True American 2.0

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yrmama was raised to be cynical – if to be cynical means to by default mistrust other’s motives. And to by default mistrust others in general. It is an offshoot of pathological independence – one can only trust one’s self. To an extent this personality trait is very American – very cowboy. It won the West and all that, but it is also at it’s core purely isolating.

Cynicism is an important part of yrmama’s power but also her greatest weakness. The holy man said, “…and pray for the cynical for they do not trust God’s love…” Pray away friends, pray away my mistrust if you can. And if you succeed yrmama may well dissolve into a gelatinous blob.

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yrmama argues that the man we elected to be president in 2016 is not a cynic. He can’t be cynical without natural curiosity about other people or any moral sense. However, it was cynicism that allowed him to win. At the beginning of his campaign he bellowed, “they’re out to get you and I fight dirty.” Cynicism said, “Yes! I’ve always felt everything is rigged against me and Donald verifies it. I admire his pugnacity so I’ll vote for him.” He has fulfilled his proclamation. Something is out to get us – Greed, graft, grift, (pussy)grabbing, generals, grievance, (oli)garchy, gangrene, greased palms, gracelessness, gerrymandering, gross malfesance, gringo-supremacy, and he does fight dirty.

(Pete says, of Donald’s campaign, “The things he said that aren’t true rhyme with things that are and that tapped into people’s desire to burn the house down.” That’s pretty doggone insightful.)

Something the same shape allowed Barack to serve eight years. He said, “Yes we can!” Cynicism said, “Damn, this is a heavy load, and maybe that deep soothing voice is right! I want to lay my aggrievement down and let this guy make me feel hopeful.” I think those of us who fell hard for that message did feel better for a while. His presidency was far from perfect and the duopoly didn’t dissolve into a more unified democracy with an appreciation of shared American values. But it was a good eight years.

How can a cynic, an empowered true American who wants to believe and be able to throw herself into a cause that may save democracy and fair capitalism from evil, indeed throw herself in? Anyone who votes throws in at least at the last minute, when you feed your ballot into that machine watch it get sucked in. Throwing in now is probably the same thing, just earlier.

Ioweenians: Are you going to caucus? If the caucus was tonight whose corner of the gym would you stand in? Non-Iowans – pretend you are and answer the same questions below, in the comments.

The least I can do

It’s another dry stretch for candidates, and simultaneously a chilly, wet stretch down here on the farm. I especially want to hear from Cory, Jay and Stacy. I want to invite Kamala for a second interview. I want to invite Barack and Michelle over for dinner.

Speaking of Jay Inslee, he’s the only one who’s all about climate change, and he’s right to be. —–> From here yrmama could veer into religion, science, raptors, poison ivy, catastrophic weather events, how it is taking well over ten years to move the UI’s art campus uphill (after the the last giant flood) and to raise Dubuque Street enough that people can reliably get in and out of town. Eleven years ago I watched a woman scooping up large fish with a net in City Park, in the grass, as the water rose and rose and rose. She was filling a big bucket with writhing fish, like 10 inches long, and planned to share them with whoever wanted to help eat them. It was bewildering.

Or we can discuss yrmama’s favorite way to address the epidemic of plastic consumerism we’re all about to choke on. At the Mennonite thrift store where I volunteer sorting through other people’s huge bags of crap, we divert 10 bajillion units of solid waste A DAY from being dumped in the formerly pretty little crick nearby or sent to the steaming, reeking landfill a little farther off. The sale-able stuff is sold for cash money to support international relief projects many of which, you guessed it, are probably triggered or at least complicated by fucking climate change. 

*yrmama used to buy everything second hand because she was poor. Now that yrmama is rich she prefers to buy things second hand because it’s more fun and way more interesting. Plus it helps divert a bit of that aforementioned mountain of other people’s crap from the crick.

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Volunteers sort your great aunt’s apple-sauce jars of buttons and sew them onto cards. It’s the best variety of buttons you’re ever going to find.

Some donors to the shop are Marie Kondo-ing, some just will lose their minds of they don’t do something to get that mountain of outgrown soccer shoes out from behind the couch. Some middle-aged siblings who live far away come with pickup trucks full of warped tupperware, doilies, stained vintage clothes, National Geographics, footstools, peanut butter jars full of screws, and a few dozen boxes of Q-tips from when they were on sale in 1984 and someone stocked up. They look stunned because their last parent just died and they have to clean out the house and they don’t want to cry until later. I LOVE sorting that stuff. It’s the least I can do.