The 250th Birthday And Democracy Debate

I hadn’t read the Constitution in years. Or The Declaration of Independence. How about you?  

I read both recently as celebrations of our 250th year ramped up. Parties, fireworks, speeches, parades, holiday fun.

This anniversary is also marked by something that has not been done in 250 years:  a debate about democracy itself.

These debates involve  people at all levels of our society: politicians, cab drivers, teachers, students, old, young, rich, poor. Their back and forth fill the news and social media every day.

Much of the debate is about Trump’s power as President: can he start a war without Congressional approval? Can he send national troops into cities? Can he alter or federalize the Election process? Can he imprison people without due process? Can he “weaponize” government against his enemies? Can he stack the Supreme Court in his favor? Can he restrict freedom of speech or  freedom of the press? And so on.

At the 200th anniversary, 50 years ago, we proudly celebrated the success and resilience of our democracy, even after the resignation of a President for trying to game the system.

Today, irony abounds.

Our first President turned down a third term.  Our current President craves one.  

Our first President was so honest, a myth built up around him: “I cannot lie: I cut down the cherry tree”. Our current President lied 30,573 in just his first term. 

We’ve proudly called ourselves a nation of immigrants since immigrants from Europe first landed. The world applauded, sending us the Statue of Liberty as a symbol of their admiration and our wisdom. Today, we argue about the value of immigrants to the country. We debate 14th Amendment, the notion of birthright citizenship all the way up to the Supreme Court. We have a Vice President who recently declared one of Europe’s biggest mistakes was to “open the floodgates to millions of unvetted immigrants.” 

100% – every single immigrant – must pass  the US citizenship test to become a US citizen. Only 30% of US citizens can pass the same test.

And we’re not just debating about political power. We’re also losing trust in the basic institutions of democracy. 

Recent polls are telling. Only 15% of the country approves of Congress. Only 42% approve of the healthcare system. Only 35% approve of our k-12 school systems. Only 30% of Americans believe in “The American Dream”. Just over 50% have positive views of Capitalism, our economic system. 

Why now, 250 years later?

There are many answers. Here are a few.

We have a President who wants to be a dictator, or at minimum a king. He is supported by a movement, Project 2025, that wants to make government more autocratic. He is backed by White Christian Nationalists (a modern name for racists) who would overturn the First Amendment’s’ separation of church and state, and, instead merge the (Christian) church and state. 

Trump has clearly triggered the fury of today’s debate, but some of these conflicts were built into the system from the beginning.

The slavery issue almost closed down the Constitutional Convention, so the leaders punted it down the road… until it exploded in 1861…and today still burns like fire embers quietly glowing in the forest.

Slavery was also a critical component of the South’s agrarian economy, and an early version of an economic system called Capitalism. Which grew to become the most innovative and successful economic system in the world.  

Capitalism is based on a governing system diametrically opposed to democracy: dictatorship. Dictatorship is the most efficient form of governing; democracy is the least efficient. That’s why companies are dictatorships, run top-down by individuals. What they say goes. Or else.  Thus Henry Ford, Andrew Carnegie, John D. Rockefeller, Steve Jobs, Elon Musk, etc… 

From millionaires to trillionaires in a little over 100 years.

Dictatorship does not tolerate dissension. Democracy demands it. So there has always been conflict between the two.

The fulcrum that has kept balance between democracy and capitalism all these years was a culture that believed in the rule of law, as framed by the Constitution, and valued integrity over dishonesty as exemplified by The Declaration of Independence and personified by George Washington and the founding fathers.

That balance has slowly shifted over the last hundred years as capitalism’s pursuit of money and power has led to a series of laws that favor capitalism.

Three examples. 

1) In 1916, when Henry Ford heard the Dodge brothers planned to finance their new car company with Ford Company dividends, Ford stopped paying the dividends, saying he wanted to invest them back into his company. The Dodge brothers took it up to The Michigan Supreme Court, which ruled that a company’s  primary responsibility was to increase shareholder value, period. 

2) Just under 100 years later, with the Citizens United, the Supreme Court opened the floodgates for money to pour into the voting system, turning the notion of “one person, one vote” into a sick joke.

3) States across the country are gerrymandering voting districts to minimize the impact of minority voters.

As a result the value system that started this country has been replaced by greed. The rich have grown richer, the poor have grown poorer. 

Today, under Trump, we celebrate wealth and denigrate poverty. Oligarchs  (Musk,  Ellison, Zuckerberg, Page, etc…) have amassed huge power as our current President and his backers deliberately attempt to throttle democracy.

