Who is The Talking Dog?

The Talking Dog

"Sure, the dog can talk…but does it say anything interesting?"

He ain't The Man's best friend

September 23, 2019, Better late than never

I am five days late in noting what is now the 18th anniversary of this blog. At this point, it is safe to say I am keeping it up as much out of habit as anything else, what with the more or less once a month posting pattern ever since my "friend" Donald J. Putin began kicking ass and taking names on Twitter.

One feature of this blog has been my occasional reporting on my efforts at distance running. At 56 years old, it is likely that my fastest days (which were never fast) are well behind me. As such, I look for other things, like quirky goals of various kinds-- 50 states, 7 continents, 100 marathons, whatever. Hence, yesterday I completed my 56th marathon in this, the year I am still 56 years old, at the Adirondack Marathon in Schroon Lake in upstate New York. Regular readers are vaguely familiar with "my usual range" and this was on the slow side, but "in the range." I realize significant time improvements will require significant weight loss, which I find difficult to do with a full-time job. But hope springs eternal. I will just say that this race took particular focus, as the first 10 or 11 miles were virtually all uphill, and at times, extremely steep at that. So after the legs and lungs were destroyed, I also had to contend with "the sweep bus"-- a vehicle customarily behind the last runner-- following most of the way as runner after runner behind dropped out, leaving me to be the last runner (presumably not time-wise in the ultimate standings as quite a few started early).

That said, while my first and still fastest was done at age 19 in North Carolina, in 2001 at the age of 38 I began running marathons as an adult. Later that year, I began this blog, a week after 9-11 as it turned out. Over the years, I have kept up both activities, with whatever sense of accomplishment comes with each. The marathons alone total in excess of 1,400 miles (I have run many other races, both shorter and longer, but never stopped to add them up), and I am sure I am well over 1400 posts to this blog in its current Movable Type form.

Guantanamo Bay has been open since the beginning of 2002. My college classmate Barack Obama became a two-term President of the United States, only to be replaced by a media-created circus clown. The USA has been "at war" since all but about a month of the existence of this blog (and that first month was the immediate aftermath of September 11th). Lots of personal stuff; TD Dad passed away around four years ago; the rest of TD Familia is carrying on, albeit 18 years later (including the Loquacious Pup who, adding 18 to her age at the time we started this... is now 19).

Mostly, I saw a world in crisis at the start of this project in the aftermath of 9-11 fail to extricate it from that crisis. We can add climate change to all the other problems of the world; I see no cause for optimism, as there seems to be a catastrophic failure of imagination, that the overall system that isn't making anyone happier (let alone happy) is going to end up killing all of us so that a few rich people can hold on to extraordinary privilege does seem... catastrophic.

OTOH, in Jewish lore, the number 18 Is an alpha-numeric Hebrew code spelling "Chai" (the Jewish or Scots "Ch" rather than the English as in chimney); Chai of course means life-- a lucky number often used as a multiple for cash gift giving. Because of a 2012 cancellation (climate change again) in a few weeks I will run my 18th NYC Marathon, an active streak that puts me in the top 200 in that category for that event. So... there is always a basis for hope. Somehow. Young people are generally not assholes, unlike many old (especially white) people.

So, at the end of the day, we'll just keep on keeping on. "Donald J. Putin on American Exceptionalism" should be coming out in October-- perhaps not as early as I would have hoped, but I expect it too to come to fruition while I am still 56.

Comments (0)


September 11, 2019, Happy 9-11

Ordinarily I love to rant on this date, and would have done so earlier in the day. My earlier technical problems (a firewall at my IP address) have been helpfully resolved by my hosting company, and so we are back! Boo ya!

I have My friend Donald J. Putin has a lengthy diatribe over on twitter, which is lengthy by twitter standards but not by those of this blog.

Bottom line, it has been 18 years since 9-11. The damned World Trade Center twin towers were only open for 28 years. And yet, once the next ten years come and go, I predict that we will still go through the motions of a public ceremony devoted to private mourning as a national tragedy that led to insanely expensive (and end-of-American-empire inducing) wars that, in the end, have only made us less safe in every way. 18 years since the morning I got to watch the events from a ringside seat a block north, and then walked home through the surreal lower Manhattan environment and over the Manhattan bridge. Loquacious Pup wasn't even two. BTW, the most obvious manifestation of those events, a forever prison at Guantanamo Bay in Cuba, is still up and running despite holding only 40 prisoners, and get this, the trial of the alleged 9-11 perps is scheduled for January of 2021. Of course it will proceed as scheduled. HA!

I don't know what else to say, so let me make it easy: the terrorists won. We deliberately killed ourselves. Any dispute as to that was eliminated with the election of Malicious Circus Clown and presumptive Russian intel asset Donald J. Trump as President of the United States simply out of massive personal pique and media malpractice in deliberately relying on stolen Russian information (stolen from DNC email servers) but not attributing them to stolen email servers, while giving said presumptive Russian asset a complete and total pass for his lifetime of personal corruption and incompetence. Bi-partisan advancement of neo-liberalism so that elite financial professionals profited at the expense of the lifeblood of everyone else on Earth has finally caught up to everyone (at least 4 out of 5 Americans living paycheck to paycheck), and enough Americans said "fuck it," even if that meant a known clown and probable traitor.

Well then.

Much of the current terminal state of the American Empire is the subject of Donald J,. Putin on American Exceptionalism: It's not you, It's just America being America, which should be available early next month (I hope). (Wait, WUT? Did you just use the sanctity of 9-11 to advertise yourself?)

Alrighty then. As we often do, we turn it over to the Cheneys.



