The Golden One

Charlie and I flew down to Zihuatanejo, Mexico this past week to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary.

We stayed at the posh Thompson/Hyatt Resort on Playa La Ropa, a tropical setting with oodles of palm trees, clear turquoise water, and a white sandy beach populated with chaise lounges under the shade of palapas. Nothing much to do except enjoy the scenery, have Margaritas and snacks, and read.

Muy bien!

Our room at the resort was very spiffy, as large as our first home in Valinda, overlooking a lagoon, and had our own private plunge pool. The bed was mammoth and sat right in the middle of the room, and the furnishings were very modern in style.

Perfecto!

We stayed for four nights. We ate at the HAO restaurant (on property) the first night, enjoying a Mexican barbeque. It was very nice.

On the second night, we went downtown to a very nice bar/restaurant called “Bandidos”. We had some grande Margaritas and I ordered Molcajete for dinner. It is a native dish that I always seek out in Mexican restaurants (but can never find in the States) and it was outstanding.

The next night, for our actual anniversary dinner, we ate at an upscale place called “La Gaviota”, which is located at the south end of Playa La Ropa. We enjoyed a great meal (I had a scrumptious seafood pasta), some Mariachi songs, and a wonderful sunset over the bay.

Magnifico!

As usual, our Mexican hosts were friendly and helpful. Charlie and I have been traveling to Mexico together for fifty years and, without exception, this has always been the case. People who we know who “would never go to Mexico” because of fear of the cartels, criminals, rapists, etc., don’t know what they are missing.

Those doofuses have been watching too much Fox News, I think!

The only bad things about this trip were: (a) the massive logjam on the 91 Freeway (a freeway-blocking accident involving a car and a semi) as we headed toward LAX; (b) the flight back to California on Alaska Airlines which took an extra 45 minutes due to a headwind; (c) a clusterfuck at the Alaska terminal which required us to sit out on the taxiway for 45 minutes before disembarking; and, (d) lots of confusion as to hooking up with our hotel shuttle at the chaotic Bradley terminal.

What a mess that place is! As enormous as LAX has become, and with all of the transportation infrastructure that has been improved there, it is still a nightmare figuring out how to get in and out of there without losing your mind. Too many people and cars. We’ve been to many countries, hence airports, and I think LAX is the worst. By contrast, the Zihuatanejo/Ixtapa airport in Mexico was wonderful: clean, modern, efficient, and friendly.

Run by a bunch of “lazy Mexicans”; who knew!!

We flew First Class on this special trip, and really enjoyed the extra legroom and service. However, we sat behind a large gentleman wearing a Covid mask who let out a horrible-sounding cough about every 60 seconds or so. It sounded like he had Tuberculosis, Ebola fever, or Stage 4 lung cancer, or some nasty communicable disease. We were simultaneously afraid and annoyed, thinking that he’d missed his Medevac flight to Scripps. However, his wife informed Charlie that the poor guy has a bad case of asthma: 100 percent not communicable. That was great news, but we still had to listen to the loud, honking cough for 3-3/4 hours.

Yipes!

Our celebratory getaway to Mexico was made possible by son Tim and wife Shanon, who watched our posse of three Boston Terriers in their Murrieta home for six nights.

It was a circus, I’m sure, but they seemed to have enjoyed the experience. As a matter of fact, Shanon wants some of that energy around her in the future, so she’s getting a Pug puppy in a few months.

On our six-hour drive back to Mesquite from So Cal, Charlie and I reminisced for hours about the circumstances that led to our hookup in 1973 and marriage in 1974.

I was a single guy at the time, while she was a recent divorcee with four young sons, working double shifts at the hospital to make the mortgage payment, and getting zero dollars in alimony or child support from her ex-husband. If it weren’t for my G.I. bill assistance (I was finishing up college at Cal State L.A.) and Food Stamps that Charlie got from the County, we would have never made it.

Most people we’ve met are astonished that a single guy would have taken on a divorcee with four young kids. To be honest, I really never gave it much thought. I could tell that Charlie was a good person with a huge heart. I had dated (after high school when I was a lifeguard/swim instructor, in my college fraternity days, and during my four-year military stint) probably four dozen different gals, some of whom were shopping for a husband. I enjoyed every one of them. However, my priority was finishing up college, not chasing skirts. It just so happened that I ran into Charlie in 1973 when I was working at Queen of the Valley Hospital (as she was), and I was immediately “moonstruck” by her caring and warm, friendly nature.

“Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!”

And, so, we began our Great Adventure… which turned out fantastic.

I don’t think our successful marriage by chance. We both came from large, loving families anchored by honorable, hard-working parents. My parents and her parents both enjoyed 50-year marriages. This doesn’t happen by accident, as the marital endeavor is a team sport: mutual support, encouragement, agreement on the important things (finances, child-rearing, career aspirations, problem-solving, etc.), and lots of caring through thick and thin.

My wonderful wife and I have had our emotional ups and downs, financial stress, medical issues (mostly Charlie, who’s had jillions of them!), career hurdles, parenting challenges, and plenty of arguments. Fifty years is a long time to hang with anyone, certainly. However, we have been great TEAMMATES, working together to achieve our goals. And, always FRIENDS.

The two of us are very different people, some might say polar opposites.

Charlie is a people-person who is always looking to help others. She is dyslexic, to a degree, thus a slow learner. However, once she gets up to speed, watch out… because she becomes an expert, is diligent, and works extremely hard at whatever task is at hand. She has been a bookkeeper for decades and her clients love her, as she is available to them 24/7/365. She is, in essence, a business nurse… with a huge heart. She can walk into a room of 200 strangers and, upon leaving, has two-dozen new friends and perhaps a few new clients.

I am an introvert, by nature, and in that same room of 200 strangers one might find me up against a wall, nursing a drink, observing people and behaviors, but not going out of my way to make new friends. I’m not unfriendly; however, I simply don’t need a lot of friends to function. Maybe it’s “guy thing”? Or, maybe it’s just me? Another difference between us is that I’m constantly reading and trying to learn, and that stuff comes easily to me. I can read 100 pages per hour, and I put time in every day scouring scores of news sources to keep up with events and issues. I had a long, productive career in a corporate structure where I enjoyed tackling complex problems, nurturing my subordinates, and achieving goals.

So, how did “oil” and “water” mix so well?

I think we both understood the concepts of love and marriage, and tried as hard as we could to always be friends. We make decisions as a couple; very rarely does one of us do something significant without buy-in from the other.

For example, we both enjoy interior design, and have worked hard to create nice living environments in the several homes that we’ve owned. If, for example, we want to purchase a new rug or painting or couch, we will jointly examine the options until we both say, “That’s it!” What I do is go online to something like Wayfair, check out all of the possibilities, identify some promising candidates, and then sit down with Charlie and go over each one, eliminating the “losers” one by one until we both agree on the “winner”. That’s the way we make sure that each item is exactly what we want… and there are no hard feelings afterwards.

We work collaboratively on all significant decisions. It’s probably a normal behavior for people who are married for a long time, and probably abnormal for couples who struggle and end up divorced.

Anyway, we did it our way and we’re elated with the result. We were serious about marriage, and the commitment that it entails, and we made it work.

As the saying goes, “There is no “I” in team”.

I am reminded of a Panama Canal cruise that we took years ago. We played Bingo every day. On the first day of the cruise, the Bingo host asked the several hundred married folks (pretty much everyone) in the showroom to stand up. Then, he said, “Everyone who has been married less than five years… sit down.” And, a number of the couples did so. He then repeated his message but made the criteria ten years. More couples sat down. This went on for awhile until he eventually arrived at the final couple, who I think had been married something like 75 years!! They got a well-deserved “hooray” from the crowd.

We actually came to know the couple, as they played bingo every day on the 10-day cruise. The guy’s name was Tony Rine (I can’t remember his wife’s name) and the two of them just so happened to be neighbors of my parents in Vista, California. A very nice couple, they were. And, frugal. While everyone else in the game was buying multiple tickets for every game, Tony and his wife would buy one ticket only, and they would jointly mark the numbers on the card as they came up. The odds of them winning were many times 300 to 1, because the other contestants were playing multiple cards.

During that 10-day cruise, the Rines won a Bingo worth several hundred dollars several times, playing the one card. It was amazing. On the final night, when the jackpot Bingo game was worth $12,000, Tony and his bride of 75 years played their usual one Bingo card. We were sitting with them, playing multiple cards, when Tony yelled, “Bingo!” We could hardly believe it.

Now, that’s what I call teamwork!

A Conspiracy?

The New Testament of the Holy Bible is probably the most important piece of literature whose provenance is completely unknown.

No one, not even Christian religious scholars, knows who wrote the Gospels (i.e. the stories of the life, ministry, and death of Jesus Christ) or when, exactly, they were written.

