Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Having Fun Again

 The power has been on for over a day now, and the seriousness of the situation has abated significantly. Today I’m having a fun time again.

Darlene had a doctor’s appointment this morning. Even though it has been snowing all night, we have only 5” on the ground. We decided I would drive her to town. We were almost the only vehicle on the road.


At 9:00 AM there were no snowplows out, even on the highway. The little Mazda was dragging bottom badly, and in some places plowing and pushing the snow in front, but as long as I can maintain momentum we move along just fine. The snow is fine, hard frozen powder and is easy to push away, even with the ice sheet on the road surface underneath.


I had to back up and punch through the ridge of snow on the side of the highway, but once I got out on the highway I was able to get up to 55 or 60  on the hard ice and packed snow. There were no other cars around, so stopping distance was infinite. 


When I got to town, the snow ridges were much higher between lanes, and especially in the median. When coming into Durant on West Main St, it is necessary to make a U-turn through the break in the median to turn north onto Westside St., since the freeway ramp offset the road by a couple of hundred feet.


Now we were in traffic, and several were waiting at the traffic light as I approached. The green arrow came on, so I held my speed up to conserve momentum to turn through the median for the U-turn. Sure enough, the deep snow caused my front wheels to skid wide on the U-turn, and it looked like we might hit the ditch. 


Knowing the brakes wouldn’t help me, I grabbed the parking brake lever, held down the button and pulled up hard as I added a little power to the front wheels. Wheeee! The back wheels broke loose and made a beautiful circle around the front wheels. I let off the hand brake, steered back to the right and caught the lane perfectly and drove on down to turn right on Westside St.  Back when I was a teenager in California, we called this maneuver a Brody. Great fun!


I bet those people waiting at the light thought there was some crazy teenager at the wheel. Worse! Some old white haired codger reliving his youth with a wicked grin on his face.


We weren’t too surprised to find the doctor’s office closed and dark. Both Texas and Oklahoma are having rolling blackouts because they are not equipped to handle this kind of weather. Even if they had snowplows, they can’t plow the city streets because they would remove thousand of raised reflective lane markers on the streets. The only snow removal equipment we saw was a road grader out on highway 70 slowly peeling packed snow off the right lane. If he doesn’t get some help, we might get the highway plowed by March.


So we turned back and went back home. The only trouble was at that stoplight by Walmart in the middle of the banked curve. Last time there was a pickup stranded there, but it was clear when I arrived today. Unfortunately the red light lasts about two minutes, and I couldn’t drive slow enough to avoid having to stop and wait. 


When the light turned green, I had to turn to the right and slowly crawl the tires up the bank and across the intersection until I could get a little speed going and find enough traction to continue forward. 


For the life of me I don’t understand why they piled up a tall bank of soil to create a banked curve, forcing side roads to climb a hill to get up to the highway, and then put a stop light right in the middle of the curve. It is so dangerous that trucks are prohibited from turning left onto the highway from the north, because the sudden banked slope tips them over if they are the least bit heavy or fast. Years ago I made this same turn in my RV and dumped all the dishes out of the upper cupboards.


The logical solution would be to tear out the whole intersection and lower the grade about 15 feet, make the curve flat (It’s not that sharp a curve) and allow side traffic to approach on the level. Today, I suspect it would be impossible to climb up out of the What-a-Burger driveway, and difficult to get up the slope from Walmart with out chaining up or have studded tires on a four wheeler. 


Well, I guess that’s enough fixing all that is wrong with the world. We continued on back to the house with no further trouble, as there still were no cars on the road besides us. 


We are snug inside the house again, hoping the electricity hangs on for the next week or so. 


Today was fun, reminding me of younger days in Colorado and Northern Nevada. I got to practice some of the tricks I learned the hard way in colder climes. If you want to hear a long tale, ask me about how many ways I have been stuck and had to winch out, jack out or dig out.


It took me years to convince my wife Carolyn that the whole fun of four wheeling is to see how far from home you can get stuck!


The Big Chill

 It’s not funny anymore! Things got serious here last night. 

About seven PM the lights went out and the furnace, of course, shut down. We already had the water trickling in the kitchen sink because the pipes run along the west side of this house, just inside the skirting.


The skirting is fairly substantial, with rocks grouted to the bottom of the house all the way around, and the hot water heater is at one end of the house, and the kitchen sink is at the other end, so a trickle of hot water will keep all the pipes toasty - as long as the electric hot water heater has electricity.


We heat this house with propane, and I just put 300 gallons in the tank last week, so that isn’t the problem. The heat from the fire is distributed through the house by an electric fan, and we soon started feeling the cold coming through the walls. 