Comments (0)


August 11, 2019, Summer of hate

It is a truism that the sort of mass shootings that other nations will put up with perhaps once ever are an accepted daily fact of life in the USA (we are a really large country and by and large, rich and important people tend not to be involved in the mass shootings), and hence, last weekends near simultaneous massacres at an El Paso, Texas Walmart (leaving 22 people dead) and in downtown Dayton, Ohio (leaving 9 people dead) come at an interesting time, since it is widely believed that the, ahem, President's racist rhetoric inspired "stochastic terrorism," and encouraged this particular violence (he would rather change the subject, of course.).

As I... er, my friend Donald J. Putin... hopes to tell everyone in the upcoming Donald J. Putin on American Exceptionalism, this country was hopelessly fucked up before Trump, although he of course is a symptom of it's being fucked up. Indeed, as outrageous as the mass shooting at Parkland High School was (killing 17 people), it was certainly no less outrageous than the killing of 1st and 2nd graders at Sandy Hook elementary school (20 students and 6 teachers dead). Many suggest that some shooting or other will be a "turning point," but if 20 dead 6 and 7 year olds doesn't do it, nothing will. We are that gone as a country. I mean this sincerely. Seriously. Shootings of children. Of church, mosque and synagogue attendees. Of shoppers. Of people in work places. Just anywhere, WTF. Not even shooting members of Congress moves the needle. I swear, until someone shoots up a tony country club or a Fortune 500 board meeting (i.e., the only people who matter in this country, the very people likely to have security who could thwart such shootings) the needle just won't move. It isn't just the NRA (though it mostly is): it is baked into the cake of a culture of crapping on people, but telling the white people that they have the privilege of bad ass guns "if necessary," you know-- to stave off rampaging dark skinned people (fucking Senator Lindsey Graham said it this week in the context of why he owns a military assault rifle, though in his case, at least he had a fucking military career).

So where was I going? Oh yes. thumbs up with orphan.jpg

Take a good look at that picture, and then you can try to figure out why it is generating anger. Baby Paul there, held by a smiling Melania Trump, is an orphan now, his fingers broken in the shooting and both of his parents dying in the gunfire while covering his body to save him. Whether or not you believe that Donald Trump's rhetoric of "invasion" and "infestation" led directly to their murder (and btw, Baby Paul's father and uncle Tito, in the picture, at least according to Tito, support Trump and his policies), the question is the appropriateness of a triumphant smiling picture in these circumstances. Because it isn't merely insensitive. (Shame on Melania too, btw, and shame on anyone who pities her, because she is totally down with the program).

My point? It's inhuman. Uncle Tito has a half simile-- he doesn't really know wtf to do. But the President is supposedly making a condolence call. Can you imagine going to a wake or other occasion of mourning where both parents of a small child were suddenly killed, and being all smiles and thumbs up at such an occasion? It isn't human. And this is my point: this "man" connects so seamlessly with about 2 in 5 Americans (that's all-- his approval seems to oscillate between the mid to high 30's and the low to mid 40's, never more, never less) because he is a mirror. This cohort of the USA population is sufficiently angry all the time to find that this... damaged person, who they see as everything they admire-- a rich, arrogant, television star... represents them better than anyone in their memory (at least since the movie actor Ronald Reagan, from whom the "make America great again" line was stolen).

My point is simply that American elections have become referenda on incumbents, and turnout contests. In 2016, the incumbent Barack Obama was popular, but as with Bill Clinton in 2000, his popularity was not transferable. Hillary Clinton did turn out 3 million more voters, but in the stupid and atavistic "electoral college," did not turn them out in the right places, and lost the election. She was not a particularly inspiring candidate, of course, and failed to even appear in two of the three critical Great Lakes states she unexpectedly lost (and as I can attest personally, from having worked in Philadelphia on election day in 2016) she did not have a particularly good "ground game" either. But the media allowed the election to become hijacked over issues of her corruption, allowing a likely Russian asset with a vast record of dubious financial transactions and other... crap.... into the White House.

Well, here we are. That isn't the issue anymore. That he is a racist monster hellbent on spewing the kind of eliminationist rhetoric that often accompanies genocides, and he is doing this in a racially diverse country where too many of the 70% or so who are white people feel "threatened" by the dark people (and easily activated by hate speech)... this is the issue.

It is the only issue. And Dems taking each other on about what they voted on 40 years ago isn't necessarily the best way to deal with this. Pointing out that there is a racist monster in the White House who has to be removed at all cost... that would be a pretty good pitch. Just speaking for me only.



July 14, 2019, Joyeux Jour de Bastille

Happy July the 14th everyone! Liberte! Egalite! Fraternite! These are the values of an actual first world country where everyone gets like five weeks vacation and working more than 37 1/2 hours a week is against the law! Sure, the Germans overran them in the Big One back in '43, but then, they and the Germans both live better than we do, and we think we won the damned war! .

This is but one of many premises of the upcoming "Donald J. Putin on American Exceptionalism: It's Not YOU, It's Just America Being America," which, if it works out right, I will self-publish at least on kindle form (and hopefully on print on demand format as well) before this month is out. This was but one of my planned literary projects for the year, but hey, getting anything done will be considered a victory! And my good friend Donald J. Putin himself continues to crush it in twitter land.

Last year's ankle injury never really healed, so I continue hobbling around gingerly, but will surely finish my New York Road Runners "9 plus 1" sequence for the 19th straight year and God willing will finish my 18th consecutive NYC marathon in November. Will we get an age group world record in rowing or anything else? We will see, but it will take a lot of developments that I don't see right now.

