Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

25 January

Pssst. Trump’s Vengeance Campaign Is In Big Trouble. When Liars And Cowards Stumble.

by Jon Katz

Supposing you follow the mainstream media, the far-right media, or the progressive media, here is some perspective for you: You might have missed something important in the wake of the primary election hysteria. The two primaries, especially the New Hampshire Primary, reveal Trump’s weaknesses as a national candidate for anything. except ruling his dysfunctional party.

He’s already lost a national election, lied about it,  and helped blow his party’s control of Congress. The problem with the media hysteria about Trump right now – they are addicted to him and the money he makes for them – is that the structure and reality of the campaign are almost precisely the same as they were four years ago.

There is no rational path to victory. Politicians know it; pundits don’t. They aren’t permitted to say aloud what they think in private.

Of course, Trump is going to win the Republican Nomination. Apart from the so-called pundits, almost everyone seems to know that, even many of his rabid and brainwashed followers. It is not a shock, nor is it a wondrous triumph.

As Mr. Trump marches steadily toward his party’s nomination,” reported an analyst for the New York Times this week, “a harsher reality awaits him. Outside the soft bubble of Republican primaries, Mr. Trump’s campaign is confronting enduring vulnerabilities that make his nomination a considerable risk for his party. Those weaknesses were laid bare in New Hampshire on Tuesday, where independents, college-educated voters, and Republicans unwilling to dismiss his legal jeopardy voted in large numbers for his rival, Nikki Haley.”

I like to pour through the polling results after elections; they always reveal more than I learned from the news.

This year is no different. Here are some stats you may now know:

In New Hamshire, 44 percent of Republican primary voters were independents: Ms Haley won most. Four in 10 voters who backed Haley said their dislike of Donald Trump was a more critical factor in their vote than their disapproval of Haley, according to the exit polls.

More than 90 percent said they would be unhappy if Trump won the nomination for a third time. Even in Iowa, exit polls show that 55 percent of people who identified as independents backed one of Trump’s opponents.

Those are not juggernaut triumphs by any description, and Trump is already claiming the primary voters are the strongest in history for any candidate.

In Iowa, about 2 percent of eligible voters vote in the caucuses. Outraged that Haley would continue her campaign, Trump showed his class again. He threw another tantrum and said anyone who contributed to her campaign would be forever banned from “Maga World.” I’m sending my donation to her this morning via priority mail. In another world, Trump was a foot-stomping bully in an out-of-control middle school recess.

In my school, they would have beaten the crap out of him. In MAGA land, they pay candidates to lie. There is no shame, no disgrace.

Supposing Joe Biden is a weak candidate due to his age, foggy presence, and the relentless hammering of his opponents. In that case, Trump is a disaster due to his increasingly apparent mental illness and increased memory problems. And who is  Hunter Biden anyway? If you care, light a candle and put it in the window.

Trump is not a healthy or uplifting candidate, and he remains intensely disliked by most people in the country, especially those mentioned in the article above. They are the people who break the log jam and decide elections in polarized America these days. All have one thing in common: they hate the idea of Trump and his chaos tearing apart the country again. His cruelty and dishonesty increasingly bother real conservatives, who tend to dislike the government but support democracy.

In November, the cowardice and shame of Trump and his followers will cost them another election and probably also keep them from control either of the House or the Senate, let alone the presidency. Since his followers adore him to the exclusion of everyone else, MAGA will stumble on when he fails,  an idea but degenerate as a movement. It is about nothing but hate, vengeance, and grievance. I doubt that is a winning platform for most of the country. It is a pandemic waiting to burn itself out.

Trump is the controlling presence in his party but far from that in the nation. Governor Ron DeSantis is the candidate true conservatives like, yet not the groupies voting in the primaries voted for him. By rights, he should have won. Like him or not, he is sane and efficient. Losing to Donald Trump is about the most humiliating thing I can recall in all of politics.

Whatever drives Trump’s campaign, it isn’t his policies or proposals for helping the country. It feels like an ego trip for the embattled and insecure, primarily angry white men and women who women scare. They can have him. There are no limits on the supporters he betrays.

The dynamic for this election is almost precisely the same as the dynamic for the last one. There aren’t enough people in America to elect Donald Trump for another four years of chaos, bullying, and revenge. Trump is one of the crudest, most disturbed, and self-destructive public figures in American history. Biden will lose some supporters and gain more when the idea of a new President, Trump, sinks in.

