If you can’t beat ‘em, cheat ‘em.

Since the 2020 election, state legislatures have introduced more than 250(!) anti-voter bills particularly targeting Black and Brown voters.

Millions of dollars in political spending from big donors and wealthy special interests — often spent anonymously — are tilting (have tilted?) the balance of our democracy towards special interests.

Meanwhile, partisan and racial gerrymandering is still silencing voters –denying us a meaningful choice at the polls.

Epicurus may not have had a positive view of politics, but he would be dismayed. What is going in some State capitals is worthy of Russia or China, that is, it’s yet another attempt at a creeping coup, and an effort to guarantee one-party rule indefinitely. You can have no peace of mind with these shenanigans. They must be stopped and fair elections guaranteed.

There is a Democrat bill in the US Congress, called “For the People”, which attempts to turn back the attempt to create one party rule. It would

– guarantee every citizen’s freedom to vote…
– ensure that people, not Big Money, set the agenda…
– end partisan and racial gerrymandering…
– clean up our government…
– and make democracy work for everyone.

My comment: The Dems are now excited, in addition to the above bill, that would transform DC into a State. Since those who live there (more numerous than some existing States) are disenfranchised. This seems fair, but in reality it is another tat for tat, ensuring (?) 2 additional members of the House and presumably another Senator. Thus the maneuvering goes on. Ordinary citizens dearly wish the politicians would concentrate on the welfare, particularly the health, of the populace. No wonder Epicureans get impatient with politics as practiced at present.

Back to non-political subjects!

Once granted a certain power, politicians seldom give it up

“Have we crossed a line in surrendering freedoms?

Having locked down the country for the best part of a year and suspended basic civil liberties once, we are far more likely to do it again. We have crossed a line and it will stay crossed. “Ensuring that the powers the government has granted itself are abolished rather than kept for a future occasion is going to be hard political work, as is ensuring that we set the bar very high for renewing such powers in the future.” (Daniel Finkelstein, The Times)

My comment: This concerns the UK, but it can apply equally all over the world. We are seeing increased authoritarianism and (China, Burma etc. etc) repression. This is something that occurs, historically, in waves, and, thanks to modern technology, this wave promises to grow, not fade away. The last great wave occurred in the 1930s and 1940s, and took a huge effort and the lives of millions to tamp down. Regrettably, there are always arrogant people who have no truck with messy democracy and think they have all the answers. We have to fight the power-obsessed. They are a menace.

Raul, a poem

On a beach by the tropical water stands a boat

Anonymous, un-named, derelict and un-remarked.

It was assembled in make-do fashion in metal.

Over the rivets tar has been used against the leaks,

Oozing through the holes under the baking sun,

And dis-figuring the side of the boat.

The old petrol engine, once painted green

Is now a mottled colour, specked with rust,

An ugly mass of metal, open to hurricanes and blazing summers.

What is its secret? What is its history?

Why is it here, where the tide laps and deposits the seaweed?

Despite its dereliction there was a hint of romance about it.

This is no vessel from a fancy shipyard,

Or playboat for the recreational fisherman;

Its shape betrays it .

Imagine an Arab dhow with mast and lateen sail,

And you begin to piece together the story of this sad, decayed craft –

The curve,the high prow, the low stern

All speak of Spain, of Andalusia, of Araby,

A design transported centuries ago to Cuba,

Which is but eighty miles away to the South

As the pelikan flies.

In my imagination this boat without a name

(we will call it “Raul”, for want of better)

Belonged to a poor Cuban fisherman,

Ekeing out a living on Cuba’s northern coast.

The owner could not afford a marine engine

And made do with a motor from an early Model T Ford.

The only concession to style was the Moorish bow;

The rest of the work, that of a rum-drinking local blacksmith.

No arduous ocean adventure was expected; none taken.

Raul puttered in the shallows, stopping while nets were raised

And fish hauled in, wriggling in the oily water of the bilge.