Meanwhile, in the marathon department, some tragedy in the 70-plus category in that department.

The garden looks like a bumper crop for weeds this year; a few other things along the way (our first year of blueberries looks like I may have missed the main harvest... sigh). Not looking good for that literary project.

I continue to visit my friend who remains detained in an ICE contract facility in New Jersey. I and some of my fellow visitors attended the "Lights for Liberty" vigil and protest in NYC's Foley Square on Friday night (preceded by a moving Friday night "Kabbalat Shabbat" service in City Hall Park). For whatever reason, it remains good politics for the Trump Administration to engage in the imprisonment of children and to threaten thousands of families (many of which include citizens and legal residents). Former FBI Director and Special Counsel Robert Mueller is now scheduled to testify before Congress on July 24th.
For those of you who haven't already done so, adjust your expectations downward. Mr. Mueller never disappoints in disappointing.

And so we are now about 18 months and 6 days from what we hope will be the day Mr. Trump leaves the White House voluntarily after a sound thrashing in the election. Or the day he is handed four more years to finish the job of finishing off the United States. Either way, the Democrats in the U.S. House of Representatives seem to have no interest besides helping him destroy the nation, whether out of fear, political miscalculation, or something more sinister.

Alrighty then. A lovely warm day here in Brooklyn at Stately Dog Manor; Familia TD is enjoying our Sunday here. I hope you all are having a lovely 14 July as well.

Comments (0)


June 16, 2019, Happy father's day

And so we come to that part of the Hallmark calendar where we say "Happy Father's Day." To those in a position to celebrate... happy father's day.

In the world writ large, things are moving right along. My literary projects are proceeding-- well, Donald J. Putin on American Exceptionalism is nearly halfway through its second reading (and insertion of footnotes, of which there will be over 200 by the end). And if completed and successfully self-published, perhaps other projects can proceed. I have some gardening to do today... but, you know,,, I'm tired.

Doesn't look good for any of the athletic grand goals, but then, what else is new? I suppose I could just cheat, the way SOME PEOPLE do, but that would be inconsistent with my sense of fair play (unlike some people).

Loquacious Pup is home from college for the summer, which, as far as I am concerned, is as good a Father's Day as I can have. For you all... I wish you the best.

Comments (0)


May 9, 2019, Slow motion...

Let's take a break from the slow motion constitutional crisis, so slow that even our 78 year old Speaker of the House recognizes that we are in one, as the alleged USA President continues to crap on the Constitution, and in particular to the Democratic House, now thwarting all of their efforts at information gathering, so that I can note that today is the 82nd birthday of TD Dad (who as long time readers know (is there another kind?), passed away near the end of 2015).

TD Dad, of course, was a long time fan of the blog here, and I hope he would have been a fan of... my friend... Donald J. Putin, who right now has apparently just surpassed 9,700 followers on Twitter, signifying.... damned if I know?

But TD Dad was always encouraging me to pursue literary projects beyond the mere self-indulgence of the blog form, and the Donald J. Putin persona does appear to warrant a literary project, one of several I had proposed at the beginning of the year. DJP on American Exceptionalism, at least in draft form, is now at about 35,000 words, of what I hope to be circa 55,000 words or so. Perhaps I can finish it this month, and figure out a self-publishing vehicle, or at least before the end of June, so that the second half of the year can be devoted to... the other stuff, such as my floundering athletic goals (which might include a related literary project), or of course, the long-awaited publishing in book form the Guantanamo related interviews that many of you (as if there WERE many of you reading!!!) know are a signature piece of this blog.

Don't know. Still pressing on with my sanity preserving projects-- I am regularly engaged in conversation in English with a relatively recent immigrant, and I still visit asylum seekers held in detention as a guest of one of ICE's friendly profit seeking prison contractors a couple of times a month, along with the other stuff.

Life otherwise goes on; I am pleased to say that last weekend was (for a couple of hours anyway) warm enough for me to commence the 2019 Brooklyn roof vegetable container garden again; this year, we're hopefully going to get blueberries, along with the usual home garden goodies of tomatoes, cucumbers, etc.! the Loquacious Pup continues to pursue her studies, and Mrs. TD and I hold down Stately Dog Manor, with a pair of grey cats.

I will say that since we passed the half way point of its term, with just over 20 months to go now (and only 18 or so until it is, please God, voted out of office by a historically wide margin, and a Democratic Senate joins a Democratic House and the filibuster is blown up for all time so we can clean up the toxic waste dump he has left where our government should be), I feel time resuming a normal pace again. Not quite, but at least, closing in on it.

Alrighty then. This has been... Slow motion.

Comments (0)


April 1, 2019, What happens when every day is April Fool's Day?

The answer to the question in the post-title is that the world gets a fuck of a lot more boring and unpleasant; We have now been living in a world where "amusing lies" are not merely the source of humor on the first day of April, but are now the basis for public discourse in this country (as told by the political party now in control of the presidency and upper house of Congress).

While I would love to have concocted a fake 400 page redacted Mueller report, other than giving you 400 pp of redaction, I wouldn't know where to begin. Even my April Fool's day interview of Trump himself from 2016 doesn't seem funny in retrospect when this human cancer has invaded the body politic, and just under half the body politic keeps rooting for it, even as he and his rare combination of hatefulness, treachery-to-the-point-of-treason (and it's not just Russia) and incompetence spells their own certain decimation and doom.

