Au revoir à l’orgue

I’m having a difficult time composing or actually doing anything creative musically.  They say one truly doesn’t appreciate what one has until it’s lost or taken away.  Well, in my case I know all too well what it’s like having had one organ after another essentially yanked from me over the years.  This last time was especially pernicious, having been deceived (again) by clergy.  I suppose it’s my fault for actually putting my faith in a clergyman.  As a church musician (being an organist) I’ve worked with and known a considerable number of clergy of different denominations, liturgical and non-liturgical; and, of all these clergy persons only one turned out to be a truly sincere and trustworthy  person; i. e., some one who is not a hypocrite. I guess because of this one pastor with whom I worked and got to know, whose sincerity and honesty are above reproach,  I allowed myself to be duped into thinking that maybe other church officials — namely clergy, but also church musicians —  can actually be veracious individuals.  Silly me.  

Without going into the litany of the times I thought I had finally found an organ on which I could be able to practise and learn the repertoire I had always wanted to play, only to be thwarted for some reason or another, I should have realised at least forty years ago that being an organist was a very, very lamentable life choice.  Finally this last time, at Christ Church Episcopal in Quincy, MA it happened one last time.  Again my naïveté, my actually thinking that this rector was different for the other clergy (with one major exception) and musicians with whom I had dealt, came back to smack me in the face again.  And to add bitter icing on the cake this clergyman has the same name as my favourite jazz trumpeter.

The parallels between the other aspects of my personal life and my problematic relationship with music are somewhat intriguing if not particularly compelling.  But, more on that some other time. 

Notwithstanding, this last act of my evulsion from an organ (inasmuch as my having become singularly fond of this particular instrument) was particularly demoralising, so much so that I find it harder to concentrate on the one thing that had always been my principle motivating factor in my life — music.  Being able to play an organ had always given me the sense of purpose and energy that spurred my interest in other things —  notably in other art forms.  The organ was my wellspring.  It was my interest in the organ that inspired me to compose, roused my desire toward conducting, and interest toward everything musical.  Now I feel as if  part of my soul has been torn from my being.  As I look at my life, where I am in my sunset years,  the effect on me is immeasurable. It’s become so problematic for me that I can barely stand to listen to classical music anymore  — especially organ music.  It didn’t help that my relationship with the organ and organ music was  — shall we say — iconoclastic.  But, that’s another story.

Although I’ve come to focus more on composing, the inspiration comes harder.  I used to improvise for hours at the console, and would be a source in inspiration and ideas.  I no longer have that.  I have a piano; but, for me it’s not the same or nearly enough. So, to help ease the pain I’ve divorced myself from the organ.  I’ve quit most of my organ groups and pages on Facebook (with the notable exception of the Virgil Fox group); I’ve removed my name from the AGO substitute list, and will let my membership expire.*  I may continue to write for the instrument and may even continue to write sacred music (for some curiously anomalous reason). 

For a pathetic touch of irony, whilst I was still active as an organist I couldn’t get arrested as a substitute; but, since I made the conscious decision that the organ was no longer to be a part of my life, I’ve received more calls than ever to substitute or interim at various churches.  Go figger.

*This is no real great loss since the AGO is still obsessed with the traditional church, which is dying, and has consistently refused to seriously consider the organ as a concert instrument; which to me is it’s only future.

Just Keep Pushing That Rock

     It seems that every morning lately I awaken with this depressing sensation that no matter what I do only contributes my increasing sense of futility.  Ever since it became apparent that I was no longer an organist — much less a decent one —  I thought that if I devoted my time to composition I might find renewed inspiration and finish a number of works I began at various times which have been sitting around waiting for my brilliant and visionary creative prowess:  that I would find new purpose — new meaning — to these final years to my life.  Well, maybe not so much.  I find it more and more burdensome to find even ounce of creativity.  Maybe it’s the Mass I’ve been trying to write, knowing 1) there isn’t a choir in the world who will sing it (not that it really matters anymore), and 2) my agnosticism seems to have put a bit of a damper on everything: not just music, everything.  It leaves me in even greater of awe of RVW’s ability to write some of the most gorgeous church music whilst as a bonafide agnostic. 

