements,’ from March 2021, and its predecessor posts, A Geezer’s guide to supplements and A Geezer’s guide to supplements – Part II (both from July 23, 2018), and More on living a longer, healthier life, from December 2022.

Re: “Sans.” According to Wiktionary, the free dictionary, as a preposition the word means “without” or “lacking.” The etymology: “From Middle English saunz, sans, borrowed from Old French sans, senz, sens, from Latin sine (‘without’) conflated with absēns (‘absent, remote’). Compare French sans, Italian senza, Portuguese sem, and Spanish sin.“

Re: Results of my last PSA test. (Probably boring to most people, except “men of a certain age,” along with their family and loved ones.) Taken November 1, 2024, it showed a level of “1.” (Actually 1.04, but some people mistook that as a a reading of “one hundred and four.”) According to PSA Levels By Age Chart: Normal, High Range & Scores, that’s pretty dang good. Despite the fact that the normal range of PSA levels tends to increase as a man ages – “with some minor variation between races” – my level is half the maximum for a 40 year old. (Zero to 2 or 2.5.) For a white male aged 70 to 79 the normal range goes from Zero up to 6.5. And by the way, I’m hoping to use all this data for the update I’m planning, for 2031, of Live to 120, and – Lord willing – 2041, 2051 and beyond?

Re: Benefits of tomato paste. See Potential inhibitory effect of lycopene on prostate cancer, How much in tomato paste? – Chef’s Resource, and Top 10 Foods Highest in Lycopene. Also:

Research studies focused on prostate health have established that consuming anywhere from  9 and 21 mg/day was associated with positive outcomes. [4] Other studies have also reported beneficial health effects and minimal side effects when supplementing with up to 45 mg of lycopene per day. 

According to Convert grams to ounces – Unit Converter, a six-ounce can of tomato paste yields 170 grams of Lycopene. (And boy did it take awhile to figure all that out.)

Re: Microplastics. See Scientists Discover Shocking Levels of Microplastics in Popular Tea Bags:

Plastic waste pollution poses a significant environmental challenge with serious implications for the health and well-being of future generations. A major source of human exposure to micro and nanoplastics (MNPLs) is food packaging, with ingestion and inhalation being the primary pathways of exposure… The tea bags analyzed were made from nylon-6, polypropylene, and cellulose.

And I thought they were made of paper. (Silly me.) Also, Microplastics in Bottled Water 10 Times Worse Than Thought | TIME, and Microplastics are everywhere: Is it possible to reduce our exposure? As to the boil-and-filter method, see Boiling tap water can remove 90 percent of microplastics, and There’s a Surprisingly Simple Way to Remove Microplastics.

Re: Glass bottles, see Glass recycling – Wikipedia. Also, Amid Recycling Rate Decline, Aluminum Beverage Can Remains Most Recycled Drinks Package.

The lower image is courtesy of Bodybuilding – Wikipedia.  Caption, “Arnold Schwarzenegger, one of the most notable figures in bodybuilding, in 1974.”  See also Arnold Schwarzenegger – Wikipedia.

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On Alice and her restaurant – 2024…

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The original Alice may be gone – but the song about her now-famous restaurant lives on….

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I have a Thanksgiving tradition that goes back – literally – a century ago. (To 1993, back in the 20th century?) Every Thanksgiving since then I do my best to listen to Alice’s Restaurant, the “musical monologue by singer-songwriter Arlo Guthrie,” released in 1967. (All 18 minutes and 34 seconds, at one sitting.*) But this year brought some troubling news:

Alice Brock, who helped inspire [the] classic ‘Alice’s Restaurant,’ dies at 83. (A ripe old age, but I hope to go well beyond that.) And this was shortly after I learned that Arlo himself suffered a stroke on Thanksgiving Day 2019, leading him to retire from touring and stage shows.

Those two bits of depressing news gave me the idea for yet another post on Alice, her restaurant, and maybe on how the movie – inspired by Guthrie’s musical monologue – proved yet again how Hollywood often distorts reality to sell tickets. (A topic I discussed in On Conclave – “Worth a $17 ticket?” As in my saying, watching that film, “Geez, that [bleeping] Hollywood!”)

Something else happened too. In November 2015 I posted Alice’s Restaurant – Revisited. Then just a year later, November 2016, I posted On Alice and her restaurant – yet again. I did that quick reprise mostly because in November 2016 Donald Trump got elected to his first term. (I didn’t believe it then and have trouble believing it now.) Anyway, in reviewing that 2016 post I came across some information that may help decipher what his next four years will be like.

