Thought Experiment on Gaza

I’ve been writing and editing on this topic for weeks now, whenever I’ve had a chance between working on my business, a recent vacation, and other responsibilities. Due to the gravity of the topic, I’m especially concerned about clearly articulating and organizing my thoughts.

However, I want to make my position known. There is no mincing words on this. Hamas is an organization of savage terrorists. Their October 7th massacre of civilians in Israel was barbaric and fully condemnable. There should be no equivocating or contextualizing from anyone in civilized society.

I feel sick every time I see a rally in support of such violence. Supposedly educated people say things like, “This didn’t happen in a vacuum!” I have to question their sanity and basic human decency. When we have a dispute and all negotiations have broken down, militaries of the 21st century kill each other’s military combatants. We destroy each other’s military installations and seek to control strategic resources. We do not rape civilian women, kidnap civilian men, women, and children, or decapitate babies. That is never justified. It’s a dystopian circumstance in which we live that this needs to be stated. It’s a disgusting state of affairs that anyone in my country would show anything but repugnance toward even implicit support of these acts.

Now that I’ve made my position known, I want to address the equivocators—those who would respond that Gazans are prisoners living in horrendous conditions imposed by Israel and that this was an act of rebellion. Let’s do a thought experiment. Use your imagination to the best of your ability and put yourself in the shoes of a prisoner. Imagine you and your family are in the worst prison in the world. Maybe it’s Guantanamo, maybe the Soviet Gulag. You’re fed the most disgusting food, drink filthy water, receive the barest medical treatment under the strictest penal conditions, and all this is barely keeping you alive. You are there for years upon years. Some of your family have even been killed in brutal beatings and random acts of violence against prisoners. This is practically all you know anymore.

Now imagine that one day, you finally chip away a hole in the wall of this prison. You wave your friends and family through the hole and follow them, running, into a nearby town. It’s inhabited by the friends and family of your captors. Do you grab some weapons and run to a concert full of unarmed, innocent people and shoot their men and children while raping their young women? Do you wrestle crying infants from mothers’ arms and cut off their guiltless heads? Why not? What kind of person would you be?

Unfortunately this does not even give you a good picture of the people that make up Hamas (and the PIJ). These groups are jihadis. They don’t care about the liberation of the Palestinian people. They don’t care about land or freedom. They only care about glorifying Allah in a holy crusade against non-Muslims. If you’ve never experienced true religious zeal— approached the overwhelming and life-deranging idea that this life doesn’t matter at all in except as a route to an eternity in paradise—you cannot possibly understand the mentality of Hamas. They are honest about it, but we in the West treat our religions so casually that we don’t believe these people when they say that they want to die while killing Jews, Christians, atheists, moderate Muslims (all of which are “infidels”), and even their own children. Those people we hold dear and sacred are simply objects… in a fleeting dream they will not even remember once acts of glorious violence propel them into eternal life with a harem of virgin concubines. It sounds so ridiculous our strongest tendency is to laugh. But they are dead fucking serious. Baby eviscerating, gang raping, blood-lusting serious. And they’ve shown us. Do you believe them yet?

This is the group that governs Palestine by force. One might be tempted to worry that average-Joe-Palestinian doesn’t want this and doesn’t support these terrorist tactics. That is true of some or most of those civilians. But they are powerless to do anything outside the will of Hamas. Palestinians are meat shields to Hamas. Less than meat shields. Hamas militants will happily kill their own civilian men, women, and children to advance jihad. They’ll kill their own people to gain sympathy from the West. “Look what the Israelis have done to our people.” This only works because we value all human life and they value none. Fighting Hamas (and the PIJ, Hezbollah, Al-Qaeda, Houthis, etc.) is asymmetric warfare of the most gruesome kind.

I stand with Israel—not because I think they are innocent of killing or oppressing Palestinians or because I care about what land they want to occupy. I am on their side because they are on the side of civilized moral progress. In the Middle East, they are an oasis of a nation that shares our value for human life, liberty, and happiness, surrounded by literal suicidal homicidal religious zealots. I don’t use the word “literal” hyperbolically here, as has become common practice.

In combating jihadists, innocent civilians die. Comparing Hamas and Israel, the difference in their tactics is just as night-and-day as their values. The IDF goes out of its way to avoid killing innocent civilians. This is perfectly exemplified in the resources they spend inventing military techniques that try to help civilians evacuate buildings before destroying them. “Why are civilians holed up in Palestinian military facilities?” you might reasonably ask. But you already know the answer. Hamas doesn’t care if they die wants them to die. Civilians are useless except as future fellow jihadis, meat shields, or mutilated Instagram models that gain them sympathy and funding from the West. Hamas fires rockets from schoolyards and stores munitions in hospitals for the very same reason. None of this is difficult to understand if you can grok one simple fact that neither group would dispute:

Israel literally wants to live and Hamas literally wants to die. We should want to help them both.