But, it’s not just la musique du chœur with which I struggle; it’s pretty much music in general.  For so long music has/had been the central point of my life; even when I wasn’t directly involved in the art form I always managed to keep one foot in the water, as it were, as either a music director or a substitute organist a some church somewhere, notwithstanding the mindlessly simplistic and pharisaical theology of most (not all, but most) clergy and the gratuitous hypocrisy of their congregations.  Now, I can barely stand to listen to music, especially newer music, especially newer church music.  I listen to contemporary composers, people who are considered important, highly respected —prize winners, etc. — and I think what the hell has happened to the craft of composition?  It seems that with orchestral and instrumental music it’s either: 1) the still irritatingly nondirectional, atonal nonsense continually perpetrated by academics preoccupied by their obsession for complexity and peer indulgence, or 2) it’s the mind numbing minimalism by moronic composers who have no sense of melody or line, or worse, are too dame lazy to care.  With choral and vocal music, in lieu of the nonsensical repetitive haze of gurgling and swirling keyboards or various instruments over static harmonies, you have initially pleasing, moderately dissonant harmonies, but ultimately stupefacient stasis which ends up leaving one wanting something more.  

So, as I sit here pondering what to do with myself, I look as Blaze who’s lying in his old bed with his head hanging out onto the floor, and is perfectly happy to hang out, just to be with his Daddy today(other days he’s with Mommy upstairs when she’s working); and, I think of my beloved Rosemary, who for some inscrutable reason, loves me as much as I adore her; and I realise how fortunate I am.  Otherwise I’d either be living on some street in Philadelphia, or dead on some street in Philadelphia.

And yet, I am anything but fulfilled.  As a musician I am, and have been since WCC, obviously an unqualified failure, not having achieved a single musical goal:  not as an organist, not as a conductor, not as a composer, not even as a sheet music store owner.  And the worst part about it is I have no one else to blame but myself and the incalculable number of bad decisions I’ve made, many so as to accommodate others, thinking that eventually it will all pay off. Rationalisation, delusion, through acquiescence is artistic suicide.  Unfortunately it’s too late for me to learn that.

So what do I do?  Well, that’s an easy question:  I just keep composing whilst trying to learn French (another dreadful mistake I made at WCC, for which I will never forgive Frau Silz).  When I finish the Gloria to the mass I’m writing, I’ll put the thing aside and work on something completely new. Hmm maybe I’ll write a communion service for non-liturgical Protestants (Presbyterians, Methodist, Congregationalists, etc.) who once a month do a simplified or modified version the eucharist.  Who knows maybe this will be my ticket to getting published or performed (at the very least).  And so, the rationalising, the delusional thinking goes on.

Done

When I decided to be the interim organist at this Baptist church near where I live, I didn’t think it would take me through December; nevertheless, I came to the decision that Sunday (19/XII/21) would be it.   I really can’t deal with it anymore.  Now this is NOT a Southern Baptist church, which makes it marginally less intolerable; but, intolerable just the same.  My problem is not that it’s a non-liturgical church; it’s that they there is nothing there.  After all, they don’t even have a creed.  At least the Presbyterians, Methodists, Congregationalists, etc. use the Apostle’s Creed (sort of a “cliff notes” version of the Nicene Creed).  Like most other non-liturgical churches they only do “Communion” (the Lord’s Supper, i.e the Eucharist) once a month; and even then it’s pathetically abbreviated, just this simple recitation of I Corinthians XI: 23-26 chowing down this ¼ “ square of stale “bread” and a tiny slurp of grape juice (both of which are contained in this “convenient” little hourglass shaped container:  open up one end, crunch the square, open up the other end, slurp the juice).  It has about as much spirituality, about as much mystery of  faith as a stock car race.  THEN they declare — not the Christian creed (i. e. testament of faith) — but this thing called a Church Covenant.  Now I don’t know if this is strictly a Baptist thing or if it is unique to this church; but, that’s what I have been experiencing once a month for the past 5½ months.  

This is the problem with sermon based, non-liturgical so-called Christian churches; because, even when it comes to the Communion service, it’s not the Lord’s Supper that’s paramount it’s the bloody sermon!  It’s always the sermon.  What happened to the mystery of faith: that mystical union between the alluvial and the transcendental?  This is their communion with God??  Part of my ennui is that the other services are just as prosaic.  MY question is:  What is there to believe?

Anyway, I have two services to play at a UCC church which, at least, has a decent three manual Austin/Czelesniak organ; and, from what I’ve surmised from the past year’s bulletins will at least not be a totally miserable experience. 

