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I’ll be trying out Manton’s  micro.blog service at https://olof.micro.blog

Really interested in seeing how this goes.

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Yesterday I snarked on Facebook:

So, exactly how cartoonishly evil does a candidate have to be to not get elected president?
The answer appears to be: “female”

I felt this distilled much of my conflict and disbelief about the election, and after a day of reflection I’m even more convinced that this is the right place to start in trying to digest what happened. Let me explain why.

All the news surrounding this election had surprisingly little substance in terms of policy and governance, instead being focussed entirely on the personal baggage of the two candidates.  We heard about Benghazi and Hillary’s emails, and we heard about Donald fat-shaming beauty contestants and calling Mexicans rapists. When we did hear about actual policy proposals, Trump’s were always so impractical they were never seriously considered by the press. Build a wall?  Everyone knew that was never going to happen. Deport 11 million people?  Inconceivable. Meanwhile, Hillary’s were so practical as to be simply non-newsworthy. It was easy to label them as ‘more of the same’ compared to Trump’s bellicosity, and so we got very little news about them. But we certainly did hear about the personal issues — Trump’s distain for Muslims, Melania’s plagiarizing, Bill’s old infidelities and Hillary’s pantsuits.

And as the news coverage devolved into ever increasing scrutiny of the two larger-than life candidates and away from details of what their presidencies would mean for the country, the two candidates became cartoonishly evil figments of our imaginations.

I and many other Hillary supporters saw a cartoonishly evil Donald Trump, brazenly declaring that he would run as a Republican because the Republican voters are the “dumbest group of voters”. Well, Donald never said that (check out Snopes, folks), but we could see every day that he would string together lie after lie, and folks actually seemed to believe what he was saying.  He became the Mr. Burns of the campaign, so dastardly that when he did say he could “shoot somebody and I wouldn’t lose voters”, it really didn’t shock anyone — of course that’s how he viewed himself. Of course he won’t show us his tax returns, because everyone knows Mr. Burns exploits all the loopholes and never pays taxes.

Meanwhile, Trump voters knew even before the campaign began that she was corrupt and evil in every way — that she was behind the murder of Vince Foster, she was the inventor of the infamous Obamacare death panels, she left our people to die in Benghazi while she was napping, Whitewater, Troopergate, The Clinton Foundation, Foggy Bottom, and the endless parade of Fox news slander. And when Bernie Sanders seemed to have all the enthusiasm in the primaries but Hillary won anyway, the ‘fact’ that corruption and insider dealings had secured her place as the nominee was very easy to believe. Clinton was the cartoonishly evil Democrat insider.

Which is why, throughout the Fall, we heard that these were two deeply disliked candidates. And how did the American Public choose?

Like many liberals, I believed that America would see the horrifying open racism and sexism of the Trump candidacy, and be recoiled by it. Many might hold their nose while voting for Clinton, but at least she could be trusted to not fire off nuclear missiles because someone insulted her tiny hands.

Alas, America did not vote that way. America, it seems, is just fine with Trump’s disdain for people of color, is just fine with his casual “grab ’em by the pussy” sexism, and is just fine with his cozy arrangement with white supremacists and his anti-semitic ads. What America wanted, it seems, was someone who could lead them in chants of “U-S-A”, “Lock her up”, and “Build the wall”.  Could a male candidate have been spun into as cartoonishly evil a character as Hillary Clinton was?  I doubt it.  Villains, by nature, are hated, but the sexist distaste of a woman in power has been key to building up the level of hatred for Hillary.

Trump, by the way, knows his cartoonish villains. Liberals would probably learn a lot more about why we lost the election by watching pro wrestling than by looking at voter demographics. America didn’t want a candidate pretending to be a face, it wanted a heel.

Steven Spielberg, reflecting on the making of Schindler’s List, said “when we were making ‘Schindler,’ Liam [Neeson] came up to me one day and asked me if I could ever make another Indiana Jones movie where the Nazis are cartoon villains. I said, ‘Never, never.’ Right now I can’t conceive of anything that’s simply entertainment.”  And there’s the key to seeing the left wing mistake in this campaign — we let our villian become a cartoon, entertained by his apparent incompetence and unfocussed on the horror underneath his comical orange hair. We were certain that a majority of the country could clearly see the cartoonishly evil villain on the ballot. Indeed, they did, just not the same one we saw.