This country has now embarked on what we might call “the Donald Experiment…” Which means the question to be decided in the next four years is whether Trump can deliver on the veritable plethora of promises made in his recent campaigns… Or whether those promises are merely “negotiable campaign devices.” 

That’s what I wrote about the first Trump term. (Then too, in August 2019 I wondered if it might have been better if Trump got re-elected in 2020, instead of giving us at least three years of angst. See On “why it might be better…” (Gasp!) For one thing, next January 20 we’d be watching him leave the White House for good, at least according to the 22nd Amendment.)

Another side note: For more on those “negotiable promises,” see Before taking office, Trump signals campaign promises are negotiable, All the Campaign Promises Donald Trump Has Broken in the Last 24 Hours, and/or Trump backs away from some of his strident campaign promises. They make for some interesting reading, but we may have to wait for future events to see what kind of Déjà Vu All Over Again his most-recent campaign promises may mean.

Then too the 2016 post described the term “massacree” – as Guthrie used it in his song – as a colloquialism describing “an event so wildly and improbably and baroquely messed up that the results are almost impossible to believe.” In 2016 I said it “perfectly describes the election we just went through,” but how about the reprise in 2024? (I still find it hard to believe.)

But for now, let’s move on to something more pleasant. (Keeping in mind that I’ll probably be reviewing both Yet again and (Gasp!) a few times in the upcoming years.) A pleasant topic like how Hollywood often distorts reality to sell tickets. Which brings us back to the film version of Alice’s Restaurant. Wikipedia includes a section on “Differences from real life,” and it’s pretty lengthy. The original song was, “for the most part, a true story,” but “most of the other events and characters in the film were fictional creations.” (What a surprise.)

For example, the beginning of the film showed Guthrie getting kicked out of a town in Montana – he was attending a college to avoid the draft – and thrown through a plate glass window. Pure fiction, and Guthrie later expressed regret “that Montana got a ‘bad rap’ in the film.” (And yes, we used to say things like that back then in the late ’60s and early ’70s.) 

Brock herself panned how the film showed her. “That wasn’t me. That was someone else’s idea of me.” The part I remember was the film showing Brock sleeping with “Shelley,” a heroin addict. (Among others, including Guthrie). Then too Richard Robbins – Guthrie’s “real” co-defendant in the Thanksgiving dump incident – later described most of the movie as “all fiction” and “complete bull.” (In the film he was replaced by an actor.)

Finally, Guthrie thought the film “frankly, garbage” and “a terrible movie.” Mostly because it was too nihilistic. (What started out as a fun film turned way too depressing by the end. Much like the 1972 film Fritz the Cat, which I also saw several times in my early 20s.)

He felt that rather than rejecting “fundamental aspects of human existence” – like knowledge, morality or meaning – his song and his generation (and mine) made a major difference. “Those values are not sixties values; they’re eternal values.” Some of those eternal values still live on, in cases like Ringo Starr Celebrating His [84rh] Birthday With Peace and Love.

And that’s a 1960’s value we could use a lot more of in the next four years…

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The upper image is courtesy of Alice Restaurant Draft Body Inspection … Image Results. (I was looking for a telling image from the Whitehall Street “draft” sequence in the film. In case Trump brings back the draft, like maybe for political opponents? And maybe including Short-arm inspections?

Re: “All 18 minutes and 34 seconds, at one sitting.” Technically that refers to one sitting while driving my car. (Like I did that first time in 1993, to get the best Karma result.) Note also that Guthrie’s word “massacree” in the title is a corruption of the word massacre, “but carries a much lighter and more sarcastic connotation, never being used to describe anything involving actual death.”

Re: “A ripe old age.” See my 2021 post, On “Will I REALLY live to 120?”

The lower image is courtesy of Ringo Starr Peace And Love – Image Results.

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On Conclave – “Worth a $17 ticket?”

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November 20, 2024 – It’s finally time for me to do a movie review. You know, of a recent film?

I last did one in April 2023, but that was on a movie released in 1941: About Swamp Water, the “film noir” directed by Jean Renoir starring Walter Brennan and Dana Andrews. That film – with its ghoulish image of a water moccasin biting Brennan on the cheek – really creeped me out. (Back in the early 1960s when I was about 10.) But it also fascinated me so much that I decided that some day I would paddle across the Okefenokee Swamp myself.

Which I finally did in February 2023, after three separate tries spanning the eight years from 2015. And there’s a connection: In reviewing “Swamp Water” I discussed the huge difference between the Okefenokee as it really was and how “deadly” it was portrayed by Hollywood. (After paddling serenely through it myself.) The result? In March 2023 I posted Okefenokee – “Haven of Serenity” or Deadly Swamp? My conclusion? Definitely a haven of serenity.

