Sunday, October 23, 2016

He is not well-spoken or intelligent. He is not a very good businessman. He knows nothing about foreign policy. Anything he says, he will contradict in time. He is proud that he wiggled out of military service and dodged paying tax. He holds those who have sacrificed for the country in contempt, and probably secretly thinks they’re stupid to have done so. He has no respect for Democracy or the Constitution. He displays no principles or morals, no love or esteem for anyone. He betrays his wife, lusts after his own daughter, assaults women, and is exactly the same as every bully you ever knew in grade school, but he’s seventy years old. He blusters and threatens, but his deep seated cowardice is obvious. He is not even honest with himself, the only person on this planet he loves.
The funny thing is, even those who are voting for him recognize instantly who I’m talking about. Anybody can see that he is a vile scoundrel, so why would anybody vote for him?
Why do we do things? As often as not, we hide our real motives from ourselves and overlay them with rationalization upon justification. I suspect that Trump followers, aside from the outright white supremacists and lunatic fringe, are distressed deep down that for eight years the country has been led by a black man, and now it looks like a woman will be President. Deep down, they yearn for the “good old days” when the President was a white man: a male.
I believe that if Hillary Clinton were a white man named Clint Hilton, and had exactly the same past (well, aside from giving birth to a daughter), done exactly all the same things, said the same things, made the same deals, and so forth, the election would be a shoo-in, and the only question would be whether Trump would manage to carry any state. But a woman in the White House?
In any event, I will be happy when the election is over and we are done with all this trumpery.

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Philippine President Duterte, in a burst of exuberance, announced that he is best buddies with the PRC and has broken up with the USA. Meanwhile, the adults continued their meal and paid him scant attention.

Thursday, October 20, 2016

To simplify things, I'd like any woman who met Trump and was NOT sexually assaulted to step forward.... no? nobody?

Monday, October 17, 2016

This is so prophetic, it’s spooky. For everybody’s sake, let’s hope it doesn’t come true:
“As democracy is perfected, the office of the President represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. On some great and glorious day, the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts’ desire at last and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.” 
– H L Mencken (1880 – 1956)

Sunday, October 16, 2016

淡定True composure: English follows: 魏晉雅士,重儀態、務治心,泰山崩于前而色不變,麋鹿興于左而目不瞬。西元四七二年,劉宋明帝三十四歲病篤,太子才五歲,「慮晏駕之後,皇后臨朝,江安懿侯王景文以元舅之勢,必為宰相,門族強盛,或有異圖。己未,遣使寄藥賜景文死,手敕曰:「與卿周旋,欲全卿門戶,故有此處分。」敕至,景文正與客棋,叩函看已,復置局下,神色不變,方與客思行爭劫(案:行、埋伏;劫、制裁埋伏)。局竟,斂子(案:棋子)內奩畢,徐曰:「奉敕見賜以死。」方以敕示客。中直兵焦度趙智略憤怒,曰:「大丈夫安能坐受死!州中文武數百,足以一奮。」景文曰:「知卿至心;若見念者,為我百口計。」乃作墨啟答敕致謝,酌酒謂客曰,此酒不可相勸,飲藥而卒。
China knew little peace from the third through sixth centuries CE. The gentry placed great emphasis on keeping your calm; if there is a landslide right in front of you, you should be able to keep your expression calm, if an elk starts up just to your left, you shouldn’t even blink. In the year 472CE, the emperor Ming of the Liu Sung dynasty died at the age of 34. His heir was only five years old, so the emperor was worried that after he died, the queen would handle court matters for their son; her brother Wang Jingwen would certainly be appointed Prime Minister, and their family would become so powerful that they might take over the dynasty. So the emperor sent a jug of poisoned liquor to Wang Jingwen, with a handwritten letter saying, “I have dealt with you for a long time, and I want to protect your family, so I have to do this.” When the imperial command arrived, Jingwen was playing weichi (weiqi, go, a board game) with a guest. He reverently accepted the letter, read it, and stuck it under the board. His expression never changed. He concentrated on his game. When the game was over, he put the players in a box, and slowly said, “The imperial order I just got commanded me to die.” He showed his guest the letter. Another guest, a general with troops, was angry and said, “How can you just die like that! We have troops, we can put up a good fight!” Jingwen said, “I appreciate your sincerity, but if you really care, please give a thought to the survival of my family.” He wrote a letter to thank the emperor, poured out the liquor and told his guests, “I’m not going to invite you to share this with me.” He drank the poisoned liquor and died. 

Saturday, October 15, 2016

最近看到捷運廣告,十月十五日有商人要舉辦「台北撒野生活節」,從早上十一點到晚上九點在指定的場所內可以「體驗撒野生活」。這樣規矩、約束還不夠,商家還規定dress code,你撒野時可以穿甚麼衣服、甚麼顏色,都有規定。

Friday, October 14, 2016

Yaravi, or Harawi, is music from the Andes. Hope you like it, I do.