Our Long National Recurring Nightmare

Ulysses S. Grant left office on March 4, 1877, bringing to an end what was at time the most corrupt presidency in our history. Grant won the Civil War, and for that was given a pass by his contemporaries and even historians to a degree. But he knew his administration was a cesspool. In his final address to Congress, he said, “it was my fortune, or misfortune, to be called to the office of Chief Executive without any previous political training… It is not to be wondered at if a person thus situated should sometimes err in judgment… Failures have been errors of judgment, not of intent.” Fun fact about Grant: he was born Hiram Ulysses Grant, but on entering West Point decided US Grant made for better initials than HUG.

Warren G. Harding died on August 2, 1923, bringing to an end what was at time the most corrupt presidency in our history. His successor, Calvin Coolidge declared on January 27, 1924, that a special bipartisan counsel would be appointed to investigate the corruption of the administration in which he served as Vice President. He said at the time, “if there is any guilt it will be punished; if there is any civil liability it will be enforced; if there is any fraud it will be revealed; and if there are any contracts which are illegal, they will be canceled.” If you know Coolidge, you know that was a lot more words than he normally used. In fact, this quote is often attributed as simply, “let the guilty be punished,” which is way more concise and fits better with Silent Cal’s renowned brevity.

Richard Nixon resigned from office in disgrace on August 8, 1974, bringing to an end what was at time the most corrupt presidency in our history. The next day, his successor, Gerald Ford, stated, “our long national nightmare is over. Our Constitution works; our great Republic is a government of laws and not of men. Here the people rule.” That’s about the right amount of words for Ford. Even so, it’s usually quoted as simply, “our long national nightmare is over.” Fun fact about Ford: he was born Leslie Lynch King, Jr, but was renamed when his mom remarried Gerald R. Ford, Sr.

You see where this is going? That’s right, every hundred years a future president changes his name. Also, every half century we get a do-over on corruption in government, and every half century we fail. Santayana knows why. And Santa knows if you’ve been bad or good.

Grant’s public failure as President did not stop the next 20 years of leaders from trying to out-do him. Special shout out to James Garfield, who might have put the country back on course were it not for an assassin who wanted a piece of the pie. And just to say it, Garfield was followed by his Vice President, Chester Arthur, who had been one of the most corrupt men of his era but found the fortitude in office to begin the civil service reform that would bring to an end that part of the corruption. We call the period after Grant the Gilded Age. “Gilded Age” was meant as an insult. Mark Twain coined it as a way of saying that we were pretending it was a golden age, but “the golden gleam of the gilded surface hides a cheapness of the metal underneath.” Our current President loves the era so much that he is literally gilding every surface he sees. Most of us can’t name the Gilded Age Presidents because they didn’t do anything. Our country was being led by wealthy industrialists, not by elected leaders.  

Unlike the rot of the Gilded Age, after both Harding and Nixon, we had the good fortune of being led by morally upright leaders. Both Coolidge and Ford knew they were following disastrous Presidents. They both ascended from the Vice Presidency following the unexpected loss of their predecessor, and they were both humble men from “working-class” backgrounds who each followed a deeply personal moral code set in place from their childhoods. In both cases, the corruption ended with the swearing in of a new leader. Though with each of these instances, more trust has eroded in our government.

That brings us to now. We likely have another 2 years left in what is currently the most corrupt presidency in our history. Regardless of how it feels, this will end. We will be given another opportunity to begin again. I’m placing this here now as a reminder to the five people who will read it that the selection of our next leader will determine whether we go deeper into the fire or quickly rise from the ashes.

As we leave this era behind us, please know that history teaches that corrupt Presidents do not get punished except by historians. Albert Fall went to prison for a year, and Harding got a monument. Seven members of the Nixon administration went prison, and Nixon got a library. Don’t hope for retribution, pray for salvation.

Weirdly, though I disagree with all of his politics, I believe our current Vice President fits the Coolidge/Ford mold and may surprise us all if he found himself in the same position. I also fear he is so deep in the pockets of modern industrialists that he could lead us into another dark age. And while I want to trust his stories of working-class roots and a strong moral compass, the fact is that moral people don’t have to tell you they’re moral. Christians don’t have to tell you they’re Christians. “By their fruits you will know them.”

Once the midterms have ended, the candidates for President will begin to make themselves known. It will be more important than ever that all parties select leaders of strong character. This will be a time for serious people who can do the serious work of healing our wounded nation. And if they can do it silently, Cal will approve. Let the guilty be punished, the gilding removed and let our long national recurring nightmare finally come to an end.