So after 9 January 2022, unless the organ at Christ Church Episcopal in Quincy (or something not dissimilar) is made available to me, I am done with organ and performing period.  I’ll just return to the futility of composition.

We’ll see.

And Further More…

Monday (8/XI/21) I played for a funeral at the Baptist Church for whom I’ve been interim organist. About 30 minutes before the service I began playing various quiet, meditative/reflective pieces to help set a peaceful mood. Among such pieces as Bach: “Ich ruf zu Dir, Herr Jesu Christ,” “Alle Menschen müssen sternben,” Peeters “Monastic Peace,” even Franck’s “Panis Angelicus,” among other similar pieces. A considerably large number of people arrived (compared to the Sundays I’ve been playing) and as a result the noise level had reached such a point I stopped in the middle of the Franck. And stared out from the console in disgust. Of course, nobody noticed because they were so loud.

Is it any wonder why I have decided to dump this gig at the end of November (yes, I know, right at the beginning of Advent — not that they really care about what THAT means)? My only regret is that I’ll be without an organ, again, on which to practise; unless I can work something out with the Episcopal church in which I had been practising up until November of last year. That’s another idiotic story as well.

I have one more gig for the first two Sundays in January at a large Congregational church on 3 manual Austin of recent vintage with two anthems (separate conductor) with communion (1st Sunday of the month). After that I’m done. I just don’t enjoy playing for the church — any church — at this point. Oh, and from what I’ve seen from previous bulletins the hymnal is large and full of “modern” tunes which they seem to like to use. Another reason to break away from this torture. We’ll see.

It’s Not Your House. Show Some Respect!

     Okay, look, I’m not what one would call a pious, or traditionally religious person.  In fact, the only time I ever regularly attend church is when I’m playing a string of services on the organ, no matter the denomination; as long as I’m able to make music I’ve pretty much found my spiritual ground of being (to paraphrase Paul Tillich).  So this little diatribe is not about me: it’s about the supposed faithful who, knowingly or unknowingly, show little or no respect for their God in church.  I’m referring to the behaviour of these pecksniffs just prior to the “official” service/mass; i. e., before and, especially, during the prelude.  

   It’s pretty evident people don’t care nowadays.  They simply don’t:  either out of ignorance or protrusive self-indulgence.  The time before the service has become a social hour in which the din of conversation sometimes borders on the raucous (depending upon the number of attendees).  So, I wonder, why do I go to the trouble of learning a beautiful, quiet, meditative prelude that, in most cases, I can barely hear myself, much less set a contemplative mood or setting for worship?   It’s come to the point where I have found myself in the same position as a more than a few organists in so far as I really don’t like practising the organ anymore.  Let’s be certain here. This is not a recital. It’s not about drawing attention to the organist performing some stunning, difficult piece of music.  It’s really not even the music per se.  It’s what the music is suppose to do in establishing a peaceful, meditative, spiritual and —most importantly — respectful milieu in what I’ve always considered to be a holy space.  But why bother when the end result is the congregation’s apparent floccinaucinihilipilification of the music before service.

   There was a time when churches were deliberately built to have subdued lighting (even Gothic cathedrals with their long and many windows [albeit brighter than the Romanesque buildings] utilised natural light and still were considerably less obtrusive than most contemporary churches).  Additionally — more so in Roman Catholic and other highly liturgical churches — you were taught or simply knew that you were entering a place of worship.  It was where you left the secular world behind and were entering a sacred space, and therefore behaved accordingly.  Simply put:  IT’S NOT YOUR HOUSE!  And if you don’t get that; if you are not predisposed to comport yourself then don’t come inside.  It’s as if I came over to your house, and instead of engaging with you — in your house — and a whole bunch of other people came by, and we all chose to chitchat amongst ourselves instead of you.  It’s bloody rude.  And that is exactly how pre-service congregations, especially non liturgical (Protestant) churches behave today.  

    Entering a church sanctuary should induce a sense of awe, of humility.  One should be humbled, penitent.  After all you are entering the house of the Lord.  So, forget about the organ, forget about the gentle, soothing, contemplative music; and, more importantly forget about the other people.  You’re in God’s house.  Show some respect.

So What Happened with Me and the Organ?