P.S. I spent no time editing this. Please forgive and inform me of any mistakes I have made.

Ohio Issue 1 – The August 2023 Special Election

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This is a slightly modified version of a post I wrote for the social media network Nextdoor, where I hoped to get feedback and spark discussion. And I did. Some of it has been good so far, and some of it has been folks angrily banging at their keyboards… per usge. I would also enjoy hearing from anyone reading this blog. I’m intentionally burying the lede on Issue 1 because I think it’s perfectly representative of the ballot description (which I’ve linked, below) and makes my point.

[If] you feel like you can’t be honest about your intent, you should consider whether you might be the bad guy.

While I’m relieved that Issue 1—the proposed amendment to the Constitution of the State of Ohio—did not pass, I am still disappointed by the messaging surrounding it. Everywhere I looked, the propaganda was pure obfuscation designed to distract voters from the real reason the amendment was proposed. As you can see on the second page of the official ballot description from the Ohio Secretary of State (links to PDF), the arguments both for and against issue 1 are all beside the point.

“Empower the People, Protect the Constitution”

“… deep-pocketed, out-of-state interests…”

“… Shreds Our Constitution”

“… Takes Away Our Freedom”

Imagine you have a teenaged son who comes to you saying, “I want $1,000. Can I please have it?” You might reasonably respond, “Why do you want $1,000?”

Your son comes back, “Think of all the things I could buy with $1,000! I can name some: a surround sound system, a whole home dehumidifier, a fancy watch, a designer handbag for my girlfriend or a nice backpa-“

“TELL ME… why… you want the money,” you say, impatient with this non-answer.

“I’m broke and I need to settle with my plug for all the booger sugar he spotted me last week or he’ll break my right knee.”

You deserve to know the truth. Intentions matter. With knowledge of the real reason behind this request, you might still decide to give your kid the money. However, the route by which you come to your decision will certainly be different than if you thought the money was for a whole home dehumidifier. With eyes wide open, you can consider the value of your child’s right knee against the value of the lesson they’ll learn

On Issue 1, the truth is simple. Republicans proposed the amendment because they want to make it harder for Democrats to reinstate women’s abortion rights. By the way, we should say it in a manner that fairly represents both sides’ actual views: “Republicans call abortion ‘murdering babies.’ Democrats call it ‘women exercising control over their own body.’ Talk to all the people you care about and respect, then decide for yourself.”

Sure, there are technical details that should be made clear to voters—we should be concerned about all the collateral damage the amendment may cause, as well as the implications of the status quo—but not before plainly describing what this is really about. If you propose an amendment to our Constitution and you feel like you can’t be honest about your intent, you should consider whether you might be the bad guy.

The same goes for the other side. Why can’t they just come out and say, “We oppose this amendment because we want to bring back a woman’s right to terminate unwanted pregnancies and Republicans are trying to make it harder for us to have a fair vote on that issue this November”?

Maybe I just don’t understand politics. I can’t imagine how hard the job of a politician must be if they need to constantly lie (even if only by consciously omitting the truth) to try to get what they want. Does everyone in government feel so insecure about their values that they all have to mask their intentions? Who decided, “Let’s all try to trick each other,” was the right way to live?

I saw honest (some) discussion on Nextdoor and other social media, but I can’t understand why people should have to go there to suss out the truth from friendly neighbors and strangers with hidden agendas. I have read several testimonials that the ballot was difficult to understand if one didn’t come to the booth already understanding that it means to say: “Vote “NO” if you want your vote on abortion in November to matter as much as everyone else’s and no more.”

Isn’t the concealment I’ve described the opposite of the way we all want things to be? Don’t we deserve better from our elected officials?

I’d be happy to be freed of this delusion if I’m wrong. Please tell me if you think the messaging from our media or our elected officials was clear and honest.

Barbie

The Barbie movie is fantastic. To me, it was hilarious all the way through and, as you might have already heard, includes some witty social commentary. This is so much more than a kids’ movie about toys.

Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling put on incredible performances, though there was nothing I’d call chemistry between the duo since the dolls don’t share a romantic relationship of any sort. There are some great quips about their lack of both genitals and sexual awareness whenever the pair get into a somewhat intimate situation. This maintains the film’s air of innocence and fun. It’s great.

The set design is incredible. A departure from modern filmmakers’ overindulgence in CG sets, characters and props, in Barbieland, everything appears to be real… because it is. And it’s beautiful in a way that’s reminiscent of musicals produced in Classic Barbie’s day (1959), like White Christmas (1954), where the sets are as integral to the story as the characters. I loved the throwback style of dance sequences that rolled smoothly onto dramatically abstract flat-colored backdrops. Honestly, if Ryan Gosling singing I’m Just Ken isn’t supposed to remind us of Danny Kaye singing They’re Doing Choreography, then I don’t know what is going on.