Of course, the lack of witnesses or evidence corroborating alleged divine goings-on is a common denominator of every major religion in world history. The mystery of supposed supernatural things is part of the attraction, I suppose. People like to ponder the unknown and come up with all manner of explanations: it’s the nature of human beings.

This is what keeps the clergy in business.

Believers in fables and myths are simply expected to suspend disbelief and accept such stories as factual. So, even though human beings can’t build ships than can accommodate all living things, part seas, topple stone walls by blowing on a trumpet, walk on water, miraculously restore hearing to a deaf person, raise the dead, or survive a crucifixion, the true believer must accept these tall tales if he wants to “belong to the club” (his church).

Devout religious folks are actually proud of the fact that they BELIEVE in stuff that has no basis in fact. Whereas a non-believer such as myself finds himself constantly asking, like the old burger commercial, “Where’s the beef?”

In other words, where did this Biblical literature come from, who wrote it, when was it written, how was it published and, perhaps the most important question, why was it produced?

These questions, particularly concerning the New Testament of the Bible, have puzzled curious folks for 2,000 years.

Of course, during the first 1,500 years of Christianity, when the Catholic Church possessed enormous power, simply asking such questions could get the inquirer in big trouble. A skeptic could be shunned by the faithful, excommunicated (tossed out of the Church), tortured on the rack, or even burnt at the stake. Book burning (i.e. destroying any religious literature not complimentary to the Gospels) was commonly practiced by Christian zealots under the direction of local bishops.

Thankfully, the power of the Church has been in decline for several hundred years, thus many theologians and historians over the years have been able to contemplate the murky origins of Christianity.

What they all agree on is that the Gospels were not written by Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John (that is, they were titled that way to infer that Jesus’ disciples or followers wrote them, with the implication that these scribes were four independent witnesses to Jesus’ ministry). Also, it is obvious to scholars and theologians that none of those writers personally witnessed any of the holy pageant in Palestine: all of the Gospels were written long after Jesus Christ allegedly walked the earth.

In addition, since none of the authors personally experienced Jesus (and there were no tape recorders in the 1st century), we can know for a certainty that none of the supposed verbatim quotes from Jesus came from His lips. Thus, all the red ink in the New Testament (i.e. the supposed actual words of Jesus Christ) are not the “word of God” but, rather, wonderful prose constructed by talented writers in the late 1st and early 2nd century.

A question that has always haunted me concerns the “Why?” In other words, why did Jesus (an observant Jew) and his twelve disciples (also Jews) conspire to create an anti-Semitic religion?

Another question is, “How did Christianity emerge under the noses of the Roman Empire?” The Romans had their own pantheon of gods (Jupiter, Neptune, Venus, etc.) which supposedly helped them out from time to time. At the same time, Rome was quite tolerant of the various religions that they encountered in their conquered territories.

So, how was it that the new religion of Christianity was able to grow by leaps and bounds in the 2nd and early 3rd centuries, eventually replacing Rome’s own Roman pantheon of gods and becoming the “state religion” of the Empire by the 4th century?

I just recently read (for the second time!) a book by Joseph Atwill titled Caesar’s Messiah, The Roman Conspiracy to Invent Jesus. This book theorizes how and why Christianity evolved from Judaism with the help of leadership at the Roman court.

Atwill’s book makes more sense than anything I have previously read about the mysterious beginnings of Christianity. It is still considered a fringe conspiracy theory among theologians and historians, but it really connects the dots, in my opinion. So, I will undertake to summarize Atwill’s theory in the following discussion.

Two thousand years ago the Roman Empire encompassed much of the “known world”, including the Middle East. As was the policy within the Empire, conquered peoples were allowed to worship their local gods in their own fashion with the exception that every place of worship also needed to contain a representation of the Roman emperor as an acknowledgement that he was their worldly lord and master. Most conquered peoples acquiesced to this rule. However, the Jews of Palestine absolutely refused to allow a bust of the Emperor to be placed in their places of worship, as their religion forbade such an abomination.

Thus, the Romans were in perpetual conflict with militant Jewish hardliners, which necessitated a strong, expensive military presence in the Middle East to maintain order. By the mid-1st century, Rome had stomached all it could of the rebellion and mounted a campaign to crush the Jewish zealots once and for all. The “War of the Jews”, as historian (?) Flavius Josephus describes it, culminated in the siege and ultimate destruction of Jerusalem, including the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people and the burning and leveling to the ground the Jewish holy Temple in 70 A.D. A few years later, the remaining zealots were trapped on the mountaintop fortress of Masada and were either wiped out by the Roman army or committed mass suicide.

