My generation’s war was Viet Nam. Primarily due to a 333 in the lottery I didn’t go. That doesn’t prohibit me from empathy and understanding. I do not speak Vietnamese nor did I know the geography or customs. (I could have found it on the globe but that is about it – and more than a lot of other young men of my generation.) Had I been on the ground my life would have been in the hands of an interpreter and my organization’s success would have been in large part dependent on cooperative denizens. Fast forward two generations, change the location to Afghanistan and the story is basically the same. If I can realize this why couldn’t 16 House Republicans?
Today’s article presents a challenge. On a national holiday I normally publish an article dedicated to it. On a Sunday I normally publish an article predicated on the biggest political story of the week just ended. Today is Independence Day or The Fourth of July as we commonly call it. If I had to sum up the biggest political story of the week just ended in a single word it would be: Thursday. Even then I’d be incomplete, too much popped that day. However, I think I can blend the two while covering some of Thursday.
American democracy finds itself in an abusive (and adversarial) relationship with the Republican Party. That is a monumental problem. The first step in solving a problem is to realize that it exists. I spent ten years on the Board of an organization that helped people deal with abusive relationships. The key to solving that issue is also straight forward.
I’m writing this piece on Friday afternoon, officially the first observation of Juneteenth as a federal holiday. After decades of waiting, it came in as a rush job. Juneteenth becoming a federal holiday is a wonderful thing but what concerns me much more are many of the events happening around it.
I generally write articles at least one day ahead of publishing. When I woke up Wednesday morning I had two different ideas for Thursday’s article. After reading the papers option three won and the others will have to wait for another day. Continue reading 21 Without A Single Ace