I have a small tailgate generator in the garage, but I can’t find the amperage rating on the fan motor. One of my plans for the future is to hook up that generator and see if it can handle the load. If not, I may have to buy a bigger one. If I hard wire a double pole/double throw switch to an outside receptacle, I could keep just the furnace alive without electrocuting any linemen working on the service feed outside. 


I’ll have to check with a licensed electrician before I make that move. 


I called the emergency hotline to the power company, and I listened to a recorded message telling me that there was trouble in the Kirsey switchyard and they had people working on restoring power, but no estimate on when they would get the power back on. 


When the power dropped out, it tried to reclose three times, but popped open immediately, as if it was a dead short to ground somewhere. No wind was blowing, and no ice was building up on the trees or wires, so I was baffled as to the cause of the outage.


There were two brief minutes of power about two hours later, but the lights went back out within a minute, leaving us in the dark. I went out to the motor home and retrieved a battery powered lantern with LED lights, which will make light for 20 hours or so.

We sat in the dim light getting colder and colder until about five hours had passed and we were beginning to shiver. Wilma, my sister-in-law, had offered us a warm place to stay the night if the power didn’t come back on, and the power company still had no estimate on power coming back.


The hot water trickle in the kitchen sink was slowly going cold as the water heater filled with cold water. It was near midnight when we decided it was time to abandon the house. I retrieved a couple of bottles of alcohol that Darlene had just bought, and I poured a full bottle of each in the toilet bowls for antifreeze, made sure the water was still trickling in the kitchen sink, just hoping that circulating water at ground temperature might prevent a total freeze up.


We drove over to Wilma’s house and woke her up. She graciously offered us couches and recliners and blankets for the night. I went to sleep in a recliner with ugly thoughts of busted pipes and water spraying all over the house when the power came back on and thawed the pipes.


When I awoke at about eight AM I called the power company again and instead of the recorded message, I was surprised to hear an actual live person. She could not tell me about the outage status, but she took down my number if they needed to contact me.


Darlene and I drove back out to the house at 10 AM and were thrilled to see the power was back on in the house. The water was still trickling in the kitchen sink, and I opened and purged every faucet in the house - no ice found - and both toilets were intact and functional. 


The time on the electric range was 6:00, so I know the power came on six hours earlier, at about 4:20 AM. That’s about nine hours and twenty minutes chilling in the dark.


We drove back to Wilma’s house and got Poppy, Darlene’s dog, and also her cell phone. The roads are snow packed and rutted, so we dragged the bottom of the car in town, which had not seen a snow plow yet. 


Wilma’s house is on the other side of a creek (bayou) with a steep grade on both sides, so getting across involved a lot of momentum, because with packed snow and ice there was no traction. I measured the south slope a year ago when I was installing a gate next to the road, and found it’s a 13 1/2 % slope.


Last night on the way into town a tow truck was extricating a small sedan out of the median that had slid off the road near Walmart. This morning there was white Ford pickup in the same spot with his flashers going, because when he tried to move on the banked curve, it just slid sideways toward the median. There is a banked curve there, with a stop light in the middle of the curve. Somebody needs to send a traffic engineer back to school. If you are required to stop halfway around a curve, they should not bank the curve.


I pulled around the pickup when he stopped sliding, and had no trouble on the rest of the trip home. Everybody here likes pickups, but when the roads are icy there is nothing more helpless than an empty pickup. All the weight is at the front and all the wheels pushing are at the other end in the back.


So this morning I’m proud of my little Mazda3. It went everywhere I needed to drive in the ice and snow, and drove around several other cars and pickups with no trouble at all. I’m pretty proud of this old house, too. It came through the freeze up with no damage at all to the piping anywhere. 


I’m ready for a hot shower now.

Friday, January 22, 2021

Islam and its relationship to Christianity and Judaism

 Islam and its relationship to Christianity and Judaism.


I have a friend, who since the election, has gone over to the dark side. She has rejected the freedom for all religions to worship in this country as they wish, and has become very anti-Muslim, even to complaining about Muslims and other religions giving prayers in our capitol.


If she was arguing that all religious observances and prayers have no place in our official government meeting places, I would agree, but that horse left the barn ages ago. She is convinced that this is a Christian nation, even though the Constitution makes no reference to Christianity or Jesus. And she is ignorant of the intentions of the founding fathers in creating a secular, free country where all may observe their religious rites (rights?) equally.


She shares the beliefs of most fundamental Christians that somehow Islam is a different, opposing religion. They don’t realize that Islam is one of the three Abrahamic religions, along with Judaism and Christianity. 


The Koran brings Islam even closer to Christianity than Judaism, because in that book, Jesus is recognized as one of the greatest of prophets. The Koran has a whole chapter on Mary and the Virgin Birth of Jesus. Moslems believe Jesus was a Messiah, just not the Son of God. The fundamental belief of Islam is that there is only ONE God, and Mohammed is His prophet.


One of the things that puzzles me after many years of studying the early Christian writings, is how the Catholic Church decided to put the book of James in the Christian Bible. To me, James is the crossover book that bridges the beliefs of Islam and Christianity. 


The 27 books in our New Testament were first proposed by Bishop Athenasius of Alexandria, Egypt, in 325 A.D. at the Council of Nicaea, called for by Constantine, the first Roman Emperor to claim Christianity.


The list of books wasn’t finalized until over seventy years later. Meanwhile, some objected to including the book of James, precisely because there was no mention of Jesus as the Son of God, or of his redemptive death on the cross for our sins, although there are a lot of words about sinning. But in the end James was accepted into the canon. 


In the centuries leading up to the Carthaginian Councils, some prelates objected to the Revelation of John as being too hard to understand. At the time it was interpreted to refer to Nero or Herod Antipas. Since then every generation has found its own Anti-Christs and Beasts. Some wanted to leave it out and insert The Shepherd of Hermes instead. I think that might have been a good idea.


The final list of approved books in the New Testament wasn’t done until about four hundred years after the crucifixion. Following are excerpts from the records:


“Councils were nowhere more frequently called in the Primitive Times than in Africa. In the year 418–19, all canons formerly made in sixteen councils held at Carthage, one at Milevis, one at Hippo, that were approved of, were read, and received a new sanction from a great number of bishops, then met in synod at Carthage. This Collection is the Code of the African Church, which was always in greatest repute in all Churches next after the Code of the Universal Church. 


The Canon approved by the third Synod of Carthage (397 CE)


The first council that accepted the present New Testament canon was the Synod of Hippo Regius in North Africa (393 CE): however, the acts of the Council are lost. A brief summary of the acts was read at and accepted by the third Synod of Carthage.


Canon XXIV. Besides the canonical Scriptures, nothing shall be read in church under the name of divine Scriptures. Moreover, the Canonical Scriptures are these: [then follows a list of Old Testament books]. The [books of the] New Testament: 

the Gospels, four books;

The Acts of the Apostles, one book;

The Epistles of Paul, thirteen;

Of the Same to the Hebrews, one epistle;

Of Peter, two;

Of John, apostle, three;

Of James, one;

Of Jude, one;

The Revelation of John.


Concerning the confirmation of this canon, the transmarine Church shall be consulted. On the anniversaries of martyrs, their acts shall also be read.


(The transmarine church is the Church in Rome, across the Mediterranean Sea, which still had to approve the acts of the African church Synod, which was not always a given. D.V. Rogers)


Note that Hebrews is listed separately from the other 13 epistles.


According to Zahn, in 419 another Synod held at Carthage gave the concluding words in the following form:

Fourteen epistles of Paul…

The Revelation of John, one book. 

Let this be sent to our brother and fellow Bishop,  Boniface [of Rome], and to the other bishops of those parts, that they may confirm this canon, for these are the things that we have received from our fathers to be read in church.


One thing few modern day Christians realize, is that after the crucifixion, there was not one unified church with just one set of doctrines. When I was younger, I wished I could go back and find out what the original apostles believed. That is what led to my obsession with the early church and everything that was written in the first four hundred years or so of the church history.


 In their choice of books the Catholic Church, in an attempt to make it seem as though it had always been one church, declared all other groups of Christians as heretics, banning their scriptures and persecuting those who persisted in other interpretations of Jesus’ message. But even in the New Testament, the differences are apparent.


For instance, some thought Jesus was a physical human being with a physical body. Some were sure he was a spirit, of divine and not human nature. So included in the canon is the story of Thomas, who doubted the real body of Jesus and was asked to touch his side to prove he was really flesh and blood.


Those two beliefs persisted, and became branches of the early Christian church. For those who believed he was a flesh and blood human, who suffered on the cross in agony, there was Matthew’s Gospel, which says he said, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” And then when he had cried aloud again, he died.


For those who believed he was composed of divine spirit, and felt no pain, there was John’s Gospel. First he took care of business, telling John to take care of his mother. Then Jesus, noting it was time to fulfill the prophecy, said, ”I’m thirsty.” They gave him vinegar on a sponge, and then he simply said, “It is finished!” And he died. No sign of pain at all. 


The followers of Marcion taught that the real Jesus was up above the scene somewhere laughing at the presumption of mere men thinking they could kill God.


The most telling evidence of the controversy in the early church is hinted at in Acts of the Apostles, chapter 15. 


“And certain men which came down from Judea taught the brethren. “Unless you are circumcised as Moses taught, you can’t be saved!”

When therefore, Paul and Barnabas had no small dissension and disputation with them, they determined that Paul and Barnabas, and certain other of them, should go up to Jerusalem unto the apostles and elders about this question.”


This was not just about circumcision - this is about Moses’ teachings. James’ church in Jerusalem was Jewish in all respects. In order to join the Christian church in Jerusalem, you had to become a Jew. You had to keep all the Mosaic laws, including those related to food. You also had to believe in one God, our Father, as Jesus taught in the Lord’s Prayer. But you could not be a Jew and believe that Jesus was “The Son of God.” 


Just as Moslems believe today, James’ church believed that Jesus was a great prophet, Lord, and Messiah, but not God.


Paul, on the other hand, was teaching a new religion. Jesus was the Son of God and came down to earth to pay for all the sins of men, and allow them to be saved without keeping the laws of Moses perfectly. God’s love and grace covers all those who accept his sacrifice, and you were no longer in bondage to the old Jewish laws. 


“Knowing that a man is not justified by the works of the law, but by the faith in Jesus Christ…and not by the works of the law: for by the works of the law shall no flesh be justified.” Galations 2:16


“Owe no man anything, but to love one another: for he that loves another has fulfilled the law.” …”Love works no ill to his neighbor: therefore love is the fulfilling of the law.”

Romans 13:8,10.


“And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profits me nothing.” “And now abides faith, hope, and love, these three: but the greatest of these is love.”  ! Corinthians 13: 3, 13.


“For all the law is fulfilled in one word, thusly: You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” “But if you are led by the Spirit, you are not under the law.” Galations 5:14, 18


James and Paul argued about this for all the rest of their lives. As noted in Acts 15, they came to a compromise where Paul’s Gentile and Greek converts didn’t have to be circumcised to remain Christians, but the rule still applied to the Jews in Judea, where James’ churches were. 


Peter, who lived in the town of Capernaum, in Galilee, seemed to try to have it both ways. When he came up to Antioch to see Paul, he dispensed with the Jewish dietary rules when with Gentiles, but when others came up from Jerusalem, he went back to following the Jewish rules. Paul called him out for his hypocrisy. In Galations, chapter 2 verse 11, Paul says he got right up in his face!


James makes it plain that keeping the law was essential to being a Christian. And he makes it plain that he is talking about the law of Moses.


“If ye fulfill the royal law according to the scripture, ‘Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself, you do well.”


“For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all. For he that said, “Do not commit adultery” said also,”Do not kill. Now if you commit no adultery, but you kill, you have become a transgressor of the law.” James 2:8, 10, 11.


In verse 19, James asserts his monotheism: “You believe that there is one God; you do well. The devils also believe, and tremble.”


In verse 20, James is vehement - “But will you know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead?” Want to take a guess who the vain man is that James is referring to?


In their lifetimes, Every time that Paul went to Jerusalem to argue with James, he seems to have lost. Even when he took lots of cash to the Jerusalem church, they still could not find agreement. Eventually the record shows the Jews were about to stone him to death, and he appealed to Caesar, being a Roman citizen, and they sent him to Rome as a prisoner. Those Jews who sent him just might have been James’ Christian/Jews.


Peter was already in Rome, as a missionary. In about 67 CE both were executed by Nero, who claimed the Christians set the fire that burned Rome.


So how did we get to the modern era, where Christian churches still have that argument going about faith and works?


James’ churches near Jerusalem were destroyed and annihilated in 70-72 CE by the Roman army of Titus. All Jews in and around the city were carved and sliced to pieces until the streets of Jerusalem were awash in blood, according to Josephus. The Roman army even attacked Jews at Masada, near the Dead Sea, and kept a siege going until they all killed themselves.


What few of his followers escaped went to the east, through Petra in Jordan, and on into Arabia. A few hundred years later a new religion appeared there, led by a prophet named Mohammed, with beliefs that strongly resemble those of the Christian Jews from Jerusalem. 


Islam believes in all the Old Testament prophets, including Adam, Noah, Abraham, Isaiah and Jesus, with Mohammed the last, most important, one. They still keep the dietary laws as the Jews do, except the Arabic term is Halal, rather than Kosher. And there are strict laws which they must follow in order to be faithful Muslims.


Paul’s churches, on the other hand, continued to thrive and expand throughout the Roman world. They had the advantage of Paul’s writings, which were copied and read in every church. Peter and John were illiterate fishermen, and the books attributed to them were written by close friends or followers, scribes probably. Half of the books that became the New Testament were attributed to Paul. His ideas on religion became the rule.


I find that ironic, since the Catholic Church claims Peter as its founder and first apostle. Paul is the one who preached Christ’s death on the cross and his redemption for our sins. Grace is a Pauline concept.


But the Catholic Church tried to make it all fit when they chose the books to make the New Testament. They needed James to make it necessary to do good works to be in the church, such as doing penance, paying into the church treasury, and helping build large buildings.

