Occupation of Independence

 It is probably shocking to many people how ancient superstitions still affect big events in today's modern world.  I would like to add modern superstitions to the last sentence. The notion of Progress has almost become a Deity the last couple centuries.  I mockingly call that point-of-view the "Whig Interpretation of History."  You'd think that World Wars I and II would have weakened the blind faith in Progress. Onto the World Wars, let's add the current genocide in Gaza.  I wish I knew Israelis a bit better.  But it seems as though they don't really worship Yahweh so much as they worship being Jewish.  But what does it mean to be Jewish?  To wear a cloth disk on your head's bald spot?  To grow curly ringlets on the side of your head?  Certain petty rules about food, unique national holidays, or speaking Hebrew? Such things are interesting and help to put more variety into the world, but they seem too trivial to worship as a pseudo-d...

People like me who aren't 'water people' should envy those who are.    I am not planning on changing, but it is satisfying to appreciate their point of view more and more, over the years. The older a person gets, the less excuse they have for being a blockhead.  For instance, every summer I fight summer instead of just surrendering to it and then adapting to it.  I had a friend once in a bicycle club who got tired of hearing people gripe about the heat.  He told them, "It's summer.  It's supposed to be hot."  He was right, and I knew it at the time. The biggest source of worry in summer is my little dog getting hot in the van, in a parking lot.  I already owned this 'Breeze' fan from Fantastic but didn't use it much.  So I moved it into the van and found a way to mount it.  Then it plugs into the cigarette light.  It helps. Of course if you didn't already own the Breeze fan, you could just buy one of those USB-rechargeable mini-fan...

There really are junkies out there who watch too many dog rescue videos.   You know the routine: weepy, sentimental tear-jerkers, with soft solo piano music playing in the background.  So I can be forgiven for eagerly responding to a brown hound dog who was walking up a 2000' hill that I had just driven down. My first instinct, as a lifelong bicyclist, was to keep him out of traffic.  He didn't have a collar.  I was surprised by how tight his eye contact with me was.  (He was a hunting dog, not a border collie.)  Then he looked right at me and did the lip-smacking trick that my own dog does at home when she thinks it's time for dinner. My instinct was to get a bowl of water down, first.  But he wasn't interested.  Using an extra dog leash I fashioned a loop to go over his head.  I brought him to the back of the van and opened a can of pinto beans -- fortunately they had pop-tops.  He was very thin, but otherwise healthy-acting.  He...

I doubt that anything good can come from expressing my disgust with the foreign policy of my own country, especially in Gaza.  Caitlin Johnstone does a better job than I could. And yet there are hopeful signs that many in the Western world are becoming more critical of Israel.  Hope?  That is what interests me today.  Hope, naivete, delusion, wishful thinking, and escapism overlap and become so confusing.   A person can be well-educated and well-read, but does it really help them understand the overlap between these terms, when applied to a specific slaughter like Gaza?  Perhaps the only thing that seems certain is the notion that it is important for people in a 'free' society to actively and courageously confront mass-slaughter.   We also need to be realistic about our ability and stamina to consider such grim and horrible events without giving up.  We all have our limits.  If we overshoot and then surrender our attention to easy a...