Maybe it's just me, at 17 1/.2 years of doing this blog, it's just not as much fun anymore (especially when my good friend Donald J. Putin, by contrast, seems to be having a fabulous time mocking the stories of the day.) Of course, Donald gets to do it in 280 characters, whereas the blog format is intended to be more ponderous, but there is nothing to ponder in what is a daily slog toward the end of the American empire and the collapse of what generations of those who came before us have so painstakingly built up, only to entrust it all to mean-spirited grifters.

OK... I'll stop here. Just... you know... the Trump interview...

Comments (0)


March 17, 2019, Erin Go Bragh

Ireland forever, or something, to which I mean happy St. Patrick's Day to all who celebrate it (and I will just mention the looming Brexit no-deal, which, if played right, may actually lead to a United Ireland, even if this isn't quite what the Brexiteers planned!) . Before seeing extended Familia TD (not really; TD Mom and TD Siblings, along with three of the TD nieces, as part of an ongoing celebration of TD Mom reaching four score), I ran (if you can call it that) this year's edition of the NYC Half [marathon], a new iteration of the two borough course, commencing in Vaux and Olmstead's Prospect Park, rolling over Flatbush Ave. to the Manhattan Bridge, over the FDR Drive, across 42nd Street to... Vaux and Olmstead's Central Park. At my two score sixteen in age and 13 stone 8 or so in weight, I am in no position to be upset with anything under three hours, even just under three hours, and so... there you are.

My lofty athletic new year's resolution (a world record in rowing on an ergometer machine) is not on track, as, for one thing, I haven't lost any weight and certainly want to compete as a lightweight (165 lbs.) Perhaps the near end of winter will help? Of course, the UN tells us that we may lose all winter pretty soon, or, at least, the Arctic is fucked. So, you know, we picked a perfect time to allow capitalism to ply us with pharmaceuticals so we would peculiarly stupid and irrational and prone not to be cooperative (that, and thanks to that Australian psychopath who gave us a certain cable network... you know who you are), at the precise moment that bold, decisive thinking is required. The powers that be have instead decided to medicate and distract us with bouncing electrons and easily sharable cat pictures.

On my gardening project, I may be a week or two from sowing some seeds, and perhaps three or four from supplementing with farmer's market seedlings. Not sure how good I'll be about documenting this; a regular issue. But given the gestalt of our era (i.e. a government committed quite literally to poisoning us), you might want to consider what limited measures you can, even if it's a postage size organic roof kitchen garden and doing your own cooking with organic or at least friendly farm ingredients.

I can say, at least, that my friend Donald J. Putin has hit about 25,000 words of his masterwork essay, "Donald J. Putin on American Exceptionalism." Ordering information will be available... when it's available. The GTMO thing will be back-burnered a bit. Of course, there was some fear that newspaper consolidation would cost us the premier main stream newspaper journalist on the GTMO beat, but it seems that Carol Rosenberg has joined the Grey Lady; good on both of ya. Candace documents the latest shit-show: blocking staff from the International Criminal Court from entering this country. Sigh.

As usual, we have an atrocity to talk about, in this case, the murder of 50 people in mosques in Christchurch, New Zealand by a self-styled White supremacist who tells us he is a supporter of Donald Trump. As my friend Donald Putin would say, "entirely unsuspicious."

And so here we are. Twenty-two months left of the Orange Shit Show (I assume that even the drug addled and sadly, not very bright American people will leave it at that; perhaps a mistake on my part.) Enjoy the remainder of your St. Patrick's Day responsibly. This has been... Erin Go Bragh.

Comments (0)


February 2, 2019, Groundhog day

Happy 2nd of February. For those who give a crap, out in Western Pennsylvania, the official weather rodent Punxsatawney Phil failed to see his shadow and predicted an early spring; of course, he is correct on these calls less than half the time, making him less effective than a coin flip. Or a typical member of the American media.

Steady as she goes here at Stately Dog Manor. I do not seem to be making much progress on the athletic goals; I will blame the polar vortex (we actually had a number of insanely cold episodes this January, including for the annual protest near the White House commemorating the 17th anniversary of GTMO's opening and ongoing operation this year.) As has become an annual tradition, Andy visited with us for his stateside sojourn, and we are beginning to think that, aside from the "Groundhog Day" aspect to not only his visit but to GTMO and the USA's now eternal war on everyone, there is now also a "Same Time Next Year" aspect to our approach to the whole damned thing. Things were a little more upbeat this year because of the Democratic win in the House, but guardedly optimistic at best nonetheless.

Anyway, we are hopeful we will see Andy before next January when, we fear, we will be noting the 18th awful anniversary, even as our nation expands its inhumanity at our Southern border and everywhere else. I should note that I am, at least, making some progress on one of my literary projects (I will let you guess at which one), but I am hopeful that perhaps even by the end of February, I will have something to report.

In the meantime, the absurd "partial government shutdown" ended exactly when I predicted it would, i.e., the very moment that rich people were inconvenienced. This occurred when enough air traffic controllers were finally tired of not being paid, causing flight reductions in the Northeast, particularly at New York's Laguardia airport. Within hours, the shutdown was over (including law passed by both houses of Congress and signed by the Orange Ogre).

Meanwhile, our republic continues on the road to perdition, as climate change is worse than forecast (while large parts of the USA continue to deny it even exists as it is happening in front of them) and for good measure, the USA has just withdrawn from an important anti-nuclear treaty, rather than try to secure compliance, because we are in the throes of psychotics like Donald Trump and John Bolton, but, but... Hillary's emails.

I will end by noting that I continue to visit a gentleman held in our "hospitality" in a privately run immigration detention facility in New Jersey, and will continue to do so until he is out of there one way or another. Someone always has it worse in this country (although he is being housed and fed, albeit... in jail). Best we can do is try to be kind to others. A lumine. As Henry James put it, 'Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.'