In a similar way, near the end of the just-released Conclave – watching the dramatic plot’s denouement – I found myself blurting out, “Geez, that [bleeping] Hollywood!”

But other than that I liked it.

Wikipedia called Conclave a thriller directed by Edward Berger and starring Ralph Fiennes, Stanley Tucci, John Lithgow, Sergio Castellitto, and Isabella Rossellini. “In the film, Cardinal Thomas Lawrence (Fiennes) organizes a papal conclave to elect the next pope, and finds himself investigating secrets and scandals about each candidate.” There’s more below, but first some background on my saying this blog would focus mostly on film reviews:

Those reviews – when they happen – are a throwback to my time at the University of South Florida, in 1976. I reviewed movies for the student newspaper, The Oracle.  (Before it got all famous and well-known.) I liked films enough to make that my minor.

(From THAT “WASP” NAME, above.) In those college days I had a simple formula for reviews, based on the idea that no movie was all bad or all good. If I liked the movie, two-thirds of the review would be positive. (Then came a downside.) If I didn’t, the review would be two-thirds negative, but still – I figured – that much work had to offer some redeeming social value.

Since my poor-student college days I’ve added an another factor, the price of admission. (In this case, at the Tara Theatre near Woodland Hills in Atlanta.) The price of admission – that Thursday, October 31 – was $17.42 for the ticket, and “even at that high price (‘gasp!’) the film was worth seeing.” (On the plus side, I got a tall Miller Lite for $6.)

Which is really saying something. That’s the most I’ve paid to see a movie, ever, and even at $17.42 a ticket Conclave was worth the price of admission. But here I run into a problem. I saw the movie on Halloween night, October 31, and intended to review it while the film was still fresh in my mind. Then came the election, five days later, which threw me for a loop.

Which brings up one dramatic highlight, when a bomb exploded just outside the building where the conclave was meeting. Immediately Cardinal Tedesco, an “Italian traditionalist,” railed against the “foreigners” and “barbarians” who would do such a thing. (And boy did that sound familiar.) That is, “Tedesco attempts to use the attack to his political advantage by blaming Islamists and calling for the Church to fight a war against Islam.”

But then came the surprise dark-horse candidate, Cardinal Benitez, who had been working in Afghanistan. He responded calmly and reasonably, saying that “violence should not be met with violence,” and that he has seen the true cost of war during his time in the Congo, Baghdad, and Kabul. (You might even say his response smacked of true Christian love.) The cardinals end up moved so much that they elect Benitez as pope on the sixth ballot.

That and the surprise twist near the end struck me as possibly a Hollywood political plea for a similar calm, reasoned and loving outcome of the then-upcoming election, “five days hence.” Needless to say, Benitez’s message did not turn out to be prescient. (Showing knowledge of an event before it happens.) As for the surprise twist, that’s what led me to blurt out, “Geez, that [bleeping] Hollywood!” (So be prepared for that surprise.)

But enough about my reaction, tainted as it was by the passage of time and the intervening election results. (Where I’d say the “Tedescos” of America won.) But what have others said? The Wikipedia article includes a smorgasbord of reactions, so I’ll give you some samples. (Which by the way, I couldn’t do when I did reviews for the USF Oracle. There were no such sources of collateral information. You know, “a century ago?”) The Rotten Tomatoes website included the comment that “Conclave is a godsend for audiences who crave intelligent entertainment.”

Perhaps not surprisingly, one Catholic bishop said the movie “checks practically every woke box, I’m sure it will win a boatload of awards, but my advice is to run away from it as fast as you can.” In turn, an evangelical reviewer said that “though the film subtly advances progressive convictions, it gives cardinals of all ideological persuasions equal opportunity to fall short.”

As for me, I’d say it was – and still is – worth the price of admission. (“$17? Gasp!” I did find out later I could have gotten a $13 senior discount.) Either way, for me that’s high praise indeed.

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 Isabella Rossellini adds a touch of class and keeps a bribing candidate out of office…

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The upper and lower images are both courtesy of Conclave Movie … Image Results. BTW, Rossellini is the daughter of Swedish actress Ingrid Bergman and Italian director Roberto Rossellini, 

Re: Paddling across the Okefenokee. See the March 15 2023 post I paddled across the Okefenokee – finally! (And links therein.) Later that month I posted The Okefenokee – “Haven of Serenity” or Deadly Swamp? (My conclusion? The former.)

