My Blog Week: December 29 to January 4
A Word on the Week
Imagine a group of old men, who get together at their clubs and societies—and one of the “truisms” they banter back and forth among themselves, while tittering a bit at the impropriety of saying it publicly, is that when the world ends, unfortunately the old will be the ones who have lived out their lives, enjoyed their young years, won ample portion of the fruits of success. The newly born will be wholly out of luck; kids, and strugglers in their twenties and thirties not much luckier. The old men express this indifference to the welfare of younger generations with fatalistic remarks, “When it’s your time, it’s your time.” When asked about legacies, they say they don’t care, or it won’t matter.
Supposing there are such people, we don’t want them getting elected to presidencies, or prime ministries, then overriding all laws and principles that put aside present glut for the future sakes of those who will outlive them. Anyway. In 2016, rallying in Iowa, the president of the United States said this about Kim Jong-un: “It’s incredible. He wiped out his uncle, he wiped out this one, that one. This guy doesn’t play games.”
As the story has it, Trump was presented some days back, at his private home/resort in Florida, with military options in retaliation for an American death in Iraq. Did his advisors take into account the possibility their “commander” might be envious of dictatorial leaders’ fiat for ordering deaths; that he might see this as a status symbol? At any rate, the president himself has since invoked the 1979 hostage crisis, and attached a mystical numerism to it, using Twitter to threaten 52 Iranian sites, one for each hostage. As he makes the suggestion himself, the Iranian government may take him up on it…they seemed to understand last time that human shielding puts an opponent over the barrel. (Also, this threat raises the possibility that our European allies might have to side with Iran to prevent the destruction of World Heritage sites.)
The thread that runs consistently through Trump’s actions seems his wish to be a hero…a head on the body of Rambo, no less. When he negotiated in 2017 for the release of Otto Warmbier, it was widely speculated he had paid a ransom, 2 million dollars, despite denials and the money being pegged as payment for Warmbier’s medical bills. Maybe, as the 2020 election draws near, and his successor seems better placed to end the trouble, he will pay a ransom to Iran—in this completely speculative, made-up scenario.
Where there’s smoke
A word on the cataclysmic fires in Australia. Recovery and restoration will be hugely expensive. Should Australians want their taxes raised to help pay for this? Conservatives have used deficit spending as a way of supplying needed programs to their nations with the illusion that these programs don’t cost what they really do. And what is money borrowed on? The promise of future revenue. Does that fact produce an ironic impetus for Scott Morrison and his coal party?
As of 2020, Torsade will be six years old. Every new year I like to thank my readers, those who follow, and those who stop by! In 2019, I published my fourth book of poetry, Rattus, and took the Are You pieces off the blog to shape them up for publishing. They can all be found on Amazon. I have one more, Are You Loveable, a novella combined with two short stories, that will go out this month. My projects for 2020 are to publish Sequence of Events, soon to come off the blog, and to publish A Figure from the Common Lot, Books One and Two, separately. Not the way I wanted to format my novel, if it were easy to get a traditional publisher, but as an editing job for me alone, the project is too big for one volume.
Now…on Monday, the fifth Mr. Boots poem, “The Cleaner Fish and the Dust Mite”, the despised citizen of the fish tank learning there are others lower than himself. Tuesday’s Impresario was part twenty-two, in which Boniface witnesses a dire event. Wednesday, a new Totem-Maker, with the character first becoming acquainted with the Seeds. On Thursday, Frédéric Boutet’s “Memory”, a second in the blackmail series, about a comfortable bourgeois couple with a secret past. Friday, a new poem in the Jumping Off series, “Aground”. Saturday, a new Assorted Opinion, on grappling with plastic.
Images on my posts often have a link to related information (click first image), sometimes serious, sometimes whimsical, sometimes in answer to a direct reference. Since people can be leery about links, I include them here: what they are, what sites they point to.
My Blog Week: December 29 to January 4