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Back to the “Daily Grind”

(Yawn) What to do? What to do?

I’m retired (just over a year now), so in theory, every day is, in effect, an unpaid vacation day.

In practice, I usually get up just before my telecommuting wife so I can make her coffee. (That’s my job, coffee boy. The pay isn’t good, but the benefits are great.)  This isn’t even as onerous as it sounds: most of the folk she works with are on the West Coast (we’re in Denver), so she rarely has any meetings before 9, often after, and gets up accordingly.

(The flip side to this is that meetings that start at 4pm for the folk out there start at 5 here, and sometimes they schedule 5pm “only time we can squeeze it in” meetings that start at 6pm here. It’s still, net-net, a nice arrangement.)

We’re just coming off the holiday season. My wife took vacation from Christmas Eve through last week. Which was great for her, but kind of threw me. Yes, I could sleep to 10 or 11, which is my Natural State (I also tend to go to sleep around 1, so it’s not that overindulgent), and I had no problem if that’s how late she wanted to sleep.

On the other hand, it really felt like, as a Standard Operating Procedure for more than a weekend, it meant I was losing half the day. And, unlike some retired folk who bang around the house, desperately searching for something to fill their time or give their existence meaning, I have a lot of stuff, mostly fun, that keeps me busy for several hours a day.

So, in some ways, it was kind of a relief when the alarm rang.

My wife’s likely to retire either this year or next (the main thing that’s held her back is keeping my son on her excellent health insurance coverage, and he ages out of that this year).  How will it look when nothing aside from things we choose require us to get out of bed at any given hour? Will we set an alarm?  Will we sleep the morning away, or get up and do things?  What sort of hobbies and projects does she plan to occupy her time?  What could we do together?

Lots of questions. It will be interesting to see how the answers turn out.

Did you know the Kennedy Center was supposed to be a profit center for the US?

Losing money is “immoral”! Reports that we are losing money any more are wrong!

It’s true! Or at least that’s what the current head of the organization, Ric Grenell, is adamant about.

Grenell says that the Kennedy Center was losing money before, and That Is A Bad Thing. But now, despite plummeting ticket sales (but, Grenell assures us! lots of Big Donors donating bigly), the Trump-Kennedy Center is completely profitable, which is the important thing, because profit!

Surely that’s what was intended by Congress for the Kennedy Center. It’s right there in its Mission Statement, right?

As America’s performing arts center, and a living memorial to President John F. Kennedy, we are a leader for the arts across the United States and around the world, connecting the greatest living artists with audiences of every stripe, no matter their background. We welcome all Americans and creators and visitors from across the globe to discover, experience, learn about, be inspired by, and engage with the arts.

Oh, but there’s a Vision Statement where we will see that making money is the bestest vision there is, right?

We are the nation’s beacon for the performing arts, engaging artists and audiences around the world to share, inspire, and celebrate the cultural heritage by which a great society is defined and remembered.

Okay, then their Value statement surely shows how Value = Cash Value, right?

Excellence | Service | Inspiration | Collaboration | Curiosity | Discovery

Oh, look — three pillars, too! Surely —

The work of the Kennedy Center has been built upon three pillars:

  • Presenting, producing, and curating world-class art;
  • Offering powerful education to people of all ages, everywhere; and
  • Fulfilling our mandate as a living memorial to President John F. Kennedy.

(And, for at least the next three years, a living memorial to President Donald J. Trump, law suits notwithstanding.)

Surely nothing with Trump’s name on it can lose money!

I don’t imagine the Center’s Social Credo is any use here …

As the Nation’s Cultural Center, the Kennedy Center’s objective is to invite art into the lives of all Americans and ensure it represents the cultural diversity of America.

Oh, no! They used the D word! Oh, the shame!

Note: I fully expect all of this to get scrubbed into something more Patriotic and Populist and White and Profit-Seeking as soon as they figure out what the new URL is going to be (as far as I can see, the main change is to add “Trump” to the web page header). That said, I’m also shocked that this little bit hasn’t been redacted with a hatchet:

Across all that we do, the Kennedy Center strives to cultivate a culture of inclusiveness, in which our art and our audiences are as rich, diverse, and ever-changing as America itself.

But America can never change! America is the Greatest! Also, they used the I word and the D word! Though they included the word “rich” so that’s allowed.

Anyway, nowhere in any of that is terminology about “fiscal responsibility” or “breaking even” or “taking care of the budget deficit caused by all those irresponsible tax cuts.”

There is a “Fast Fact” about how the Center’s budget works:

The Kennedy Center’s operating budget is composed primarily of ticket revenue and private philanthropy. As a living memorial to President John F. Kennedy, the Kennedy Center receives an annual federal appropriation for capital repairs and maintenance of its facilities.

So all the blurring of budget lines between “Ew, nobody likes that music!” and “Look how bad the maintenance is!” makes no sense; the former is about ticket sales (if they were actually insufficient) and donors (which Grenell seems to think are now flocking to the Center), and the latter about Congress allocating sufficient funds to keep the place up.  That breakout is clear when you look at the FY26 budget request, which only deals with O&M costs.

Grennell spent his time in the PBS News Hour interview basically saying:

  • The multiple stories that ticket sales are down are not true. Or at least the specifics are not true; he didn’t specify.
  • There are Lots of Big Donors Donating Bigly.
  • PBS is biased and losing money itself, nyah!
  • Making money is the important thing here. Losing money is “immoral.”

Inspiring words, indeed. Clearly the US is on its way to being a leader in the creative arts, just as it is becoming a leader in civil liberties and making the world a safer, freer place.

The Mafioso Foreign Policy

“Nice country you got there. Shame if you forced us to kidnap your head of state.”

So, from what I can tell, the Trump Regime has now put all the nations in the entire Western Hemisphere on notice that, if they don’t play ball nicely with the US (bending their economic, domestic, and foreign policies to what profits US companies and curries the President’s favor), the US reserves the right to exercise a “law enforcement action” and take out their top leadership (we’ll figure out some charges beforehand, though).

And if their successors don’t play ball and move in the “certain direction” we want, regardless of whether they’re dictators or democratically elected or personally selected by the US, we’ll take them out, too.

Oh, and, Marco?  A “law enforcement operation” doesn’t usually involve leaving boots on the ground, and threatening the folks not arrested with something “still worse” if they don’t truckle to the police department’s demands, and, oh, also open up their natural resources to the police department’s preferred vendors, and, also when it results in civilian casualties people get suspended and investigations take place.

Oh, I see, this line’s not about being truthful, that’s about coming up with an excuse for not seeking Congressional approval.  All we’re doing is a “law enforcement operation,” not a war. Sure, Congress is supposed to be informed (if not approve) an actual war, but, well, even if carriers and jets and military personnel were all involved, it was only about arresting a Bad Guy (and his wife).

Of course, the Regime can pivot at an instant. If a plot of land we want to own / exploit / control doesn’t have a flourishing drug trade … no problem! We just invoke National Security as the catch-all phrase for The President can do what he wants, whenever he wants.

So now the heads of Cuba and Columbia and Mexico are also on notice that the choppers might be coming for them next.

Yeah. Invading Cuba has always ended well for the US.

People who were laughing about Trump trying to take over Greenland are not laughing now, since Trump has continued to bring up the subject

In an interview with The Atlantic magazine published Sunday, Mr. Trump reiterated his wish to take over Greenland.

“We do need Greenland, absolutely. We need it for defense,” he told the magazine.

… as has Rubio, and, naturally, even Steven Miller (or his wife) have dropped “hints” that the US is quite interested in taking over the place.

For “national security,” of course. For “defense.” Which he can always use as an excuse to act unilaterally, without any of what passes for Congressional oversight these days.

Also, lots of profitable minerals for Big Campaign Donors to extract. 🙄 The remarkable thing is that Trump isn’t even reticent about listing that as an opinion.

 

Diploma-tic Dispatches

“Now I am the Master.”

The son-unit received his formal MA diploma from the University of Iceland yesterday, wrapping up his graduate work in Viking & Medieval Norse Studies.  It’s kind of weird to think we won’t have a good excuse to visit Reykjavik (except maybe transferring through on Iceland Air) any more, but we’re both really proud of the work he put in on this, the knowledge he gained (and shared), and this journey he’s been on.

For the record, I am now (besides the cat) the least-educated (by degree) person in the house. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

Of course, the question (which we try not to bring up too much, not wanting to be those parents) is, what now. He is applying for museum work, some possible archaeological positions, and whatever else he can find in the field, focusing on local things here in Colorado but also a bit elsewhere in the States.  Meanwhile, he has some part-time work (and is looking to improve that), and, regardless, he has a roof here over his head for as long as he needs it.

“We are in the hands of an adolescent”

The US is at the mercy of an immature, asocial, egotistical, angry, ruthless being of terrifying power.

Charlie X

In the first-season Star Trek (TOS) episode “Charlie X,” the Enterprise takes onboard a castaway teenager, Charlie Evans (played with lovely creepiness by Robert Walker, Jr). Long story short, it turns out the disembodied-nigh-god inhabitants of the planet he’d been marooned on as an infant had given him nigh-god powers over reality to help him survive — powers that, in the hands of an unsocialized, hormone-ridden, stereotypical teenager makes him an existential menace.

And, as that is becoming clearer — that Charlie can and will, with the power of his mind, control the ship, make things and people disappear (or change them into iguanas, or steal their faces), break bones, compel people to speak or be silent — Spock says to Kirk the line in the title of this post.

The US is in a Charlie X moment.

We have an elected president who does pretty much whatever he wants. If he has the people willing to do it, it gets done. If they aren’t willing, he fires them until he gets some who are. Law?  He’s the president — law is something he uses as a weapon, not is hampered by as a restriction.

  • When you’re nigh-omnipotent, who can tell you no?

    Ego-driven monuments and building renamings? Sure.

  • Enrich himself, his companies, his family?  Naturally!
  • Lie, hyperbolize, exaggerate, without any apparent sense of shame, double down when corrected, and never, ever, admit you were incorrect? Sounds like a plan!
  • Militarize law and immigration enforcement? Sounds fun! Shit on international allies? Why not?
  • Throw decorum, tradition, civility, politeness, and norms out the window as irrelevant wussiness that keep him from doing whatever he wants to do?  Tradition and politeness are for wussies!
  • Roll back a century of social and legal advancement, and securing of civil rights, by anyone who’s not a white Christian man?  Hold my nuggets …
  • Look to fire anyone he doesn’t like, whether he has authority or not, and disassemble the civil service that was put in to keep government from operating on the spoils system?  Gilded Age, baby!
  • Engage in wide-spread wielding of the Justice Department, et al., as weapons of vengeance? Damn straight. 
  • Call for the imprisonment, banishment, or execution of his political enemies?  Naturally!
  • Pander to any conservative wish list that comes from a person or group who sufficiently kow-tows and/or donates? Outstanding! 

