Okay, so “Space Force” sounds like a gimmick that you’d see in a 1950’s ad geared to dungaree-wearing boys.These boys, who’d be named “Dick” would show the girls, named “Jane,” just how it was done.So as I read about the furor of dedicating a King James Bible from the Bible Museum as the official Bible for military branches aimed at the stars, I had to think how very small we actually are.So 45 thinks, like Reagan thought, that we need outer-space defenses.These guys need to read more science fiction.Actually, some plain old science would help.If there are most advanced civilizations out there—and such seems increasingly likely, given that our understanding of science is subject to change—we are nothing more than cosmic mosquitoes buzzing close to our own planet where we can wail on each other in the name of lucre.And we call it “Space Force.”
An article on NPR points out the hypocrisy of swearing in the military on a Bible.One guy in there, I’ve heard tell, was called “the prince of peace.”He’s somewhere near the back.The public loves a good warmonger, though.We can send our tentative rockets into orbit where bug-eyed aliens laugh with bemusement, and say “Just you try something.”Or we can make business deals with Russia with one hand while pointing our missiles in their direction with the other.Is that a missile or am I misreading something, Dick?I can’t ask Jane, because she just follows along.Maybe we’re inheriting the consequences of those who grew up reading Dick and Jane.Boys with their rockets, girls with their dolls.
Bringing religion into the military is nothing new.German soldiers marched out into a couple of World Wars with “Gott mit uns” inscribed on their waists.Millions died.No lessons were learned.So now we want to take conflict so far over our heads that we can’t even see.Ancient people knew the gods were fighting far above.That’s how they made sense of the world.Some, like Erich von Däniken took those stories literally and thought our alien observers were the reason.Now that we’ve got drones we have no need of UFOs anymore.All that sci-fi I watched as a kid wasn’t wasted after all.Only I grew up reading that Bible instead of swearing on it.I was pretty sure that war wasn’t a good thing, as he rode on a red horse with his sword pointing upward.Time to dust off William S. Gray and get back to watching Space Force.
Today should be known as Protest Day.Three years ago with over a million others I marched in Washington.The media still routinely underreports the numbers there, despite the metrics used on the ground.“They’re only women,” it seems to say.I marched the last two years in New York City.The protest can never stop.Once a democracy has opened the door to evil, it can never rest again.It’s cold outside.There’s a winter storm in the forecast.Women everywhere are out marching.This mansplained world must come to an end.We must hear all voices.Despite having control of all branches of government, the Trump message isn’t being heard.Perhaps there is justice in nature.I like to believe it, even when it’s hard.
Patriarchalism wears many disguises, such as biblicism.If all you take from the Good Book is the idea that men are more important, then you’ve missed the point.The Bible is a book with a context and those who can quote it without knowing what it originally meant are left wondering why so many other Christians disagree.The message must be heard.Liberation theologians long ago realized that Jesus’ gospel had been drowned in the voices of legalism.They did what we all should be doing today; they protested.
Signs of national and international weariness are everywhere evident.Trump-supporting senators strike out with ad hominem attacks for all reason has failed them.Used to be if you aided and abetted a criminal you’d get in trouble.Now you just get bumped to a more influential committee.So we protest.History hasn’t forgotten Watergate.It will never forget the disaster of 2016 when a political party sold its soul.
A restaurant not far from here is owned and operated by a young woman.A sign on the register says “The Future Is Female.”I hope it’s so.Our hunter-gatherer sensibilities have been suborned by the possibilities of agricultural surplus.Where there’s surplus there’s mammon to be made.In the Middle Ages mammon became the name of a demon.Today it’s inscribed on the hearts of those who follow cash, no matter where it may lead.Once upon a time a man from Galilee said the wealthy wouldn’t inherit the kingdom.Like Caesar they dedicate the temple to themselves.We may not all be able to get out to march today, but we can make our consciences heard.Women deserve every right men have.It’s time to learn to share.Until that happens, we must protest.
I’m reading a book written in the mid-1980s.(All will become clear eventually.)The author notes the connection between social madness and personal mental illness.He cites the alarming rise of teen suicides.This was over three decades ago.Suicide rates have continued to climb, and this particular author got me to thinking about something that troubled me even as an undergrad.Although I went to college intending to be a minister, I ranged widely in the subjects I studied.(Being a religion major in those days allowed for quite a bit of flexibility.)I took enough courses in psychology to have minored in it, if I had declared it.Since my mind was set on church work I saw no reason to make said declaration.The thing that troubled me was I had also taken sociology classes.