How do we turn all of this this around? How do we restore trust in our leaders, faith in our institutions, and integrity in our culture?

Read the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution. It worked for 250 years. It can work now.

And vote accordingly.

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Speaking Truth To Power

The phrase traces back to 1942 when an American civil rights activist put out a pamphlet titled Speak Truth to Power: a Quaker Search for an Alternative to Violence.

Icons of the era, like Edward R. Murrow and Walter Cronkite first spoke truth to power over the radio in WWII, then on TV after the war. Cronkite’s truth about the failures in the Viet Nam War triggered Johnson’s exit from the Presidency and politics. Later the Washington Post and the New York Times published the truth about Pentagon Papers and the Watergate scandal. Broadcast TV amplified that truth, and eventually truth ran Nixon out of town.

Starting in 1968 CBS’s 60 Minutes has spoken truth to power for 58 years, winning numerous awards, not to mention being the most-watched news magazine of the last six decades.

Most journalists are underpaid and overworked. But they dig up the truth anyway for a variety of reasons: It’s fun; its courgeous; it’s altruistic; it’s heroic at times; it’s never boring; and  most of all, the world needs it.

Journalists witness and report parts of life unseen by the general public: rat infested slums; bloodied war zones with wounded and dead; people without heat who stuff their clothes with paper to survive the winter; police who pummel or even shoot pregnant women, children, and blacks and browns; politicians who take payoffs, and more recently; elected politicians who set records for corruption.

That’s why most journalists are liberals. 

Speaking truth to power can lead to retribution, especially in the Trump era. When conservative David Ellison, son of conservative billionaire Larry Ellison, was trying to merge Paramount/Skydance  with Warner Brothers for $110.9 billion, he needed the approval of FCC Chairman Brendan Carr, one of our mafia-styled President’s numerous lackeys. Trump disdains the media, recently encouraging the cancellation of Colbert’s Late Show, applauding the attempted shut down of Jimmy Kimmel, and suing CBS over a 60 Minutes interview of Kamala Harris that he didn’t like. Carr has also recently threatened ABC’s local stations licenses.  In glaring contrast to CBS caving in to Trump’s suit, ABC responded by accusing the FCC of “unconstitutional retaliation and coercion.”

Soon after Paramount (and CBS) offered to settle Trump’s suit for  a total of $38 million, Carr approved the merger. Ellison then replaced Tom Cibrowski, the experienced and highly respected head of CBS news, with political conservative Bari Weis, who has none – zero – experience in broadcast news. Trump praised the move.

The result has been a precipitous drop in ratings for CBS Evening News. It now has less then half of the 8 million plus viewers of ABC Evening News.

Weis promply replaced the highly respected Executive Producer of 60 Minutes, Bill Owens, with another broadcast news novice, Nick Bilton. 

The Tiffany network became The Fools Gold network.

Which has led to the resignations or firings of 60 Minutes correspondents Anderson Cooper, Sharyn Alfonsi, Cecilia Vega, and Executive Producers Bill Owens, and Tanya Simon.

That’s like losing the top players and coaching staff from a Superbowl winner. WHich prompted correspondent Scott Pelley to speak truth to CBS power.

What truth did Pelley speak? Here’s what he said in a meeting with Bilton and other correspondents.

Bari Weis  is “…murdering 60 Minutes. She does not love this place, she was brought in to kill it and is doing exactly that”.  

Her team “instructed me to inject falsehoods and bias into a politically sensitive story.” 

She “has no qualifications for her job; you (Nick Bilton) have slender qualifications for this job. The changes that she’s made at the Evening News have been catastrophic, so why should we expect that any of this is going to be any better?”

Admittedly it was a bit rough of Pelley, but after 37 years at CBS News and seeing 58 years of excellence in journalism decimated by incompetence or worse, deliberation, can you blame him?

The next day Bilton fired Pelley, saying “Yesterday, you hijacked my first meeting with staff to disparage me, my qualifications, and my intentions with remarkable incivility and contempt….your employment with CBS is terminated for cause effective immediately.” 

Clearly neither Bilton nor Weiss – nor Ellison – knows the history of screaming arguments at 60 Minutes, starting with the originals: Correspondent Mike Wallace and Executive Producer, Don Hewitt. 

Speaking truth to power, especially power with political roots, doesn’t always have happy endings. On the other hand, maybe people like you and I can respond by just not watching CBS or 60 Minutes any more.

Maybe we can speak truth to power, too.