 

They also needed the vision of Christ on the cross from Paul, to give people hope, and to keep people believing that his grace and forgiveness could be found in the Catholic Church, with the help of the priests.


They also ruled that gospels and epistles that implied that one could find his own salvation without the church, as a group called Gnostics believed, were heretical and those books should be destroyed. 


Luckily for us, when Bishop Athenasius sent those orders out to the churches in Egypt, one church near a town called Nag Hamadi chose to pile those books in a tall jar and bury it in a cliff near the Nile River. They were found by local people in 1945 and eventually found their way out to the world where we could read them and discover what some of the other Christian churches believed.


There is also an intriguing book called the Gospel of Barnabas, which is of Muslim origin from about the eighth century, which has this quote from its introductory chapter:


“Dearly beloved the great and wonderful God hath during these past days visited us by his prophet Jesus Christ in great mercy of teaching and miracles, by reason whereof many, being deceived of Satan, under presence of piety, are preaching most impious doctrine, calling Jesus son of God, repudiating the circumcision ordained of God for ever, and permitting every unclean meat: among whom also Paul hath been deceived, whereof I speak not without grief; for which cause I am writing that truth which I have seen and heard, in the intercourse that I have had with Jesus, in order that ye may be saved, and not be deceived of Satan and perish in the judgment of God. Therefore beware of every one that preacheth unto you new doctrine contrary to that which I write, that ye may be saved eternally.”

— Introduction to the Gospel of Barnabas 


The author is unknown, (we know it wasn’t Barnabas, since he died on the isle of Cyprus a couple of years before Paul died in Rome), but the text pretty well sums up the beliefs of the Judean Jamesian Christians and their disputation with Paul. If this is true, it corroborates the text in Galations 2:13, which implies that Barnabas reverted to the beliefs of the Jews from Jerusalem.


So, in conclusion, (I could write a book on the Marcionites, Valentinians and other Gnostics, etc. but I’ll leave those for another day) anyone who believes that Islam doesn’t belong with Christianity and Judaism as the three Abrahamic religions, and somehow worships a different God, needs to go back to their studies again.


If Christians can give prayers in our national capitol, then Jews and Moslems should have the same rights. Maybe even Hindus, Sikhs, or Pastafarians! It’s a free country, isn’t it?







Friday, December 11, 2020

The End of Democracy


 “Never give a sucker an even break!”

“There’s a sucker born every minute!”

“The rich get richer and the poor get poorer!”

“Nice place you got here. Too bad if something was to happen to it!”


“We’ve been trying to notify you your extended warranty is about to expire.”


“If you want to be rich you have to work harder!”


“Greed is good. We need more greed!”


“Survival of the fittest!”


“If you need insulin to stay alive, It’s going to cost $960 a month.”


“No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public.” - H.L. Menken


These are the mottos, the bywords, of capitalism.


All through my school years they taught me about the wonderfulness of capitalism, contrasted with the awful horrors of socialism.


Now at 78 years old, and seeing the end of democracy in our country, brought on by capitalists who value money more than people, I believe I was filled and fooled by propaganda.


I was fooled by the time in which I grew up, when the country was benefiting from FDR’s New Deal. They told me it was capitalism, but they were wrong. Then it was highly taxed and tightly regulated capitalism, with a lot of socialism thrown in to keep the country from embracing Russian style Communism.


Social Security, Rural electrification programs, unemployment insurance, Government work programs, and free high schools were all part of the socialist additions to capitalism to ameliorate the brutality of Darwinian “dog eat dog” market forces.


Capitalists were held in check seventy years ago with marginal tax rates above 90% and strict anti monopoly laws to prevent corporations from gaining too much power over the people. Unions were given the right to organize and collectively bargain with employers, which raised wages to a level with which one person could raise a family.


We now approach the end of the capitalist cycle, where a few of the most avaricious people gather most of the money, and the rest of the country descends into abject poverty. It has happened in scores of other countries to our south, and now it is our turn. Where hope fades, democracy dies.


Leaders of both Democratic and Republican parties have abandoned the working class, and are actively threatening Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, unemployment insurance, and any other programs that might benefit any but the elite rich. 


In order to prevent the mass of people from rising up and killing the rich people, the government will by necessity have to become more militantly aggressive and authoritarian. 


A huge part of the problem is schools have been “dumbed down” so that supposedly educated people are no longer capable of sorting facts from fiction. The elite rich have taken over radio and TV and much of “social media” and now there is a constant stream of “alternative facts” and outright lies. Reagan got rid of that old rule years ago that required broadcast facilities to put out “fair and balanced” news.


I astounds me to know that about half of our population is convinced that vaccinations are “bad” things. Do schools even mention such names as Jenner, Salk, Sabin, Cox, or Pasteur any more? To produce such abysmal ignorance, our school system must have seriously missed the boat somehow. It makes me wonder if it was intentional.


It looks to me as if we have four more years of government stasis, in which millions more will become discouraged, despondent, and enraged. 


To see our future, we just need to look to Guatemala, or El Salvador. Or Peru, or Venezuela, or Bolivia.  We made those countries the way they are. Every time the people try to take power, we try to find a military general we can push in there to smash down the populist rebellion with soldiers. 


Our chickens may be on their way home to roost.  

Thursday, November 5, 2020

Election Day 2020

 Election Day 2020


It was still dark at five o’clock on election day as I quickly combed my hair, shaved and grabbed a bite of breakfast. My car started up and soon settled down to a fast idle speed as the engine warmed for a few seconds.


I backed out of the driveway and drove into the town of Mead, OK, where I was scheduled to work at the polling place for Precinct 25 in Bryan County this day. 


About halfway to town, I noticed a slight pull to the left and then my low tire alarm came on. I was just a couple of blocks from my destination, so I rocked the steering wheel to make sure there was still enough air to get me in the parking lot without rolling on the rim. After I stopped and looked at the tire, it didn’t look low at all, but I knew it would be flat when the day was over.


This year I requested a mail-in ballot due to COVID-19 concerns. When it arrived, I had other concerns about the attacks on the post office efficiency, so I took it into the Election Board office the first day that was allowed.


 I had voted the ballot, sealed it in the white ballot envelope, signed the Yellow Affidavit envelope and attached a photocopy of my OK Voter ID to the outside of that envelope, put the ballot envelope inside the Affidavit envelope, and then inserted those envelopes into the return envelope provided. 


The instructions were not easy to follow, as they were on three separate pieces of paper, some white and some orange. Nowhere was there a bullet list of the instructions and proper procedures to meet the detailed requirements of voting by mail. I am afraid many ballots may be thrown out due to failure to follow the instructions to the letter.


Not that it matters much in this state. I’m in Oklahoma, reddest of the red states.


When I turned in my ballot at the Election Board, I also volunteered to work at a polling place it they needed me. I have over ten years experience  as a poll worker in Nevada, I told the woman behind the desk. She almost laughed!


“Boy, do we need workers!” she said. ”A lot of our regulars can’t do it this year. They’re all getting too old.” She swiftly got me a form to sign up, and asked me if I had a car and could drive to any polling place. I said yes, so she gave me my first assignment in the town of Colbert, about ten miles south of Durant.


I asked if the regular poll worker had decided not to work this year because of COVID-19. She said, ”No, she died of the virus two days ago.”

She asked again if I was still sure I wanted to be a poll worker, and I told her sure, I’ll risk it.


I’m 78 years old, I’ve had a marvelous life - most of those years with a wife that loved me greatly. She died two years ago with Alzheimer’s disease, but we shared many pleasant times exploring the country and taking care of each other. If I die tomorrow, it’s been a hoot!


A week later, the lady from the Election Board called me up and moved me to Kiamichi Tech Center, near the Durant Airport. She asked if that was OK, and I said sure. I know right where that is. I’ve flown into the Durant airport many times on family reunions here. And it’s a little closer than Colbert.


After about a week, I got another phone call from the Election Board. She wants me to work at the polling place in Mead, OK, just a couple of miles from my house. It’s at the Baptist Church on Main street, Hwy 70.


After I agreed, she called Jean, the lady that has been working that poll place for years, and we introduced ourselves, and looked forward to working together on election day, starting at six in the morning, so we could set up and get ready for opening at seven.


I helped carry some of the boxes of voting material inside, and since I was now a Judge, my job was to check for valid ID, and look up their name in the big book of registered voters, and have them sign in. No signature for comparison as in Nevada - this was just to ensure you only vote once. 


Once they have been found in the book and signed in, I direct them to the next person, who hands them the paper ballot, and instructs them on how to mark the ballot properly, by filling in the box beside your choice. No check marks - no exxes. The ballots are fed into a scanning machine to be counted, and it is critical that the box looks black to the machine.


From seven until seven I checked IDs and found the names for over 790 voters. As the day wore on, the book loosened up, and I got familiar with about where the alphabetical names were located, and it got faster and easier. Except that sometimes my eyes would glaze over, I guess, I couldn’t see the name right there in front of me. A couple of times the voter would point to their name as I scanned the page, so I thanked them profusely for the help. Several people thanked me for volunteering to do this. It’s amazing how good a simple thank you makes you feel. 


I also had some that had to remove their hats, cover their shirt with a coat, or turn their tee shirt inside out before they could vote. The rule is campaigning is over, this is a voting place, and no candidate  or party name are allowed within 300 feet of the polling place. Most of them complied without too much grumbling.