Like most people who grew up in uneducated households, I suspect, sociology was something I’d never heard about.Asking what it was, in college, someone answered along the lines of “psychology of groups.”My own experience of it was that it involved math and graphs—it was a soft science, after all—and now I read sociologists who say that such numbers can be made to declare what the sociologist wishes.In other words, psychology.The point of all of this is that the book I’m reading suggests societies exhibiting illness cause individuals to be sick. Sociology leads to psychology.In times of national turmoil, individual mental illnesses rise.I had to pause and put the book down.The eighties weren’t a picnic, but the national madness of the Trump era bears no comparison.We are a nation gone mad, and when society can’t project health, the many who stand on the brink of individual mental illness simply get pushed over.That sure makes sense of what I’m seeing.
Looking back, I often think I should’ve probably declared that minor.Raised in a strong biblical environment, however, I wanted to learn as much about the Good Book as possible.I was teaching Greek by my last year in college and in seminary I specialized in the Hebrew Bible.It would’ve been a natural place to continue studying psychology.By that point I’d decided to go on to a doctorate, and psychology required medical training.For a guy as squeamish as me that wasn’t possible.Ancient languages, though, they were something I could handle.It’s rather frightening that those writing at that time already saw America (in the Reagan years, I might add) teetering towards national insanity.We’ve gone far beyond that now.And a society that doesn’t know it’s ill will sacrifice many individuals who realize that it is.
It’s funny what sticks in your head.As a ten-year-old 2020 seemed impossibly far in the future.And it was very wet.Not because of global warming, but because of a Saturday-morning cartoon called Sealab 2020.Suffering from thalassophobia, the idea of living under the ocean was both intriguing and terrifying to me.I recall that these underwater scientists had “aqua-gum” that they could chew so they’d be able to breathe and talk when not in the giant domes of the lab itself.While checking out the series online, I was surprised to learn it only had 13 episodes and lasted but three months.I’ve been thinking about it for over 40 years now, silently waiting to see if we would have such places as the deadline drew near.
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Instead in 2020 we have a record low of scientific projects being supported by a science-denying government.Ironically the sea levels are rising because of global warming.We haven’t done our homework and we’re pouting that things aren’t turning out the way we wanted them to.Ours is no longer an evidence-based reality, but one where a tweet of “fake news” is all we need to make the truth a lie.And as the water laps our ankles my thalassophobia starts to kick in.The thing about Sealab is that they had kids there too.Kid scientists.Even more ironically, Richard Nixon was president.His downfall was Watergate—coincidental?—and now we have a president caught red-handed (very Red-handed, even) in crimes while in office and Nixon’s beginning to look like a saint.When did the water get up to my knees?
They wore wetsuits and swim fins quite a lot in the show.Moving under water looked so natural—unlike my flailing when I attempted to swim.It was all about not being able to breathe, in my case.They showed us all kinds of strange animals under the water in Sealab 2020.Animals that we could drive to extinction, it seems, if they got in the way of unbridled greed.I have to admit that I’m a bit disappointed that Sealab misled me.We were heading for an optimistic future back then, even with Nixon justifying the Vietnam War and spying on his political opponents.People were still able to look forward four decades ago, in hopes of a better future.For all these years I’ve been awaiting 2020 only to find the world back behind where it was in 1972.
Like most thinking people I’m wondering what’s wrong with our government.If such wrong-doing were so out in the open any of the rest of us would be in jail, but because 45 stacks the courts the way GOPers want them, they think he’s God.Using the Constitution for toilet paper, the Republican party believes itself above the law so it can, well, make up the law.These are some angry, messed up people we’ve got in elected office.I’ve seen some interviews with the key players, and it’s clear they literally—and I mean literally in the literal sense—think of politics as a game.They don’t care how many lives get ruined; they just want to win.They give the male gender a bad name.
This whole shambles reminds me of something I learned a few administrations ago—nobody really has the answers.A low-functioning president is one thing (we’ve survived them before), but one who refuses to obey the law is quite another thing.Subpoenas ignored, catastrophic foreign policy decisions made, and rallying since day one, we are being led by lawmakers who stand in contempt of the law.All of this makes me think of deals with the Devil.While I await the results of the peer review of Nightmares with the Bible, I recall what the outcome of diabolical deals always is.It’s not true that “cheaters never prosper,” but it is new that it is being codified into law.Hammurabi is rolling in his grave.Even Caligula would be giving his forehead a palm smack.