I’ve been an organist most of my life. I loved the organ (and perhaps I still do, but that’s a matter with which to be discussed later). There was a time in which I could not imagine myself not being an organist. For decades I was at most peace with myself, most focused, yet free when I would be alone for hours in a dark church or auditorium practising or — especially — improvising at the console. Improvising at the organ was often the inspiration for my composing. Not that I would remember much, if any, of the ideas which passed through my hands and feet; rather, I would come away with insights and the confidence to put musical thoughts on paper (and yes, I still compose with a pencil and several handy erasers). It was nice. The only person’s expectations of whom I was concerned were my own.

But, that’s changed now. A number of factors have occurred since I last played the organ, particularly regarding at the church I had been practising up until a year ago when the Diocese instituted a shut down of its churches. Since then (November 2020, apparently there has been some opening up of the church; notwithstanding the my last communication with the rector (July 2021) who informed me that for insurance reasons I still couldn’t come and practise the organ, even though I’ve seen numerous groups and individuals (outside of the rector and the church administrator) come and go.

Now, I’ve been here before, under different circumstances mind you; I’ve gone with “dry” periods of not having an instrument upon which to practise in the past; and it’s very frustrating. Just as I feel I’m regaining my technique, even progressing, some circumstance (too many to numerate here) comes along and I’m sans organ one more time; and the quest to find a decent instrument is renewed. But, this time it’s different. In this case I’ve decided that I’m fed up being at the mercy of duplicitous clergy. Concerning this last situation, since I haven’t received any communication from this clergyman, notwithstanding the obvious change from our last communication (e-mail), as if I’m blind and can’t see the comings and goings at the church, I’ve decided not bother. It’s pretty clear that my presence, no matter how careful, unobtrusive and deferential I’ve been, is simply no longer desired. At least that is my conclusion. I’ve pondered, a lot, as to whether I should ask one more time now. The issue is not that I’m afraid of what he’ll tell me. No, my concern is what I might say.

So, what does this have to do with my attitude to the organ? Well, I simply don’t like playing it much anymore. I’ve had the rug pulled out from beneath me too many times. And at my age I just don’t feel like starting over for ninth or tenth time. It’s a shame; because, I’m currently the interim at a church where the congregation (at least for now) truly appreciate my playing. The organ is much smaller than the one I used to play, and it’s decent for its size; but, at this point I’m totally uninspired and have no desire to learn anything new, much less work on another recital programme.

So, there it is. Unfortunately having had the instrument I have loved to play and has been so much of my inspiration for all the other aspects of my love of music taken away — again, has taken its toll on them and my whole thinking as to who I am.

I guess I should just stick to gardening.

Thoughts About Success v. Failure pt. 1

It’s been a  long time since I’ve written anything.  I hope that will change, since I’ve decided that these utterances are for me, primarily; thus, I’m giving myself a certain latitude toward self-indulgence in expressing my thoughts. 

The first issue, or course, has to do with music, that dismal lover who has broken my heart more times than I can quantify.  And yet, not unlike the proverbial drug addict, or perhaps more accurately, the abused spouse, I keep grovelling back in hopes that maybe, just maybe, things will improve.  But, of course they don’t.  

The music world, especially the world of classical music, exemplifies the fallacy of the bootstraps to success scenario that we all, Americans in particular, love.  The legend of the self-made successful person continues to give false hopes to thousands of young aspiring people, who actually believe that, by simply working diligently, and getting to be really, really good at what one does the world will eventually come knocking at your door.  Of course, it’s a myth.  Self-made successes rarely ever happen.  For every self-made successful person I can guarantee that there was another successful someone who happened to be at the right point in the novice’s life who opened the right door at the right time, usually by means of introduction, whether to another influential person, or group of people (often via academia), or a publisher.  In short, if you don’t have someone “going to bat” for you early in your career, you’re out of luck.  Of course meeting the right person is only part of it.  The other aspect is being at the right place at the right time; and yes, that is, more often than not, simple luck; i.e, again, a rarity.  

Then there is the matter of unfortunate decision making.  When a young person doesn’t have the good fortune of a mentor, or have academic standing one is left only to one’s devices; and that, often leads to unfortunate consequences at best.  When left to one’s own devices, without some sort of guidance, a person has no clear path to achievement, even if the person knows what that ultimate goal is.  Now, on the journey one may digress, or even diverge from the path; one will have setbacks, sometimes serious ones.  Nevertheless, the person who ultimately succeeds manages to get back on track because of the good fortune of having had that person or those persons earlier in life who supplied the necessary skills, and — more importantly — network of support to help right the ship, so to speak.  