Leadership in Rome was quite annoyed at the massive and expensive military endeavor required to pacify the residents of Palestine. They didn’t want a repeat of this religious guerrilla warfare in the Middle East or any part of their Empire. The Roman goal was, and always had been, to pacify the peoples in lands that they conquered. In most cases, their new subjects acquiesced and they became obedient Roman citizens. This period of peace and prosperity of the Roman Empire is known by historians as the “Pax Romana” (27 B.C. to 180 A.D.).

Unfortunately, zealous Jews in the Middle East and elsewhere refused to cooperate. The problem was like a boil on Rome’s ass; something had to be done.

Atwill theorizes that Christianity was invented at the Roman court by probably a team of writers who worked together to fashion a product that would accomplish two objectives: defang militant Judaism and substitute an alternative monotheistic religion that would be beneficial to the Empire.

A thorough reading of the biblical New Testament reveals two things: the Gospel stories are the origin of anti-Semitism, as we know it today, and there is not one word in any New Testament book that reflects badly on the Roman Empire or its leaders. In fact, Jesus’ ministry highlights pacifistic ideas like “turn the other cheek”, and obedience concepts like “give unto Caesar what is Caesar’s” (i.e. follow the rules, pay your taxes). Christians are exhorted by Christ to be good citizens, as they will be “rewarded in Heaven”.

This decidedly pro-Roman religion didn’t happen by accident, according to Atwill.

One of the great mysteries about the New Testament stories about Jesus Christ is that no one knows who wrote them. The stories just started magically appearing beginning in the late 1st century after the Jewish wars against Rome. Christian clergy and theologians have insisted for the past 2,000 years that the Gospels (i.e. the stories about Jesus’ ministry) are factual.

However, no one who lived at that time in Palestine, even the many established religious and historical writers of the day, ever mentioned being in the presence of, or even hearing about, a charismatic, young Jewish rabbi “who was known far and wide”, wandering the region doing miraculous things, speaking to assemblies of thousands, turning water into wine, making a scene down at the Temple on the Mount, being crucified, rising from the dead, addressing 500 people after he was arisen, and… dead people climbing out of their caskets and walking the streets.

As is typically the case with any religion, the supposed divine man left no writings, possessions, or corpse to prove he was ever on Earth. None of the alleged thousands of followers, including his supposed twelve Apostles, erected a sign or monument (like “George Washington slept here”) that believers could venerate. How about “Jesus Christ was born here” or “Jesus ascended to Heaven from this spot!”?

Nope. There is a deafening silence from people actually living in early- to mid-1st century Palestine. Historians who were present in Palestine at that time and wrote about interesting happenings of the day universally omit any mention of the Jesus Christ character. It is as if he never existed.

According to the Gospels, Jesus was crucified in 33 A.D., four decades before the Jewish revolt against the Romans which culminated at Masada in 73 A.D. The Jewish Wars were prosecuted first by the Roman general Vespasian and, then when he went to Rome to begin the Flavian dynasty of emperors, his son Titus. During the campaign, a Jewish commander named Josephus bar Matthias was captured. He found favor with Vespasian by prophesizing that the Roman commander would ultimately crush the Jews and become Caesar. This is what ultimately happened, although the final military campaign was led by Vespasian’ son Titus after Vespasian returned to Rome and became the emperor.

Josephus, originally a slave to Vespasian, was later freed, became a Roman citizen and a historian who later wrote several books about the Jews, the rebellion, and the Roman military campaign. Working at the royal court, in the capacity of Vespasian’s biographer, he was a trusted member of the Flavian family, eventually changing his name to Flavius Josephus.

Josephus was but one of several aristocratic Jews from the Middle East who essentially “switched sides” and supported the Roman campaign to wipe out the Jewish zealots. Chief among them were Hellenized Jewish aristocrats from Egypt (the Alexanders) and Judea (the Herods). Together with the Romans, they had a common financial interest in preventing any future revolts. Also, there were intricate personal relationships between the Flavians in Rome and these two aristocratic families. Herod’s niece Berenice eventually became the mistress to Titus, Vespasian’s son and heir, thus connecting the Flavians (Vespasian, Titus, and his brother, Domitian), and the Alexanders (the family of Berenice’s first husband) with her family, the Herods.