Thanksgiving Unstructured Commentary 2017

I was perusing my Thanksgiving posts from the last several years and adding them to a new category called “Thanksgiving” so they’d be more easily searchable for me. Unfortunately, adding the new category and updating added them all to my Twitter feed. My apologies to the four people who follow that feed. Though, likely, it’s not the same four people who follow this. So they’ll never know I apologized. Oh well, enough about them. This is about us.

In last year’s post, I mentioned that the annual harvest had been “a bag of dicks”. That was ugly! I’d say I’m feeling more positive this year. 12 month’s ago, I, like many normal humans, was concerned about what the future would be like with our new insane president. Fortunately, it turns out, life is exactly the same. Well, the news is different, but the actual day-to-day part of life seems unchanged. That’s good enough, right? Let’s celebrate with a feast!

Thanksgiving feast is the only feast officially recognized by this blog. I eat until I’m sick 176 times per year, but this is the big one. This one is planned. It’s also the one time a year that I’m voluntarily social. I would be fine with a hundred people in our home for that one day only, provided most of them leave pretty quickly after eating. I wouldn’t go to someone else’s home to be with those people. Let’s not be crazy. But I’ll share our food with them in the comfort of my own home… because I know all the places I can hide if I get uncomfortable.

This year we have the added benefit of our college bound son coming home for the whole week. This is the beginning of the next stage in life. The one that eventually develops into adding a daughter in law and then grandchildren into the mix. We’ve already had “the talk”. The one about making sure any woman he dates doesn’t have conflicting Thanksgiving traditions. That’s a deal breaker for us, and we would destroy her.

So there you go. The year has been better than bag of dicks, we’re all getting older and while it’s not completely impossible, it’s probably unlikely that we’ll all die in a nuclear holocaust any time soon. Let’s eat!

 

A Wedge Too Far

Last year wrecked us. Election obsession eclipsed our decency, and there’s no indication we can recover.

Among my friends on Facebook, I count a Reverend and several educators. They’re trained, called even, to open closed minds. The rest of us aren’t. So we took the tactics of fanaticism (Cowboys vs Eagles, Marvel vs DC) and translated it into political discourse. We taunted our opponents, buried them in virtual information that supported our opinions or refuted theirs. We painted our souls in the colors of our team and hurled insults at the opposition.

What I learned: You can’t change someone’s mind by sharing blog posts, articles and memes. You can’t change someone’s opinions by degrading them. You can neither change the world nor be changed by it by belonging to groups of like minded people. Civil face to face discussions, meeting people who hold beliefs contradictory to your own, listening to another’s testimony with an open heart; these are how world views change.

I have deeply held opinions that are political, social, cultural and religious. My opinions have evolved dramatically over the years. I’ve been on both sides of the political and cultural issues that separate us, and my beliefs were unwavering… until they wavered. Want to know how that happened? Come have a drink with me and find out.

My advice: Quit purging your friends list. Don’t burn down the neighboring village. Visit it. You might find it’s your own mind that gets changed. If you insist on being a social warrior, please remember the golden rule. If you sincerely want to change the world, join a campaign, join a church, volunteer, or run for office. Get involved in the real world not the virtual one. If you just want to yell into the canyon to hear your echo, go to Arizona.

America Loses When Everyone Chooses

So many mentions of Federalist 68 in the news this week. So I read it. (Well, re-read it, as I’m sure this was suggested, if not required, reading in Mr. Strother’s History class.)

Federalist 68 is the argument made for adoption of the 12th Amendment by Alexander Hamilton. The 12th Amendment provides the procedure for electing the President and Vice President, which is through the electoral college.  Each state gets one elector for each member of congress (both houses). This is to provide fair representation for small states. In modern elections it’s been argued that it causes under representation of larger states, since even the smallest state gets two Senators and one member of the House, even if their population isn’t really big enough for a House member. Larger states get two Senators as well and House members portioned by population.

What stands out to me isn’t what the news keeps telling us, that the electoral college exists to protect us from ourselves. We weren’t meant to have a say. Hamilton never thought the general public would or should be allowed to pick the President at all. The voters were to select electors, who themselves were to be “men most capable of analyzing the qualities adapted to the station and acting under circumstances favorable to deliberation, and to a judicious combination of all the reasons and inducements which were proper to govern their choice.” (I know… Hamilton was suuuuper wordy, and he seems to have never spoken in rhyme. Try to stay awake. This will be over soon.) In other words, electors were supposed to be wise men capable of deliberating and making the correct choice for President.