As for IDs, that was interesting, to say the least. I had already studied the list of acceptable IDs, which included valid driver’s licenses, Voter ID cards (best), University student ID, (must be from a state school), Firearm Permits issued by OK. Two people used their Choctaw Tribal ID card. I also had two Passports and one Oklahoma Medical Marijuana card with a picture on it, which seemed good to me.


We only had two or three people of color that showed up to vote. That is to be expected in Mead, where there are few of them living out here. In Colbert I bet there were many more, since that town was largely populated by black people when Durant warned them to be out of town by sundown sixty years ago. Colbert was close to the Red River, where they could support themselves by fishing and hunting if nobody would hire them.


That is the only problem I have with the voter ID requirement. If you are black, over sixty years old, and can’t drive anymore, it will be almost impossible to get a valid ID, since when they were born, the white hospitals wouldn’t allow a black to enter, so subsequently most black babies were born at home, many with no record of birth or government certificate. How do you prove citizenship? You can’t, even though everybody knows you’ve lived in Bryan County, Oklahoma, all your life.


At the polling place, a line was already formed before we opened the polls, and the line went around the block and across the street at one point. There was not a break in the line of voters until late in the afternoon. We covered each other, for quick bathroom breaks during the day. One of the workers brought in a crock pot of black eyed peas and vegetables, so we all got to break for a quick lunch, one at a time. It was a delicious break at noon. 


That was probably the first time anybody saw my face, since we all wore face coverings all day. 


After we closed the polls at seven it took almost an hour before the last voter got his ballot completed and scanned, and we picked up the voting materials, boxed and sealed the ballots from under the scanning machine, and took down the signs we had posted on the wall for voter directions. 


It was late and dark, and my tire was now completely flat. But I always carry a small 12 volt air compressor in the trunk. (That’s from many years of living far from town in the Nevada desert.) So I hooked it up and stood there waiting for the tire in inflate, and talked to the pastor of the Baptist Church, who was very friendly. He explained that the old voting place was old and small, completely inadequate, and he convinced them to use the back rooms of his church. It worked well.


As far as separation of church and state issues go, he didn’t offer any prayers or curses, and I didn’t even see an invitation to come to church on Sunday, so I guess we’re all good. In Nevada, it’s all done in schools or convention centers.


When I had 25 lbs. of air in the tire, I disconnected and drove home. I went to bed and slept like a log. 


I got up late, did not turn on the radio, and did not turn on the TV. There will be no change in my life no matter who wins the election. There will be no help with medical bills or drugs, and life will go on for me as it did before. 


I’m checking my temperature morning and evening, and I’m still running low, so far. 


It’s been a good week. 




 






 

Monday, November 2, 2020

Trump missed his chance

 I have been reading an article in the November 2nd New Yorker magazine entitled “The After-Party.” The author is Nicholas Lemann, and it is an in depth survey of the two political parties in the US. 


He discusses the big switch in sides, which he calls the Reversal. For one hundred years or more, the Democrats were the party of the working class and the poor, and the Republican party was the party for business, bankers, and rich owners of industry.


Since Trump took over the Republican party, the working class has become solidly Republican, due to the policies Trump espoused, such as trade protectionism, border protection, and opposition to “Obamacare.”


He has been unwilling or unable to follow through on many of those promises, even though he has the old business wing of the Republican party thoroughly cowed into disavowing the old GOP platform. The only Republican platform this year is whatever Trump wants.


Meanwhile, The Democrats, having learned nothing from the last election, have lost the working class. They are now all in for helping loan companies screw students if they need money to go to college, all in for bailing out bankers who want to foreclose and evict homeowners who run short on the mortgage payment, and especially all in for pharmaceutical companies screwing people with chronic needs and medical insurance companies extorting people who need medical care.


It occurred to me that here’s where Trump missed his chance. For one time in US history, all the indications were in his favor, and he was too ignorant to do it.


In 2001, Congress passed the PATRIOT ACT, which cedes total power to the president if he declares a national emergency. He can use Executive Decrees to enact any policies he deems necessary to fight the War.


What War? Why, the War on COVID-19. When this country was first attacked by the virus, rather than ignore it or downplay it, he could have declared war on the pandemic, and immediately committed government money to pay for all medical care for everybody in the country, in exchange for some temporary distancing measures and mask requirements. The pandemic could have been stopped, just as they did in Taiwan and New Zealand, and then he could have kept his promise to replace “Obamacare” with a better plan that covered everybody.


Trump’s base would have accepted the restrictions, for the most part, because their own beloved president would be showing leadership such as we haven’t seen since Franklin Roosevelt instituted Social Security back in 1935.


Those other Republicans are so afraid of Trump, they would have enthusiastically caved to his demands, just as they have on all the other old GOP policies. They don’t care about those policies - they just want to win!