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Dog/Man

Several benches ring a small tree lined meadow. Sitting at one of the benches is a man, not an old man, not particularly good looking man, not particularly stylish man. In fact, the kind of man people forget once they pass the bench. Near the man, with a leash trailing on the ground near the bench is a dog, not an old dog, not a particularly good looking dog, not a particularly stylish dog, the kind of dog people forget once they pass the bench. 

Dog: See that guy? He’s about to fall asleep. Which means I won’t get to walk for the next half hour, if that.

Man: See that dog? All he wants to do is walk. You’d think, at his age, he’d want to enjoy the spring weather. But N-o-o-o-o. Gotta walk!

The man gets up. The dog gets up. The man grabs the leash and heads out. The dog runs in front, pulling on the leash. Then, just as the man matches his pace, the dog stops to sniff, almost tipping the man head over teakettle. The man groans.

Dog: I mean why come to the park if you can’t sniff stuff. How else will you know if any other dogs have been here? Not to mention cats, birds, squirrels. A dog has to be careful. We never know when another dog – or cat or fox or bird or human – is going to attack. 

Man: I mean I’ve known this dog pretty much all his life. I take him to the park and he starts sniffing everything in sight and pulling me along with him. And then he suddenly yanks me backward to sniff something he missed.  As though there’s a difference between the grass around a bench and… um,  the grass around that tree.

Dog: Uh Oh. There’s another bench. Will he stop and rest? Please, no! …Whew! 

Man: If that dog doesn’t stop pulling me…!

Dog:  He needs exercise because he’s old. So, my job – one of many, by the way – is to take him on long walks. I could do 10 miles, but I don’t want to kill him… that would be the end of any walks.

Man: You see, if I don’t take him for a walk at least once a day, he gets lethargic, eats less and – I don’t know – dies earlier? In nature, they say wolves and foxes do 10 miles a day. So a mile or two worn’t hurt him. Plus he gets to sniff things. Sniffing is his aphrodisiac.

Dog: Humans are really handicapped in many ways. For example, they make all these stinky things – food, dead clothes, bathrooms,  perfume (ee-yuck!)- most of which they can’t even smell. Nature can be very kind. 

Man: I’ve always wondered why dogs smell so much. I know they have better noses than humans, but so what?  I’m pretty sure he sniffs everything to show me how mediocre my nose is.  Like he can find where another dog peed and, just from the smell, know the dog. Then, he pees on top of the other dog’s pee. Then another dog comes by and pees on his pee and… ad infinitem. Stupid macho stuff.  I grew out of being macho in my…um…50’s.

Just then a woman with a golden retriever approaches.

Dog: Uh Oh!  Big dog! 12 O’clock! Coming our way! Uh Oh!  Time to bark! Gotta warn my human! I have to! I have to!   He could take him down in two seconds!

Dog barks. Man reprimands.

Man: See, this is what I hate about walking this dog. He barks at every other dog. The bigger the dog, the louder he barks. That Golden? He’s as mellow as basket of junior mints. And the woman is too. And cute. They just breezed by us. Dammit!

Dog. You’d think he’d be grateful! But Oh No. He just makes all these loud sounds at me! Doesn’t he know I don’t speak human! What an ungrateful… I mean I scared that yellow killer off! By myself!  

They walk home. The man gives the dog a treat, then sinks into the couch with a glass of water. The dog circles on the rug 5-10 times before collapsing with his treat.

Man: He can be a pain, but he tries. And what a great buddy for a daily walk.  

“Good dog!”

Dog: He can be a pain, but he tries. And what a great buddy for a daily walk. 

“Good man!”

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Remember Where You Were When Kennedy Got Shot?

It was the question of the era, a time when all things were possible, because we had come through WWII unscathed unlike the rest of the world, our industry expanding, wealth growing, international approval setting records. The world was our oyster.

And then the impossible happened: Kennedy was shot. I was living in an apartment with three other students at the time. One, from Dallas, walked in that morning, tears streaming at what his hometown had done. 

Walter Cronkite, David Brinkley and others talked us through it calmly and succinctly. Time seemed to halt as, first the country, then the world absorbed the news. It took quite awhile for routines to re-emerge.

I have no  idea where I was or what I was doing last week when that guy stormed the hotel and tried to kill Trump, the tenth attempt since Kennedy and the third just on Trump. Ho-hum.

No irony there.

The Second Amendment has turned assassination  – well, killing in general – from novel to ordinary. Nowadays, people take advantage of the right bear arms  just to defend themselves against other people who bear arms. 

No irony there.