Like DeSantis, Trump believes he can save his ass and punish his enemies with money. The DeSantis campaign, which started with nearly 300 million dollars, reminded us that money alone can’t do it or even come close. Now, Trump has to persuade people who haven’t ever voted for him and don’t like him to vote for him.

This is in a year when he faces lawsuits, indictments, an awful governance record, and his own political ignorance and incompetence.

Trump is one of the most destructive figures in the history of American politics, and he is going to lose again if he doesn’t manage to blow himself up once more way ahead of the election. Schoolyard and middle school insults do not make a viable Presidential candidate. Joe Biden is not the alternative many people want, including me, but I’ll be happy to vote for him if Donald Trump is the alternative.

And I won’t pin a label on myself.

Trump doesn’t gain support; he only knows how to rage and offend. He is a genius at getting money from people and sending the media into a frenzy. The only other thing he does well is being cruel to and eviscerating people who oppose him. It wasn’t enough before, and it’s not enough now. Donald Trump leaves a bad taste in almost everyone’s mouth, even those who claim to love him.

Joe Biden won the New Hampshire Primary and wasn’t even on the ballot. Fortunately for him, his opponent is deeply offensive to the people he most needs to win. This is a struggle between two of America’s least popular public figures. Or, to put it another way, the winner will be the least offensive, giving Biden the edge he needs.

The general election starts now,” said one respected Republican pollster, “and you’ve got the two most unpopular political leaders going who will be facing off against each other. It’s the lesser-of-two-evils election.

Well said, I think, and if there is one national contest Donald Trump is sure to win every time, it is how to be the greatest evil of evils. His brain-fogged followers want that from him, and he loves to oblige. It makes him feel like a real man.

And now, he can’t handle a real woman who fails to bow to him. Trump has repeatedly proven himself a liar; now is his chance to show us that he is a coward as well, one who can’t bear to be challenged by a woman without falling to pieces. It seems to be one of his greatest fears.

Trump will walk away from it. It’s the one thing he always wins, except the sore and offensive loser the tle. He will win that every time, and since he loses much more than he wins, look out for it.

25 January

Bedlam Farm Journal, Wednesday January 25, 2024. Portrait Of Fog On The Farm. Zip Is My Partner. The Winter Pasture

by Jon Katz

I have a new partner when I go outside on my twice-daily checks on the animals. I’m the only person Zip will follow into the pasture, and I must admit I like having him around me.

He walks around like a mafia boss, checking his land and holdings. It’s another cold and dark day, but it is warmer; the snow is melting, and the mud season is here early.

We had another extraordinary Zoom meeting this morning; I am so lucky to have such a warm, decent, and loving group. It was one of my best ideas ever.

Today, I’m at home with a lot of writing to do. Walking through the fog and mud with Zip and Zinnia with two cameras, I took great pleasure.

Maria and I have built a wonderful life together on the farm, and I am grateful for it every day’

Zip swatters around the sheep in the barn as if he owned the place. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. The sheep are amazed by him; he loves to stare them down.

The forest looks deliciously spooky and mysterious in the fog.

There is a lot of feeling in the fog.

The sheep have made their path through the ice and snow to the back pasture. There are still some weeds to feed on back there. The sheep never stop looking for grass. Not yet dears; there are a couple of months to go.

 

Zinnia is terrified of Zip, who swats her in the nose whenever possible. I think he wants to play or maybe dominate. So far, the only thing that spooks Zip are the noises of trucks thundering on the road. He doesn’t like the sound. But the noise keeps him well away from the road.

Fog is beautiful here; the landscape turns ghostly.

Sheeps are stoics, they accept the world as it is.

 

Zip walks with me out to the pasture. He is King Of the Hill.

The imperious hens are out of the roost, waiting for bird seeds to drop.

24 January

Color And Light, As Promised, Wednesday, January 24, 2024. It’s 30 Degrees!

by Jon Katz

It was a good day. My foot, a three-year medical project, is solid and healthy. We’re working on our rat problem. I’m not going to jail for loving Zip; this weekend is Maria’s 60th birthday. Wow, we have been through so much together; she is the light in my life.