Many (I dare say most) “self-made” people often do not realise, or are unwilling to recognise, that their success has been built on the foundation of knowing the right person or people, being at the place at the right time (nowadays for the artist it’s usually academia).  Frequently this is the result of misunderstanding what it means to be successful.  

One of the biggest misconceptions regarding the achievement of success is talent.  As we habitually see in our current popularity saturated cultural environment one does not require talent to become successful.  The concept of success has been construed as having achieved some pinnacle of recognition by one’s peers, even fame.  All one need’s to do is observe television shows such as “The Voice” or “America’s Got Talent,” to see what passes for talent in our present culture.  That, of course doesn’t include the insurmountable amount of dreck that permeates the various social media platforms.

Howbeit, success doesn’t have to go that far.  Success comes in many layers.  It all depends on what goals one has set for oneself.  They can be the achievement of fame and acclaim by one’s peers in the profession of one’s choice; or, it could be something much more modest such as developing a fruitful music programme at a church, or seeing one’s students become proficient; or, having one’s ideas accepted and implemented and seeing the positive effects of those ideas. 

So, what about failure?  Now it becomes personal.

I Don’t Get It (well, actually I do)

What is wrong with America?  My Lord, it’s as if the earth had tilted in a unique way and most of the right-wing screwballs rolled over and ended up here.  I see the polls (God knows where and with whom they take these things) and they continually show Donald Trump (I refuse to call I’m President) at an approximately 40% approval rating.  I have a questions: who are these people who have deluded themselves into believing that this man cares one iota about them?

Dismayed: As Hope Dims

Sometimes I truly feel that this “great experiment” on which our democratic republic is based has finally, like so many other noble experiments, long surpassed its apogee — if one wishes to consider that there was such an high point at all. As Oscar Wilde supposedly said: “American is the only country that went from barbarism to decadence without civilisation in between.”

I guess what dismays me the most is that so many of the American public are so gullible and easily manipulated by demagoguery that they are willing to turn a blind eye — no, go completely blind — to the unconscionable, morally and ethically bankrupt, sociopathic behaviour of Donald J.Trump and his toadies in the GOP. I don’t get it. Okay, I realise that he was not elected in true democratic fashion (i.e. by the public), but by the unmitigatedly antiquated system of the Electoral College; notwithstanding, that merely underpins the problem of why this man is not only unqualified, but completely and unapologetically corrupt. What disturbs me most of all is that he has blatantly lied to the people who have put the most faith in him and they refuse to see it. Instead they revel in conspiracy theories about the media (expect for Fox News of course). That in spite of what is figuratively slapping them in the face regarding employment, health care, taxes, fraud, misogyny, education, veterans rights, the “Wall,” immigration, his distain for the leaders of our democratic allies and adoration for dictators, his hatred for and attempts, if not to dismantle, at least discredit our criminal justice system, his “base” continues to worship this morally bankrupt sociopath.

Most noisome about all of this is:  these people, these fools, these lemmings, number, not in thousands, but in the millions! Approximately 40 (+ or- 2-3%) percent of the American public think he’s a good president! They ignore the constant inconsistencies, the compete and total lack of historical education, that his vaunted tax law is a sham: a tax law that throws a few crumbs to middle class Americans and small business, virtually nothing to working class/working poor Americans; but almost literally throws money at the extremely wealthy and the major corporations. He chooses a woman to head up the Department of Education who has summarily expressed her distain for our public school system and has done her very best (even before DE) to lobby for, not only charter and private school businesses but the for profit college industry. The public be damned. Then there’s Scott Pruitt, Ben Carson, Steve Mnuchin, Wilber Ross, and the overtly racist Jeff Sessions; all of whom are surrounded by criminality or some form of impropriety. And those are only the ones still employed! Trump has had largest turnover in White House personnel in history — 49 and counting; and that’s only after less than a year and a half.

His “believers” are so incredibly blind and stupid that, unfortunately, Trump was very likely right in assuming that “[he] could shoot somebody on Fifth Avenue and not lose any followers.” Unlike what a lot of folks have concluded:  thinking that Trump’s devotees are ignorant (although that may also be the case in a substantial proportion of them), the vast majority are simply stupid. You see, an ignorant person can be educated because they simply don’t know; stupid people choose to close their minds: it doesn’t matter what the reasons are. Ignorance is unintended, stupidity is a decision. In the case of Donald Trump his appeal to the sordid, vulgar, jejune, even reptilian aspects of the human psyche has made it easy for people to find him compelling. Marginally educated, even relatively well educated people who live in and associate in primarily homogenous environments, essentially want simple answers to the complicated, sometimes inscrutable issues they see beyond their limited spheres.  If those answers happen to be racist, misogynistic, insulting to anyone who isn’t as simple minded as they, or just merely disgusting and vulgar to any civilised person, all the better.