Comments (0)


January 1, 2019, Happy 2019

In the (OMG) over 17 years of this blog, I am not sure I've posted new year's resolutions, but when SNL's Jane Curtin resolves to 'make sure the Republican Party dies," I am happy to make an exception!

I was going to try to take a moment of solipsism and post some athletic goals (as of today, I weighed in at a not svelte 187.4... or was it .6? lbs.. The goal by the end of the year is to set (at least!!!) one or more records in this category of lightweight rowing. , while advancing my 54 (so far) marathons including 17 consecutive at the NYC Marathon. Maybe I'll run a Boston qualifying time along the way (or not). Anyway, assuming this goes (I'll try to provide weigh ins and updates at the start of each month just, you know, to keep it interesting), I would love to write a book about it. Maybe we'll call it "How I lost 31 lbs and set a world record in rowing" or something. Rowing (as a lightweight crew member, no less) was my college sport while at Columbia, albeit just for freshman year. I wasn't particularly adept at it, but... still...

I would also like to see how it goes with three other book concepts for 2019. We'll start, I hope, with some kind of anthology or other format of my GTMO related interviews. As alarmingly little happened on the GTMO front in 2018 (one prisoner was released per an earlier plea deal, but no one else was, although there was litigation brought over the Trump Administration's policy of not releasing anyone ever), including on behalf of Candace's client Razak Ali of Algeria, but by and large, not much. Alas, 2018 was the first year since 2005 in which I did not post any Guantanamo related interviews. Perhaps 2019 will be different? We will see.

I have spent a lot of time in 2018 (and in 2017) helping out my good friend Donald J. Putin (n/k/a Individual One J. Putin) with his Twitter project; he and I would like to co-write a project called "Donald J. Putin On American Exceptionalism." I think you can guess where that will be going.

And the fourth one will be based on my literal cottage industry (the only customer being residents of Stately Dog Manor and guests!!!), of my roof garden and stuff I cook from it, "100 meals cooked with ingredients grown on my Brooklyn roof garden."

All this while, you know, maintaining the responsible sounding day job, my other responsible jobs as husband and father (including cat dad) and trying not to go insane in a nation that has already gone insane. Just want to say that I'll be counting on Jane Curtin to carry out her resolution!!! Happy 2019 everyone!

Comments (0)


December 23, 2018, Happy Festivus



Happy Festivus, everyone. As I always do, I express my hope that your own Festivus pole has been taken out of the garage, and that you are adequately warmed up for your feats of strength and have duly annotated your list of grievances for airing.

I am not even going to start sharing my own this year. They are likely similar to your own list of grievances, and presumably start and largely end with the abuser of a certain Twitter account. Honestly.

I have mostly said my piece in earlier posts this year (and given the paucity of posts as I have devoted efforts to helping my friend Donald J. Putin (n/k/a Individual One Putin) on twitter and to trying to assist asylum seekers (who are often held in immigration detention facilities) as well as recent immigrants and, you know, try to hold down my responsible-sounding day job and my duties as husband, father, etc., keep up that marathon streak, assuming my ankle ever recovers so I can climb on to the roof and my urban garden, etc., etc.

That said, we are coming to a lot of "nearing the end" points: the efficacy of American capitalism, the American empire, American democracy, the American dream, the American experiment... do you see a theme? We were, of course, never remotely as good as the internal propaganda inflicted on us suggested that we were, but, you know, we were certainly prosperous and people from everywhere legitimately wanted to come here. Now, of course, the people coming here come from the periphery of our own empire, which has long ceased paying for itself, where they are fleeing death squads meant to prop up local strong men trying to stay in our favor (by helping to maintain the USA-favorable terms by which American business deals with them), at the very moment, of course, that we are trying to keep them out in the parochial interest of that twitter abuser (and his racist supporters). Not that an insane low-wage swing labor force benefits the people here, other than, you know, to perform labor that they won't (usually for reasons of endlessly low wages and awful working conditions) but, you know... COME ON!

Nothing too specific. Media continues to pretend that everything is just fine and will go on exactly as it did before. Even as tens of millions of Americans have been flushed down the toilet of the last recession, losing their homes and jobs and pretty much everything, while Big Finance took over their houses and rented them back to them (at a slight premium), or is holding them vacant on spec. My point is simply that nothing is normal, nothing is good, and it is ending in front of us. Yes, I hope to wake up one morning and hear that President Pelosi has just been sworn in, but I am not holding my breath. See above re: the end of American democracy and the American experiment.

Being the only country on Earth that refuses to provide mandatory paid child-birth leave (completely unfair: Swaziland, Lesotho and Papua new Guinea also don't provide paid maternity leave) honestly, should tell you EVERYTHING, even as more and more states try to ban abortion at the very moment they maximize the cruelty on women (and children). I could go on with other "American exceptionalism," such as being the only country to insist that its citizens owe it tax for income generated anywhere in the world (Eritrea taxes ex-pats too, but at a whopping 2%). Just an "amuse bouche" of ways American exceptionalism FUCKS AMERICANS.

Best country that ever existed, best country that ever existed. Keep saying that or Tinkerbell will die.

OK; obviously, as a citizen of this country who just does not see how the hell to get out of it,and who recognizes that, in my particular circumstances as an American Jew, as a historical matter if nothing else, I am still probably better off here than almost anywhere else in the world, I will just have to continue to fight on to try to improve the place. [I should note that we had gone through over 240 years as a republic until President You Know Who unleashed his racist minions to give America its first bona fide pogrom, directed btw, at HIAS, an organization I happen to volunteer for.] And I can only urge the rest of you to try to do the same: fight on.