I drove a lot and wrote a lot. This is Maria’s Belly Dancing class night. I will finish a piece I wrote, read for an hour or two, and search for a new and sane mystery. I love my mystery Fury. I’d love to meditate for a while. It does me good. So, I’ll say good night; it was 34 degrees at one point, and mud and ice replaced snow.

Stay warm and dry. Tomorrow morning is my weekly Zoom meeting with blog readers and, now, good friends. I look forward to it every week. Many friendly people are out there, not in politics or big business.

 

24 January

Healing Ourselves, Healing Our World. Finding A Spiritual Direction, A Way To Heal

by Jon Katz

Spirituality means knowing that our lives have significance in a context beyond a mundane everyday existence at the level of biological needs that drive selfishness and aggression. It means knowing that we are a significant part of a purposeful unfolding of Life in our universe.”   – The Royal College Of Psychiatrists, London.

People ask me sometimes if I have any ideas for healing or uniting the country. I don’t, really; I’m not so grandiose and smug that I think I can tell the world or the people in it how to heal from the violence, division, and greed that seems to be spreading and threatening the country.

I might be arrogant and outspoken sometimes, but I’m not so arrogant or deluded that I believe I can solve the world’s problems. And I never tell other people what to do, which puts me on the wrong side of much of the country.

I believe in spiritual, not political, solutions. Neither Donald Trump nor Joe Biden can wave a wand and heal the country. They are not the real problem. I don’t see these men as saviors. I have to look within myself for a meaningful life, not to others. We are losing our moral center; ideas like truth and kindness are being subsumed with anger and grievance. Lying is very much in fashion.

The healing will take some time, as will as the return of honor, kindness, and decency to our public and private lives. I can only try to do that for myself and hope others will catch the spirit behind a spiritual life. I think that will happen and is already beginning to happen.

My idea for myself is surprisingly simple, focused, and doable.

I want to live a spiritual life despite all this anger and cruelty.

After two decades of searching, I’m still only beginning this journey for a spiritual direction. I’m joining a community of people who want to better each other and be compassionate to the struggling.

I don’t know what or who God is, but I want to leave space for the idea in my Life and my heart. The spiritual work is calming, softening, and educating me on how to live. I had a lot of work to do, but I’ve come far and expect to keep going. I’m reveling in the experience of re-discovering what it means to be happy.

Any commitment to a spiritual direction teaches me the spiritual rather than religious or secular way of living. It proves the time, wisdom, compassion, and structure to create some sacred or precious space where any understanding of God can exist and act. I’m unsure about this God thing but am passionate about spiritual things. It is all good.

My only conclusion about the mess in our country is that I believe we are a non-spiritual nation driven by power, greed, and cruelty. We no longer listen to one another or even speak with one another. We go online and run our mouths.

The idea of a spiritual and sacred space could work to heal that. But the idea of a spiritual direction is aversion to politics and our media since neither believes in the spiritual idea about how we treat each other.

We will heal when more and more of us seek a kindler and gentler idea of politics, government, and freedom. I need to work for it and vote for it. That will take a while. But on a personal level, it’s easy to do and costs nothing.

When I began studying and working for a spiritual direction two decades ago, I started a transformation I didn’t understand, expect, plan, or count on.

A spiritual life is, I think, not so different from a religious life – the idea of both has worked in wonderful and surprising ways to make me a better person, certainly not a perfect one. And we seekers can choose our dogma; we don’t need anyone else’s.

For me, the goal of the spiritual Life is what the prophets call “spiritual formation.”

It is, says Henri Nouwen, “the ever-increasing capacity to live a spiritual life from the heart. A spiritual life cannot be formed without discipline, practice, and accountability.

There are scores of spiritual disciplines. Almost all of them ask seekers to slow down and organize their time, desires, and thoughts to work around and counteract selfishness, impulsiveness, cruelty, domination, or what some spiritualists call “the fogginess of mind.”

The problems I feel in our country are ancient and familiar to the history of humanity: greed, cruelty, power, unchecked wealth, a refusal to compromise, negotiate, or talk to one another, a retreat into the dark world of the Internet and its often divisive and hateful and growing control of truth and information.

That’s why organized religion popped up in the first place – to make a softer and kinder world. It worked, at least for a while.

We are not called up to decide whether to fight for our values or work independently.

A spiritual direction for me is simple: no cruelty, no argument, no lying, no domination, a love of people with low incomes and the needy, and a need to be gentle and kind to one another. The spiritual direction also teaches me to grasp the idea of having enough, not more than that. I don’t need to be a billionaire. No one in my consciousness needs to be a billionaire. We are forgetting how to treat other people decently. We need to remember how.

