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The Curious Case of Roy Moore

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The Curious Case of Roy Moore

I have mixed feelings about this wave of sexual harassment allegations against rich and powerful men.

I’ve even been a fan of some of these characters…Louis C.K. and Al Franken in particular. However, they are “characters”, so misbehavior of a sexual variety on their part is not all that shocking to me.

For starters, I certainly believe that if a rich and powerful man attempts to take advantage of that position in order to coerce sexual favors, of any kind, that’s just plain wrong…and should be roundly condemned and, if the facts and elements of assault (or worse) are present, prosecuted. If this wave of outrage and condemnation is about exposing such behavior, then it’s a good thing.

But you’ll have to admit that the current phenomenon goes a bit further than that. We now have “anonymous accusers” suddenly empowered to “bring down” the celebrity or politician of their choosing. Could some of this be politically motivated? Well, it’s certainly possible, now isn’t it?

The bottom line is that we humans are sexual animals. We like sex. Sex is often a motivator for success in life, i.e., we are motivated to be more successful in order to get more sex. Women spend countless hours and dollars making themselves attractive to the male species. There’s nothing wrong with that…it’s natural. And when their efforts succeed, should they be allowed to cry foul and potentially ruin a career because the attraction got a little out of hand?

Well, perhaps yes and perhaps no…like most things in life, it depends on the facts…doesn’t it?

And then we come to the curious case of Roy Moore (while lurking in the shadows of the uproar circling around Moore is the even more egregious case of our sitting President)…

Moore, a professed devout evangelical, has been accused of sexually assaulting underage girls when he was in his 30’s. He’s now 70, so we’re talking about incidents that go back some 4 decades and are hardly prosecutable due to the statute of limitations for such crimes. So, we’ll never know for sure whether these allegations are true or not, will we?

Should 4 decade old allegations of sexual assault against minors disqualify a man from holding one of the highest offices in the land, that of a U.S. Senator?

Some say yes, others no. Ultimately the people of Alabama get to decide that issue. So, we will know for sure come election time on Tuesday.

However, the curious case of Roy Moore has peaked my curiosity for other reasons as well.

On the one hand, you have the allegations of some pretty bad sexual misbehavior. But even more troubling for me are his abhorrent ideological views.

Such as…

-clinging to the now completely debunked birtherism charge…

-his hatred towards gays…

-and Muslims…

-and his unconstitutional notions about the role religious views should play in actual government policy.

If you add all of the above together, it’s a pretty toxic mix.

Nevertheless, he very likely will win on Tuesday and become a sitting U.S. Senator. Apparently the ideological bent of the majority of Alabama voters is such that they see eye to eye with Moore…as crazy as that seems to me and many others.

Or is there something else going on?

Moore will of course give Republicans a more solid hold on the Senate and that will help Trump get his “agenda” passed. An agenda I of course vehemently disagree with.

Could it be that all this Republican support flowing towards Moore is motivated by pure political expediency?

That even though most Republicans find Moore abhorrent on many levels, they’re willing to hold their collective noses and support him anyway?

Hell, Trump even stated bluntly that political expediency is exactly the reason behind his support for Moore.

And that brings me to the salient point of this post on the curious case of Roy Moore …

One of the fundamental ideas that undergirds impact mindfulness is that of putting ones impact over self-interest. And it would seem that elevating a character like Moore to the office of U.S. Senator is a perfect example of the opposite, i.e., self-interest over impact.

Why do we keep doing that?

It seems that American politics has devolved into this ideological battle where one side must defeat the other, at all costs. Even the costs of electing a lunatic as Senator…or even as President.

The thing I’m afraid of is that ultimately we all will pay the costs of this type of thinking…and voting.

And one of the most impactful and patriotic ways to put one’s impact over self-interest is in how you vote.

Unless and until we can start voting for impact, rather than out of a sense of self-interest, or a sense of winning ideologically against the other side, we’re going to see the political divide in the country continue to grow to dangerously wide proportions.

It’s not about winning…it’s about governing.

And governing is about doing what’s best for everyone, not just those on your ideological team.