The electors represent the “sense of the people” not the will of the people. The voters in no way select a Presidential candidate. They select someone they trust to pick the best person to serve as President. It’s democracy once removed (or indirect democracy if we’re being pedantic). As an extra safeguard, in order to win the Presidency, the victor has to receive more than half of the votes from the electoral college. Anyone who can’t do that, can’t win. If no candidate gets a majority of the votes, the House of Representatives gets the names of the top five candidates and they choose “the man who in their opinion may be best qualified for the office.” It’s not clear that the ultimate winner has to be chosen from the top five finalists. There’s nothing there about all the electors from a state being required to all vote the same way. Each state is supposed to convene its electors, and they debate and deliberate and then each casts a vote. The votes from all of the states’ electors are then tallied.

Despite what the news today says, Hamilton didn’t worry at all about an unfit person becoming president. He literally says, “It will not be too strong to say, that there will be a constant probability of seeing the station filled by characters pre-eminent for ability and virtue.” The problem is over the years we’ve lost sight of what the founding fathers had in mind. They didn’t want us picking the president. (Some of them did, but the compromise was that we shouldn’t.) They were totally okay with the occasional demagogue making it to Congress. Hamilton says “talent for low intrigue and the little arts” might charm a State, but with this electoral process in place no one like that could ever be President.

Prior to 1820 a limited number of states held popular votes to give direction to electors. Most simply chose electors and trusted them to do the job. By 1824 all states were holding popular votes, and of course, it immediately all went to hell. There were four candidates in the 1824 election. Andrew Jackson received the most popular and electoral votes, but he did not receive the majority of electoral votes. So the four names were sent to the House of Representatives, and they chose the most qualified man, John Q. Adams, to be president. Andrew Jackson was probably illiterate, and certainly irrational. John Quincy Adams was worldly, dignified and intelligent. No brainer. Four years later Jackson trounced Adams and we had our first potentially crazy person in the white house. (Yes, he was a war hero and a decorated general, but he was more George Custer than George Washington.)

In the intervening years, we’ve moved completely away from Hamiltonian democracy and toward the Jeffersonian ideal of a more direct-democratic model. In modern elections, each state’s electors are required to vote for whoever wins their state’s popular vote. The actual vote casting of the electoral college is ceremonial.

Based on state by state popular votes in 2016, Donald Trump should receive 306 electoral votes. Next Monday, the electoral college will convene in 50 state capitals and duplicate the state level popular votes in direct contradiction of Federalist 68. Barring a revolt of 37 Republican electors, and despite Hamilton’s prediction “that the office of President will never fall to the lot of any man who is not in an eminent degree endowed with the requisite qualifications,” an absurd cartoon villain will win the presidency.

If 37 Republican electors cast their votes for someone other than Trump, the House of Representatives will convene to select our next president. I can say with 98% certainty that won’t happen, and with 100% certainty that a Republican would still win in that scenario. That Republican probably wouldn’t be Donald Trump, but would more likely be Mike Pence or Paul Ryan. Ryan is going to be President eventually. Now’s as good a time as any.

Thanksgiving in 2016

Generations from now, when historians look back on 2016, they’ll agree that it can eat a bag of dicks. This year’s harvest was a steaming pile of crap. Regardless, we’ll give thanks tomorrow and celebrate with a feast.

As a nation, we normally gather on Thanksgiving in large diverse groups of friends and family. We smile and nod at racist uncles and Fox News repeaters, indulge vegan cousins and ignore goth nieces. A large enough dose of tryptophan makes everything a little more tolerable. This year, however, many will gather in smaller like minded groups. Some won’t join any gathering at all. The weeks’ old wounds of election day are still too raw for tolerance to be allowed back in our homes.

I often wonder about Thanksgiving in 1963. President Kennedy was killed on the Friday before Thanksgiving. He’d already pardoned a turkey. Right before Thanksgiving is a shit time to die. What’s worse is he was on his way to lunch. I’m very structured about meal times. I would have been thinking about what I was having for lunch at that time of day, and at that time of November, I’d have been daydreaming of the coming feast. Maybe presidents have more to worry about, but maybe they don’t. Maybe the personal tragedy of November 22, 1963 is that a man was robbed of life, lunch and Thanksgiving feast. I’ve heard stories of some pretty horrible things said in the immediate aftermath of the Kennedy assassination. That must have been an uncomfortable year to share a table with people who had wicked words in their mouths.

There’s no moral to this stream of consciousness. If I’ve learned anything this year, it’s that you don’t need to make a point. Also a bag of dicks is a lot uglier than anyone could have dreamed.

Happy Thanksgiving.

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