How can we ever build a loving and connected world if we have forgotten the truth?

There is no magic wand for this, not for me or the country. I have to get to work and stay focused. Kindness and compassion are viruses; they can and do spread from one person to another. Everyone I know appreciates kindness, empathy, truth, and courtesy.

My spiritual practice has so far done me good.

I am overcoming my fear of managing money, losing perspective, lacking humility,  resisting contemplative listening and thinking, and the fear of wishing to live a happy and fulfilled life.

Those have been, for me, the rewards of a spiritual life. No politician or conspiracy theorist or politician can take that from me. I have the right to be happy; the spiritual Life is the source and trigger of much of my happiness. Maria is another.

It is a world of courtesy, love, and empathy for others.

But there is also a simplicity to the spiritual direction. According to Nouwen, the first and most essential spiritual practice that any spiritual director must ask “is to pursue the discipline of the heart.”

The idea of the spiritual direction came about in the religious realm to help worshippers find the concept of God in their hearts. But interior prayer is now a spiritual idea, not just a religious one, in which we can not begin to understand the concept of God in our hearts as something honest and loving and trustworthy in the center of our being. No lying, no hurting others.

With practice and hard work, I awaken the best parts of me, the thing other people call God. Spirituality lives in the center of my being and sets the good parts free. I’m just getting started.

With practice, I am permitting this idea of spirituality to join up with my heartbeat and my breathing and take me into the world of my hearing, seeing, touching, and tasting. I am learning to wake up to the person I have always wanted to be and see the beautiful part of being human in me and the world around me.

I sometimes tremble at how much work this has been and will be, and then celebrate how many good things it has brought me. I do worry that I’ll die before I get there. But the process of learning has been a lifesaver and life changer for me.

I can’t dictate to the world beyond me; I can only work to make a better me. It’s a pandemic of a kind, with no needles or masks. It can spread. It gives my life real meaning.

24 January

Can I Love And Respect A Rat? I’m Hoping To Kill Her As Soon As I Can. She Seems To Be Smarter Than Me

by Jon Katz

We have a rat (see the photo above) who has been invading and raiding our kitchen and closets for days now.

She is among the most intelligent animals I’ve encountered, except for Rose and Red, two of my border collies. I’ve been taught to find rats disgusting and even dangerous, and I have killed all of those I could whenever they came into the house.

Something about rats has always felt creepy to me and many others, but for the first time, I’ve encountered a rat I am starting to respect, if not love. I don’t think I’ll get to love.

We won’t let her stay in our house and will kill her without hesitation when I can, but I suspect some of the rat hysteria and legend have gone a bit far or, at best, overlooked this animal’s intelligence and survival skills.

This year, all our area’s farms and private homes seem to be experiencing rodent invasions – rats, mice, moles, chipmunks – as those animals seek to escape the flooding and the cold. We get some of these every winter, but nothing like this year.

We first found rats in our home a couple of months ago; we set out some traps and killed them,  one by one, almost immediately.

The ones we didn’t get ourselves, Zip, our new barn cat, went after. He got a bunch. We found parts of them all over the barn. People from all over the country are sending me messages about the rats they killed and how they did it, but none are working with our rats.

But one rat keeps returning, she leaves no droppings or other marks, she comes in via a hole around a bathtub pipe. She ignores rat traps and the peanut butter we have always used to draw and kill rats. She knows where the bread and crackers are and squeezes through tiny holes and open doors to get to them, open them up, and eat or transport the rest.

She only eats and steals crackers or bread made with flour. She seems neat and efficient. I shiver at the idea of rat babies.

She has ignored or avoided every obstacle and trap that we set. Maria and I are committed to removing this rat and, if necessary, killing her. But I am starting to feel differently about her.

Rats frequently stand for squalor, lousy hygiene, crime, illness, misery, and death. Those are not things we like to associate with our much-loved old farmhouse. We don’t want or need rats here.

Rats are typical pests in the home; they are said to lurk in dark, unclean areas. This may contribute to this symbolic link of rats to bad things and the notion that they carry disease. Some do, some don’t. The same is true for many animals.