The idea of America is worth the trouble (even if the reality... might be something else).
Happy Festivus. This will take quite a feat of strength to hold it together. But together, maybe we can get it done.




Comments (0)


December 1, 2018, Freedom, gratitude, etc.

First of all, birthday greetings to the Loquacious Pup! She is a little older than this blog, but not as much as you think. She is growing up into quite the young lady.

Last evening, through the group under whose auspices I visit other men held in our nation's hospitable immigration detention facilities, I had the opportunity of transporting a gentleman from an unnamed African country from immigration detention in New Jersey to a transitional housing arrangement in Manhattan. Unsurprisingly, after nearly 8 months in the custody of an ICE contractor, a day or so after winning his asylum case before an immigration judge, he was unceremoniously ushered out a side door of the private jail in a warehouse district near Newark Airport. I was told to have a coat for him, as it was unlikely he had one (and dead certain he wouldn't be provided one). And he was in shirt sleeves in the 30-something degree chill.

And so, we'll call him "R," got his first taste of freedom since his arrival at JFK last April by crossing a dark street, and putting on the coat and hat I provided him and getting in my car. I drove him for his first freedom meal, appropriately enough at a McDonald's (people who regularly visited him told me that he had lost around 6 sizes since his detention). Mostly, he expressed his awe at seeing things live that he had seen on t.v., or otherwise, at the thought that he was suddenly a free man again. (His release had been delayed a day by "paperwork," so he had good reason for suspicion.)

Like most people in immigration custody, he entered legally on a proper visa, but, in his case, was detained at a port of entry on suspicion of desiring to stay here. He requested asylum, and after over 7 months in detention, thanks presumably to excellent pro bono lawyering, obtained it. Most, of course, aren't so lucky. But for that time, this man who had done nothing but escape an African country where he reasonably feared persecution, was the prisoner of our nation for most of this year.

And so, after his quarter pounder and 10-piece McNuggets and fries and a medium Coke, and a brief traffic tie up on the NJ turnpike, we approached the Holland tunnel, where I could point out the N.Y.S. skyline and the Statue of Liberty, which, as I noted in my usual sardonic attempt at wit, he was seeing from behind, which really seemed appropriate given what he had just gone through. I offered to divert to Times Square, but he said he just wanted to get to his next stop, a facility run by a religious order that hosts a lot of refugees and asylum seekers. And so, with the gods of parking karma cooperating with a space across the street, I helped him shlep his bags upstairs (the bags he brought from Africa on what he assumed would be a visit here not involving a long jail stay), and he let his new circumstance sink in. We unsuccessfully tried his wife on the whatsapp application, but left the phone number of where he was staying.

Apparently, others had already donated stuff for him that was waiting, as were several notes from people who would provide him the services necessary to transition to American life as a legally recognized refugee. He noted that it would be very unlikely that he would get much sleep last night, a sentiment I seconded (and btw, I found it very difficult to sleep after this experience either).

The majority of people seeking asylum in the U.S. are, of course, denied it, though not necessarily because they are not entitled to it. It's just a long, painful process, often involving long times in detention. And having an attorney, and a good attorney, makes a huge difference.

In any event, there are still people who believe in this country and what it has to offer. They could teach the rest of us a thing or two.

Comments (0)


November 5, 2018, And so it continues

Well, we are on the eve of election day here in the USA. Will a system rigged in the 18th century for the purpose of preserving slavery do its magic again, and permit unaccountable white supremacists (who managed recently to pull off the first recorded pogrom in American history) to hold control of all levers of government? Just for fun, while the Times and WaPo gangs continue their stenographic duties to warn us of the perils of the migrant caravan of hardened terrorists carrying smallpox and Klingon bat'leths women and children fleeing violence, because, you know, Trump talks about it, they are distinctly giving much lower key coverage to oh, the arrival of Russian "parliamentarians" experts" to "monitor" the mid-terms here... nothing at all suspicious there.

Sigh.

Meanwhile, my streak continues (in a shade over 6 hours, consistent with my finishes lately and no complaints given the state of my ankle), leaving me in a 21-way tie for 185th on the list of longest active streaks in the New York City Marathon at 17. As far as I can tell, the number of people eligible to keep their streaks going at 17 or more was... 185... out of 185. Apparently, I ain't gettin' off of this train anytime soon. As usual, out on the course (in Williamsburgh, also as usual), I encountered Super Dave Obelkevich, holder of the longest active streak (and longest streak period) at an unbelievable 43 years. Well, it's always good to have things to aspire to.

Go vote tomorrow. And make sure everyone you know does the same. Unless they're going to vote Republican, in which case, please try to prevent them from voting (you know, what Republicans do to Democrats in order to win elections). Lawfully, of course.

That is all.

Comments (0)


October 26, 2018, More milestones

And so as I come to that day, two score and sixteen years after the Cuban missile crisis on which somehow I was born, a day 15 years after Hillary Clinton was born, and so were other people like Pat Sajak (you see, Hillary was defeated by another game show host in 2016), apparently Seth McFarlane and other people I never heard of.

Still going. Somehow, like me, this blog hangs on, out of the same kind of stubbornness that, God willing, will get me through my 17th consecutive NYC Marathon (and 54th overall at that distance) in 9 days time, and otherwise gets me through life as an upper middle class resident of New York City. Most people have it harder, which is why people who have it even easier than me but still crap on others piss me off. You know who you are.