Declare anyone, or anywhere, he wants as “terrorists” or a “terrorist organization,” which he can then use his expansive “emergency” powers (granted to the President by successive generations of Congress) to outlaw, imprison, shoot, or bomb?

Who’s gonna stop me?

Ultimately, that’s Charlie X’s line — once he learns that he doesn’t have to follow the rules, that he doesn’t have to put up with Kirk’s advice, then orders. Who can stop him?

Who going to stop our nigh-omnipotent adolescent?

Not the Courts — not, ultimately, when he’s got a hand-picked Supreme Court majority that believes that the Executive gets to execute pretty much anything it wants, and that stare decisis is for suckers.

Not Congress — his GOP allies are either wildly enthused about how their ideological G-spots are being scratched, or else terrified of being primaried by his MAGA machine and its multi-billionaire backers. The only pushback from them has come where he’s bumped against their prerogatives, and even there it’s been hit or miss.

His Democratic opponents, meanwhile seem to feel that if they squawk nicely-worded protests and make pro forma (but always fragile) moves to provide a bit of publicity-worthy friction to his advance — well, that’s all they can be expected to do, amirite?

Did I mention Charlie doesn’t have good boundary awareness with women?

Trump’s often compared to a senile old man, and anyone who claims to not see his cognitive decline is, at the most charitable, simply not looking / wishfully thinking. But the comparison to an adolescent seems also compelling. An adolescent who has always lived a life of entitled privilege. An adolescent who has always bought or legally evaded any significant consequences to his actions, from stiffing contractors to fomenting mob violence. An adolescent raised by an abusive father to never apologize, never compromise, always go for the throat, that losers are anyone who doesn’t win everything, and losers should be curb-stomped to make sure they learn their lesson.  An adolescent raised in “the power of positive thinking” — that you can make your own reality, your own truth, if you stick by it, deny anything that denies it, double down on it when in trouble, and never, ever, admit you were wrong.

An adolescent who is now arguably the most powerful person on earth, surrounded by minions who eagerly do whatever he wants and who stroke his ego that anything he wants is the right thing to do, while also surrounded by ego-stroking villains who see his willfulness and willingness to do whatever he wants can be steered to their own ideological ends, leaving him to think it was all his own idea.

And then, today …

And today he announced that he’d (a) kidnapped the leader of a foreign nation, and his wife, to be shipped back to America for a “fair” trial (note the word “fair” was never actually used; “show” may be a better word), and (b) meanwhile, the US would be running the country, with “boots on the ground,” so as to (c) build a new, democratic, and American-allied country, because that always works and was never criticized or run against by the guy now doing it, and (d) by the way, it’s open season for American (with priority) oil companies to move in and take over the petroleum resources there.

As a bonus, our Sect’y of State was out there winning hearts and minds telling the leadership of Cuba that they might be next.

Don’t be me wrong — Maduro is a piece of work.  He’s a petty dictator who’s relished using American hostility as a way to leverage dictatorial power in his own country, and who’s arguably at best turned a blind eye to narcotics cartels shipping goods to a (ever-willing-to-consume) US. If he’d fallen over dead with a brain aneurism, I wouldn’t be mourning his passage.

This whole thing is quite different.

The US President, after saber-rattling and threats for quite a long time, decided to simply declare drug smugglers as an invading military force, and therefore subject to military force in return. Not surprisingly, the US Navy and Air Force and whomever else he wanted to show off  were pretty effective at blowing up (what he said, with no evidence given, how dare you question his integrity?) narcotics boats.  But not so effective that they couldn’t commit a few text book war crimes — denied, then angrily quasi-justified, then just handwaved off.

That got enough applause (or acquiescence) from the usual suspects to move on to declaring a shipping embargo on Venezuela. It wasn’t all that well-enforced, I’ve seen reported, but it did make for some big publicity moments, which was even more important to show Trump how big and powerful he was.

Charlie works his angry magic

But no immediate craven surrender by Maduro was forthcoming, and our adolescent is an impatient adolescent — and one that really gets off on compensating for something by the size of his military.  This is the guy who was jealous of all those military parades in other countries, so got one for his birthday. This is the guy who wants everyone to be cowed by his hand-designed battleships. This is the guy who’s happy to throw his “America First” isolationist campaign principles out the window  in order to, yes, potentially start a foreign war (It’s not foreign, its on a continent named after our country!) with boots on the ground (such big boots! shoot to kill!) to do some hopefully-favorable nation-building (after attacking the very of nation-building for the last decade or more) (but I can do it right!).

I mean, this comes across as someone sending Trump an article buttonholing Trump at a Mar-a-Lago party and waxing lyrical about how in the Gilded Golden Age* the US used to invade Latin American countries all the time, overthrowing governments to put in friendly puppets, and installing American companies to extract everything they could.
*Though not just in the 19th or early 20th Century, of course.

Of course, that’s why so many people in Latin America still think the US is an imperialistic power, driven by money and ego to attack them as it pleases. That’s why a lot of countries, no matter how much we have, at times, helped them, mistrust at best and hate at worst the US.  And Trump seems determined to prove them right — indeed, to double down by not only doing this, but making it clear he has the personal right to do it because he can.

When in doubt, change reality to suit yourself.

And for all the people warning about how this will drag the US’ reputation and any moral high ground it carries around the world down into the mud? He doesn’t care. Moral high grounds are for wimps. The US owns the Western Hemisphere, so it can do anything it wants there — just watch!  As for the rest of the world, they’re all shit-hole or doomed or ego-stroking countries, so who cares about them.  Letting Russia and China do what they will? As long as he looks good (put up another triumphal arch!), it sounds to Trump like a fabulous plan.

The follow-up with Cuba is meant to tell the entire world — from Cuba, to Greenland, to Iran, to the UK — that, if they don’t say nice things and give nice concessions, the nigh-omnipotent adolescent in charge of the US military machine might invade their place next.

Nice country you got here — shame if the Marines were to invade it.

Is that the might-makes-right, organized crime approach to foreign relations that we really want to represent as the norm for us, or for our enemies (who will be ever-growing in number?


Stray thoughts that my writing above might provoke (or that come to mind, since it’s been quite some time since I spoke broadly about Trump).

He was elected President

He sure was. None of that makes the above justified, or legally or morally defensible. People wanting a dictator doesn’t make having a dictator any more legal.

Yeah, but he’s better than Biden or Harris!

Even if so, see above.

He’s making America great again!

Only in a Hobbesian “nasty, brutish, and short” war of all-against-all sort of way. Which is not likely to end well for anyone, including America.

That said, I don’t think Trump cares about the long-term reality. He wants a strong/great America  because he wants to be the Dear Leader of a strong/great America. It’s about him, not us. Sure, he’d love it if people put in statues and monuments and triumphal arches to him for centuries to come — but he’s much more into them doing it now, while he’s around to bask in the adulation.

If it all goes to shit the moment he’s dead? I don’t think he gives a damn.

What about the US invasion of Panama?

Yes, one could argue that 1989 attack to arrest Noriega and end his dictatorship had the same justification (or, on the other hand, lack of it) as Trump’s actions in Venezuela. One could handwave about how Panama had formally declared war on the US, that American citizens (in the Canal Zone) were in danger, or that the Panamanian Defense Force had killed an American Marine, but that’s not much.

But even so … so? I’m not sure a 37-year-ago precedent — and not a particularly admirable one at that — means much.

It’s all just Trump Derangement Syndrome!

I’m old enough to remember when Democrats dismissed wild, weird conspiracy theories about Clinton(s), Obama, and Biden as “Derangement Syndromes,” which seemed quite credible, given the utter craziness about what was being said (e.g., Pizzagate, Operation: Jade Helm, etc.).

Trump, of course, is always happy to project what he and his are doing onto others — thus now everything is dismissed as “Trump Derangement Syndrome” (no matter what sort of criticism or concern it is).

Indeed, the TDS label is just what Trump likes, because he can just say it, rather than countering arguments being made against his actions and plans. It’s a lovely ad hominem — one of his favorite things.

If it’s worthwhile, I don’t think this invasion was a Wag-the-Dog to distract from the Epstein Files. Or from the economy. I might be convinced that he’s looking for a topic for that big triumphal arch he’s having built in Washington for the 250th of American Independence (irony is not Trump’s strong suit).

do think that the minor reason for all this is that Maduro didn’t bow down to him when he demanded it (adolescents want respect, earned or not), and the major reason is that he wants to be a War Leader and ride in a parade, and maybe make sure that it’s his name on that triumphal arch (adolescents love ego strokes).

Oh, he’s just joking about Subject X

This is commonly said by Trump’s enablers when he says something particularly grotesque, hurtful, threatening, or a bit cray-cray.

Never mind that some jokes just aren’t funny or appropriate, given his position. If I had my family over to your house and, on your way out, said, “Hope your granny doesn’t slip and break her hip and die a painful, lingering death,” would it become “okay” if the rest of my family (not me, of course) insisted it was just a joke, ha, ha, ha, he’s so high-spirited and outspoken …

For that matter, is there a single thing that Trump has joked about doing that, when he came to it, he didn’t actually do? Sometimes its to stroke his own ego, sometimes because its what he wanted, and/or sometimes because he knew it would outrage his impotent opposition. But way too many of those jokes have turned into a twisted, Joker-like reality.

Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon

At best, Trump is President for another three years. He’s hinted enough times that he wants a third term, of course.  Is he that to:

  • encourage folks to figure out a legal way to bypass the Constitution?
  • see how much popular support the idea draws (either as a way to make it happen or because of the ego stroking it provides)?
  • get off on making his opponents angry?
  • normalize the topic so that when he does it (emergency powers!) people won’t be shocked?

But even if he doesn’t make a grab at that brass ring (and if he does, do you think the other two branches, under his control, will really stop him, given their acquiescence and support to date?), he’s still around for three years (since we know, because he’s told us, he’s in Perfect Health, Much Better Than Has Every Been Seen Before).

Charlie was a bad loser

How much more damage will he do in three years?

How much more pollution and climate damage and opening up of wilderness to mineral extraction? How many more civil rights will he take from how many more people? How much will he Make America White Again?  How much damage will he do to our national reputation, or our national norms, or our national identity, or even the idea of us being a nation any more?

And that all assumes that we don’t get President Vance taking office in 2029.

Sitting back and trusting that things will snap back to “normal” in three years, if we just hold on … doesn’t seem like a smart idea. A lot of damage, pain, and death stands in the balance.

We’re in the hands of an adolescent. What are we going to do about it?

Charlie gets taken away (hopefully not returning four years later).

The Enterprise is only saved because the disembodied-nigh-gods realize their mistake and come to take Charlie away where he cannot hurt anyone, even if it means that he’ll be isolated from humanity for the rest of his life. In his case, it’s a tragic ending to the story.

In our case … I don’t think can’t count on that sort of divine intervention.