But our kitchen and house are spotless; there is no squalor, disease, misery, or death here. In one sense, our rat is doing the same thing we are doing – taking care of herself, taking what she needs. But there is no co-existing with her. She has to go one way or the other.

I can’t fault her for surviving; she has a family to feed, but I am not a committed Buddhist, and I will kill her if I can. It’s just a little fuzzier than he was.

Our battle with her is escalating. I’m pretty stubborn also, and so is Maria. I am beginning to cope with the fact that I may be against a superior intelligence.

Last week, we joined the Orwellian nation. We installed an Amazon security camera in the kitchen, and we finally got a photo of this rat who has been outsmarting us (see above). We sacrifice privacy for comfort.

I’m beginning to understand that she is more intelligent than I am.

I’ve never quite seen an animal like that; I’m starting to respect and admire her. She is wicked smart. In my curious mind, every animal who comes into my life – Rose, Red, Zip, Simon, Lulu, Fanny – comes for a reason, and the reason eventually reveals itself. Animals mark the passage of my life.

This rat – I won’t name her, that could lead to trouble – has come for a reason, and I have no idea what it might be. Perhaps it’s learning to be more empathetic about animals everyone else hates and learning to be more empathetic. Can I put myself in the shoes of a rat?

This rat sometimes hides in the stove, we’ve figured out.

She never leaves any animal droppings. She cares nothing for peanut butter but goes every my almond floor and plant-based crackers. She jumps up on counters, noses open cabinet doors, pushes out boxes with crackers or bread, hauls them across the kitchen floor, empties them, and eats them or brings them to her family. She leaves no signs of being there except for the crackers on the floor.

The experts looked at the photo and said the rat appeared to be a pregnant female. Yesterday, we escalated the war with this rat and the effort to get her out of our house. We got a humane cage to trap her, replaced the peanut butter with the crackers she was stealing – perhaps preparing for a new family – and set out a sonic transmitter that should annoy them.

In an extreme step for us, we even set out some poison (one that doesn’t harm dogs or cats or other animals) and put it around the hole and openings in the basement we think she uses to come into the house. So far, we’ve seen or heard nothing from her. We don’t know if she is finally dead or very much alive. We have a cracker-stuffed rat trap outside of the hole she uses to squeeze in. We will see her again, even though our crackers are locked up high and secure.

There are a lot of advisers out there, and a number suggest putting Zip down there in the basement. I wouldn’t say I like the idea. We’ve always handled rats before and will do it this time. He’s doing find where he is.

This rat would hide from him.

I’m surprised at how many people have had this problem this year.

I am also shocked by how savvy this rat is; she seems to understand everything we are doing, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear she learned something from the rats who died at our hands and in our traps. She won’t go near anything that killed them.

We sleep at the moment with the camera in the kitchen turned on. If there is any motion, it will beep and alert us and take a picture. The first night, the camera went wild when the rat appeared. Last night, nothing. Is she dead? Is it stuffed with crackers? Dead from poison? I don’t know.

It was a surreal scene for us – lying in bed on a bitterly cold night, looking at the picture our camera had just taken and beeping up to us. “Look,” I said, “it’s a rat after all.” We both got up to investigate, and she was long gone when we got downstairs. Maria scrubbed every surface and tile floor in the kitchen.

The cat did leave a cracker trail we can use against her. Now we know how she got in and what she loves eating. I’ll use that.

She’s a remarkable animal, and I love remarkable animals. Where do the animal rights people stand on the rights of rats, I wonder?

I  have come to respect this cat and understand she is trying to survive a brutal winter. She seems careful not to harm or disrupt anything but the crackers. She does manage to get them out of the cabinets and onto the kitchen floor.

I am committed to capturing her or killing her if I can; I have no apologies or hesitations to make about it.

We don’t want a rat rampaging through our kitchen, eating food, or hiding in the stove. The security camera didn’t pick up any movement last night, so either she was sick or dead or had gone into hiding for a few days; she had enough crackers to last for a while.

I wondered if I could ever love a rat, and I don’t know. I don’t think so. I don’t feel it.

I feel justified in killing this rat and getting her out of my house. But I am revisiting some evil assumptions about cats and their history. Being blamed for carrying the plague in medieval times didn’t help their reputation.

But I have come to respect this one, and my plan if and when we catch her (I believe we will) is to take her and her trap out into the woods and let her loose.

A rat is as bright as that can survive anywhere.

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