Millions of Independents and populist Democrats would have swung to Trump as someone who finally felt their pain and was actually doing something for them, other than empty promises. 


I truly believe if he had used the pandemic to solve the problems with medical access in this country, he would have easily won a second, or even a third or fourth term, just as Franklin D. Roosevelt did. 


If Trump loses, he has only himself to blame. He had his one chance to follow through on at least one campaign promise, and he blew it. 


If Biden wins, and continues the previous Democrat strategy for siding with Wall Street crooks against the working class and poor people, then the election in 2024 will be a Republican blowout, if they can find somebody with the political instincts of Trump combined with the smarts to understand the populist wave that is still building in this country. 


Saturday, October 24, 2020

Perceptions and Expectations

 Perceptions and Expectations

Oct 24, 2020


This week has been one of the most stressful in my life. Last weekend I spent many hours and drove many miles to help my daughter get a vital prescription she needs for bipolar disorder.


She was totally out, and sudden withdrawal could lead to psychosis, so our first stop was the ER, since I didn’t find out until after drugstores closed on Friday night. They gave her an immediate dose and a prescription for more in the following weekend. 


On Monday she filled her monthly prescription at the Choctaw Clinic here in Durant, OK. I thought we were done with the crisis for now. 


Then she called me to say her electric power was cut off due to non payment. She was out of money due to her trip last month take care of her father while she thought he was going to have a hospital stay due to a blood pressure spike. Yes, she has two fathers. More on that later.


Turns out the power bill was for two months plus restoration fees. Over $395. 


She can’t drive, due to her vision, and even though she passed the test for certification as a CNA, public transport is shut down due to COVID-19 and she obviously can’t afford to take a taxi every day to work.


So, after contemplating solutions to her problems making her tiny little monthly check stretch to cover her expenses, I finally came to the conclusion that living alone in an apartment in town is driving her crazy.


I have a guest bedroom and another bathroom in this house, and we started moving her into the other side of the house yesterday. 


The inevitable question is, “Why didn’t you do that sooner?”


That is where perceptions and expectations rear their ugly head.


I married Darlene’s mother Carolyn when Darlene was eight years old. So yeah, I’m her stepfather, with all the baggage that comes with that appellation. I have been made aware of the reputation that some stepfathers have created, and have gone out of my way all my life, all of the nearly fifty years I was married to Carolyn, to not even allow the appearance of impropriety to intrude on our relationship as daughter and dad. 


I am afraid that many times I held back from a hug that I now know she needed. 


And yet there are those who see evil where there is none, and spread suspicious rumors anyway.


I used to say I don’t care what other people think. That’s not entirely true.

I care when it causes trouble and pain to those I love and care about.


Part of the perception is that I am open about not believing in an external God up there somewhere keeping track of my sins. Allow me to explain.


I believe God is in me. If I am true to my God, I will have love for everyone, and do harm to no one. 


I like the words of the Gospel of Thomas verse 3, 

If those who lead you say, “Look, the kingdom is in heaven,” then the birds of heaven will precede you. If they say, “It is in the sea,” then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom is within you and outside you. When you know yourselves, you will be known, and you will know you are children of the living Father. But if you do not know yourselves, you live in poverty, and you yourselves are the poverty.”


Verse 113 says:

“His disciples said to him, “When will the kingdom come?”

He said, “It will not come when it is expected. They will not say, “Look here!” or Look there!” Rather the kingdom of the Father is spread out on the earth and people do not see it.”


That is not in the New Testament, but it should be. The Gospel of Thomas was written about the same time as Revelation, but when the Catholic Church chose which books would be included in the Bible around 400 A.D, they left this one out. The priests and bishops wanted you to depend on the church, not yourself, for salvation.


I have been practicing Buddhism since I was in Japan (Okinawa) in 1966. It is the study of finding the right path that leads away from pain and suffering and to peace and knowledge. I find immense comfort in knowing that it is all up to me to pick the right path. 


I don’t worry that someone up there in the sky is going to punish me for my sins. I don’t need to worry that the sheriff is going to haul me away to jail for anything I do. My only fear is that I will not live up to my own expectations of who I am.


So Darlene will be sharing this house with me from now on, it seems. It will save her a lot of rent on that lonely apartment in town, and the high utility bills there. She will also get free WiFi out here, such as it is. We may have to take turns online through that narrow satellite broadband.


I will save many gallons of gasoline every month I don’t have to drive into Durant and back. That’s fifteen miles round trip each time I do that. 


As she visits her sister and other dad in Texas, the trips will start in Mead, OK, which will save time and gas, also. 


Carolyn and I tried to tell Darlene that she was twice as lucky to have two sets of parents. She still is that lucky. 


She has two dads, and that won’t ever change.