It’s annoying to think that I wrote a post with the same title — and about the same person — almost nine years ago.

The Beatings Will Continue Until Morale Improves

Pete Hegseth has made it clear that being a tin-pot performative military leader is his top priority

Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth yoinked top military leaders from around the world, at a cost of millions of dollars, for a short “pep talk” meeting at Quantico.

Trump, not wanting anyone to seem more important than he was, decided to come along so he could get a bunch of important people saluting him, because that’s like pure crack for a guy like him. We’ll circle back to him later.

But let’s look at Hegseth’s comments, as reported.  This is the guy who runs the Defense Department (yes, the Congressionally mandated name is Defense, not War, no matter how many “Hi, My Department Is …” stickers Hegseth slaps on his suit coat).

(None of which has prevented him from changing both the website from defense.gov to war.gov, or the banner atop the website to read Department of War, of course.  The Trump regime is always happy to skirt, or outright break, the law when it comes to pursuing its whims.)

The department’s mission is (still, officially):

To provide the military forces needed to deter war and protect the security of our country.

Which sounds pretty cool.  Deterring war is good. Providing security is good.

Hegseth (along with, one presumes, his boss) doesn’t think that’s good enough.  His rhetoric is nothing about protection, and even “security” tends to get short shrift. His person mission statements are full of words like “kill” and “violence” and “lethality”.

On the one hand, sure, being willing and able to kill, through violent and lethal means, is always a part of what the military does and should be able to do.  But it’s the essence of the language here that feels important. It’s trying to be bad-ass. It’s trying to be macho. It’s trying to be, not the calm, assured, even friendly guy at the bar that you can tell you don’t want to mess with, or even the quiet one who exudes a sense of danger, but the loud, blustery, loud, yelling, bullying one who challenges anyone who looks at him cross-eyed and loves to shove folks around.

Sort of like Trump’s governing style, and just as buffoon-like.

Anyway, back to Hegseth’s How to Alienate Friends and Intimidate People seminar.

 

Let’s start from the top.

“We became ‘the woke department’,” Hegseth said in an address that seemed to designed to be as incendiary as possible. “Not any more. We’re done with that shit.”

For some folk, such as Trump, “woke” feels like a generic insult, a bit of political speech to target opponents with. Sure, it comes backed with more than a whiff of remembering the good ol’ days when it was okay to discriminate against women, Blacks, the disabled, people from other countries or religions, etc. without getting into trouble. But a lot of it feels like just trying to find a convenient label to hang onto the other side, like “tax and spend liberal” or “jacobite” were in the past.

Not Hegseth. He clearly projects a visceral loathing for what he terms to be “woke.” For him, that seems to mean any policy or philosophy that detracts from turning every member of the armed forces into a Robocop-like killing machine. He not only sees no value in diversity, he thinks it is a menace because it disrupts regimentation and makes his toy soldiers all look different. He can’t imagine a woman or a Black man or a Sikh being as good a violent, lethal, killer as he wants them to be, because his focus (as we will see) is as much on how they look as how they act.

Toy soldiers should all look and act the same.

Nor is diversity in thought to be encouraged; indeed, it’s to be stamped out. There is room for only the chain of command, with Pete up at the top (well, under Donald), and everyone below in lock-step obedience to orders.  Concerns, dissent, differing opinions, counter-suggestions: all are a sign of weakness.  Only obedience is of value.

“For too long, we’ve promoted too many uniform leaders for the wrong reasons – based on their race, based on gender quotas, based on historic so-called firsts,” said Hegseth, who fired Gen CQ Brown, an African American, as chair of the joint chiefs of staff in February, and has dispensed with the services of several high-ranking female personnel.

The shibboleth of quotas-mean-hiring-inferior-people is firmly fixed in Hegseth’s head. Having been in corporate America my entire career, and for a long patch as a hiring manager, I can confidently assert that diversity goals and encouragement in the hiring process was not about “Hire some women, no matter whether they are qualified,” but more “Why are all your applicants / hirees white guys — are you looking in an array of places, and are you discriminating in your processes?”

Hegseth says he wants promotions among “uniform leaders” to ignore race, gender, or any other factor than the factors he thinks are important. The thought that there might be value in having someone who doesn’t fit the traditional mold (white guys!) never enters his mind. Nor does he value any inspirational value such promotions might provide to others.

Nope. Anyone who doesn’t fit into the nice ranks of identical toy soldiers is clearly a “quota hire.”

Hegseth boasted of “remov[ing] the social justice, politically correct and toxic ideological garbage that had infected our department”.

He added: “No more identity months, DEI offices, dudes in dresses. No more climate change worship, no more division, distraction or gender delusions, no more debris.”

Not surprisingly, “climate change” is dismissed as garbage. So much for deterrence of war or protection of national security in the face of the economic and population disruptions already occurring due to climate change. I have no idea whether Hegseth actually knows anything about climate change, only that it’s part of “politically correct and toxic ideological garbage” that has “infected” the DoD.

Purity — that’s what’s important. No “garbage.” No “toxicity” (hold that thought). No “delusions.” No “debris.” Everything clean and tidy and orderly and fitting some mythic Pattonesque vision of conformity and unity, with the sole focus on killing the other guy better and faster and more thoroughly.

Also not surprisingly, Hegeseth considers gender issues a “delusion” (to be dismissed with the oh-so-un-macho disdain for “dudes in dresses”).  Nor is any “identity” of value to him other than identity as “lean, mean, killing machines.”

“Fat troops are tiring to look at,” Hegseth said, as he ordered commanders to crack down on a lack of physical fitness. “It’s tiring to look out at combat formations, or really any formation, and see fat troops.”

There’s this ongoing weird note of personal disgust for things that take away from what Hegseth considers the real mission of the DoD.  “Fat” troops are “tiring.” Not “sub-optimal” or “concerning” or “not the best that we can be,” but an insulting “tiring.”

Hegseth is apparently a big believer in sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, though:

Commanders were not excepted from Hegseth’s purge on the overweight. He lamented having to see “fat generals and admirals in the halls of the Pentagon, and leading commands around the country and the world”.

On the one hand, this seems fair, right?  If we don’t want “fat” troops, then leading by example is important. Never mind that other “leading by example” considerations are disdained by Hegseth as quote hires and the like.  The war on fat soldiers is mission-critical.

But once you get beyond seeing “fat” generals as (one presumes) “tiring,” so what?  Unless you expect those generals to be out there digging trenches and charging the enemy and needing to do 250 pull-ups for some mission, what’s the value here?  Performative slimming?

And what about the Commander-in-Chief? Is it “tiring” seeing his weight issues?  Since I don’t expect Trump to lead the charge up San Juan Hill, I don’t see that as an issue.  But I don’t expect that of anyone of general or admiral rank, or even much below.

I don’t have a problem per se with a lean, fit military (even if a lot of military jobs have little to do with actual combat). But forcing a lean, fit military because someone finds it “tiring” to see overweight soldiers seems a bit weird.  It feels more like pushing for how folk look than how they are called to act.

It also raises concerns about what standards are necessary, and what standards are used as weapons.

“Would you want [your child] serving with fat or unfit or undertrained troops? Or alongside people who can’t make basic standards? Or in a unit where standards were lowered so certain types of troops could make it in? In a unit where leaders were promoted for reasons other than merit, performance and war-fighting? The answer’s not just no, it’s hell no.”

Ah. We pivot from “fat” being a problem to “basic standards” being lowered and promotions being given for folk who are unworthy — worthiness being defined by meeting those basic standards.

Which means those standards can be weaponized. Don’t like women in combat — or in the military at all?  Keep raising physical standards — regardless of what they need to be — so that you can exclude most women (to the degree that women’s average upper body strength, what is usually being tested, tends to be lower than men’s average upper body strength).  Then when you have a much smaller number of women in the military, you can complain about how it’s operationally disruptive to meet all their different needs, and so you have no choice but to exclude them from combat roles, or (since everyone is now no longer allowed to be “fat,” which means that everyone is expected to be able to be in combat), maybe all roles whatsoever.

The first question is not whether a given person can meet a particular standard.  The first question is, what does the standard actually need to be?

The same is true for that statement about promotions being given out for “reasons other than merit, performance and war-fighting.”  What are the standards for meriting a promotion?  What performance standards and areas are you talking about? What constitutes promotion standards for war-fighting? And are you crafting those standards towards the mission? Or to other, exclusionary ends, to create a military that looks like some ideal you’re carrying around in your head?

“No more beards, long hair, superficial individual expression,” the clean-shaven war secretary declared. “We’re going to cut our hair, shave our beards and adhere to standards.”

“We don’t have a military full of Nordic pagans, but unfortunately, we have had leaders who either refuse to call BS and enforce standards or leaders who felt like they were not allowed to enforce standards.

“The era of unprofessional appearance is over,” he declared. “No more beardos.”

To hear Hegseth talk, you’d think that grooming standards have been non-existent, that there’s been some outbreak of soldiery with long beards, pony-tails, and dirty fingernails. Certainly it sounds like our national security is being threatened by (to use Hegseth’s disdainful terms) “superficial individual expression” and “unprofessional appearance” and “beardos.”

This is where we get into that tin-pot general marching around toy soldiers concept again. Because Hegseth has made it clear that not adhering to even more strict grooming standards is somehow damaging to our “war-fighting” ability.

How?

I mean, I haven’t heard anyone saying, “well, if you have a beard, then the beard hairs can get caught in your M250 machine gun and jam it.” Or “If your hair extends over your ears then you can’t properly wear headphones while piloting your chopper” or anything like that.

Nope. It just looks “unprofessional,” all for the sake of “superficial individual expression.” Because individual expression is a menace, even if we dismiss it as “superficial.” It somehow violates the “warrior ethos” (whatever that is), harms discipline, and reduces the ability to effectively war-fight.

Somehow.

The military is always leaning on uniformity (heck, they wear uniforms), but it’s also something that rightfully gets poked fun at when taken to extremes. While having soldiers out in the field wearing jeans and personal t-shirts has some clear problems, having a bit longer hair, or a beard, or some other “superficial individual expression” does nothing to affect the ability to point a gun and shoot it. Nor does it arguably make soldiers less likely to obey orders or have each others’ backs, or love their country.

But it does make the troops look somehow sloppy, and, if your focus is on the optics of being ultra-lethal, ultra-violent, ultra-war-fightable, then utter uniformity is a great way to impress people while on parade.  The Soviets knew that. The Germans knew that. Every army that puts on a big parade for their leaders knows that.

If your focus is on the optics.

It’s also useful if you have an ideal as to what a soldier should look like. The problem being, that’s a great way to incorporate personal, idiosyncratic standards.  Soldiers should be this tall. Their hair should be this long. Their cheeks should be this smooth.  And maybe their skin should be this color. And their external plumbing should be this configuration.

I mean, hair length standards are arbitrary, based on personal taste or prejudice.  Why not other prejudices?

Especially when demanding clean-cut faces has its greatest impact on Black male soldiers who are more likely (60% of the population) than white ones to suffer from PFBwhich causes painful ingrown hairs when going clean-shaven. Military policy has been to allow medical waivers to allow neat but present beards where needed. New military policy, disdainfully articulated by Hegseth at this meeting, is to kick people out of the military if they need such waivers for over a year. Sure, that means its more likely you’re kicking out Black soldiers than white soldiers, and for something that has no connection to merit, performance, or war-fighting … but does have something with what kind of faces you want to see in the ranks.

Besides, worrying about whether a policy affects Blacks more than whites is “woke,” amirite?

The first of Hegseth’s 10 Department of War directives seemed to make it explicit that he viewed the military as a man’s world. “[E]ach service will ensure that every requirement for every combat [member of service] for every designated combat arms position returns to the highest male standard only,” he said.

Not “the” or “a single” standard. The “male” standard. No discussion of whether that standard is proper or at the needed level. The important part is the “male” standard.

But this is not meant to exclude women. Kind of, anyway:

“This is not about preventing women from serving,” he said “We very much value the impact of female troops. Our female officers and NCOs are the absolute best in the world. But when it comes to any job that requires physical power to perform in combat, those physical standards must be high and gender-neutral.

“If women can make it, excellent. If not, it is what it is. If that means no women qualify for some combat jobs, so be it. That is not the intent, but it could be the result, so be it … We’re not playing games. This is combat. This is life or death.”

And if you set the bar high enough, you can get rid of all the slimy girls and avoid the girl cooties and make your toy soldiers look even more uniform.  Win-win!

All of this, never minding, that Black and female enlistments to the military have been growing in proportion to white male enlistments.  Or that the military has been having problems recruiting as many people as they want in the first place.  Let’s come up with policies that we know will impact those populations (but not actually improve war-fighting capacity) so that they leave or are kicked out. That’s the ticket.

Calvin & Hobbes - sex discrimination

But, again, we shouldn’t worry about that, because worrying about how a policy (meaningful or not) impacts women vs. men is “woke,” and we shan’t have any of that around here.

“Leading war fighters toward the goals of high, gender-neutral and uncompromising standards in order to forge a cohesive, formidable and lethal Department of War is not toxic,” he said, complaining that words like “bullying”, “hazing” and “toxic” had been “weaponised and bastardised” and had had the effect of undermining commanders’ authority.

“That’s why today at my direction, we’re undertaking a full review of the department’s definitions of so-called toxic leadership, bullying, and hazing to empower leaders to enforce standards without fear of retribution or second-guessing.”

I.e., officers and NCOs are tired of being punished for making sexist remarks about female “war-fighters,” or allowing or engaging in abuse of recruits and active serving military in order to “toughen them up,” so we’re going to stop doing that.

I’m sure that will improve recruitment, too.

But that’s part of this whole idea of being macho as the attitude necessary for having the best “war-fighters.” Yelling, bullying, hazing, being toxic — that’s what the current civilian leadership is, pretending to be alpha male bundles of testosterone, so that’s what military leadership should be even more. After all, everyone loves the scenes where Drill Instructors yell at recruits and make them do degrading tasks because that’s the only way to break them (“spare the rod and spoil the child”).  If we can’t break them, then how can we send them into US cities to break up protest marches? How can we look at the camera and menacingly tell our “enemies” (whoever they are today) “FOFA” in a manner that elicits more laughter than fear.

“The sooner we have the right people, the sooner we can advance the right policies. But if the words I’m speaking today are making your heart sink, then you should do the honorable thing and resign,” he said. “We will thank you for your service.”

Which sounds more like the talk you give to employees after a hostile takeover, not what you say to all of your top general officers across your military.  Dissent is dishonorable, apparently.  But “respect” is also a word foreign to the Trump regime.

So, welcome to your new military, when crafting toy soldiers who look good takes priority over effective leadership (unless it’s leadership that is effecting the new policies); where diversity is a dirty word and policies that discriminate are ignored because of standards designed to discriminate; and where anyone who doesn’t like it is dishonorable, woke, or otherwise unfit.

Good luck, Pete, with providing the military forces needed to deter war and protect the security of our country. But I’m sure they’ll look good parading in front of reviewing stands for the President.

UPDATE: I said I would circle back to Trump’s performance there, what it was of it.  After a slow ramble (tiring!) to the stage, he gave a slow, rambling address as well, complaining about ugly ships in the US Navy (and how “we should maybe start thinking about battleships”). He complained about Joe Biden and auto-pens. He complained about not getting a Nobel Peace Prize (yet).

But, good news, of course: he also mentioned how US cities would make great “training ground” for troops, because we are “under invasion from within.”

He encouraged the audience of all the top brass to applaud him and cheer at what he was saying (they didn’t, because that’s the tradition; the military shouldn’t be cheering for or booing against the civilian leadership).

It was truly inspiring.

The Charlie Kirk halo effect continues to expand

The government is threatening media outlets that criticize them. Those outlets are bending knee to those threats.

First people who said positive, celebratory things about Charlie Kirk’s death were targeted by the Right.

Then people who noted that Charlie Kirk shouldn’t have been killed, because killing is wrong, but that, besides that, he was an asshole who said terrible things, were targeted.

Now people who note that Charlie Kirk shouldn’t have been killed, but that the MAGA Right was exploiting his death to (without basis) villify the Left as being responsible for it, were targeted.

And, in all cases, it was just described as retaliation for “comments about the killing of Charlie Kirk.”

What sort of awful things did Kimmel say about Charlie Kirk, reprehensibly celebrating his killing as a good thing?

None. He didn’t do that. He didn’t say anything positive about the killing (he called it murder), and he didn’t even say anything negative about Kirk.

Here is (for the moment) the video of Kimmel’s monologue that landed him in hot water:

He critiqued the MAGA Right about how they were handling the killing  (2:03):

We hit some new lows over the weekend with the MAGA gang desperately trying to characterize this kid who murdered Charlie Kirk as anything other than one of them and put everything they can to score political points from it.

He critiqued Trump on making a bizarro pivot (on actual news video) from how he was holding up in his grief about Charlie Kirk’s death, to bragging about construction on his Big, Beautiful Ballroom (2:26):

I think very good, and by the way you can see over there all the trucks, they just started construction of the new ballroom for the White House which is something they’ve been trying to get for 150 years and it’s gonna be a beauty.

Much of the rest of the monologue was poking fun at Trump about a number of other things, which is doubtless why Trump regularly insists on sharing with us his belief that Jimmy Kimmel is not at all funny, even though the ratings say, yeah, he’s pretty funny.

But none of it was celebrating Charlie Kirk’s death, suggesting he brought on his death, or even saying anything mean about Charlie Kirk.

But that halo effect keeps getting bigger, and Disney/ABC heard Trump’s head of the FCC, self-proclaimed “First Amendment warrior” Brendan Carr, suggest that ABC’s broadcast license might be yanked over this, or the licenses of ABC affiliates, unless they pulled Kimmel off the air …

I mean, look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. These companies can find ways to change conduct to take action on Kimmel or there’s going to be additional work for the FCC ahead.

and

There’s action we can take on licensed broadcasters. And, frankly, it’s really sort of past time that a lot of these licensed broadcasters themselves push back on Comcast or Disney and say, listen, we are going to preempt, we’re not going to run Kimmel any more until you straighten this out because we licensed broadcasters are running the possibility of fines or license revocation from the FCC if we continue to run content that ends up being a pattern of news distortion.

… and so the biggest affiliates (Sinclair and Nexstar) leaned on Disney/ABC, and Disney/ABC pulled Kimmel off the air.

They didn’t pull him off the air for supporting political violence. They didn’t pull him off the air because he was saying things not supported by the First Amendment.

They pulled him off the air because the US Government threatened them with financial losses if they didn’t. And because, frankly, Nextstar and Sinclair are pretty conservative organizations (remember how Sinclair used to dictate “news” items to its affiliates to read on-air?) who have been eagerly sucking up to Trump, and so this gave them a semi-legit way to leverage Trump’s favor. Even if, based on SCOTUS rulings even within the last year, it’s clear that such an action by the FCC could not stand up, it was easier for Disney/ABC to bow down.

Which will make the next time that much easier, too.

You know, I’m old enough to remember how Americans — especially conservative, Republican Americans — used to deride the Soviet dictatorships for being so sensitive to comedians making fun of their government and leaders. “We have freedom!” they would say. “They have insecure tyranny!”

The derision is on the other foot now.

UPDATE: Carr now says that this was all so terrible of Kimmel because he “appeared to mislead the public” about the background of the Charlie Kirk murderer.

  1. That’s still protected speech.
  2. Kimmel’s comments were plausibly true.
  3. Even if they weren’t, Jimmy Kimmel is a comedian and commentator, not a news reporter.
  4. Charlie Kirk spewed falsehoods and misleading hate speech on a daily basis, and nobody on the Right ever suggested his speech should be suppressed.
  5. Threatening the power of the FCC to yoink broadcast licenses because someone being broadcast by them says something even “misleading” as a political comment — is regulation of political speech, censorship, and a crystal clear violation of the First Amendment.

RIP, Robert Redford

A Hollywood star

I mean, everyone knew Robert Redford, and Robert Redford movies.  I mean, everyone. Even me. I am so not-into the Hollywood motion picture thing, as a whole, that usually the number of Oscar Best Picture nominations I’ve seen can be counted on the thumbs of one foot.

And even I’ve heard of Robert Redford.

In fact, the crazy thing about Robert Redford, for me, is that every time I’ve turned around since his passing was announced, I’ve been reminded of yet another film — oh, yeah, that had Robert Redford in it, too!

An amazing CV, that man.

The Rolling Stone article linked there tosses in 20 significant / “essential” movies from his corpus, and, no surprise, I’ve seen a few (**), I’ve heard of more (*), and I’ve never heard of a surprising number.

The Chase (1966)
Barefoot in the Park (1968)*
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)**
Downhill Racer (1969)
The Candidate (1972)*
The Hot Rock (1972)
Jeremiah Johnson (1972)*
The Sting (1973)**
The Way We Were (1973)*
The Great Gatsby (1974)**
Three Days of the Condor (1975)*
All the President’s Men (1976)**
The Electric Horseman (1979)**
The Natural (1984)*
Out of Africa (1985)**
Legal Eagles (1986)*
Indecent Proposal (1993)*
The Horse Whisperer (1998*
All Is Lost (2013)
The Old Man and the Gun (2018)

Sting Robert RedfordOne of those, The Sting, is on my Ten Movies on a Desert Island (with Electricity and a Blu-Ray Player) list.  It was near the end of Redford’s “boyish” phase — his Johnny Hookier is still getting by on that big smile and fake golly, ma’am charm — but he plays an integral role in the amazing ensemble cast.

It’s the opposite story with Butch Cassidy — the film itself feels too iconoclastically 60s/70s, defying or poking fun at all the cowboy film tropes a bit too hard.  It succeeds because Redford and Newman (and Ross) are such charming characters.

Out of Africa Robert Redford 2It’s worth noting that Out of Africa was the first movie I ever bought on video-tape (VHS, for the record), back in the days before I realized I shouldn’t buy sweeping, moving dramas, no matter how sweeping and moving they were, because I was unlikely ever to rewatch them.

Handsome. Charming. Boyish. Tousled. Magnetic. Casual. Impish. Gravitas.  All those words keep getting tossed around about Redford, and the fact is, they can all be legitimately tagged on him. Remarkable.

I could comment more on a number of others form that RS list, but I’d like to put in my own word on a couple of Redford appearances that I know him from. And, yes, they lean on the geeky side:

Twilight Zone Nothing in the Dark Robert Redford Gladys CooperThe Twilight Zone, 03×13 “Nothing in the Dark” (1962) — And, yes, this is TV, not movies, but it still tracks.  Redford plays a minor but essential role here as a beat cop whose shooting and mortal injuries are the only thing that can stir an agoraphobic old lady (oldies film star Gladys Cooper), who’s terrified that her apartment building home is being torn down, to reach out of her shell and reclaim her humanity.  It’s a George Clayton Johnson TZ, so plenty of maudlin feel-good in there, but it’s also deeply moving, and Redford plays his part to a tee.

He also looks so damned young, which is part of the point.

Captain America Winter Soldier Alexander Pierce Robert RedfordCaptain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) — Dismissed as a “cameo” by Rolling Stone, Redford’s Alexander Pierce calls on all his charm and gravitas to play the charismatic “World Council” coordinator and (spoilers) covert Hydra agent who’s spearheading the paranoid plot that Cap et al. have to thwart.

I mean, it’s not Citizen Kane, but in Redford’s hands the role and heel turn is far more central and interesting than it would have been in a more generic actor’s hands.

Sneakers Robert Redford Mary McDonnellSneakers (1992) — Another desert island list nominee, Sneakers is a dramedy caper flick, starring a Robert Redford who’s supposed to be looking his age playing Martin Bishop, head of a ragtag private security firm that’s hired to do “sneaks” into corporations to test their physical and (ooh!) computer security. Redford gets to work his light comedy chops here, while also taking on the serious part of a man realizing he’s frittered much of his life away, never having gotten past (emotionally or legally) his college prankster past, which is now seriously catching up with him. It’s a great ensemble cast again, with Redford at the heart of it, and I’ve watched it more times than I can count.

Anyway, that was a lot more time than I thought I’d spend thinking about Redford’s passing

Thank you, sir, for many hours, past and future, of entertainment. You were a star.

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It makes a fella proud to be a soldier!

Do grooming standards REALLY “underpin the warrior ethos”?

Defensive Secretary Pete Hegseth seems to have an obsession about stamping his toy soldiers out of identical molds.  Now, if you listen to him, he seems to be all about combat preparedness and making optimal warfighters and other such Defense Department things.  But when you look at him actions, they all seem to be about making sure that all the good troops fit some idealized appearance, regardless of what it means to discipline, morale, or “warfighting” ability.

The current diktats concern facial hair, with orders Coming From The Top that no soldier can have unshaven facial hair (which seems mostly directed toward beards, though presumably mustaches would also apply).

I am passingly familiar with military history, and I’m pretty sure that no battle was ever won (or lost) due to the presence or absence of beards. This is solely an aesthetic judgment and an ability to impose meaningless discipline on the troops.  Which is a big thing in some quarters of the military, but isn’t exactly what you would think a Defense Secretary would be obsessing over.

The newest twist is a bit more disturbing.  There are people with sensitive skin conditions, pseudofolliculitis barbae, or PFB.  Shaving can cause ingrown hairs, and subsequent irritation.  For decades, the military has cut soldiers with such a condition some slack.  Not Pete Hegseth, who explained it this way:

The Department must remain vigilant in maintaining the grooming standards which underpin the warrior ethos.

Really?  The “warrior ethos” (which, I guess, is a thing we actually want) is underpinned by grooming standards?

Rather than accepting that folk with PFB cannot stay clean-shaven, Hegseth has decreed that any medical exemption can only last for a year, after which the service member will be kicked out.  For not being able to shave without .

More importantly, PFB impacts Black men in much higher numbers — about 45-80% of them.  By definition, this kind of policy will kick more Black men out of the service than White or other racial groups.

It’s a policy that impacts, that discriminates against, Black soldiers, plain and simple.

But, hey, we are assured by Hegseth and his boss, Donald Trump, that we don’t pay attention to racial distinctions any more (except for ICE profiling purposes) because that’s “divisive.”  Which sounds good, except that it means that policies that do discriminate can be dismissed as, “Well, certainly it’s not about the discrimination because we don’t pay any attention to race.”

It seems kind of nuts to discharge qualified people — folks who have gone through not-inexpensive training, and who have clearly shown the desire to serve the nation — just because a medical condition requires they don’t go clean-shaven. I mean, unless your top priority is being able to put on some sort of weirdly uniform Military Parade — you know, the sort of thing that Americans used to poke fun at — then it might make some weird sense.

Moscow Victory Day Parade
Moscow Victory Parade, back in the good ol’ Soviet days

But, then, if you were really looking for uniformity … well, surely standardized skin tone would be a big part of that, would it not? But, I’m sure, that such a thing would never be what is being consciously driven at, since the Trump Administration is all about not paying any attention to something divisive like “race.”

Nevertheless, it is still a policy that discriminates against Black men for no reason other than that someone thinks that you can’t have a “warrior ethos” if you don’t have everyone shaving the same way.

Which seems a pretty stupid way to run a Defense Department, let alone a War Department.

 

 

And YOU get a defamation suit, and YOU get a defamation suit …

Trump is, once again, out to silence critics by suing them for massive damages.

Trump has expanded one front (“the guy with the most money always wins”) of his multi-front war on non-kowtowing media by suing the New York Times for (cue Dr. Evil) $15, accusing them of defaming him.

 

What horrible, scurrilous, utterly unfounded, brazenly lying, callously malicious thing did the NYT say?

  • They said he built his fortune and rep, in part, through fraud.
  • They printed an interview with retired U.S. Marine Corps Gen. John F. Kelly, his former chief-of-staff, who warned Trump met the definition of fascist.
  • They credited producer Mark Burnett, not Trump, for the success of The Apprentice.

I suspect it’s that last one that stings Donald most.

The suit is a huge laugh, and is almost a dictionary definition of a SLAPP (Strategic Lawsuit Against Public Participation), designed to quell criticism by suing the snot out of anyone who criticizes. In such a suit, the smaller, less-well-funded party (the defendant) has to bankrupt themselves trying to defend the case, or else nearly bankrupt themselves settling and then publicly taking back everything the accuser didn’t like. It’s commonly used by big businesses to silence locals who speak out against their operations or projects.  Trump has turned it into a personal weapon against those he doesn’t like.

In this case, though the NYT is a huge corporation, the Dear Leader’s deep pockets seem similarly limitless, especially since any number of wealthy backers (or, worse, already-impoverished-but-fanatical MAGA folk) will be happy to help pay into a Donald Trump Legal Defense Fund.

Indeed, the “smart” thing for the Times to do would be to settle, as so many other targets of Trump’s private and public judicial threats have done. We know how vindictive he can be to anyone who fails to show the level of respect he demands. He will gleefully pursue this suit to the bitter end — and beyond.

On the other hand, maybe the Democratic Party can sue Trump for defamation, based on the assertion in the filing that “Today, the Times is a full-throated mouthpiece of the Democrat Party.”  I know a lot of Democrats who instead consider the NYT a namby-pamby centrist rag, so eager to seem impartial and above the fray that they both-sides the most ridiculous things. Not even the Dems are inept enough to run a propaganda operation that way, and implying they are is, thus, defamation.

Or maybe I can sue Trump for defamation. After all, he regularly posts things like this:

[blah blah blah mindless drivel blah blah] your Favorite President (ME!)

I find it deeply offensive that someone would accuse me of holding Trump (HIM!) as my Favorite President. Indeed, I believe this clearly and maliciously defames my intelligence, sanity, morality, taste, and patriotism.

I’m pretty sure I have a case. All I’m lacking is a herd of lickspittle attorneys and the implicit power of the US Government.

Charlie Kirk should be forgotten, not lionized

Killing people is bad. “Nil nisi bonum” is also bad.

Charlie Kirk should not have been killed because killing humans is, as a rule, wrong and evil. There are arguable exceptions for that — self-defense against an immediately dangerous threat being the most accepted — but even then, killing should be taken seriously and not celebrated.

But that doesn’t mean he deserves (more than any other murder victim) a moment of prayer on the US House floor, or to have the US VP escort his body home on Air Force 2, or to be given Presidential Medals. Charlie Kirk was sorry, maliciouis, bellicose excuse for a human, and his message of grievance, contempt, and hatred will not be missed (if only because others will continue to shriek it).

Kirk hated — and would gleefully have seen unequalized, ghettoized, jailed, committed, or killed — racial and ethnic minorities, Jews and other non-Christians, LGBTQ folk, and more. His speech was hate speech, plain and simple, full of wishes for violence and oppression of those he loathed. Ironically, the use of violence to silence his opponents would be right on brand for him (another indicator of why it’s wrong).

Charlie Kirk should not have been killed, but he should, in any rational, civilized, and sane society have been ostracized. He deserves to sink into the silent cess pit of forgotten demagogues.

 

Movie Review: “Fantastic Four: First Steps” (2025)

This has been an amazing month for super-hero movies

(NO SPOILERS)

4.2 Acting
5.0 Production
4.5 Story
 4.5 OVERALL with a ♥

Fantastic Four: First Steps is just about everything I could have hoped for from an FF movie. I am an admitted soft touch for super-hero flicks, but this is one of the first such films in a long time (if we exclude the equally-but-differently excellent “Superman”) where my arguments don’t have a lot of, “Yeah, that part was weak, but it was more than made up for by this part that I thought was spiffy.”

Story

Gotta start here first, because this movie excels in setting up the retro-future 60s comic book world of Earth 826 (which number has special meaning), and then keeps the plot running strong, fast, and in a reasonable (within comic book logic) direction.

The setup is almost too much — too much fun and love with a world where the Jetsons was just a preview and the FF have been the world’s only super-heroes (and diplomats, and genius scientists, and space-faring celebrities, etc.) for four years. I wouldn’t cut out a minute of that, but it felt just on the edge of over-indulgent.

But it’s all (mostly) for setting up how things are going to work, what the logical premises of this world are.

When a run time for FF:FS was announced, it was one of the longest Marvel movies to date, but when the final run time was given, it turned out to be one of the shortest (at 1:55). I will be curious to learn what got cut to make it that, but, as someone who almost always wants more, I felt like this movie was just the right length. Bravo that.

It’s also worth noting that, save for an end-credits scene (there’s only one, mid-credits), this movie is completely separate from the MCU. And that works, too, especially knowing that, sooner or later, there will be a significant cross-over.

That brings up a a side question of tone. My family pointed out their major critique of the MCU for some years has been too much throwing around of one action scene after another, many of them doing less to advance the plot than to satisfy some suit’s need for MOAR ACTION. FF:FS has action scenes, sure, but it also has a lot of talky scenes, and emotional scenes, and fun scenes, and more talky scenes. The movie, ultimately is less about the action, or even the BBEG threat, but about this family and the things they do together (which do include action against the BBEG, but aren’t limited to that).

It will be interesting to see how those somewhat opposing creative currents ultimately mix.

Acting

Being a movie about people and relationships, the quality of the actors (and the writing and directing done for them) becomes more important. And, frankly, the acting here is a good tick above competent, and the writing and direction support that. This could have easily turned into “The Reed & Sue Show,” or gotten side-tracked on one character’s problems, but everyone gets multiple moments to shine (and do so).

Vanessa Kirby plays a passionate and powerful Sue Storm. Pedro Pascal’s Reed Richards is intellectually brilliant and emotionally troubled. Joseph Quinn gives us a irrepressible (but not annoyingly so) Johnny Storm. And Ebon Moss-Bachrach, even working through a CG character on-screen, plays a compassionate and sympathetic Ben Grimm.

And I use the characters’ names deliberately here, as the movie rarely refers to any of the Four by their “super-hero” names (only Reed’s “Mr. Fantastic” gets a prominent call-out). That further helps ground the movie, making it about people, not about masked monikers.

It’s also worth a note, both story and acting-wise, that while everything isn’t sweetness and light and familial love for the entire film, the movie never takes a serious dip into what could be very dark aspects for all these creatures. There’s plenty of emotion, but little trauma / body-horror / emotional fracturing plot elements that have popped up in the FF comics over the decades, and that’s quite appropriate for this film. This is a film about light in the face of darkness, not the darkness itself.

Most of the other actors involved have substantially more bit parts, with the exception of Julia Garner’s Shalla-Bal who, between run time and silvery CGI, still can’t give us more than the bare bones of her character. But everyone (including some lovely cameos) does a fine job supporting our core cast. As they should.

Production

In terms of setting, the movie is beautiful, and evocative of Kirbyesque mid-60s weirdness, googie architecture gone wild, and a world that (super-villains aside) it would be a blast to live in. All this is rendered lovingly, with a ton of practical effects blurring seamlessly with the CG. The movie just looks gorgeous.

A critical part of that texture is music, and Michael Giacchino gives us, to nobody’s surprise, an amazing soundtrack, combining the period feel with action with just, well, a fantastic vibe. Delightful.

For the specific special effects, they are very, very nice.  Reed realistically stretches (and uses that stretching). Sue’s invisibility and force fields are nicely done.  Johnny’s flame-on effect looks really good. And Ben himself looks and acts and moves quite well and believably.  Galactus himself looks and moves just right. And the Silver Surfer’s silver surfing is exquisite.

Surely there was something you didn’t like, Dave!

If I have to pick nits, I think the Silver Surfer story line needed at least one more scene. Galactus is a bit too much of a dick. And, no, Ben, the beard looks stupid.

Net-Net

Having Superman and Fantastic Four: First Steps come out within weeks of each other is an embarrassment of riches. Both feel fresh, hopeful, and encouraging for both their universes and for us comic book movie fans.

There’s a lot the two films have in common — trying to start off already-known characters as unencumbered by the past as possible being number one, and the decision to start in media res of their careers rather than obsess on origin stories is number two.  Maybe number three would be dealing with the fickleness of adoring fans (and, to go with them, vicious critics) is. And feebleminded accusations of “wokeness” are, sadly but inevitably number four.

But there are differences, too. Superman focuses on just one guy (with personal relationships, to be sure) trying to make it through; FF:FS focuses on family and how they stand together to make it through. Superman‘s tale is more grounded on Earth, so to speak, despite its protagonist’s extraterrestrial origin; its villain is a narcissistic and xenophobic billionaire genius whose designs on power aren’t laudable, but are pretty likely to leave most of Earth’s population alive and possibly even (if he can focus on doing positive things) better off. The FF are instead dealing with a truly cosmic threat, even when that threat touches ground in New York City, and the stakes for them are huge, personally and planetarially.

Regardless, both are solid entertainment. I recommend both films whole-heartedly. Hopefully both are signs of good things to come.

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Movie Trailers before “Superman”

A good set of trailers is like a great hors d’oeuvre!

I write down the trailers we saw so you don’t have to!

Well, it would be kind of weird if you wrote down the movie trailers we saw. Just saying.

Project Hail Mary — Ryan Gosling vehicle from the novel by Andy Weir (The Martian). Looks like it has much the same techie gravitas that The Martian had, but with a bit more Ryan Gosling humor and a bit more weirdness.  That said, after the trailer, I feel like we’ve seen much of the film. I might watch this on streaming. Or an international airplane ride.

The Naked Gun — I knew Frank Drebbin. I grew up reciting lines from Frank Drebbin. You, Liam Neeson, are no Frank Drebbin.  Okay, I guess you’re supposed to be Frank Drebbin, Jr., which makes me feel very old.  Anyway, I’m not sure if it’s fondness for the old, or the attempt to update the zany Police Squad humor for a new generation, but the trailer just didn’t click for me. The lack of Abrahams/Zuckers involvement may not have helped.

The Bad Guys 2 — Huh. Does this mean I have to watch The Bad Guys 1? Actually, I’m a sucker for a caper film, so this might go on the “international flight” list.

Fantastic Four: First Steps —  Well, I already knew I was going to this one (tickets pre-bought). I’m a little worried that they are showing too much in the current trailer (plot-wise and punchline-wise), a classic complaint about movie ads these days. But I’m still liking what I see. Except maybe for Ben’s beard (!?!).

Caught Stealing — Um … this one didn’t strike me as particularly appropriate for the crowd at Superman, which involved a lot of adults, but also quote a few kids. I mean, it’s being tagged as a “dark comedy” but also a “psychological thriller” and, based on the trailer, a pretty violent example of both. Not my cuppa, but also not what I’d want my 10-year-old watching.

Time for an interlude. How about a commercial … advertising for … the Navy SEALs?  Apparently they’re recruiting. 

One Battle After Another — Another one that seemed a bit dark for the Superman audience. Another “dark comedy.”

Wicked 2 — Or Wicked: Step Into the Light or Wicked 2: Flying Monkey Boogaloo, or something else inspiring.  Looks big and glossy and colorful and even somewhat interesting, and all I could think was, “Jeez, I better watch the first one some time soon.”  Will likely be streamed.

Odyssey — Given that I’ve a long love of Greek myths and Homer, and my son was a classics major, that we are going to see this is very much a no-brainer. I can’t see we saw anything spectacular in the trailer, but it certainly has a really cool vibe.

(The trailer we saw is not yet on YouTube.)

Cat in the Hat — I had no idea this was coming out, so … mission accomplished, I guess. I don’t think I’m likely to see it (I’m pretty Old School 2-D when it comes to my Cat), but it doesn’t affect me like fingernails on the chalkboard as the Mike Myers thing did just a few years decades ago.

So a few hits in there, a few things I’m looking forward to in some form. Which is kind of nice.

Movie Review: Superman (2025)

Much better than I’d hoped, and a great kick-off to a new DC cinematic universe

4.0 Acting
4.5 Production
5.0 Story
 4.5 OVERALL with a ♥

Superman (2025)
David Corenswet as Superman

I loved Superman.

James Gunn has given us a movie that feels like a comic book — like issue 75 of some long-running series. It starts in media res, both of Superman’s life and of his current battle (continued from last issue!). It doesn’t feel the need to hand-hold us into deep discussion and detail and backstory of everyone and everything, but trusts us, beyond a few opening words on the screen, to keep up as the story starts at high speed, characters pop up left and right, and the action never really lets up.

I mean, Superman’s been around for years? Metahumans have been on earth for centuries? Guy Gardner is a Green Lantern and that means something?  The government is already worried about things?  Luthor’s had time to put together a multiple plots against his arch-enemy? And we didn’t need a full movie to explain it?

Superman 2025 poster
Superman 2025 poster

The comic book feel extends as well to some aspects of the plot, which in places enjoys — or suffers from — the ability of the comics to have the reader just turn the page and ignore some sort of hand-waveable reality hiccup. That aside, the setting feels believable (for all its SF/Fantasy elements) because it is presented as not only believable but on-going. We’ve never seen this precise Metropolis and DC Earth before, but it feels like we have, not just because so much parallels the basic Superman setting, but because it acts like we’ve been here before, like we’ve seen another half-dozen movies with these characters, actors, and reality.

The movie is funny, it’s dramatic, it’s moving, it’s fun, it’s violent, and it has perhaps one of the best “this is what a super-hero battle looks like from the perspective of a civilian caught in the middle of it” sequences I’ve seen.

The production quality is overall top notch. I believed a man could fly. I thought the action sequences were well done. And a special call-out to David Fleming and John Murphy’s solid soundtrack, and Gunn/Warner Bros. for spending the money for them to make extensive (but still their own) use of John Williams’ iconic Superman score.

The cast is all great for their parts, whether the role is nuanced, character, and/or scene-chewing. Special commendation goes to David Corenswet as an eminently human Clark/Supes, Nicholas Hoult as a finely maniacal Lex Luthor, and Rachel Brosnahan as a believable Lois Lane. The rest of the actors, whether their characters are human or metahuman, do their jobs well and are written/directed by Gunn just as they need to be.

Krypto the Super-Dog
Krypto!

And, yes, Krypto the Super-Dog is here. And he’s wonderful.

I guess, on reflection, I understand why some folk have complained (pre-release) that this Superman is too (i.e., any) “woke,” since (a) he’s interested in the world, not just the country he lives in, (b) some distinctly self-aggrandizing villainous types paint him as a menace for being an immigrant and (literal) alien, (c) he live in a great metropolitan area that includes civilians of color, and (d) he preaches kindness, helping people, and personal responsibility to be a good person. But, frankly, if those sorts of things bother you, I suggest you avoid reading any Superman comics since his introduction in 1938.

Be that as it may, I have to be honest — I’m a comics fan and a soft touch for super-hero movies (I even have nice things to say about the least successful MCU productions). So one might expect I’d enjoy this film to at least some degree. Granted.

But I feel confident in saying Superman (2025) has instantly landed in the nebulous Top 5 Super-Hero Movies I’ve Ever Seen list. I am looking forward to see more of Corenswet and more of the new DC Universe James Gunn is helping build.

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Movie Review: “Thunderbolts*” (2025)

The latest MCU film hits the notes that past MCU successes have.

3.5 Acting
4.0 Production
4.0 Story
4.0 OVERALL with a ♥

There’s a lot going on in this poster, including some hints about the movie itself.

It’s no secret that the MCU has had some problems the past few years, starting with the slump after Avengers: Endgame and exacerbated by the COVID crisis. I mean, I’ve liked the movies and TV shows that have come out in that period — but I’m a pretty low bar (and I’m also used to comic book universes where everything is not perfect but you stick with titles anyway because you like the characters). I enjoyed (while granting some weaknesses to) Black Widow and The Marvels and Captain America: Brave New World. On TV, I enjoyed Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I even found things of interest in the Secret Wars TV series (though overall I thought it failed in its ambition).

Part of the problem has been finding ways to tell interlaced stories that don’t rely on having seen everything produced to date. Part of it has been trying to capture the magic of the Avengers sequence. Part of it has been writing that was at times less than sterling. And part of it, frankly, is that there is a contingent of very loud people who want Marvel/Disney to fail, for a variety of reasons.

So, all that said, I really enjoyed Thunderbolts*. My wife, who is nothing near the fanboy I am (and puts up with so much) really liked it, too.

The movie publicity really enjoyed leaning into that asterisk.

On one level, this movie is a sequel to Black Widow and Falcon and the Winter Soldier (and maybe a bit of Captain America: Brave New World, at least in reference). That said, I think folks could enjoy this movie without having seen or extensively studied those predecessors: one of the neat tricks the movie does is balance the tightropeof backstory exposition. We learn a lot about the characters during the film, but in ways that feel organic and unforced — no “As you know, Bob, the Winter Soldier was created by Hydra in 1946 …” infodumping.

Being clearly part of the MCU without feeling like you have to have memorized the MCU is critical for a long-running franchise of films; as one character notes, they were in high school when the Battle of New York (the first Avengers film) happened, and given that film came out in 2012, there are a lot of people who similarly struggle with remembering continuity. Thunderbolts* nails it with this one.

The movie also nails the mix between humor and seriousness. One of the touchstones of the early MCU, which carried on for some time, was using humor to dissipate too much seriousness and angst, but also keeping the dramatic stakes high to keep things from devolving into super-hero slapstick. Thunderbolts* manages to do this better than any recent MCU production, never taking itself so seriously as to be an object of derision itself, but always reminding us of the human costs and consequences of the world in which they live.

More leaning into the asterisk.

The acting overall works. The demands here are not great: this isn’t Eliot or Shaw or Woolf writing this stuff. But all our heroes are able to switch between (or combine) being serious and amusingly goofy in a way that feels comfortable and approachable. A lot of what Thunderbolts* is about is heroes dealing with less-than-heroic and less-than-successful pasts, and what guilt and trauma and and failure lack of agency and stress can do to a person. The actors we have here, particularly the PoV character, Florence Pugh as Yelena Belova (the White Widow), handle this well, neither making things too grimdark, nor trivializing important issues.

Outside of the core team, the supporting cast, particularly Julia Louis-Drefuss as Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, are solid. So is Lewis Pullman as “Bob,” in all his incarnations. I don’t expect any Best Actor nominations here, but everything is competent.

Without going into details, the story overall works pretty well, doing from solo mission to building the team to struggling against the odds to struggling against impossible odds. And while this is a comic book movie, not every problem is solved with fists and explosions. In fact, most of the important ones are not.

While the stakes in the film are, from one perspective, dismayingly high, the movie never loses its sight on the personal and ordinary. Where most superhero flicks have some sort of disaster porn of buildings collapsing and screaming crowds below, Thunderbolts* keeps its eyes on those people, making the heroics of the protagonists not just punching bad guys, but saving the innocent, over and over.

I was mostly unspoiled for the movie (an increasingly difficult task), so I was surprised more often than some movie-goers would be (including some of the discussions about Bob and Taskmaster, as well as the climactic reveal at the end). The movie certainly kept me on my toes wondering what would happen next.

Red Guardian’s favorite poster.

From a production standpoint, part of what also makes all this work is that the “powers” involved are relatively subtle, with most of the action being fight choreography. Yes, there is some flying, there are some super-powered fisticuffs, there is some CG-augmented action — but the movie comes across as very grounded and much less interested in Michael Bey-like explosions and more on physical and emotional combat.

Overall, I’m not sure this movie needs to be seen in the theater (let alone in 3-D, if that’s being offered), but it is definitely a good watch, arguably the best thing from the MCU in several years. I expect I will watch it a number more times in the future.

OBLIGATORY END-OF-MOVIE NOTE: There are two credits cut-in scenes, at the usual timestamps (one after the initial flashy credits, one at the very end). Both are entertaining and worth watching, though only the last one (before the lights come up) is of much consequence, albeit being a bit predictable.

I have to say, this is one of my favorite posters for the movie, including that tag line.

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The Big Three-Oh

Anniversary time!

Thirty years ago today, I married Margie.

Definitely one of, if not the, smartest and most rewarding thing I ever did.

The odds aren’t fantastic that we’ll make it another thirty after this, but however many we roll the odometer to, I’m sure they’ll all be wonderful.

Movie previews we saw before “Captain America: Brave New World”

Watching the pre-movie trailers is always fun.

We went to see Captain America: Brave New World on its opening Saturday — a key moment for movie studios to advertise upcoming flicks they think that audience will want to come see.

Coming soon!

Here are the trailers they fed us (with IMDb links for more info, the trailers themselves, etc.):

Novocaine: Looks like an action-comedy featuring a guy who feels no pain. Which, in real life, is really very dangerous (pain is an important way to keep us from burns and dismemberment), but here is being played for yucks as he tries to rescue his kidnapped girlfriend. I mean, I like Jack Quaid, but this makes me a little queasy.

Warfare:  Looks like a gritty, meant-to-be-realistic view of modern warfare, based on the memories of a former Navy SEAL and his time in Iraq. From what I know (which is not a lot), it certainly looks realistic. Which, to my mind, is a great reason not to plan to go see it, because honestly I like my violence a little cartoony.

The Accountant 2:  Another in the “cool guy who is a lethal weapon and tackles his job with casual aplomb” genre of films, starring Ben Affleck. I didn’t see the first one, and I don’t see anything here that has me rearing to go and catch the new one, which introduces a “buddy film” vibe by also include the protagonist’s equally-lethal brother.

Sinners: This looks intriguing, lots of interesting visuals, music, FX, period piece (20s-30s) around a pair of black brothers who return to their home town, only to find a Sinister Evil has taken root and etc. etc.  I don’t anticipate going to see it because I am not a horror film guy, but it sure looks well done.

Jurassic World: Rebirth:  I had no idea the franchise was continuing onward, this time with action hero Scarlett Johansson and all the dinosaurs that the original Jurassic Park deemed “too dangerous” to have at their amusement park.  Looks like lots of CG dinosaurs, lots of guns, lots of action and danger and (I suspect) red shirts. Maybe if I ever get caught up with the franchise I’ll watch it on an airplane flight to somewhere.

How To Train Your Dragon:  See! Companies other than Disney can ransack their IP to make oodles of money recycling animated features as live-action-except-for-all-the-CG features!  What I saw in the trailer looked pretty good — but the original HTTYD looked (and still looks) pretty good so this one goes in the “when it’s streaming somewhere for super-cheap” stack.

Fantastic Four: First Steps: The same trailer as has been running on TV, only up on a great big screen, which looks pretty darned awesome. I am already planning on seeing this, so the trailer just made me re-aware that it’s one of the three MCU films coming out this year.

Thunderbolts*: Again, this trailer has been on TV already, so it’s just getting to see it embiggened. Still looks like fun, with an obvious “Suicide Squad, only in the MCU” vibe to it (and maybe a bit of that old fave, Mystery Men).  Already marked on my calendar.

So there you have it — the only films I’m likely to see from that batch of trailers are the two I was already intending to see. Still, I don’t mind being exposed to some things I likely otherwise wouldn’t know about, so there’s that.

Movie Review: “Captain America: Brave New World” (2025)

A solid return to the MCU. Well done.

4.0 Acting
4.5 Production
4.0 Story
4.0 OVERALL with a ♥

captain america bnw poster 1Captain America: Brave New World is a quite satisfying MCU romp. Much of it has the political / conspiratorial tone of Captain America: Winter Soldier, though it also contains the obligatory 5th Act super-hero punch-out extravaganza.

But up until that point, and after it, and even a little during it, it’s a much more interesting and introspective film than the movie trailers make it out to be. Anthony Mackie’s Sam Wilson is still feeling doubts about taking on the shield and mantle of Captain America, and even more doubtful about doing so working for the US government — especially since Thadeus “Thunderbolt” Ross, who once put Sam in the Raft during the whole Civil War business, is now the President of the United States.

Captain America BNW poster 3Story

The film is about interlocking redemption arcs — Sam coming to feel himself worthy of the Cap name, and Ross trying to show the world, and his estranged daughter, that he’s not the fire-breathing pile of anger he used to be. How these arcs criss-cross and entangle amid a long-standing conspiracy makes up the substance of the film, and by and large I found it handled pretty well.

Interestingly enough, Ross isn’t out to use his new position to hobble super-heroes. In fact, initially, he and Wilson get along decently in a guarded way. His big push is for a treaty between competing nations as to how to handle the Celestial remains sticking up out of the Indian Ocean post-Eternals, especially because the teams that have explored there have found a nifty brand-new metal: adamantium, which provides an interesting entree for whatever the MCU wants to do with Wolverine and the other X-Men.

Having the focus be on a treaty for peaceful cooperation, with high stakes and even possible war looming in the background, makes some interesting scenes, especially since it’s “only” a high-tension backdrop for the actual plot unfolding.

Since most of the action in the film centers on public events, it’s able to make good use of newscasts to provide backstory and plot reminders.

Captain America BNW poster 6Acting

Mackie has had plenty of time to build his Falcon role, and, with the under-appreciated Falcon & Winter Soldier TV series, his story works well, as he goes back and forth between quiet wise-cracking and calm seriousness.

Surprisingly, Harrison Ford turns in a strong performance, too, with his own varying degrees of calm, anger, urgency, and desperation. He does a solid job as a US President, as a man with his own demons to fight, and, ultimately, a man who is faced with decisions about doing the right thing.

The rest of the cast acts competently, with Carl Lumbly’s Isaiah Bradley (originally from Falcon & Winter Soldier) the best of the show. I found Danny Ramierez Joaquin Torres (Falcon) character annoying. Tim Blake Nelson’s Samuel Stens made for a nifty villain, as did Giancarlo Esposito’s Sidewinder (even if that character was completely added in reshoot).

On the female side (caveat below notwithstanding), Xosha Roquemore does a decent job as Ross’ security detail head, Leila Taylor, though she doesn’t get a chance to do much other than take orders and look concerned. Shira Haas’ controversial role as security agent Ruth Bat-Seraph suffers a bit from how it was edited, but is still fun.

Captain America BNW 5 posterProduction

So, not surprisingly, lots of flying, which by and large works well, as does the aerial combat. The shield-slinging is pretty good, too.

For some reason, I was less satisfied with the Red Hulk CG than I was with the Green Hulk’s a decade ago. It might have been because of the effort to make him look like Harrison Ford so much, but his movements (except for jumping) and actions just didn’t feel quite right to me.

Captain America BNW poster 8Any other problems?

Sam Wilson keeps doubting himself for not taking the super-soldier serum that created Steve Rogers’ Cap as well as Bucky “Winter Soldier” Barnes. Even so, he is flawless in throwing the shield, an incredible hand-to-hand fighter, shrugs off multiple injuries until the very end, and wears a Wakandan-designed flight suit. Given that Tony Stark was nothing without the armor, it’s a character conflict that never quite seems real.

That flight suit also felt a bit jarring and not in keeping with the attempt to keep the film more reality-grounded. From force fields to super-sonic flight to deus-ex-machina Redwing drones, it makes Sam Wilson more than himan in his ability to affect events.

When we deal with the World Leaders that President Ross is trying to get involved in a mutual cooperation treaty, there some significant missing pieces (there are, after all, some other significant countries in the world besides the US, France, India, and Japan). As well, those World Leaders are all male, and much of their setting is all male as well, which seems like a missed opportunity.

Frankly, the Act 5 battle between Cap and Red Hulk is almost anticlimactic. It not only wildly and abruptly amps up the power levels in the film (with the obligatory destruction porn to go with it), but Thunderbolt Ross himself would be furious that his security detail even dreamed of taking on a Hulk with pistol fire, or even with helecopter drones. The battle’s resolution kind of makes sense (almost any other would have seemed unrealistic), but it just stays this side of being kind of hokey.

Captain America BNW poster 7Net-Net

I liked it. I was happy to pay movie theater prices for it. I plan to watch it again when it streams and goes to Blu-Ray. It’s not the best MCU film, or even the best Captain America film, but it’s a strong lead for the three MCU flicks we get this year (with Thunderbolts* and Fantastic Four arriving in coming months). Well done.

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2024 in Review

Where I would say to my 2023 self, “I got some good news, and some bad news.”

As in past years, I’m going to share out Christmas Card letter here on the blog, where the three of you who actually read it can enjoy it, and where I can keep a permanent-ish copy. It’s that historical aspect that gets me to actually do a Christmas Card letter.

Christmas Card letters are, of course, generally upbeat. It’s okay to share challenges and even tragedies, but letters that turn into a litany of health issues, large and small, are a bit problematic.

This time around I’m going to add some color commentary.

Well, that was certainly a year! We were really busy a lot of the time, managed to sneak in a bit of travel, had some major life transitions, and … well, mostly tried to keep out of trouble.

Dave and Margie at the Tetons

The generic introduction.

James continued his post-grad work, spending the spring in Reykjavik, Iceland, and the fall in Oslo, Norway. That all wraps up this coming spring, back in Reykjavik, completing his Masters in Viking and Medieval Norse Studies.

In answer to the question we’re always asked (after exclamations of “Oh, that’s really cool!”), “What is he going to do with that MA?” the answer is … nobody knows. He’s not interested in academia, but museum and/or archaeological support work are both things he’s working his network for — which might mean him staying on in Iceland or another Nordic country.

We’ll know more by the next Christmas Card letter.

All of which has been a great excuse, of course, for various folk to travel and see him. Margie and Dave did so in Iceland in the spring, …

Went there with Stan and Mary, and enjoyed it a lot. It’s a beautiful country, an an interesting combo of cosmopolitan Europe and rural backwater. Looking forward to another visit (I’m going to be helping James move in in a few weeks).

… and continued from there to a fabulous cruise of the Scottish isles – Shetland, Orkney, Outer Hebrides, Skye, Mull — and tours in the cities on either end, Edinburgh and Glasgow. Delightful.

Dave and James on Le Bellot.

Once in a lifetime trip, both in terms of all the cool places we were able to visit, and on sailing on a Ponant cruise, which was top-notch everything. Great trip.

In the spring Margie and Dave also took a long weekend trip with friends to Sonoma, where we drank much good wine (and, maybe, joined a few wine clubs).

Went with Jackie and Scott, and had a fine time there, too.

In the fall, Dave and Margie road-tripped with friends to Grand Tetons and Yellowstone (and points coming and going). Fun times, and wonderfully scenic!

Another trip, this time by motor vehicle, with Mary and Stan. I’d never been to Yellowstone before, and I’d love to go there again sometime. Also had the chance to see Mount Rushmore and the Crazy Horse memorial and all sorts of other cool locations as we circled back.

On the work front, Margie continues her (fully remote) work in Kaiser Permanente HR, focused on the data quality program.

And continues to get kudos and plaudits from her management team.

Dave, on the other hand, unexpectedly got laid off from his employer (while shoulders-deep in a mission critical project), and decided that both the job market and the financial numbers looked right for him to retire early – or, from a more important perspective, to become full-time coffee boy for Margie. That was at Thanksgiving, so we are both getting used to the new cadence in our lives.

Margie and James on Orkney at the Stenness Standing Stones

More on that story here.

Our cats, Kunoichi (15) and Neko (13), are enjoying Dave and Margie being full-time at home. Kunoichi gave everyone a scare, though, when she slipped out an open door without being noticed until the next day, and went on a three-week (!) walk-about in October. She was finally found by a neighbor using a flyer Dave had put up. She’s recovered the three pounds she’s lost and seems to be in good health again.

We had, quite honestly, given up hope for Kunoichi, and it was one of the high points of the year when we found her.  Or, as Margie put it, “Best birthday gift of the year.

For entertainment purposes, we continue to be regulars in the local theater scene, especially at the Arvada Center and at the Colorado Shakespeare Festival.

I’ll put either of those up against any other regional theater in the country. Fantastic work.

Game-wise, we’ve been playing various tabletop fantasy role-playing games run by friends,

Including a D&D campaign (Phandelver and Below) being run by Stan, and a joint Frosthave game with Jackie and Scott. Busy!

and Dave in December started up his own new ongoing game about cozy murder mysteries in a New England town.

Brindlewood Bay,” for the record, a PBTA-based system that you can think of as Murder, She Wrote, with a large dollop of Lovecraft lurking in the background.

Alas, we’ve been slackers this year in organizing monthly Game Days for board games – we’ll see what 2025 brings.

It was a stressful (and busy) year, all that fun stuff notwithstanding, and Margie and I both tend to cocoon a bit when things get anxious. We’ll try harder this coming year.

We hope you have a very Merry Christmas (and other seasonal holidays and celebrations) to you all, and here’s to what we hope will be a Happier, Safer, and more Enjoyable New Year.

Margie, James, and Dave on the tour bus

So that’s all the Good News. Bad News, we actually were pretty well off in — no major illnesses, no family tragedies that I can think of offhand.

Biggest (and most dire) disappointment of the year was Trump getting reelected. I don’t know what madness has gripped a big chunk of the voting public, but for all our sakes I hope they get over it soon.

All that said, let me raise a toast to 2024, and repeat the good wishes noted above for 2025. Thanks to our family and friends for helping make our lives so good.

And Another Milestone

Milestones galore!

Yesterday I talked about the milestone of having lived in Colorado for 30 years.

Today’s milestone is a bit different.

So … I retired today.

retirement next exit

It wasn’t in my original plans (and I don’t respond well to changes of plan, as all who know me will tell you).  But regardless of my plans, I got notification three months ago that my role was being eliminated, too bad, so sad, if you find another job in the company great, but that will zap your severance.

Harrumph.

Not the first time I’ve been RIFfed (and it was indeed a RIF of some sort — several others were all departing on the same day), and, in bygone days, I was sometimes that guy on the other side of the table (a real table in those days, not a Zoom table), so I know the drill.

Reasons Not To Retire

  1. Not having a job will mean financial ruin and I will die, alone and unloved, in a damp refrigerator box in an alley. (This is my go-to catastrophizing trope, which I know is not true, but still gibbers at me in the dark.)
  2. I am not quite of retirement age — close, but not quite there.
  3. It wasn’t the plan yet!

Reasons To Retire

  1. A very generous severance.
  2. My wife earns well (and covers our insurance, too).
  3. I’m pretty close to retirement age.
  4. We can actually afford it. (And, yes, I am very aware how blessed / fortunate we are in that.)
  5. Trying to find a job in the tech industry these days for someone of the age I was 6 years ago (when I finally got this job after a year and a half unemployed) was no easy task, and something I really wasn’t looking forward to trying again 6 years later (and being so close to retirement age).
Stress Brain word cloud
Stress!

Also contributing to the emotional mix was The Project I have been project managing, which has been a huge hairball for the last three years and is currently struggling between “We think we can get it done … in the Spring” or “Management Pulling the Plug.”  The stress of that has been … not healthy for me, in a variety of ways, which made the idea being no longer in that kind of rat race a lot more attractive.

So even if the company had offered to keep me on once they realized what they had done (whatever algorithm dictated the RIF was … weird; nobody who should have known about it, or the impact it would have on The Project, was in on it and they were all generally as gobsmacked as me over it), it is possible, even likely, I would have turned them down.

So, today was the last day, and quite likely my last day in White Collar America.  I finished cleaning my cube, I sent the last emails, I attend the last meetings, I said the last goodbyes, I turned in my laptop and card key, and drove away.

Yay?

Well, I’m not one of those people who defines himself by his job, or his company, or even as being the main breadwinner or being a professional or whatever. My work-life balance is fairly decent, and I have a plethora of projects and identified tasks around the house to keep me busy for, like, years. Plus hobbies. Plus being at my wife’s beck-and-call for coffee service, etc. And if I do get bored, there are a lot of volunteering activities I could do.

alarm clockIt does feel a little weird knowing I can turn off the 7 a.m. weekday alarm on my phone (with a skip for Tuesdays when I had to get up at 6:35 a.m. for a status call).  It’s odd that the place I’ve been going to, and walking near, and being paid by, for the last six years (minus one week, to the day) will now just be a place I zip past on the interstate — but any bitterness about my treatment is very much mitigated by a guilty sense of relief from being out form under The Project.

I’ll miss the people. I’ll miss the neighborhood.

I won’t miss the company, their irksome RTO policy, their continuous reorganizing, or  The Project.

* * *

So, generalizing between the two days of milestones, my life has had two 30ish-year phases:

  1. Growing up in California, going to college, finding my career, getting married, getting divorced.
  2. Moving to Colorado, getting remarried (much more successfully), continuing then wrapping up my career.

Given reasonable lifespans, I am now believably starting Phase 3, retirement and what I do with it.

Let’s see how that works.

sailing into the sunset
No, I don’t plan on taking up sailing. It’s a metaphor.