New Niggers had to be found
To this day, we remain
New Niggers had to be found
To this day, we remain
He came and pulled on the threadshe spent her whole life spinningand spinning and spinning andit unraveledJust a bitRight on the edgeNear the endPulling apart. “Harumph”, she said, as she perched her haton her headTwo towers of obscene pinkShouting in the haze her frustration at having toonce againSpin the threadThe one that holds us together.But SHE does it because she doesShe always does.– Eliot
I got such agood workout snowblowing todaythat,I’m going with snowblowingis a valid replacement for my elliptical workouttoday,I’m sure no one coulddisagree with thatIn fact,it is almost a better workoutthan the ellipticalYeah,I probably can taketomorrow off as well sinceI got such agood workout snowblowing today– Eliot
A few days ago, my cousin, John Logan, sent me this text message (sic):
oldest story in the book…Turtle gives the scorpion a ride on his back…Donald trump…he ain’t gonna change folks….
Bottom line is that there is no penalty or prohibition on the President having a conflict of interest. No point in complaining or worrying about it. The one thing you can be sure of is that none of this came as a surprise to Donald Trump. He knew that the Presidency is a license to steal if a person who is so inclined gets there. Old Money understands noblesse oblige and acts accordingly. New Money understands getting more money and acts accordingly. So our system was written mostly by Old Money and assumed that Old Money would always rule because they deserve it. No New Money had ever been elected POTUS before with the exception of Jimmy Carter but even his harshest critics must admit that Carter is a moral outlier.
Male? Landowner? White? All designed to make sure that the person was of some means (Money) and in line to inherit additional means (Old Money). And then along comes Trump. Vulgar in his money worship and displays of ostentatious wealth. Gold plated toilets. Trump Force One. The Jet Ranger. A wife who remains suspiciously unattractive while having had all of the surgery we require to meet the American ideal of attractiveness. Loud and proud in his ignorance.
Trump meets all of the requirements, written and unwritten, that the Founders set for POTUS. Keeping in mind that upward mobility during that time was virtually unknown. The Founders had no idea that someone like Trump – the definition of New Money – would come along.
New Money understands getting more money and acts accordingly
We’ve handed Donald Trump the keys to the greatest money making opportunity the world has ever known – The United States of America. Acting shocked that he will now do those things that his supporters admire (lie, cheat, and swindle) to the United States of America in order to make money is childish. There is, literally, nothing in Trump’s background to even hint that he has, or ever has had, any sense of patriotism or loyalty to the United States. He is New Money.
Trump is Trump. Trump is New Money and The Founders could no more imagine New Money than they could imagine that Blacks were people and not animals, much less Americans.
(now you know why the concept of “Original Intent” makes Black Americans grind our teeth)
And so they left it to Noblesse Oblige. In their opinion, it was an unavoidable condition of having money and, therefore, could be counted on as if it were a natural law. The rich will do what is right. Always.
Until they don’t
Along comes Trump. A rich man who believes in being rich and getting richer. And little else. Trump realizes that The Constitution was written by bigots who could not see reality or the future. They believed that things would not change significantly. The Landed Gentry will always rule and that is the way it will always be.
But then Trump
Here is a man who has no sense of Noblesse Oblige. He doesn’t give significantly to charity. He has no religious or civic affiliations beyond those associated with his business. He doesn’t even pay the taxes that we all pay to help keep our society running. He steals from business partners, business rivals and the government. He is a small man with a large wallet. Following in the tradition of his father, Fred, who was another small man with a large wallet. Trump’s only purpose in life is to make that wallet bigger because he can’t make himself any bigger.
What does that mean for us? We find ourselves without a President who recognizes, nor any law that imposes, ethical limitations on him. Noblesse Oblige? Meh.
It’s like that time you put on Victoria Secret’s lingerie and locked yourself in a cage with a rabid orange-faced, paunchy, sex crazed Chimpanzee with a bad Carol Channing wig who had been smoking bath salts for the last three days straight and handed him a loaded 45 Colt – or am I the only one that has ever done that? – it’s a little late to wonder whether you’ve made some questionable decisions.
Perhaps now folks will start questioning the divine inspiration of those rich slave owning White men that designed this country?
That is my role at these office gatherings and I’m not very good at it. I think I’m a good husband. Mostly. But I am a horrible spouse. I’m not personable. I’m socially awkward. My narcissism manifests itself in a general disinterest in people that don’t provide some benefit to me. A lifetime of imperfect and missing teeth means I seldom smile.
I am not the ideal party companion. And, yet, in spite of all that, my wife succeeds. Wildly. To the point where I am able to pursue my art and try to get my voice heard while there is still time.
She moves easily among these people
Smiling when needed. Head tilted just right as they discuss some point or office gossip or politics or food or whatever the person she is talking to is interested in. Because, now she’s interested, as well. Truly interested and focused on that person and that subject.
There was a time when the American dream summer vacation was to load everyone into the family truckster and head out to see America. A dream so pervasive an entire series of comedy movies was created about it. Today that dream is largely dead. Replaced by the ever increasing need to produce. To work. To get ahead.
Driving around the country takes time. Time that could better be spent working. Cruises are popular because they allow you to vacation. To travel from place to place. To relax. All without being very far from “home”. Your bed is a few elevator rides away. You can always get back and check that email. Finish that memo. Tighten up that protocol.
As neighborhoods ceased in America, the new neighborhood became your job. Your coworkers were the people you saw for most waking hours as you put in 10 hour days trying to get ahead. They had the same goals and dreams that you had. They were your true neighbors. The folks that live next door to you? You know them but you never spend time with them. You don’t have the time to spend. You’re just too busy.
Neighborhood parties and barbecues continue but now it is that Office neighborhood that coordinates them. That calls the people together and tells them what part they play in this dance. Cook. Clean. Organize. Schmooze. Gossip. Flirt. Geek. Spouse.
Children run through this virtual neighborhood the same way they did the physical neighborhoods of old. Folks comment on how big or tall or smart they’ve grown since the last physical gathering of the neighborhood. Of course, they’ve seen them growing in the virtualness. Facebook posts, Instagrams, Tweets of their exploits and adventures go around the Office neighborhood all day and night. It never stops because it never closes.
That’s the thing about the Office neighborhood. It never stops. It follows you home. It eats dinner with you. It washes the dishes with you. And it sleeps with you. Sometimes it wakes you up in the middle of the night. It gets up in the morning with you. When it manifests itself in real life, like at a pig roast, it knows you and you know it. Everyone plays their role and the Office neighborhood plays its role.
Cooking of the meal is central to the occasion. It shows that the Office cares. Both as a company and as the people. The time they take to prepare dishes or to get supplies or to obtain an area or any of the other numerous tasks to get the Office neighborhood together in real space. Impressive.
These gatherings are needed and necessary. We need personal interaction with other people. We need it to be focused on us and not on our job or church or political party. It needs to be a nurturing of our humanness. The way we do that is the same as it has always been. Gather for a communal meal. Jointly prepared. Sharing in what we have. Together.
So, while you might think this is a simple office picnic, you’d be wrong.
It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood.