Intentional Communities and Good Neighbors

Sometimes it’s time to change

A major revelation occurred while sick with the flu recently. First time ill with influenza in many, many years, and I was vaccinated, too. During my illness and recovery, however, insights emerged for me to understand and now share. Have struggled in recent years with the idea of living in an intentional community. Struggled with the pros and cons of people choosing cooperative living. Grew up in a conventional nuclear family. Much of my adult life, however, was spent living in intentional communities of one kind or another, and also with others in quasi-or-semi-intentional communities. I’d placed high value on sharing resources, minimizing individual space, minimizing expenses, supporting each other in living the lives we chose, and all the joys and life lessons from living cooperatively with other people. ICs made economic, environmental, and ecological sense. One learned and improved skills in effective communication and conflict resolution. Such communities were a great cure for loneliness and a wonderful place both to raise children and to age in grace. People had the freedom to explore and practice living alternative lifestyles such as polyamory. They provided a network for spontaneous social interaction of a kind rapidly disappearing from our fractured, mobile, technologically-focused civilization.  Continue reading

Nikki Haley and Racism in the American Country

Yes, slavery caused the Civil War. Remember the Race Wars that followed. Remember the genocide of Indigenous Americans. Learn the truth.

Nikki Haley blew it with her clumsy responses to questions from her audience regarding the causes of the American Civil War and whether or not the United States is a racist nation. She bungled this during a campaign rally in New Hampshire in late December 2023. Found this sad and disturbing. Why? Because I like Nikki Haley even tho I disagree with her on a number of domestic policy and social justice issues. I won’t waste my vote as a protest in favor of a third party candidate. President Joe Biden is too timid and wobbly when it comes to national security and waging war. He did a great job up to his shameful abandonment of Afghanistan to the Taliban. Biden was nearly FDRian during his first year and a half as POTUS in the manner he pulled the nation out of the chaotic near-collapse the Usurper Trump had pulled America down into. 

Now the tribulations of being elderly have caught up to him. It’s painfully obvious, embarrassing, and dangerous. The vice president who once elevated his ticket as a candidate is equally painfully way in over her head a la the Peter Principle. Kamala Harris is now a burden. Nikki Haley, however, is razor sharp, blazingly brilliant, witty, and surgically precise. She can be folksy and wonky and a spitfire all at the same time. This South Carolinian daughter of Sikh Indian immigrants is fierce, combative, and courageous. She’s accomplished as a former two-term governor and UN ambassador. Yes, she’s too conservative for me on many domestic issues. She’s anti-woke but not asleep, a rare combination these days. She failed and continues to fail to call out Donald Trump for what he truly is: a fascist, racist, misogynistic, bigoted, bullying usurper and traitor. She even vowed to support Trump in the first Republican debate back in 2023 even tho she derides him for his chaos and even tho Trump refuses to debate. Haley may be moving towards revoking her past promise to support Trump if he’s the GOP nominee as she currently escalates her criticism of the Usurper as chaotic and incompetent. In her surprise cold opening on a recent Saturday Night Live episode in early February of this year, Haley roasted Trump as a buffoon. She challenged the goofy loser, portrayed by Nashville native, actor, and comedian James Austin Johnson, to a mental competency test. Trump, or rather the man behaving as Trump, flubbed it in the silly skit designed to drive the Red Maggots mad. Continue reading

What would the coming world war look like?

Postmodern Medieval Pandemonium with AI & Nukes

We often seemed trapped in the past regardless of how far we peer into the future. It’s part of human nature. We trust in what we know. Or, rather, we believe in what we think we know. So future world wars may be more kinetic than World Wars 1 and 2 with missiles, rockets, cyberattacks, killer robots, swarms of AI drones, economic strangulation, space combat, EMPs, and total mobilization of the nation by the state. Then as the losing side, or rather those who fear to be losing, grow desperate, they resort to messy chemical and biological weapons. At some point they unleash nuclear and thermonuclear weapons. The other side does the same almost simultaneously. Humanity and most life in Earth ends in a scared fury of omnicidal madness.

A future world war may resemble the European Wars of Religion more than the Second World War. Nation-state regimes lose their power and status as stateless-nations, religious groups, and ethnic tribes reassert themselves. In addition, other non-state actors such as terrorist groups, transnational corporations, mercenary groups, criminal gangs and cartels, and private militias continue to assert themselves. The Westphalian System of governance breaks down as a neo-feudal, neo-medievalist world with current technology rises into primacy. Instead of world government, even a democratic world republic, we get a hodgepodge of overlapping, quarreling jurisdictions waving many flags. Continue reading

Text to a Young Friend for Thanksgiving

While hanging out with a friend and his son, a young adult, watching football, debated and wondered if he should reconnect with his family of origin on his mother’s side, especially his grandparents. Should he go over there alone on Thanksgiving? He felt they were estranged. His father had looked forward to spending Thanksgiving with his son, but also encouraged his son to reconnect with his ex-wife’s family. Either way, he would not be alone. Family is community, especially among these particular folks. After giving the topic some thought, I picked up my smartfone after I’d returned home to text the lad. The following is what I wrote: Continue reading

The Fury of Fury

A troublesome film goes incandescent

Recently finished watching Fury. It is a strong, visceral, powerful film in its realistic depiction of combat and the horrors of war. To watch it on a tiny little screen while bouncing around in an airplane would be a grave disservice. Glad I was able to watch it on a large screen Smart TV. It’s so intense I had to stop halfway thru it last night. Glad I came back to finish it, too, as, wow, felt mesmerized, even garbled by the chaos of war. One really must be in the right frame of mind to watch this movie set at the end of the war when the Germans were sending out everyone inc little boys & girls & the elderly to fanatically defend their Fatherland from the Allied invasions…& the Nazis killed their own if they wouldn’t fight. The Germans devastated American and Allied tanks. My goodness, what we humans put ourselves and our world thru as a species. Continue reading

What did I see at the door?

A simple thing becomes an eerie mystery

Was it her? A ghost? What kind of apparition was this? Or was it merely some form of psychological projection from within the mysteries of the mind? Or a projection from her via an unconscious spooky action at a distance entangling time lines and quantum places? Perhaps simply mental errors in the interpretations of what my bodymind perceived amidst reflections of lights on glass conflated with old memories? Doubt is indeed corrosive.

Strode out of the elevator thru the lobby towards the double-doors of the entry to the apartment complex where I lived. My long-time friend Syd was coming over to visit me and my wife Faithlyn this Wednesday evening on the last day of January 2024. Entered the lobby looking down at the floor as I stepped over the boundary between elevator and the lobby floor. Don’t trust those two to be even. Seen too many movies of bad things happening with elevators and elevator shafts. 

Looked up and there she was, standing on the other side of the glass. Syd wore a white rain coat, one I’ve seen here wear many times before. Her longish blonde hair was out and down to her shoulders. The rainwater, glass, and lights slightly distorted her face, as if it was somewhat folded in as she looked back at me. I smiled, looked down to check my clothes, then grunted as I pushed open the glass doors to the lobby to open the outside doors for her. She wasn’t there. What? Confused and perplexed, I pushed open the door and stepped outside. Maybe she had to scoot back to the car? Except there wasn’t anyone there. Whoa…there was not a single human visible anywhere along the sidewalk or walking up to a quarter of a mile away. The only people I saw were off in a few cars and trucks or still back inside the lobby. That was so weird. Our texts indicated she was near so I quickly went down to greet her. Then got a text something urgent came up – she was still at work, I learned later – and would be a half an hour late. She did not already come and leave. Continue reading