Re: Tara Theatre. The art house movie theater, located at 2345 Cheshire Bridge Road NE, that “specializes in the showing of independent films, the only theater in Atlanta to do so exclusively.” Wikipedia. See also Tara Theatre Movie Showtimes & Tickets | Atlanta | Fandango: “$17.42 for the Thursday night 8:15 show,” but only $13.88 for “Child/Senior/Military.” Being a Senior Citizen myself – at 73 – “I won’t make that mistake again.”

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Other random notes I found, not included in the main text, in no particular order:

Conclave Explained: How A New Pope Is Chosen – Screen Rant, with a section, “How a new pope is chosen in real life,”

a highly secretive process held behind closed doors at the Sistine Chapel, which is scanned for microphones and cameras before the procedure begins.

While being sequestered, cardinals aren’t allowed to speak about the ongoing election process with anyone outside, or else they’d be excommunicated.

A cardinal is required to receive a majority of two-thirds of all votes to become the new pope. If a new pope is selected, white smoke will come from the Vatican’s rooftop, revealing to the world that a decision has been made. However, if a decision isn’t made, ballots will be burnt with an additional chemical that makes the smoke black. In this case, the conclave resumes, with two to four more votes held per day. If, on the fifth day, a decision hasn’t been made, the cardinals will pause for prayer and discussion before continuing.

“Technically, Any Baptized Catholic Male Can Be Elected Pope”

How Accurate Conclave’s Pope Selection Process Is

Conclave Misses Some Details But Nails The Important Elements

The usage of O’Malley for outside information heightens the drama in Conclave and works to the film’s benefit, but the rules Lawrence breaks stretch the bounds of fiction. Isabella Rossellini’s role as Sister Agnes likely has more autonomy than she would in real life, supporting the film’s feminist themes. Lawrence is shown voting for himself toward the end of Conclave, and it’s implied that other cardinals have been doing the same throughout the film, which would technically not be allowed. The overall process is handled by the film with sophistication, though some details are obscured for cinematic drama.

Conclave Ending: The Chosen Pope’s Shocking Twist Explained:

This movie is about the oldest patriarchal institution in the world, representing many other patriarchal institutions in the world. And at the end of the movie, there’s a crack in that institution, a crack of perhaps femininity, ya? It’s a crack that a light can shine through, a guiding light for the future, perhaps. And the future is a world where maybe both can exist?

Once that conclave is over, the shutters open, and [Lawrence] opens the window, and lets the air and the sun and life back in. And he hears that feminine laughter of those three nuns. In a way, it’s the future and it evokes a smile on him. It’s the promise of a more egalitarian tomorrow with a Pope who might offer some understanding for all people, no matter their gender or sex.

Conclave Ending Explained: What The New Pope’s Secret Means:

Benitez’s Conclave twist is meant to surprise, especially since the cardinal would now be the first pope to not have been born a male. Benitez is an intersex person who believed he was male well into adulthood. His gender was never questioned, and he was sent to seminary very early on in life. However, it wasn’t until he was injured in a car bomb while in Afghanistan that a doctor’s examination revealed the truth — Benitez had a uterus. Believing this disqualified him from his position, he offered to resign, but the pope instead arranged for Benitez to have a hysterectomy.

Intersex – Wikipedia.

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On unintended consequences…

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If Nixon had gotten Lennon deported like he wanted – John might still be alive today…

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On March 23, 1973, U.S. Immigration ordered John Lennon to leave the U.S. within 60 days. The reason? His conviction in 1968 in England for possessing marijuana. But, “As we now know … it had more to do with President Richard Nixon administration’s general fear of Lennon, his political views and his influence.” Lennon fought the deportation and ultimately won. That included the right to stay, specifically, in New York City at the Dakota Apartments, 1 West 72nd Street. There, on the evening of December 8, 1980, he was gunned down by Mark David Chapman. The thing is, if he’d lost his deportation battle he might still be alive today. (As “Sir John.”)

That’s what you might call an unintended consequence, and that brings up why I’m not reviewing the movie Conclave as I planned for this post. It’s because the recently-decided election includes an unintended consequence from 2020. Specifically on why it might have been better if Trump had won the election back then. The main reason? Because he would have had to deal – probably ineffectively – with the war in the Ukraine, the war in and around Israel, and especially the runaway inflation that proved to be such a big factor in the election.

Thus my conclusion that it probably would have been better if he’d won back in 2020:

My main concern?  He’d still be eligible to run in 2024, and in the intervening four years – with a Democrat as president – he might just wreak more havoc to American democracy than he could as president… So wouldn’t it be better to get it over with?  To get rid of Trump once and for all, in 2024?  Then too, if he did get re-elected in 2020, he would immediately become a “lame duck.”