(Caveat: I’m not even a film buff, so I probably don’t know what’s going on. But, look—there’s even a dude with a bowl cut resembling a black beret back there! Am I crazy!?)

Overall, Barbie is a marvelous deluge of hyper-social-aware jokes, song, and dance that skewer every view of the doll and “the patriarchy.” And it is indeed intentional that the film feels so evenhanded in its portrayals of Barbie. In her interview with The New York Times, Barbie writer and director, Greta Gerwig describes her desire to celebrate and criticize the whole phenomenon: “Things can be both/and… I’m doing the thing and subverting the thing.” She does an incredible job of capturing our 64-years-long love/hate relationship with the figure.

Spoiler Alert – The following paragraphs give away the ending. You might want to come back after you’ve seen Barbie for yourself.

It’s only at the end of Barbie where the messaging becomes disappointingly unbalanced with the Barbies’ treatment of the Kens. As Erik Kain writes for Forbes, “… the real world… may not be an entirely equal world, but it’s a lot more equitable than Barbieland!”

And so it ends, with Barbieland practically unchanged. Once the Kendom uprising is squashed, the Kens are put back in their place as furniture. To give you an entirely honest account of the film, the Barbies did offer a small concession: Some Kens may have positions in lower courts, but none shall sit on Barbieland’s Supreme Court.

As mercifully sheltered from reality as Barbieland appears to be, it suffers the same plight as the real world. Our society’s never-ending march toward equity and justice is not a march at all. If we marched steadily, we could stop on a dime at perfect equilibrium. Instead, we swing like a wrecking ball, back-and-forth, bashing each other in both directions until we all tire of hurting and getting hurt. The Barbies—a fantastic reflection of their creators—have a tragic taste for vengeance.

Speaking of our love of mutually assured destruction, Oppenheimer is a decent movie too. If you’re planning to partake in the double-feature of the year, I suggest Barbie first, so you can actually hear it. As a good friend of mine put it…

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Flying and Death

Some people are afraid to fly and some are so accustomed to it that it seems scarcely different from bus travel. Statistically, it is safer than bus travel (when passenger fatalities are normalized by passenger miles), but I find statistics less comforting to my gut than my mind.

I’m not afraid of flying, but I don’t take it for granted. Every time I fly I’m in awe at the fact of it—that it’s at all possible for apes to fly—and the mechanics of it—that we do it in such massive and powerful aircraft. The word, ‘aircraft,’ is funny now that I think about. It seems in contradiction to the respect these marvels of engineering demand. To call these things craft makes them sound like a young child’s art projects.

What brings me comfort in the midst of every takeoff is not the knowledge that some numbers are in my favor, but a less conscious understanding. There’s a deep acceptance that someday I will die. Whether that is today, aboard this plane, or some years later, when the tissues of my body cease to regenerate well enough, it is true. And when it has happened, it won’t make a difference to me when or how it happened. That brings me peace—freedom from fear.

I continue to practice mindfulness, with the goal of being more frequently and for longer stretches, in the Now. Now there is peace… like the acceptance of death. In fact, death doesn’t exist in the present, so that peace comes for free when I stay in the moment.

Where I struggle is with the balance of presence and thoughtfulness. Thinking and planning are necessary activities for humans who want to survive in this world. We need to think just to maintain our basic physical health and to do lots of other higher order activities that create ‘value’ 🙄, maintain our social health, etc. But, thinking too much is dangerous to our mental well-being. Our minds need rest even outside of sleep. Presence is restful for whatever parts of our brains do that thinking… Though for me, that presence takes a non-negligible amount of focus, which is work. Practice is supposed to make it easier.

Avoiding negative thoughts is especially hard work for me. If all I ever did was think about problems without judgement, I probably would not have a use for mindfulness. Achieving non-judgement seems to be the point, or at least a point. But I worry ceaselessly. I second-guess everything I’ve done and I agonize over the possible outcomes of everything I might do.

Mindfulness seems like an antidote to this suffering, yet it doesn’t tell us what to do—only how. Problems. 🫠

I hope you have a day full of wonder at the endless beauty of the present moment. It is truly all we have, and we are all having it together.

Honestly…

Being honest with everyone else—all the time—is really hard. Always being honest with yourself is impossible. Like when you forget to take your shirt out of the dryer for a while and find yourself hanging it up anyway, thinking, “Well, ‘wrinkly’ is in keeping with the style of this grunge concert t-shirt anyway.” Don’t kid yourself. Any groovy t-shirt will represent you better without the garnishment of Wrinkles-of-Unrepentant-Laziness.

Be. Better.

Btw, in case it needs to be said, by “you” I mean me.

Have a great day, you.