One can show, prove over and over, without qualification how Trump has lied and consistently turned his back on his supporters, that he has impudently — in your face, as it were — not “drained the swamp” but, has deepened and promulgated it “beyond the dreams of avarice,” to no avail. There’s nothing more closed minded than a zealot.

So, my fellow Americans, I seriously doubt that even with a sea change in either or both houses of Congress, the damage perpetrated on our precious dream of an eventual economically and socially egalitarian democracy is most likely all but lost. Sorry, John, Jim, Alex, Tom, etc.

No Hope Left for America

I’d been hoping to start writing about music and other art forms again, especially music; but a not-so-funny thing happened last 7 November 2016 that has put me into an emotional malaise that has virtually paralysed me; it put me into a funk from which I just can’t seem to arise: and that, my dear friends, was the election of Donald J. Trump and, since his inauguration the complete spinelessness of the major media, members of both branches of Congress — particularly Republicans, but Democrats as well — in not calling this man out for his flagrant and continued unbridled immaturity and arrant sociopathy (with its constant, insistent, pathological lying and associated narcissism).  Almost everybody skirts around the true issue:  that what we have in the White House is a buffoon, a fool who was (and still is) propped up and manipulated by the crazoids of the far-far (also referred to as the “alt”) right; i.e., racists, bigots and conspiracy nut-jobs who are just as sociopathic he is.  No, I stand corrected: they are  psychopaths.  

My feelings of despair have harboured for a long time; however, there was always the caveat of hope that people of good will would ultimately find a way of prevailing this insidious — perverse — proclivity that the U.S. has manifested over the past generation or two; i. e., since the Reagan administration, of looking backward to a period of time when only white european (including middle/upper class hispanic) culture, “free market,” economics where wealthy, predominantly (though not exclusively) protestants prevailed.  This regression, moreover, has included the dismantling of the governmental (both state and federal) protections and regulations we have since learned to be extremely beneficial to the well-being of the public’s health, safety and security (to name a few), all in the name of economic expediency; what is erroneously referred to as conservatism.

Class warfare has raised its ugly head in the era of Donald Trump in unprecedented ways that are genuinely frightening.  I’m a product of the 60’s and 70’s.  I saw the riots in Watts, Chicago Democratic Convention, Kent State, and so many more.  All of these resulted in promises of change; and gradually change had begun, until Ronald Reagan, unintentionally through his economic policies, emphasising corporate and upper income tax cuts under what has been historically proven to be the fallacious concept of  “trickle down” economics, coupled with a gratuitous increase in military spending over domestic  resurrected a class (and resulting racial) warfare on the the country’s less fortunate.†  But, there’s plenty of blame to go around.  Democrats have this convenient amnesia when it comes to Bill Clinton’s “Welfare Reform Act” which summarily caused millions of people to lose their benefits causing immense pressure on non-profits to try and cover the gap; and his signing away the Glass-Steagall Act paving the way for the recession of 2008.

Class warfare is easy.  All that the wealthy have to do is throw money at Capitol Hill so that they (those who have that kind of huge money) can, and unabashedly, do their bidding on those we — the putative electorate — have supposedly (naively) elected to represent us.  And what is the easiest of the easy ways of creating class warfare?  Bigotry, racism being the most efficacious, followed by (not necessarily in any particular order) sexism, LGBT oppression, anti-intellectual thinking, and free speech suppression (on both the left and the right viz. college/university harassment of conservative speakers); though I’m sure there are more: bigotry covers a lot bases; which is why classicism is such an effective tool.  When you have so many people quibbling and squabbling amongst themselves it’s easy to sit back, watch and exploit.  The exploitation with all of the technological “bells and whistles” at peoples’ disposal has become the modern day equivalent to Juvenal’s “bread and circuses;” as long as the populace is sufficiently distracted with easily accessible toys (smartphones) and their accompanying diversions (games and social media primarily), as well as an educational system (both public and private) that is woefully lacking in teaching the art of critical thinking, and you have a perfect formula for keeping a large segment of the population acutely prone to demagoguery.

