Voting in a Black & White World

Caroline Wise in Phoenix, Arizona

This vote of serious consequence was the first presidential election in which Caroline had the opportunity to participate. Adamant that she would vote in person due to this fact, we had not sent in our mail-in ballot and were holding out for November 5th, that is, until I accepted one of the many election phone calls I’ve been inundated with. The volunteer from Chicago on the other end of the line made a short spiel about getting out to vote, and I assured him that we would be voting next Tuesday. Then he asked why we were waiting. I explained how my wife wanted to be there in person and not mail or drop off her ballot, and he informed me that we could vote in person today if we chose to. He offered that I could look at the website I Will Vote to find a polling place near us. Wow, finally, an unwanted call that turned out to be incredibly helpful.

At the polling station, there were far more people voting than we’d expected, considering it was about 9.30 a.m. on a weekday, almost a week before the official election day. Things went mostly smooth, except for this one guy (because there had to be that one guy) in line behind us, who asked the polling official at the door if they were going to lose his ballot like they did last time and then told her that he was going to photograph his ballot as he waved his phone at her. She calmly informed him that he would not and that it was against federal law. She then pointed him to read one of three signs next to her. The funny thing was, once inside, he was having problems with his ballot due to inconsistencies with his address. At that point, he admitted to the volunteer trying to help him with the computer that he’d only recently become a U.S. citizen and hadn’t yet updated his address on his I.D. So, his anger issues outside were nothing more than theatrics for him playing the drama of a petulant child. We can all guess who he was there to vote for, and I can assure you that it wasn’t the woman we were both voting for.

Election Vulgarities

Election sign in Phoenix, Arizona

If there was any hint that on our margins, we Americans have, to some extent, become a trash society. Our current political climate seems to show that a plurality of us are fully entrenched in a race to a level of cultural vulgarity that proves beyond any doubt that we are a nation of idiots falling into hate. While mudslinging has always been part of the fabric of politics around the world and throughout history, there seemed to be a time and place for the exchange of grievances. Today, we have returned to a time where we engage the mob in an attempt to foment the most amount of rage.

Election sign in Phoenix, Arizona

When I call us a “trash society,” what I mean is that instead of having a commonality of education that allows us to see each other as more-or-less equal, we have become a polarized people of better-educated citizens able to adapt to the rapid shift in demands for intellectual flexibility and those who have failed to embrace the demands of an economy that requires intelligence able to evolve in response to the incredible speed of change that is part of modern life. Those who are failing themselves are a volatile lot; they are easy to anger and ignored for long enough there is some likelihood they will bring revolution, one that will not serve those of us who have enjoyed the prosperity that arrived with adaptability. Looking at the Russian Revolution and subsequent Red Terror, the Chinese Cultural Revolution, the Iranian Revolution, the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, and to some extent, Nazism in Germany, these movements shared something ugly in common, and that was that they targeted government officials and bureaucrats, military officers, nobility/aristocrats, wealthy merchants/landowners, religious leaders/clergy, intellectuals, professors, teachers, journalists, writers, artists, cultural figures, lawyers, judges, doctors, scientists, union leaders, political opponents, ethnic minorities, foreign nationals, wealthy peasants/farmers, student activists, civil society leaders, librarians, publishers, bankers/financiers, diplomatic corps members, police officials from previous regimes, urban professionals, social reformers, and democracy advocates.

Election sign in Phoenix, Arizona

I do have to give credit to a number of people who are proponents of accelerationism and the Dark Enlightenment movement. They look to push forward a collapse, believing that democracy is inefficient and leads to societal decay, traditional hierarchies and authorities should be restored, progressive social movements are destructive to civilization, technology and capitalism should be unleashed from democratic constraints, universities and media constitute a “Cathedral” that enforces progressive orthodoxy, and that the Enlightenment and its values were a historical mistake. That’s a ridiculously compressed version of the accelerationist movement, but you get the idea. Without dedicating thousands of words to the complexity of all sides of this desperate situation and those who are being used as pawns in a battle of wealth and power, I have to leave this here with my sad recognition that the vulgarities displayed on the streets of Phoenix are battle weapons, sowing division and mistrust between the diverse population that makes America a great country.

Pinches Tacos

Art from Pinches Tacos in Phoenix, Arizona

It’s not often I feature a restaurant on my blog as its own story, but this piece of art of the Pinches Tacos decor changed that. Not only does this little joint have great taste, but they are also making great tastes. After my fourth visit in about ten days, the co-owner started chatting with me, and I was able to share how impressed I was by their efforts. On this day, I tried their lengua (tongue) after having sampled some of their beef and pork options. I was so compelled by this business’s quality and friendliness that I even took the time to give them 5-star reviews on Google and Yelp. Find them at 7th Avenue and Union Hills in Phoenix.

The Rocket That Wasn’t There

Contrail from a rocket launched in New Mexico

It’s a bird… It’s a plane… It’s the telltale sign that a rocket was launched earlier this morning. For a moment, we thought these were clouds but quickly recognized that at that altitude, we were looking at the contrail of something far higher than any plane or Superman. We’ve seen this type of phenomenon one other time in the east but that time, we were lucky enough to catch sight of it while the rocket was still traveling aloft. The same happened with a rocket or two in the west, launched from Vandenberg Air Force Base on the California Coast, while today’s rocket had to be launched from White Sands Missile Range, New Mexico, about 360 miles (579 km) away as the crow flies. This means the contrail is likely around 80,000 to 100,000 feet (24.4 to 30.5 km) above sea level. We tried finding out what type of rocket and mission was conducted as these details are often shared, but not for this mysterious event. About 10 minutes later, there was no sign left of any of this.

A Much Needed Break

Sunrise in Phoenix, Arizona

Today, I finally put the record of our travels to the Maritimes behind me as I finish the last blog post covering that extraordinarily long vacation. Now begins the proverbial vacation from vacation, where I intend to avoid any hint of productivity and allow my brain to lay fallow. The two posts prior to this one were not written until the 28th of October, and this one I wrote on the 30th of October following my successful two-week sabbatical from harnessing words. In celebration of giving some free time to myself (oh hell, I guess all of my time is free and full of indulgence should I be honest), I’m here to celebrate this spectacular sunrise welcoming me to another beautiful day in Sandland, Arizona.

Sarcasm

Homeless sign in Phoenix, Arizona

Job loss, medical debt or health issues, mental health challenges, family crises or breakdown of support systems, housing costs becoming unaffordable, domestic violence, or substance use disorders – this was the list that Claude AI provided me to “Describe the situation of someone who might be holding a cardboard sign next to the road” (that was my prompt). It started its answer by explaining how “human beings experiencing hardship” could find themselves in this position and then produced the list of potential contributing factors.

Two homeless people recently died in the span of a few days, not a one-minute walk away from where we live. One was an overdose, and the other was a man stabbed to death by another homeless man. A day does not go by that I don’t see at least 15 homeless people, some who look barely alive while others are dragging obvious ailments around, such as broken feet that have healed with a foot now pointing in the wrong direction or open wounds. In front of fast food restaurants, bus stops, drug stores, and gas stations, the indigent struggle to survive the harsh environment of living outside. Often, those I  overhear talking about this situation appear to have strong beliefs that these human beings are simply victims of their own poor choices, but they most often attribute addiction and laziness as the reasons underlying their impoverishment. The secondary factor is that the government is giving them welfare and everything else they require, making it easy for the homeless to choose a lazy lifestyle, as though they are out on the street for no other reason than they really like holding cardboard.