America’s desire to become inbred has made us the spectacle for the world.Growing up in the sixties the message of inclusivity was in the air.I had no idea that those a generation older were resenting it, holding grudges, waiting quietly until they could throw inequality back into the mix and use it to stay in power even as they flouted the very law that was used to put them into office.It’s no wonder that three biographies of Adolf Hitler have been published this year.I guess there’s a fairly easy way to tell the difference between an average person and a politician.The average person is fed up with this charade and ready for some actual leadership.A politician, on the other hand, revels in the game he is playing, not concerning himself in the least with the consequences.
Time, especially weekend time, is a non-renewable resource.Since I barely have enough time as it is, I do my best not to squander it.Yesterday we had to visit our local Target—we don’t buy at WalMart because there’s an ethics even to shopping these days.When we got inside it was obvious that a lot of people had the same idea.I’d never seen Target so crowded, and I’ve been in one on a Christmas Eve.We had only a small basket of purchases, so before long we headed for the checkout and saw an enormous line.Not being afraid of tech, we went toward the self-checkout and found that line long as well.Long and not moving.
Soon it became clear that all the registers were down.Store employees were handing out free bottled water and snacks, like airports used to do with cancelled flights.We were in for a good long wait.When we finally reached the register, which had started to come back online, the manager was helping those trying self-checkout.Since the system was still not really functioning, you could check out one item at a time—after several tries, each time requiring the manager to enter his pass-code—and pay for it and restart the process for the next item.We asked about the outage.He said it was global, all Target stores were down.“You’ll have a story to tell,” he said.My mind was actually going toward technology and its limitations.How much we rely on it.Without tech this blog would not be.A lot of famous people would be unknown.How would we find our way from point A to point B?Or look up a phone number?
The internet is beguiling in its ubiquity.We use it almost constantly and it’s always there for us.So we’ve come to believe.In addition to spreading the tissue of lies that is the Trump administration’s agenda of using post-truth as a means of power, it must be supported by a whole host of experts—those 45 routinely dismisses as irrelevant.Clouds were gathering outside, and I had a lawn yet to mow before the day was out.Indeed, my wife and I had intended this to be a quick trip because weekends and sunshine are a rare mix.As we bagged our six items and thanked the manager, we could see the line still snaking the length of the store.Had we more time we might’ve come back another day.Instead, we had briefly fallen victim to something that an old-time punch register might’ve solved. And a time when the pace of life itself was just a bit slower.
A funny thing happens to human minds when they’re in a crowd.They begin thinking collectively.We’ve all heard of “mob mentality” and dismiss it as so common that we don’t stop to think how remarkable it is.Maybe we’re afraid to.Yesterday I attended my third Women’s March, this time in New York City again.Being an introvert, I find the prospect of putting myself into a large crowd daunting, and with a winter storm warning posted, worriesabout getting home provided a convenient excuse.My wife knows me well enough, however, to sense when my enochlophobia kicks in and tries to kick out that part of me that’s passionate about social justice.You see, women are still not counted equal citizens in this “land of equality.”The Equal Rights Amendment has never passed.Pay is still based on gender rather than qualification.And we have an unrepentant misogynist in the White House.
Once I’m in a likeminded crowd, supporting social justice, it’s clear that my thinking is influenced by the activity of all those brains around me.Scientists know this happens in nature.Ant colonies, for example, “know” more than a single individual does.Recent studies have even suggested this “hive consciousness” can exist beyond a lifespan, creating an archive of learning that exceeds the lives of an entire generation.If only we could teach Republicans to do that.In any case, being in the crowd of bright, intelligent, hard-working women found me in a good head-space.The men in DC are certainly doing nothing to make the male gender proud.
Although crowd estimation isn’t an exact science, the media has consistently underestimated the sheer numbers of these marches.The National Park Service, on duty in Washington in 2017, estimated 1.3 million had shown up for the march.It’s still not unusual to see the number cited as 500,000.Regardless, with the sister marches it was the largest single-day protest event in U.S. history.We have to keep marching as long as men continue to elect the most ignorant of their gender to high office.There’s nothing controlled about the chaos in the White House.Fake news, alternative facts, a revolving door of staff, and Fox News’ nose so brown you could grown corn on it is not the way to run a democracy.I may have been part of a hive mind for a few hours yesterday, and it was a far better mind than those that abound in the federal government seeking only their own glory. Let’s hope the collective mind outlives this generation.