At the time of Vespasian’s demise in A.D. 79, Titus became Emperor. Trying to solidify the Flavian mark on Rome, he started a campaign to have the Roman Senate confer retroactive “god status” on his father. His efforts ultimately paid off: Vespasian was posthumously declared a Caesar, rewarding the Flavians with a divine provenance. Thus, Titus Flavius, the new emperor, could say that he was, in a way, “the son of a God”.

Maybe not coincidentally, these things happened at the same time as the Gospels were being created by persons unknown. These supposedly biographical stories about Jesus Christ, “the son of God”, began to circulate. At the same time, Flavius Josephus was writing his histories entitled the Antiquities of the Jews and The Wars of the Jews while enjoying the benefits of royal Roman patronage.

Joseph Atwill has done a deep dive into the similarities of Josephus’ “histories” and the Gospels themselves. In many cases, it appears that the sequence of events, and even the prose in the various documents, are strikingly similar. Atwill also compared the Gospel stories with Old Testament prophecies, and it appears that the Gospel writers went to great extremes to make sure that their hero Jesus was fulfilling those prophecies.

Of course, as we know now, those Gospels were written by persons unknown no earlier than 80 A.D. and perhaps as late as 125 A.D. by writers who were very familiar with the Old Testament. The ability of the hero Jesus to ostensibly fulfill prophecy is not so remarkable when one considers that the only evidence that he did so are the Gospel stories themselves, written no earlier than fifty years after His supposed demise… by persons unknown to history.

Nowadays, this type of literature would be called mythical.

If I was writing a fictional biography about myself, I could intersperse within the chapters supposed predictions that I made as a young boy. For example, I could say that, in 1957, I predicted that President Kennedy would be assassinated in 1963. Lo and behold, that prediction came to pass! But, of course, I wrote my fictional biography fifty years after the fact, so I knew when I was crafting the “miracle” prophecy what calamity had already come to pass.

Of course, I’ve used a known historical event as the example of such post- (rather than pre-) diction.

The Gospel stories (which are presumed by the faithful to be true) are replete with dramatic events from 1st century Judea that no person living at that time in Palestine… other than the unknown Gospel writers… seemed to have witnessed at that time. They have all the characteristics of myths.

Much like the stories about Paul Bunyan, Johnny Appleseed, and Pecos Bill… no one ever met the hero except the author. Can Pecos Bill’s exploits be factual if there were no independent witnesses? Probably not, and that’s why those stories are considered myths.

At any rate, Atwill theorizes that there were some clever writers, Jewish “turncoats” as it were, with extensive knowledge of the ancient Hebrew religion (likely Josephus, the Herods, and the Alexanders) who cooperated with the Flavians in Rome to concoct the Gospel stories. The team of writers was quite knowledgeable about Old Testament prophecy, particularly relating to a “Messiah” who would come to rescue the Jews from their latest oppressors, the Romans.

One of the tell-tale signs of the fact that these Gospel stories are myths is the absence of the identity of the writers: they took pains to be anonymous. Let’s face it: If anyone was to find out that the whole Jesus adventure was concocted at court in Rome, the jig would be up.

But there are clues about the Gospel writers interspersed in the fables like bread crumbs. In many cases those clues involve modified names of characters. One involves the famous Joseph of Arimathea, who the Gospels report took Jesus down from the cross and buried him. Historians say that there was no place called Arimathea in 1st century Palestine. However, there was a writer, working for Emperors Vespasian and Titus in Rome at the time when the Gospels were created, whose name was Josephus bar Matthias. Is it possible that the writer Flavius Josephus, with tongue-in-cheek, couldn’t resist including himself in the gallows humor? Director Alfred Hitchcock famously used to do this in his movies.

Another telling fact about the production of New Testament literature is that, in the 1st century, only wealthy aristocrats or the government itself could afford the high cost of producing written materials. The common citizen followers of a Jewish rabbi who wandered the countryside would likely not have been wealthy journalists.

Atwill’s thesis is that the Gospel stories were meant to (a) crush the militaristic Jewish religion, (b) create an alternative religion that was pacifistic, and (d) put Roman leaders in a positive light, particularly the Flavian dynasty. The overriding goal was that Jews throughout the Empire would acknowledge Caesar as a god and be obedient to him.

I won’t go into the minute details of Atwill’s analysis of the Gospels, but as he explains ad nauseum, they were meant by the unknown authors to satirize and lampoon Judaism and its zealous leaders while at the same time creating a new religion without the burdensome Hebraic requirements (circumcision, no eating flesh of cloven hooved animals, purity standards, etc.) and restrictions (check out Leviticus in the Old Testament!).