Just look at the current political situation.  Contrary to the tendency of most pundits you hear in the media who flatter the American electorate by constantly saying “The American people aren’t stupid,”  that somehow they manage to see through the sham and phoniness and make the right decision.  Well, we’ve seen how well that worked out, and I’m not just referring to election of Trump; rather, I’m referring to how the power brokers — the folks that own the media — have saturated our society with extremely visceral, yet mind numbing distractions under the guise of entertainment.  Entertainment which has insistently lowered the bar literally appealing to the lowest common denominator.  That explains the election of the last two presidents and why so-called conservative Republicans have become the dominate party in our governments, both state and federal.

Elections, especially presidential elections, have become no different than any other form of entertainment; i. e., distractions that focus more on personality — the politician’s “star power” — than on what his or her agenda.  Oh sure, there’s constant blather about focussing on those matters, but let’s face it, that very rarely happens.  After all that’s not the sexy part.

Let’s look at the last two presidential elections.  Why was Barack Obama elected president?  Was it his policies on trade, healthcare, military spending, domestic spending, his experience?  Maybe some of his ideas appealed to some of the more educated voters; but, that was not the reason he was elected: he was elected because he was black, young, photogenic and had the backing of the Kennedys.  Let’s face it he might never have been elected if African-Americans hadn’t come out in droves to vote him strictly because he was of African-American descent and he was a Democrat.  Moreover, he was young (relatively) and appealed to the “youth” vote simply because he was young, dynamic and black which made him very hip.  Then there is the whole inexperience thing; although he had some experience in the Senate, he was only there a few months and had not really garnered the kind of experience one would need to be able to work with members of the opposing party (not that they would anyway, expressing their blatantly racist views to having a person of colour in the White House).

Then there’s Trump.  First let’s consider how stupid the American electorate really is.  After their experience with voting in an inexperienced junior Senator nine years ago one would think (don’t forget many Obama voters voted for Trump) that maybe, JUST MAYBE, they would have learned that voting someone in with not only less experience in government, but WITH NO EXPERIENCE in government, one who was used to running a business as a personal fiefdom wth 1) no concept of history, and 2) absolutely no concept of constitutional government; but, no, they turn around and elect (according to the anti-democratic Electoral College) a sociopath and sexual predator as president.  And yet, this part of the electorate for the most part are still willing to turn a blind eye to what has become an innumerable number of improprieties and abuses of the office, because they continue live under the delusion that he’s going to change things for their betterment.

I watch “Morning Joe” in the morning because it’s good for me to get the perspective of a legitimate conservative thinker like Joe Scarborough; and yet, what I see is this honest-to-God diehard fiscal Reagan Republican having to quit his party (of which he had been a lifelong member) and become an independent because he could no longer identify with the Trump/Bannon idiots and the completely spineless others of the “new” Republican party.  Moreover, George Will, yes GEORGE WILL, that bastion of conservative intellectualism, again a staunch Republican, also felt the need to quit the GOP because he could no longer stomach the direction of his erstwhile party.

The thing that really gets me is the constant talk of “the base;” that 30-35% of the electorate who are more than willing to believe that the lies, deception, jingoism, racism, sexism (to point of predation) and the quintessentially narcissistic inability to take responsibility for any mistakes or any of the aforementioned foibles are perfectly acceptable, because none of these constantly and demonstrably (by his own actions and words) are real:  it’s all “fake news.”  Everybody knows that the New York Times, Washington Post, CNN, MSNBC, Boston Globe, the major networks — even NPR/PBS — are all conspiring against him.  It’s only Breitbart, Fox News, Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, the Drudge Report that tell the truth; i. e., only what Steve Bannon, Donald Trump and their supporters say is true, no matter how contradictory or false their statements have been or currently are.  The fact that he has that many people (don’t forget 30-35% means millions) unquestionably supporting him, or least willing to vote for him again is monumentally depressing to me.  How stupid, how blind, how completely oblivious to reality can that many Americans be?

