The Lesser of Two Evils

This could be applied to both personal and international matters.

OK, in regards to the US, it has been known it has backed murderous right-wing dictators because it was the lesser of two evils. OK, among a person’s life, we often have to choose between poop and piss so we choose the less dangerous psychos among us!

Anyway, a lot of people don’t care for this doctrine. I mean, tons of anti-American youth overseas, regardless of left/right affiliation were often appalled at US policy – not seeing it as the lesser of two evils and some who are leftist simply want the left guys in power.

So, how do you readers feel about it? Should we just say, if something seems to be bad – then why not turn it all down? Is that even a feasible choice?

White Nationalists Bored with Trump

This isn’t surprising as I don’t think Trump is a true believe in all of it. But, anyway, I don’t think WNs could ever gain control of the US – simply because there are too many decent Americans who are appalled by hardcore white nationalism.

So in that case, the old thought of them to create a separate nation – or perhaps do some crazy scheme to nuke most of the US population (aka The Turner Diaries) would be about right.

But mathematically speaking, I give either of these options almost no chance – with WNs forced into the hills much like Al-Queda or Idaho milita groups.

Pop White Nationalism

I will call it this to distinguish it from the hardcore type that wants a full fledged fascist US on the lines of the antebellum South, Nazi Germany, Apartheid South Africa.

Anyway, the fact remains that Americans don’t want real white nationalism. They’re rather have a sort of sissy version a long the lines of Fox News or something. But anyway, that doesn’t bother me cause I hate white nationalism.

So Trump lately is answering more to the call of the pop stuff – revealing himself to be more like Reagan than anybody else. Well, he’s too insensitive to be like the two Bushes (I mean, strictly from a non-war POV.). (Come on, to W. Bush’s credit he tried to end AIDS in Africa!)

What is Trump considered about? He’s considered about money – which is no shock. He’s not interested in white nationalism, a movement that sort of wants extreme preference, maybe even socialism for white people. Anyway, Trump was willing to adopt a hardcore stance on immigration – but it wasn’t enough for white nationalists and also he cannot enforce it. He can’t enforce it because we live in a democracy and the voters partially rejected it.

Don’t you all see how democracy and white supremacy are incompatible? That’s why Nazi Germany and Apartheid South Africa were highly un-democratic.

Las Vegas Odds of Trump Out

I say pretty high. I mean, it might even be worth it to make a bet. OK, why I say this? Well, Cohen, his former lawyer, was pretty much convicted on doing Trump’s dirty work – so next in line – would be Trump himself!

Anyway, Trump was never a good candidate – simply running on name recognition – and if he hadn’t paid hush money to those porn stars, well, he couldn’t have gotten elected! Well, maybe not, I mean Clinton had some affairs but was still elected – but he was impeached later!

Up from the Bottom

Very cool comment from the Juggalo Funeral post. Moving and well-written. Enjoy.

Howard, I appreciate your thoughts on this pathetic situation. You wrote,

Try to imagine having nothing; no education, no skills, no talent, no drive. In short, no future!

Frankly, I don’t have to imagine it – I’ve been there. To compound the problem, I had been thrust into a society I was thoroughly unfamiliar with and did not understand at all (American culture) after having been reared in various foreign countries from the age of eight & coming back to USA at 16.

That same year, I simultaneously lost my virginity and became pregnant by a man seven years my senior. He was a cretin, obviously – and I was a lost, scared, emotionally wounded little girl who had just lost her Dad and seen her family disintegrate before her eyes…now I see all that, but back then I only felt shame and guilt.

I was ‘forced’ by my family to marry the man. It was what “good families” did back then, you see. Shame and coercion were the tools used to somehow, supposedly, magically, and remarkably preserve the family’s good name. Cool, huh?

So I did as I was told. I dropped out of high school the summer before my Senior year. I was 17 in July, and my baby was born in November. When she was six weeks old, I got pregnant…the first time I’d had intercourse since the birth. When my first child was 11 months old, I had twins. I had just turned 18.

At 19, I found myself with three babies in diapers, two black eyes, and one old car to use as a “getaway.” Having been effectively abandoned by my family partially due to circumstances beyond their control and partially because the whole family had exploded to bits, I ended up living in that old car for a couple of months.

Back then, disposable diapers were uncommon, inefficient, and very expensive. Basically, they were only used while traveling if you could afford them. I often had no way to do laundry after I escaped the abusive father of my babies, and many times I ended up using my T-shirts as diapers.

Fast forward…I’m a grandmother of seven, living in a little cabin my husband & I designed ourselves and put on our 100 acres of land – all paid for, free & clear – getting ready to retire early at age 54. I’ve had a successful career in medicine, although I did not attend college until my children had all left home.

Neither did I remarry until my kids had all grown and left the nest. It is possible, albeit often very difficult, to rise above the storms, slights, and indignities of life. For years I lived in shame, guilt, humiliation, disgrace, degradation, and ignominy. I felt I had no right to my very existence.

I worked at menial minimum wage jobs (often two or 2 1/2 jobs at a time) and steered clear of drugs, alcohol, etc…couldn’t have afforded them if I’d wanted them anyway. As the years went by, I did begin to use alcohol. Excessively. I was a functional drunk. Not an alcoholic, just a drunk…which is less respectable than being an alcoholic. I did it by choice, not because of addiction. It was my chicken-shit escape. I’m not proud of it, but that is the way it is. The way it was anyway.

Life can be hard at the best of times. Some of us choose to rise to the challenge and eventually overcome…some of us make excuses as to why we “can’t.” I have empathy for this couple…but they make their choices just as you and I make ours.

Being poor, disenfranchised, abandoned by every level of society, degraded, hurt, and relatively unintelligent didn’t define the rest of my life. Unintentionally or not, my life was effed up by my own actions and my own choices…I was an ignorant child, but I still did it to myself. By the same token, I eventually crawled out of it with no help from anyone.

The blame is all mine, but so is the eventual triumph.

I don’t really know why I felt moved to share this with you. Maybe just to say,

“I wish someone like you had cared enough to give me some encouragement, to just see me, when I was going through my own personal journey out of Hell.”

I feel for this family…as bad as it was for me when I was young, I never had to live in their world. I’m grateful for that. I wish them all the best in their own journey out of their own Hell…because it surely is Hell, whether of their own making or not.


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