In order to entice new converts to the religion (particularly Jews), the new “god” figure, i.e. Jesus Christ, was portrayed as fulfilling Old Testament prophecy such that he would appear to be the long-awaited Messiah.

Yes, the writers used the antiquity and provenance of Judaism… against itself in kind of a cruel joke.

In fact, according to Atwill, Jesus’ alleged ministry in Palestine is a choreographed match to Vespasian’ and Titus’ military campaigns which ultimately resulted in the total destruction of Jerusalem and its holy Temple and the hilltop fortress of Masada. This Jewish catastrophe, which was foretold in the Gospels by the Jesus character (supposedly the Son of God) was actually accomplished by Titus (the “son of a god”). The goal of the whole literary charade was for religious citizens of the Roman Empire to accept Caesar as a god figure, be obedient, and reject the militarism of the Judaism that had caused so much grief.

Question: Who had the resources in the 1st and 2nd century to produce the Gospels and disseminate them throughout the “known world”? Answer: The Roman emperors and their scribes.

Although not covered by Atwill’s book, this reality also explains the provenance of the rest of the books of the New Testament, many of which were allegedly written by the self-appointed “Apostle Paul”.

This mysterious Saul/Paul fellow, not mentioned in the Gospel fables or any historical accounts of actual 1st century events, seemingly wandered the Empire preaching a “Christian” religion. The Apostle admittedly (in his writings) never met Jesus Christ in the flesh, only in a vision, but that was apparently enough to set him on a course to provide an alternative theology to Judaism. (Supposedly, Paul was an ex-Jewish priest, and citizen of the Roman Empire, providing him with the bonafides to steer his listeners away from Judaism and toward a better religious product.)

This is, not surprisingly, exactly what the Roman leaders desired.

One interesting thing about Paul the Wandering Salesman is that he had no apparent job to earn income. Supposedly, Paul spent his hours coaching up the new Christians and writing letters (epistles) to the various emerging churches, setting them straight on matters of theology and behavior. Some of Paul’s writings are quite lengthy, hence the would have been prohibitively expensive to produce.

“How did this guy with no means of support afford to publish these writings?”, you might ask. My guess is that Paul (or whoever really wrote Paul’s New Testament contributions) was on Caesar’s payroll.

Even though “Apostle Paul” supposedly wandered far and wide, spoke to thousands, experienced all manner of adventures (including being killed but… surviving!), and allegedly helped to establish churches in many big cities within the Empire, he is another Biblical persona who is absolutely unknown to legitimate historians researching people and places of the 1st century.

Just like Jesus, his disciples, and the faceless writers of the various books of the New Testament, who took pains to hide their identities.

Rhetorical question: If it had become known that the entire New Testament was an elaborate literary scam concocted at the royal court in Rome, do you think the public would have “bought” the new Christian religious product?

I think the answer is obvious.

In conclusion, I have no idea if Joseph Atwill’s theory is 100 percent correct, but it is the best explanation that I have ever heard. It makes sense when you carefully examine Atwill’s painstakingly researched arguments.

As Carl Sagan famously said, “Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence”. There is zero evidence to back up any of the New Testament fables nor does anyone know for sure who wrote them.

In this case, the “Why?” they were written, per Atwill, makes a lot more sense than the idea that the God of Abraham, in a fit of exasperation over 1st century Judaism, came up with a new, improved religious product for His earthly audience.

Visitors

We recently enjoyed the company of two grandchildren, Jessica and Craig, when they came north from Southern California to participate in the Zion Half Marathon.

We LOVE those kids.

Jessica is a Registered Nurse at a hospital in San Diego County, and Craig is going to college and working full-time, hoping to get a degree in Psychology. They are both intelligent and articulate, they are hard workers, and they are super nice “kids”.

The whole package.

And, they have a brother “Josh”, a winner as well, who recently got engaged to his squeeze “Andie”. Both of them have good paying jobs (he’s a manager in a large medical lab and she works in law enforcement) and have been together for several years.

Granddaughter Jessica just recently got engaged and is going to marry her live-in boyfriend “Abe” in October when we are scheduled to be RV vacationing in Oceanside. Jess and Abe live nearby. Abe is a heavy equipment operator, specializing in those huge cranes that erect skyscrapers and such. He makes good money and is a fine man, to boot. He and Jessica share joint custody of his twin kids (boy and girl) with his former wife, and it seems to be an amicable relationship.