Strange times. Attempted simultaneous assassinations of two former American Presidents, along with a former vice-president, a former first lady/sec state/senator, a former attorney general, and at least three sitting members of Congress along with two civilians critical of the current regime in power... and mostly, barely a yawn, with the media literally giving credence to right-wing maniacs who, without evidence, shrilly scream "false flag" as if liberals would be clunky enough to try to blow up Robert Fucking DeNiro or to send John Brennan his bomb at the wrong t.v. network.

Anyway, we are really at a remarkable national low, and the fucking GOP will still likely hold the Senate, and do not count me shocked if somehow holds the House too, even as all "norms" have been flushed to pack the courts with right wing hacks, who can make sure that the rich can steal whatever they haven't already stolen from the rest of us. .

Anyway... another year shot to hell.The last year seems like... I don't know... 10? 20? Immense time distortions with an Orange Shithead in the White House... and probably will be for at least another two plus years, which will seem like another... 20? 30? I don't know. I try to lead an expemplary life, volunteering and shit, and you know, trying to do a good person and shit. What else can you do? Try to live the best micro you can. Because for the foreseeable future, the macro seems to be fucked. Although... hope dies last.

Comments (0)


September 22, 2018, oops... almost forgot...

Since it was more or less the start of Yom Kippur, the highest of the Jewish High Holidays, and right after a number of family events very close to each other in time, I overlooked the 17th anniversary of the first post on this here blog (way back when, one week after September 11th, when the bucolic air of this part of Brooklyn was still heavy with whatever toxic shit was airborne as a result of the burning "pile" in lower Manhattan, around a mile from here as the crow flies.) Seventeen years on, all members of the household here at Stately Dog Manor appear to be alive and well and in good health, even if this here blog is not as frequently updated (or read) as it might have once been. We lost TD Dad along the way, and a number of others, because, let's face it: 1/6 of a century is a pretty long time, actually.

And what have we learned (other than, dog people should marry dog people and cat people should marry cat people)?

"Don't get me started." It was Mrs. TD who said, on September 11th itself, "well, now lots of people who don't deserve it are going to die." And that was where we started. For months after the event, (which, btw, resulted in, aside from the deaths of a New York City firefighter who was a legal client of mine and a college acquaintance and quite a few close friends and relatives of people I knew, the loss of my own job), during my lengthy commute to Westchester County to my post 9-11 temp job, I tortured myself by reading the New York Times "Portraits of Grief" series, snap obituaries of over 2,000 of the people killed on September 11th, most of whom would not ordinarily get obituaries in the New York Times under any other circumstances.

And we can stop right there, because the last sentence tells me everything I have learned in the last seventeen years. WTF, you say? To be fair, it is a long sentence-- indeed, probably a run-on sentence, of the kind with which this blog is replete. So let me rewind. WTF?

Well, among the elements I mean to incorporate include man's inhumanity to man, which has certainly shown itself a very potent force on so many levels, starting with 9-11 itself and of course, moving on with "the post 9-11 world," mostly driven by the United States itself and its open-ended-never-ending-no-limits "War on Terror," which involved major shooting wars in Afghanistan (still going), Iraq, apparently large parts of Africa, and God knows where, including "black sites," "extraordinary renditions," Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib, torture, the total security state featuring universal surveillance of everything and everyone on Earth, our proxy wars in Libya, Syria, Yemen, our efforts to destabilize Brazil, Venezuela and pretty much every country on Earth that doesn't have nuclear weapons. With a fuck of a lot of dead and wounded (including quite a few Americans along the way). And mind you, this is just what the United States has been up to. Other players have also been misbehaving, and right now, something like 60 million people are refugees, obviously the largest number ever (even accounting for World Wars). Just in time for the United States to announce that it will accept the lowest number of refugees... ever.

Of course, all of this happens at the same moment (because, in part, the events are related) to the impacts of climate change, as dramatic shifts in climate and weather pattern lead to insane storms (such as the one currently being "enjoyed" by the Carolinas). The response of the United States to all of this was to elect a curiously-orange-colored circus clown who promised to put his fingers in his ears and say "NYA NYA NYA NYA" loud enough so that Americans stupid enough to vote for him (not quite a majority, but still way too high a number) could enjoy his ravings as he merrily isolated the United States by pulling out of the Paris Climate accord, the Iran nuclear deal, the Trans-Pacific partnership, and, at the urging of his mortgage holders and blackmailers in Moscow, maybe one of these days, NATO and NAFTA.

No, this post isn't about him. It's about the conditions that gave us him. Which takes us back to the emotional games that the New York Times was playing with me and everyone else by presenting snapshots of hundreds and hundreds of people who went to work, or got on a plane that morning and never made it home. BTW, I should note that there is approximately one mass shooting in the United States every day, and American gun deaths exceed 33,000 per year of people who also don't make it home-- but with rare exceptions (such as when victims are journalists or "notable" people), they don't get obituaries in the pages of tne New York Times.

I am not suggesting that life is not full of tragedy; there is a case to be made that it is full of little else. Indeed, despite the United States being the richest society that has ever existed, that wealth is actually in comparatively few hands, and for the most part, something like 4 out of 5 Americans live from paycheck to paycheck, which may be how it is, but is by now means "how it has to be."

So what am I trying to say, other than that the shlubs living paycheck to paycheck ain't making the pages of the Times unless they commit a heinous crime, or die in an event that the powerful want to use to fuck with the populace on an emotional scale like, say, September 11th? Oh yeah... that. And yes, although the entire media (overall, a schlock "entertainment business" that is also responsible for providing us with our "news") I actually kind of do mean to pick on my hometown's "paper of record," because fucking Judith Miler and Michael Gordon and their oh so important role in peddling the Saddam-has-WMDs-bullshit that led to the Iraq war which in turn pretty much probably finished off the future.And I mean very probably the future of humanity as we know it, not just the United States. Sorry to be a downer.