Ignorance is terrible thing for an ostensibly democratic state; but, stupidity is so much worse.  The former is a result of insufficient learning of basic facts as supposedly delivered by our school systems — both public and private; the latter is the result of either a conscious decision on someone’s part to be able, or (more than likely) unwilling to engage in critical thinking, and thus ignore facts and simply go by what one feels is emotionally more satisfying: whether it’s voting for a narcissist/sociopath who will say anything to appeal to the most xenophobic, and base aspects of our species, or for someone, in spite of his/her determined efforts to try and appeal to the those higher elements of the human psyche; i. e., intellectualism, rationalism, open mindedness, will vote for that person because of some tribal or racial predilection; e.g, liberal/progressive, race.  In any event either is deleterious to a democratic state; whether it’s the former, which would be ultimately destructive, or the latter which could possibly be beneficial, because the end was the result of a decision based on the completely wrong premise:  not the qualifications or ability but on strictly emotional, narrow-minded criteria by an infinite amount of life saturating media whose primary purpose is to make extortionate profits by pandering to and sanctioning the public’s over indulgence for as many frivolous and jejune distractions as can be possibly absorbed.  The result is an electorate that is virtually incapable to, or recalcitrant of, making a rational, informed, intelligent political decision.

What depresses me more about all of this is our current social structure, as a result of ultra-conservatives dating back to the Nixon administration, has become virulently anti-intellectual.  The disparagement of scientists, artists, and educators in general has continued to grow as the far right and the financial-powers-to-be have managed to keep people ignorant, politically unaware and naïve; and, have continued to exert their powerful influence on the spending of government.  As a result schools, libraries, and literally every institution and organisation dedicated to the advancement of human intelligence and social enlightenment and the betterment of the planet have been and will continue to be financially, and therefore culturally, starved of the resources they need to educate our nation.  The last thing the GOP, as it stands now as Trump’s errand boys and girls, want is that the American public learn, critically evaluate, understand and ultimate realise how they (the GOP and a few Dems) will do anything to keep the public in the dark about who actually runs things in DC.

Contrary to the pundits and commentators on MSNBC, CNN, and network Sunday morning talk shows, the American electorate is pathetically ignorant and/or stupid politically.  It’s not their fault; and that’s what angers me most of all.  Politicians have done everything they can to cut money for education, particularly in the humanities and the arts.  Not because (as they would lead you to believe) the arts and humanities aren’t important or are frivolous; rather, the humanities teach us the lessons of history and culture, the arts teach us discipline and how to think critically.  These are exactly the qualities that those on the far right in particular do not want the public to possess; that would result in an ACTUAL DEMOCRACY in which the people are truly capable of choosing the representative or senator who not only represents but REFLECTS the people who have elected him/her.

This will NEVER HAPPEN in the United States until we, the people, compel those whom we have elected to do the right thing.  In this case the impeachment and removal of a president who has every single day, during the campaign and since inauguration has (ironically consistently) bespoke not only his incompetence, but total (and uniquely) mental inadequacy for the job.  The latest revelations are from Michael Wolf’s “Fire and Fury” book. I mean what the blazes more do you need?!

So yes, I have no hope.  Even if the Democrats manage to take back the House and the Senate, the damage that has been done by Trump and his fascist zealots will take years, even decades, to undo.  Just look at what the bungling Devin Nunes and the Republican members of the Congressional Intelligence(?) Committee have done to totally and deliberately destroy any credibility to that committee, the GOP, and the concept of representative government.

Then there are the things that Trump has managed to do (about which, of course, he brags as his HUGE accomplishments) by executive order in despoiling generations of protective regulations against health, civil liberties, the environment, you name it , and staffing his cabinet with people who, because of their vested interests in deregulating, who are bound an determined to castrate those organisations of which they are supposed have fiduciary responsibility.  It’s enough to make an intelligent, rational person vomit.

Of then there is the latest in regard to the mass murder in Parkland, Florida.  I mean, seriously, does any sane, rational, moderately intelligent person seriously believe that arming teachers, who are so incredibly overburdened, under paid and disrespected as it is in this country, is a remotely responsible idea?  Unfortunately, there are many people, mostly Republicans, who actually think this is a good idea.

To sum up and reiterate, I am sick and tired of the folks (like Donny Deutsch on Morning Joe, as well as Joe and Mika) who keep saying that the American public isn’t stupid. They supposedly know what going and they’ll change things in November, blah, blah.  NO! Let’s be clear the American public IS STUPID!  Otherwise people like Donald Trump, Devin Nunes, Ron Johnson, and host of other ultra-rightwing nut jobs would never see any part of Washington, D.C. I’m with Bill Maher this one.

 

†This “theory” of economics perpetrated by Milton Friedman’s version of Adam Smith’s school of  laissez faire economics is often referred to as the Chicago [University] School of Economics.