The last war this country waged for universally good reasons – a “just” war, as they say – was WWII. We didn’t have to dream up reasons, having watched Hitler for a few years until Pearl Harbor opened the door. Afterward we basked in the glow of saving both Europe and Asia from some very bad people. 

The justifications for the next few wars are still being debated decades later.

The justification for the current one is being debated – by himself – by the guy who started it.

No irony there.

This is the same guy who decided oil and coal energy are good and wind energy is bad, climate change is “fake” and electric vehicles are stupid. So he started a war that put 20% of oil on hold, thereby raising gas prices in the US so high that EV’s are now selling like hot cakes.

No irony there.

The King of England, the country we revolted from when we  invented modern democracy, visits us on our 250th anniversary and subtly and artfully reminds us what democracy is. 

No irony there. 

“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.” says Lady Liberty, as we chase down, lock up, and then eject those very masses.

No irony there.

News broadcasters, who once focussed on calm and precise language while presenting alarming news, now speak in frantic half-sentences to alarm people while presenting mundane news. 

No irony there.

As a result of all this, I recently started watching TV shows that feature genuinely nice protagonists in plots where good inevitably triumphs over evil. I go to streaming channels, then pull up IMDB on my computer so I can check a synopsis of various movies and shows – just to ensure I don’t see a scary moment or two, or a really depressing ending. 

When I find a good one with a high rating, I get my popcorn and settle in. 

You know why?  No irony there. At all.

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The Day The Baltimore Fire Department Crashed The Wedding

Sometime in the 13th century, according to various myths, couples and coupling were discouraged by the Catholic Church. 

Until a priest named Valentine not only quietly supported them, he gave love a stamp of approval by marrying them. 

Eventually Emperor Claudius II found out and, in order to cut off this radical activity, cut off Valentine’s head.

But he was too late. Couples and coupling spread across the world, the Catholic Church caved and crowned Valentine a saint, and here we are nine centuries and 8 billion people later attending celebrations of love every day of the year.

Since I first saw you across the room at a beer hall, I knew that you were someone I wanted to know intimately.

St. Valentine was one very smart, loving guy. 

I choose you today, right now, and every day, every moment ever after.

That legend and tradition explains why one smart, loving coupe chose Valentine’s Day for their wedding.   

You bring out the best in me, and I admire the best of you.

This couple from Queens, NY looked for a venue midway between their family homes of Pennsylvania and Virginia.

I promise to support you, to be patient with you, to love and hold you, not because I want those things in return, but because to take care of you is one of the utmost pleasures of my existence.

They decided on Baltimore’s American Visionary Art Museum, a museum whose main feature is a 15 foot high poodle, amid other fun and somewhat goofy displays. 

You make me laugh unexpectedly and consistently. I promise not to bring home a new pet without discussing it with you first, even if that discussion is a polite formality.

Which might also describe the people who came to share the day with the couple.

Knock knock

who’s there

beaver

beaver who

beaver i get to my actual vows, …

You see, the groom is an artist, not to mention writer, coder, podcaster. And the bride is a writer and design publicist. That is why the room was filled with Rhode Island School of Design graduates and other creative types. One couple was dressed as 18th century English royalty, including wigs. A guy wore a jacket composed of different colored hearts (Valentine’s Day – get it?). A sister wore a hairpin with a flying pig, because, well, you know. 

I promise to watch lots of good, bad, and terrible movies with you. Except the horror movies – in those cases, I promise to quietly hang out in the other room.

This couple had no intention of conducting a somber “til death do us part” kind of event, although life commitment was there, just in current vernacular. The wedding was to be non-traditional and fun, informal and fun, emotional and… fun.

I promise to stand patiently while you pet every dog within reach.

And that’s exactly the kind of day it was. The wedding party’s walk down the aisle included dancing, skipping, trotting, everything but walking. There was no minister, just a longtime friend of the couple who offered laughs and insights. The couples’s vows were soft and sweet and funny and dear.

I swear this to you: If you’re blind, I’ll be your eyes. If you’re deaf, I’ll be your ears. If you can’t walk, I’ll get you where you need to go.  

Then, just as the Valentine’s Day, 2026 was winding down, someone smelled smoke, which inspired the crowd, including the DJ, to take the joy outside while the Baltimore Fire Department checked the inside. The firefighters’ “No Fire – No Problem” pronouncement triggered more celebration: of St. Valentine, the Baltimore Fire Department and, most memorably, the love of Korwin and Robyn.

Knock knock

who’s there

olive

olive who

olive you.

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