So, yeah, “female”.

 

Last year I wrote a short piece for my daughter’s school’s Annual Giving campaign. It’s that time of year again and I’ve been thinking about that a lot — perhaps it is worth sharing. Here’s the letter:

Dear fellow Juniper parents,

While we are all getting ready for Thanksgiving and the upcoming Holiday season, please allow me a few minutes to tell you a story about why I’m a supporter of the Woodinville Montessori School Annual Giving campaign.

My Father was the one who taught me about philanthropy. Of course, he never sat me down and said “let me teach you about philanthropy…” — I don’t think he ever did that about any subject. But when I was ten years old or so, he did something that continues to inspire me.

There was a meeting of the congregation at my church — a rather unremarkable place with a well-meaning group of people who were confronting the financial reality that their available budget didn’t quite match their ambition. The budget fell rather short, actually, to the point that it was clear that business as usual would not be possible. I remember one man getting up to speak — his name was John Baron, if I recall correctly, though he was “Mr. Baron” to me — and he laid out the unpleasant facts. There was not enough money to pay the pastor and fix the roof and maintain the plumbing and pay the heating bill and tend to the long list of all the other necessary expenses. The Church Council did not want to make the difficult choices about what to cut. He pleaded for people to give more money to the church. “We’ve got to give until it hurts!” he said.

It was all true, of course. No one could dispute the facts. The assessment was grim. The room was awkward and silent.

Then my Father stood up and walked to the front of the room and turned to face everyone. And he broke out in a big grin. He began, “Well, John, I’m sorry, but I don’t agree with you.” The tension in the room was incredible. “If it is really going to cause you pain, John, I’d like you to keep your money. In fact, I don’t want anybody to feel bad about giving to the congregation — instead, I’d like people to feel good about the contribution they can make.” You could hear people exhaling as the mood got suddenly lighter. My Father went on talk about how proud he was to be part of such a fine organization that did such good work, that he saw the dedication of the people who volunteered there, that he saw the difference it had made in people’s lives. Joy spilled from his face as he said that when he wrote a check to the church, it made him feel great to be able to support such a worthy charity, that he would feel worse if his gift was any smaller. “No,” he said, “nobody should give until it hurts — you should give until it feels good!”.

The laughter that echoed through the room at that moment didn’t change the fact that the church was facing financial uncertainty. But suddenly it seemed like people were happy to be there. Happy to contribute what they could. Happy to help each other weather the crisis. Happy to know that their contribution was needed.

It is really quite a simple lesson: ‘You should feel good about being able to support a valuable institution’. I remember it whenever I write a check to support the places that I care about, and I feel great about being able to make my contribution to Woodinville Montessori School. It is a place you should feel very, very good about supporting. Make your contribution to the Annual Giving program today. Your tax deductible gift will support the great work of teachers and administrators who make sure that our children receive the highest quality education.

Thank you,
Olof

 

Aina\'s Rutabaga song

Found this while cleaning up some junk today. 2002 was, of course, the Year of the Horse.
New Year's Card 2002

Staffan feels the XKCD influence:

Extra Extra

A good name for a blog, or a band?

For some reason, Aina decided that she liked the Kung Fu Lollipops. We are pretty sure that she means some lollipop variety, but we are pretty skeptical that she was set on Kung Fu — especially as we have no idea where she acquired that particular vocabulary item. In any case, a quick Google reveals this:

So there you go.

mapHead: Keith Harrison

When one considers the brief given implicitly to most student writers, but NEVER examined, it goes something like this: You don’t know much about the recent history of Madagascar but your task is to write about it AS IF you do know something about it (you will get the vast bulk of your knowledge from sources, of course) and AT THE SAME TIME you should write as if you are not a person and must never use the first person. The brief is doubly incoherent at root. No wonder students hate writing essays…

Map Head has a great preview of a book by Keith Harrison: Echoes of “Godel Escher Bach” applied to the theory of teaching writing.

Staffan’s next show is Children of Eden, at Edmonds Homeschool Resource Center May 9 – May 11. There are four shows, two evenings (9th and 10th) and two matinees (10th and 11th). Apparently it is a very good show, with challenging music and a great variety of instruments played on stage. In addition, I’m told it hits the perfect balance of religious content for my taste: it is heretical enough to offend the biblical fundamentalists and true enough to the Genesis story to offend the atheist fundamentalists. Double win!