Grandson Craig has toyed with the idea of joining the Air Force or Navy. However, he is busy now with work and school (where he is getting good grades), and he’s getting older (I think he is 21 now). At some point, the military isn’t interested in prospects that “old” (as their training is geared toward 18-year-old, unworldly, pimply-faced kids who can be molded into obedient soldiers)… unless the recruit has a college degree. Craig might be one of the latter in a few years.

I drove Jess and Craig to and from the 13-mile race on Saturday. They are both ample specimens (not slender) who were doing the race for the achievement of finishing… which they did! They both said, after the race, that the “killer” was the several mile uphill portion just after the 6-mile mark… something that caught them off-guard. However, they gritted their teeth and gutted out the race. I think they finished, together, in about 2-1/2 hours.

Better than I could do!

Speaking of visitors to our Mesquite home, we are anticipating welcoming my sister Kellie and sister-in-law Kay on April 30 for a few days. Neither has seen our property, and the two of them want to do a quickee tour of Zion National Park, as well. I’m sure I can arrange that.

Also, I believe that our son Jon and his wife Misty are planning to visit us in May, coming all the way from Lexington, Kentucky. We can hardly wait!

Maybe I’ll take them up to Zion, too; everyone loves that place.

Charlie and I are still working on our diets, trying to slim down before we hit the beach in Zihuatanejo, Mexico in a few weeks. It is our reward (to ourselves!) for 50 years of marriage.

So far, Charlie has lost 22 pounds since December, and I’ve lost 17. We’re quite proud of ourselves.

As I mentioned previously, we will become “visitors” in the Fall when we spend a month in Oceanside, California and spend some time with our old Southern California friends and relatives.

Visiting is fun!

Looking Forward

It is hard for anyone to predict what the world will look like in ten or twenty years.

That is because everyone’s imagination is a product of their intellect, education, life experience, and beliefs. Those components tend to skew the imagination backward, a bit, toward the comfortable “known”.

If you had told a guy in the 1950’s, for example, that by the year 2000 there would be no more telephone booths or carbon paper, or that virtually everyone would be carrying around a high quality camera in their pocket, he would have laughed at you. Ditto if you’d have told him that he would be paying to watch TV in his own home.

Hee, hee, hee… that’s a good one, he’d laugh!

I certainly don’t know what’s coming down the road. Some things are somewhat predictable, like more people working remotely, more jobs being lost to “artificial intelligence”, most higher education being acquired on-line, and, at some point, transportation being weaned off of petroleum products. It appears that global temperatures are warming, too, so we can expect more unsettling weather, disasters, and rising sea levels. Low-lying cities, like New York and Miami, are in for a rude awakening.

Trends indicate that citizens of industrialized countries are becoming less religious and more people are living together absent marriage. Couples are having fewer children, too. Maybe that’s a good thing, as the planet can only support so many hungry mouths.

Our democratic system of government is broken and in need of a general overhaul. Because of zealous partisanship, a comprehensive “fix” of our Constitution is probably not going to happen any time soon. So, where does that leave us?

My Dad, a Barry Goldwater conservative back in the day, used to say that the best form of government would be a “benevolent dictatorship”. That is probably true, but this earth has yet to produce even one of those unicorns. Because “power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely”, sooner or later the benevolence wanes and the self-serving accelerates.

That’s just the nature of things.

We “Baby Boomers” have experienced democracy at its finest, back when politicians of different stripes could work together to get things done. It wasn’t perfect, but it was “adjustable” considering that we voters could kick to the curb idiot elected officials who got too big for their britches or tried to foist stupid ideas upon their constituents.

Nowadays, those kinds of losers fill most of the seats in State and Federal legislatures, spending their time feeding from the government trough while shooting spitwads at each other. Many of those incumbents are Baby Boomers; go figure.

I can understand why a lot of Americans are sick and tired of the democracy that we’ve allowed to putrify: it isn’t working very well.

There seems to be a groundswell of sorts aimed at taking dramatic action, politically. The Republican Party, under the leadership of disgraced former President Donald Trump, seems to be in the mood for draconian solutions in many policy areas. If Mr. Trump is elected President in November, there will be a very different look to government in the United States.

Maybe that’s what is needed: an Ice Bucket challenge, so to speak.

My fear, should this occur, is that the authoritarian model that Trump promotes would feature an Administration populated not by the “best and brightest” but, rather, a mob of hard-line loyalists to Trump who would attempt to force unpopular ideologies on the majority of our citizens. Civil strife, much like occurred in apartheid South Africa, would be likely… in my opinion.