Because, as awful a cliche as it is, the United States was actually the indispensable country, the last, best hope, because, despite our bullshit (such as refusing to acknowledge that we even are an empire, despite our military presence in well over 100 other countries on every continent making us by far the largest empire that ever existed), we actually practiced general tolerance within our borders, actually tried to promote human rights and international order. Seriously: we did these things, albeit a while ago. As I said. 1/6 of a century is a really long time (btw, my friend Candace's client Razak Ali of Algeria has been gratuitously held in an American prison in Guantanamo for just about the last 17 years himself, despite never being charged with a crime, and he never will be charged. Candace has represented him-- and her client al-Ghizzawi, who now thankfully is at home in Libya-- diligently (and dare I say, heroically) over the years, but our legal system has, all too often, not proven up to do anything except the will of the powerful.)

Most of which moral authority Dubya flushed at GTMO, Abu Ghraib and the assorted black sites, my Columbia '83 classmate Barack Obama pretty much ratified by refusing to even investigate the war crimes of his predecessor, and the Orange Clown is mopping up whatever moral authority hasn't already been trashed by his two predecessors (as well, as of course adding "being a dick" to the face of all American policies foreign and domestic). I believe we start with the human soul and move outward. And that is not a pretty picture. Because after that, we get to the insane income and wealth disparities, that just keep getting worse (as a result of deliberate taxation, monetary and regulatory policies), and of course, environmental issues such as the aforementioned climate change, along with attendant storms, loss of arable land, species devastation, population disruption, ocean devastation, etc. I haven't even mentioned anti-biotic resistance, which I think is going to be really important soon, even as we continue to shoot up piggies and cows with said anti-biotics so that we can supply McDonalds cheaply from factory farms, even as that only hastens the day of anti-biotic resistance.

Boy, am I a freaking downer. And yet. And yet. Fast forward (or something) to 2016, when said entertainment-business-masquerading-as-news took it upon itself to tell us who "our leaders" would be. You see, it was our media that decided that a dozen or so Republican clowns would share a stage with the Orange Clown, but he would get to be in the middle and he would get all the interesting questions. And they decided to cover his outrageous statements, and not call him on the fact that virtually every word out of his mouth was a slander or a lie. And then the media decided to cancel the California primary so that Hillary Clinton could defeat Bernie Sanders, because Wall Street and Hollywood could just not live with a self-avowed "socialist". And then, of course, all we heard about until November were "Hillary's emails" and not the fact that a man who had never served in the military or held public office and owed hundreds of millions of dollars to Russian and Chinese banks and had decades of suspicious contacts with organized crime figures, etc.... got a complete pass because, you know, Hillary's emails. And here we are.

Because, you know, "he was good for ratings." Although not so good for political ad buying, a major profit center. But as I said, this post isn't about him.


So what is it about? Candace always reminds me that the late, great Studs Turkel wrote a book called Hope Dies Last. Much as things look, well, crappy, there is hope. And the hope has to be at a micro-level. Because, quite frankly, what we know of the "macro" is in the hands of said media (even though things like this blog allegedly "democratized" media, that is a load of bullshit, as money came in and bought up this media a long time ago, and made sure that cranks like me are on the fringes of everything where they want us... but I digress). For example, the Loquacious Pup is at college now, but, among her studies, devotes considerable time to "good works" of various kinds, such as work at a food pantry over the summer (among whose clients are recent immigrants). I am trying to do good works myself, particularly for those most under the heel of the Orange Clown's jackboots, those trapped in our immigration system. And I help "my good friend" Donald J. Putin with his twitter thing..And, you know, being nice, wherever possible.

And that's what we can do. I will leave the post in the hands of a New York native far more eloquent than me, Henry James: Henry James 'Three things in human life are important: the first is to be kind; the second is to be kind; and the third is to be kind.'

Comments (1)


The Story of
the talking dog:

Two race horses have just been worked out on the practice track, and are being led back into the stable.

After the stable boy leads them into their stalls, the first race horse tells the second, "Hey, did you notice something odd about that guy?  I don't know, he just doesn't seem right to me".

The second race horse responds, "No, he's just like all the other stable boys, and the grooms, and the trainers, and the jockeys – just another short, smelly guy with a bad attitude, 'Push, push, push, run harder…We don't care if you break down, just move it, eat this crap, and get back to your stall".

The first race horse says, "Yeah, I know what you mean!  This game is just a big rat race, and I'm really tired of it."
A stable dog has been watching the two of them talk, and he can't contain himself.

"Fellas", he says.  "I don't believe this!  You guys are RACEHORSES.  I don't care what they say about lions, YOU GUYS are the kings of the animal world!  You get the best digs, you get the best food, you get the best health care, and when you run and win, you get roses and universal adulation.  Even when you lose, people still think you're great and give you sugar cubes.  And if you have a great career, you get put out to stud, and have an unimaginable blast better than anything Hugh Hefner ever imagined.  Even if you're not in demand as a stud, you still get put out to pasture, which is a mighty fine way to spend your life, if you ask me.  I mean, you guys just don't appreciate how good you have it!"

To which, the first race horse turns to the second race horse and says, "Would you look at this!   A talking dog!"

Your comments are welcome at:  thetalkingdog@thetalkingdog.com

5 ? weblogs # 5

  LibertyLoggers

 

"If you were born to hang, you'll never drown!"

Hit Counter