At the suggestion and encouragement of a few good friends, I have submitted a number of photographs for consideration in th e LensCulture 2019 Art Photograph Awards. It’s a long (impossible) shot, but why not? Life is short.
The political calculus on impeachment goes something like this: if Democrats do it, they may suffer politically, possibly in the House, possibly in the Senate, and possibly because Trump is more likely to be reelected. Let’s unpack this.
This is the last photograph I took before leaving Montana.
I READ THIS PIECE TODAY, and in typical fashion as regards Mr. Whositt—a man who wants to stop school shootings by banning trench coats—it caused me no end of severe intestinal discomfort. So I thought I’d take a little time and annotate the piece for posterity, OR for some other reason that begins with ‘posteri.’
THE ENTIRE COUNTRY IS SEEING RED these days. Frankly, it’s been everywhere—in the campaign, in the Senate, in the Courts—on the hats. The president* has been shattering norms right and, you know, extreme right, like a redolent red scare on a bluebird day. But there are some lines you don’t cross—red lines, you might say—like redneck racism and red-bait rhetoric and the ruddy rule of law. It seems the carotenotic cretin has crossed every bloody one—with lipstick, sans blush.
My last photograph of Flathead Lake before departing.
THE ATTORNEY GENERAL’S PRESS CONFERENCE this morning played out, more or less, like a press release for the Trump Administration. In view of Barr’s legal and political history, this is unfortunate, but unsurprising. It seems unequivocally true at this point that no member of the Trump administration engaged in conspiracy with the Russians. I think we can all agree that that is very good news for the country, but in the final analysis, it isn’t terribly important. Why? Two reasons.
I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND the mysterious mechanics of the universe—not like an Albert Einstein, or a Richard Feynman, or a Steven Hawking, or a Neils Bohr. I cannot see the world through the eyes of Leonardo or Michelangelo or Pollock or O’Keefe. I lack the business acumen of Jobs; the global vision of Musk; the profound mysticism of Gurdjieff. I am an ordinary man, possessed of ordinary attributes, and in the failure to reach the high places, I am, like most of us, entirely innocent.
FOR DONALD TRUMP and Benjamin Netanyahu. For Mitch McConnell and Newt Gingrich. For Sean Hannity and Bill O'Reilly. For Sarah Sanders and Kellyanne Conway. For Jim Jordan and Mark Meadows. For Brett Kavanaugh.
"The greatest want of the world is the want of men—men who will not be bought or sold; men who in their inmost souls are true and honest; men who do not fear to call sin by its right name; men whose conscience is as true to duty as the needle to the pole; men who will stand for the right though the heavens fall."
- Ellen G. White
AN UNUSUALLY GOOD PIECE from a columnist whose opinions I normally find wanting. Klobuchar's behavior is irrefutable evidence of poor character and questionable integrity. This is precisely the antithesis of what the country needs now. I say this as an extremely disappointed citizen who has heretofore respected her performance in the Senate, which has been generally exemplary. Unfortunately, it turns out that the price of that performance is way, WAY too high, particularly when there are so many other excellent, and it turns out, superior, alternatives. It's fine to be demanding, but if you can't treat people with dignity, you deserve public office of no kind. So thanks for stepping up, Amy. Next.
I was privileged to witness the sunset phenomenon known as alpenglow only twice during my time in Montana. This was the second time. It only lasts for a few minutes; this was shot from the rear parking lot of the firm where I worked.
A mid-winter day in Montana.
DONALD TRUMP DESTROYS everything he touches; directly, indirectly, by fiat, by implication. It is the supreme irony of a man who claims to build things. The latest victim of his carcinogenic malaise is the Covington Catholic High School, who saw fit to enable a nascent mob of young men with the express purpose of disrupting the Indigenous People’s March with ostensibly pro-life sentiments (and school chants!) Now, what abortion rights have to do with indigenous people on the political spectrum is an utter mystery, but clearly it’s a learning opportunity for a privileged all white-male school three states distant—far more important, it seems, than three days of ordinary classroom instruction that a nation full of less privileged students undertook. I’m all for field trips, of course, and it is certain that the students and the school itself learned a great deal, but I do not think this is what was intended, and the blame for the ugliness that ensued lies squarely at the feet of the “educators” who are responsible for this mess. It was a stupid idea, poorly executed, poorly supervised, and a recipe for trouble on its face.
This is great.
TONIGHT, DONALD TRUMP WILL LIE to the American People about a non-existent emergency at the southern border resulting from a very real humanitarian crisis that he personally created. He will lie about the situation, lie about the reasons, lie about the solutions, lie about their alleged efficacy, lie about the funding, and lie about his alleged support from government employees whom he has disenfranchised by illegally and unconstitutionally shutting down the government.
I HEARD SOMETHING the other day which genuinely horrified me, and I want to take a little time to try to spell out the implications as clearly as I can. It’s a bit subtle and wonky, but I think it will be worth the effort, so bear with me for a few minutes. First, I want to speak about nouns. I know, I know—nouns? Really? It’s OK, just get yourself a coffee and you’ll be fine.