The problem with giving authoritarianism a shot in America is that, historically, dictators tend to get more frisky as time goes on, and the people’s “rights” tend to diminish, as well. Freedoms that we and our forefathers have enjoyed and taken for granted, like speech, assembly, petition, and even gun rights could be eliminated.

This is what happens in dictatorships: the last thing a dictator wants is someone loudly ridiculing him with a bullhorn in a public space, for example. Aggressive retribution is common, often by goon squads with truncheons and automatic weapons. People get “disappeared”. (Interestingly, such anonymous “enforcers” were deployed, illegally, by President Trump during the BLM protests. People who were committing no crimes were roughed up and some were kidnapped and hauled off in unmarked vans. One youth brought his AR-15 from another state, waded into the BLM protest, and shot a couple of demonstrators. He was treated like a hero and celebrity by Trump’s people.)

Authoritarian leaders tend to want to cling to power. They do this by rigging elections in their favor or… doing away with them altogether. This is how Vladimir Putin stays in power, and how the North Korean dictatorship has been perpetuated over many generations. Since 1948, North Korea has been ruled by Kim Il Sung, then his son Kim Jong Il, and then his son Kim Jong Un, who is currently prepping his daughter Kim Yo Jung to take over from him upon his demise.

Can anyone imagine the idiot Donald Trump Jr. being handed the reins when his father gets bored or dies? No way, you say, but daddy Trump already controls the Republican National Committee. If elections continue to be held in America, the how and who on the ballot would be determined by the authoritarian President and his posse.

No way, you say!

Consider the fact that today, in “Trump Country”, hard-line Republican legislators continue to devise ways to limit the voting power of Democrats, particularly those who are minorities like Blacks and Latinos.

I predict that, if Trump’s cult succeeds in November, we could be looking at a new age of “Jim Crow”-type repression of minorities in America, targeting African-Americans, Latino-Americans, Asian-Americans, and perhaps others. State-supported “foreigner” bashing could become a national pastime, much like Jews were targeted in Nazi Germany. Liberals  Democrats, educators, LBGQT individuals, and journalists would be hounded by goons, both civilian and governmental.

Another thing that will happen with a regime change that substitutes authoritarianism for democracy is that power dynamics within the population will change. Currently, the voting power of our “mature” population (i.e. senior citizens) is strong and is a prime reason that the Nation has its Social Security and Medicare safety net. Those programs are expensive, but elected politicians are loathe to reduce those costs because seniors show up to vote in droves. An authoritarian leader need not concern himself with the anger of voters, particularly if he controls the electoral process. He could decide to limit who votes or if there are elections at all.

He could decide that Social Security and Medicare need to be eliminated because… America has too many old people! He could, essentially, “thin the herd”.

Who needs old people, anyway? (Except Trump, who will be 78-years-old when/if he takes office.)

This all seems far-fetched to us, as we have a 250-year history of elections in this country. There is no way that we could lose the right to kick a lousy leader to the curb, right?

The answer is “Yes”.

With our collective track record over the past 50 years, it is safe to say that the electorate has done a crappy job placing competent people in positions of authority. I’m ashamed. Aren’t you?

Something to consider: an authoritarian leader, able to do pretty much whatever he wants without fear of losing elections (since they don’t need to be held), doesn’t need a legislative branch to enact laws: he can do that himself. So, a Legislative branch of government isn’t necessary, nor is a Judicial branch needed to interpret the laws. I wonder if the two hundred plus Republican Congressmen and 48 Republican Senators and the Republican majority of the Supreme Court have given this any thought?

Maybe we have collectively earned our fate; i.e. losing the rights that we have misused. Perhaps a “strong man” like Trump is needed to tell us when to jump and how high?

I will probably go to my grave believing in the idea of democracy, even though its execution in America has been a train wreck in recent decades. Call me a dinosaur, if you want, but I will always feel that problems can be solved by people who listen to each other and make an honest effort to find compromise.

The good thing about a dictatorship is that the mention of problems is not allowed, so there are theoretically no problems to solve.

If the Boss says that everything is hunky-dory, then… it is, just like in the last Trump Administration.

Does anyone remember the President assuring everyone that Covid-19 was “just the flu”, “there are only five cases nationwide”, and that the whole thing was just “overblown” drama hyped up by the “Liberal media”?

One million deaths later…