Think for yourself!

activate the little grey cells and parse the bull sh*t

According to Politico, one single statistically significant variable predicts whether a voter supports Trump—and it’s not race, income or education levels: It’s authoritarianism.

Now, I was raised in Oklahoma, the daughter of an Air Force sergeant, who was a Deacon in the Baptist church. The reason for doing almost anything came from "because I said so." In my world, God, the pastor, my father, a teacher, or the president of the United States could lay down the law about the rules for behavior, and I was expected to do as I was told. I remember years of not fitting in because I asked too many questions, and because I couldn't/wouldn't believe the wagon-loads of malarkey I was being force-fed. I also remember at times wishing I could believe it all. Following orders, and simply doing as I was told would certainly have lifted the burden of responsibility off of my young shoulders. With no critical thinking on my part--just "yes, sir," and "no, sir"--I could continue on my merry way in lockstep with my neighbors. 

Instead I peered into the abyss, felt the undeniable fear that stems from that sense of political, spiritual, and personal powerlessness, and tried to remain my own person. It's not easy, but something being easy doesn't make it right. 

i mean to seek the truth

I really wish we lived in a "do unto others" kind of world, where we have each other's best interests at the heart of every endeavor. Unfortunately, too many of us--especially those in the upper echelons of money and power--care little for the needs of all. Don't trust what you read on the internet (even in this newsletter) or see/hear on TV. To paraphrase Hercules Poirot, activate the little grey cells and parse the bull sh*t. The world is far too complicated to take anything or anyone at face value.

The Crocodile

Lewis Carroll, 1832 - 1898


How doth the little crocodile 
     Improve his shining tail, 
And pour the waters of the Nile 
     On every golden scale! 
How cheerfully he seems to grin, 
     How neatly spreads his claws, 
And welcomes little fishes in, 
     With gently smiling jaws!