To clarify, it might have been better to get rid of Trump on January 20, 2025. That’s when he’d be leaving the White House for the final time, instead of coming back again. (Like some “Undead Revenant?”) On the other hand, my comment about him “wreaking more havoc” – lingering on at the sidelines since 2020 – certainly turned out to be prescient. (But not in the good way.)

And incidentally, the film Conclave had a not-too-subtle message on why the Sovereign People should not have voted as they did last Tuesday, but that’s a topic for a later post. (Hopefully.) But “the People” have decided and Trump will be back in office next January 20. Which means it’s time to review some other prognostications I made about such a second term.

First off, about that lame duck business. In one definition it means the time between Election Day and when the new president takes office, on January 20. (In this case, 76 days or roughly two and a half months.) Meaning Joe Biden using those 76 days for unfinished business and take some final steps to shaping his legacy. But in another definition it refers to the fact that “any U.S. president winning a second term ‘automatically becomes a lame duck.’” 

That’s because the Twenty-second Amendment keeps a president from serving a third term. Thus he “doesn’t have to worry about getting re-elected.” In Trump’s case, that means he no longer has to “worry about throwing raw meat at his wacko base.” Then too he might start appreciating that he is “much closer to the end than to the beginning,” and that he’ll soon meet His Maker. Then too, being much closer to the end than the beginning, he might seriously start thinking about his legacy. (At 78 he is the oldest president ever elected.) Then too, while in office he might have a mini-stroke like the Apostle Paul’s, and have a Conversion Damascus Road experience. (Or a Mini Heart Attack? President Eisenhower was 65 when he had his first.)

For one example from history about a second-term president doing an about-face: “Ronald Reagan signed an arms control treaty with Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev,” despite his opposition to arms control during his first term. Might Trump also change some of his attitudes and rhetoric at some time during his second term?

Unfortunately, that second lame-duck definition can be a two-edged sword. It can liberate a president like Reagan to work for the common good, or it can make that second-term president dangerous. Either way we’re in for some interesting times coming up. (Like that ancient Chinese curse that says, may your children live in interesting times?)

Either way, “that which does not kill us will make us stronger,” and Trump won’t kill American democracy, try as he might. We love to complain about whoever is in power, we hate being told what to do, and we have a habit of building a leader up, then tearing down. Besides that we’re too damn ornery. Meanwhile, thinking ahead to next January 20, 2025, it will be 1,461 days until Trump leaves the White House, “at the latest,” for the final time. Let the countdown begin…

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We may face “tough surfingl” the next few years, but we’ll come out stronger…

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The upper image is courtesy of John Lennon Deportation Case Image – Image Results. See also When John Lennon Was Ordered to Leave U.S. by Authorities, You May Say He’s a DREAMer: John Lennon’s Immigration Case, and The U.S. vs. John Lennon – Wikipedia (on the 2026 documentary about the case). On his death, see Murder of John Lennon – Wikipedia.

Re: Unintended consequences, see Wikipedia: “In the social sciences, unintended consequences (sometimes unanticipated consequences or unforeseen consequences, more colloquially called knock-on effects) are outcomes of a purposeful action that are not intended or foreseen.

I borrowed from two prior Trump posts, from August 2019, On “why it might be better…” (Gasp!), and On a second Trump term, from August 2023. In a future post I may review in greater length that 2021 Donald Trump – the newest “Undead Revenant?”

Re: “Lame duck.” Some sources define the term as – in this case – the time available to Joe Biden between now and January 20, 2025 when Trump takes office. See e.g. What lame duck president Joe Biden can still do, and Biden uses lame-duck presidency to shape legacy. As to the second definition see Lame Duck: Definition, President, Amendment, Session – ThoughtCo.

Re: DDE’s heart attack. See Eisenhower’s 1955 heart attack. See also President Dwight Eisenhower: Health and Medical History, saying he had four such heart attacks.

Re: Chinese curse. I heard it first as “may your children ilve in interesting times.” But Wikipedia has it as, “may you live in interesting times.” Also that no actual Chinese source has ever been produced, and that the “expression is ironic: ‘interesting’ times are usually times of trouble.”

The lower image is courtesy of Nietzsche Quotes That Which Does Not Kill Us – Image Results. The link in the caption is to Tough sledding – Idioms by The Free Dictionary, meaning a “difficult, turbulent, or troublesome period of time.” (Call it artistic license.)

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