From the American Heritage Dictionary trump and or trumpery means 1) a card from a suit which outranks all others in the deck for the duration of a hand, 2) key resource to be used at an opportune moment, 3) reliable or admirable person, 4) to devise fraudulently, concoct, or counterfeit, 5) trumpet, 6) showy but worthless finery, bric-a-brac, nonsense, rubbish, 7) deception, trickery, fraud, and 8) showy but valueless.
In the current context of electing the President of the United States and/or Leader of the Free World whose hand may eventually hover over the big, bad button, let us hope the hand is short and the game of cards mercifully brief. While opportunism is part and parcel of politics, statesmanship and gamesmanship may God grant us a dealer who knows the difference. (Most politicians know the difference.) May key resources be applied with caution and forethought. Let us remember that a reliable and admirable leader may not be the same beast in greed as in statecraft. May God protect us from a hand full of counterfeit concoctions.
And trumpet? “For if the trumpet give an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself to the battle?”( I Corinthians 14:8).
And as for demagoguery no person is more susceptible to being gulled than persons embittered, forsaken, angry, disillusioned, cynical, isolated, broken — and they vote. America needs an admirable and reliable person in the broadest and highest sense. Someone whose trumpet gives an authentic, genuine and unequivocal sound. David Milliken
Most of us have a tendency to compare our talents and abilities to others, and get down on ourselves when we don’t measure up. While striving to be better is a good thing, it’s also important to be proud of our abilities and achievements, and not get discouraged by unrealistic expectations.Nicole Antoinette at A Life Less Bullshit breaks it down:
via If You Think Like an Imposter, You’ll Be an Imposter.
“To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear to hope till Hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, not falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
Good, great and joyous,beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory”
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound
The poet’s words capture the spirit of 19th-Century Romanticism. We live in the 21st Century where men and women still defy seeming omnipotent Power when we rebuild a defiant tower on Manhattan Island. The tower is a beautiful thing. We are humbled only by the proviso that the tower has been built to withstand all known catastrophes to date and then some, but we have no illusions about the unseen realities like an iceberg that sank the unsinkable ship. We have no illusions about new catastrophes that will always defy our poor power to prevent them. We spend trillions on our audacious hopes. It’s what human beings admire and do. We are awestruck at our own audacity. We rebuild and go on living in Pompey. Hiroshima and Dresden. We survive the Plague and wars and world wars.
1776 feet below the new tower New Yorkers pursue as always, their hopes and dreams. The drive goes back hundreds of years and earlier to ancient Rome and even earlier. Indeed, as does all mankind whether in Paris or Sandy Hook. We have always if not forgiven audacious wrongs and conquered unintended consequences, we have faced events darker than death or night.
We mortals cannot create a utopia on earth.The the best jobs and education can only make a dent in changing miserable lives. All we can do is provide a bigger token’s worth of social investment. What if it were a mere tithe on the investments we make in our audacity and hubris. Once upon a time the Twin Towers were both a hope and a wreck. In the end and given human folly, can we give more attention to perfecting what we contemplate and make sure that audacity pays tribute to Goodness each time we create a symbol of our unquenchable, audacious human hunger. David Milliken.
Vietnam is mourning an ancient turtle revered as a symbol of auspiciousness, whose death has shocked the country.
via Cu Rua: Vietnam mourns revered Hanoi turtle – BBC News.
“I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody and I wouldn’t lose voters,” Trump said
I am flabbergasted that any candidate for public office would say this, even at the lowest level local race. These are words of a megalomaniac reaching for the ultimate in political incorrectness.
Even if he intended his comment to be hyperbole, it was sheer tastelessness and an insult and should be to his supporters. And he said it in the wake of countless terrorism attacks in schools and churches. I believe he was speaking at a Christian college.
He’s a loose cannon. Please, Americans, stop supporting this man.
When you’re in grad school, especially in English lit, you do a lot of reading. It may sound odd to some that sitting and reading can be a passion, but for me it has been — fully as much as the passion football fans feel this time of year for the next gluttonous ingestion of yet another bowl game. (I do watch football.) Yesterday evening I passed yet another three hours reading a favorite author by the name of Louise Penny. She’s written eleven novels, mysteries that reach literary realms. I have two or three to go. Last night it occurred to me that my passion is no less sedentary than the average bowl watcher. Only the players on the field and the characters in the novel are getting any exercise. In both cases the experience is totally vicarious for the bystander.
I admit that bellying up to the telly is far more social than watching football unless you are a single viewer which I was. I had no one to share the murder of a hermit with, nor the behavior of two gay bistro owners. And yet book and game served up relatively equal amounts of suspense and human error. An artist’s moral dilemma was deeper and more affecting than the quarterback’s. For one thing, the artist had a moral dilemma. In both a novel and a football game I always stay to the end. Such staying seems to bear a lesson for life. The novel holds more complexity it seems to me. The novel leaves more to think about than the game, but then I may simply be favoring a personal preference.
In graduate English studies you read the best that has been thought and said over time by many voices, the voices of wisdom. A doctoral student reads very little contemporary literature. Immersion in good, current writing is quite refreshing after years in the museum of literature. One reads contemporary for pleasure, exposure, diversion, perhaps relevance to the times. Penny’s world of Three Pines, Quebec, cannot be found on any map. And the level of mystery far exceeds what could be found in a real village of similar size. And there are not in the real world many towns with a crazy poet trailed by a pet duck wearing a raincoat. All the characters are exquisitely drawn as are their crimes, misdemeanors and foibles. The reader loves them and feels their emotions in ways impossible of football players.
Louise Penny’s The Brutal Telling is a wilderness, real and figurative and there’s no concession stand in sight. David Milliken
Who are the socialists and who are the fascists? The answer is rather mixed. The Nazis were “national socialists” and then we had the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. It was all a rather mixed bag of leftists and rightists who came together in authoritarianism/totalitarianism. Here’ are some answers.
Aren’t you tired of it all: the waving hand, the petulant demeanor, the mindless cant, the absurdity, the embarrassment and on it goes? I try to imagine a President Trump seated around a table with Cameron of Britain, King Abdullah of Jordan, Merkel of Germany and I am embarrassed for my country. I cannot conceive of Trump with a finger poised and hovering over the big red button.
In a President I want thoughtfulness, patience, a cool mind — maybe even a modicum of warmth. Not in this guy. I want a real life manifestation of Michael Douglas as the American President. I want courage over foolhardiness. Above all, I do not want a cynic in the White House.
Tired, oh so tired of this quadrennial spectacle.
Giving up on something isn’t always a bad thing, but there’s something to be said for pushing yourself even when you’re ready to throw in the towel. For one, it can make you more creative.
via Creativity Thrives When You Resist the Urge to Give Up.