Short trips, safe, avoiding storms, with catches sufficient

To feed a growing family.  “Raul”, the loyal and faithful guarentee of

Survival

And then – migration! The lure of a better life.

The children grown, the Cuban future uncertain.

Was this the decison of a moment, or was it a family decision

Talked over for months in whispered voices?  We will never know.

Come what may, they embarked, old and young, as the sun set,

Steering hopefully into the night, trusting to “Raul” and fortune.

The wind came up in the early hours, and with it rain.

It came from the East, to the starboard side,

Whipping the blue Carib waters into froth.

The humans, sick and fearful, huddled from the wind,

While the old engine coughed and spluttered

And the skipper struggled with the beam-on waves.

Would they reach the Florida Keys alive, or perish like others?

For two  whole days they tossed upon the water.

Fearful of foundering, the bow was turned into the wind

To face the oncoming waves.  And there they sat,

Carried by wind and current, wet to the skin,

“Raul” struggling, half submerged, until the wind abated.

Early in the dawn light “Raul”, battered and drenched,

Brought his family to the reef off Islamorada.

In the shallow water the young men disembarked unseen.

They hauled “Raul” over the sandbank to the beach.

He had brought the family safely across the water.

Faithful servant!  Good old friend!  Great!

“Thank you and goodbye”. In an instant they were gone!

Vanished!  Disappeared!  No one knows what became of them.

Disconsolate, “Raul” sat on the sandy beach, only one of the Cuban many.

Feeling lonely andbetrayed, and in a foreign land, depression soon set in.

His rivets began to rust, the transmission seize up,

The wooden gunwhales rot in wind and rain.  A sad picture, barely noticed.

But then fate stepped in, as if to admit the raw deal dealt out.

“Raul” found  a new career. Yes!

Unseaworthy though he is, he is now a prop for mass-market catalog photo-shoots;

For mood views of the latest fashions for magazines from

New York, London, Milan and Paris.

Beautiful girls in swimsuits drape themselves upon him

Or suggestively, against a nearby palm tree, with “Raul” as backdrop.

“Raul” is now world-famous, featured in movies and photos,

Drooled over by those dreaming of the good life and the South Pacific

(which is the illusion intended).

He no longer has to brave the shoals and rocks, even less rough seas and

Actual daily work.

No.  He simply sits on the beach by the tropical water and the white sand

and coconut palms, surrounded by Directors, Assistant Directors, cameramen,

Property and Costume assistants – and those beautiful girls,

No longer anonymous, not longer unremarkable.

Robert Hanrott

Quote of the day

“The only mystery in life is why the kamikaze pilots wore crash helmets.” – Al McGuire 

My comment:  I was brought up to believe that they were not crash helmets, but head-dresses you wore in deference to the Emperor.  Death was clearly nothing to these poor, wretched pilots. Just shows the danger of cults and “religions”, unaccompanied by intelligent thought.

Getting a hairdrier through Customs

This blog has carried numerous postings that are less than enthusiastic about organised religion.  Here is something positive; at least it will make you laugh.

In British parochial schools students are taught that lying is a sin, but using a bit of imagination to express the truth differently, without lying, is OK.

An attractive young woman on a flight from Ireland asked the Priest beside her, “Father, may I ask you a favour?

“Of course, my child.  What may I do for you?’

“Well,  I bought my mother an expensive hairdrier for her birthday.  It’s unopened, but well over the Customs limits, and I’m afraid they’ll confiscate it.  Is there any way you could carry it through Customs for me? Hide it, perhaps, under your robes?”

“I would love to help you, dear, but I must warn you , I will not lie”.

When they got to Customs, she let the priest go first . The official asked, “Father, do you have anything to declare?”

“From the top of my head down to my waist I have nothing to declare.”

The official thought this answer strange, so he asked, ” And what do you have to declare from your waist down to the floor?”

“I have a marvelous instrument designed to be used on a woman, but which is, to date, unused”.

Roaring with laughter, the official said, “Go ahead, Father.  Next please”.