The Feeling of Saudade

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the feeling of saudade

I recently went computer-less for over a month. I just got it back yesterday…why you haven’t heard from me in a while. Incidentally, if anyone needs a computer guy (only Apple products) in the southern zone of Costa Rica, I’ve got your man.

Life without my computer was…sad. I know that probably sounds sad to many, but someone out there might be able to identify with the feeling…

The good news is that my genius computer guy rectified the situation. So, I don’t have to be sad anymore!

But that’s not always the case, is it?

Sometimes, we lose things dear to us and we can never get them back. That can provoke a sort of happy kind of sadness. We remember the good about those things, while suffering their absence in our lives…at the same time!

There’s a Portuguese expression for this presence of absence. That beautiful word is “saudade.” The pronunciation is sau-da-j.

Now I don’t want you to think that I’m so shallow as to engage in the feeling of saudade over something as superficial as not having my computer handy.

I just turned 57 yesterday. Believe me I have plenty to feel saudade about!

The truth is that even though our yesterdays are irretrievable, they do in a sense “reside” in our memories. And those memories can provoke a longing for what was and can never be again. That’s the feeling of saudade.

What things commonly provoke this feeling in you?

It’s not a bad feeling, really. In fact, it’s a feeling that adds flavor to life…and the longer we live, the more reasons we’ll likely have to feel it!

That’s because despite our resistance, life just keeps on changing. Nothing stays the same. Everything passes…including us. It’s a physical law that everyone and everything in the universe is destined to obey. We don’t have a choice in the matter.

It’s sort of ironic that as discomforting as change is, when it’s happening, the feeling of saudade that comes later is, in fact, quite comforting.

I guess the closest word we have in English to it would be “nostalgic.” But that one just doesn’t quite capture the feeling, as does saudade.

As we grow older and our physical prowess wanes it’s easy to feel saudade about this loss of vitality. That is, unless and until you realize it’s replaced by something far more vital…wisdom.

The wisdom of the ages.

As I come ever so closer to turning the page on six decades of life as a global citizen of this planet I’ll admit feeling saudade over many waning abilities…

I get tired a lot quicker these days…

Things are beginning to brake more easily…

The door to cynicism cracks open, ever so narrowly…

But as time marches on, so do I…what other choice do I have?

Now that even sounded a bit cynical, didn’t it?

Speaking of change, the rate of change in our world seems to be accelerating at a pace that can make even the most ardent thrill-seeker a bit uneasy.

And many of these aren’t what I’d consider good changes. Yes things are changing and later we’ll surely feel a bit of saudade about them.

As I sit writing this morning surrounded by the lush green Costa Rica mountain landscape, it’s nightmarish to contemplate that perhaps one day, even before I shed this mortal coil, all this natural beauty that has served as my muse for many years, may no longer be…

As I direct my attention to the political change taking place in my country of birth, it is nightmarish to contemplate that this bastion of democracy and freedom that has so long served as a beacon of hope to the world, may cease to exist in the form we have cherished for so long…

These are things we all may feel saudade about in the years to follow.

And in their cases, I’m not sure how comforting that feeling will be.

There are some things that are worth fighting for. There are some changes that we don’t want to simply step aside and allow.

The powers that be might want them, but not the rest of us. And together we’re more powerful than they are.

Yes, I’m glad to have my computer back. It’s a tool I can use to get thoughts out of my head and into the world…where they can perhaps resonate, or fall flat…

And I will continue to do so…

I’ll continue to write about things that I refuse to accept.

I refuse to accept the idea that we are destined to lose the things we should cherish the most.

Our liberty…

Our right to dignity…

Our right to live in peace…

Our ability to enjoy the beauty and bounty of the natural world…

Our freedom from intolerance…

You see these are things we don’t want to ever feel saudade over!

Do we?

On Becoming a Revolutionary

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on becoming a revolutionary

I’ve referred to this old post recently, so I thought I would resurrect it to a position in the RM archives as well.

After all, it’s a post on becoming a revolutionary, which certainly is a relevant concept…

What is it about Latin America that tugs so hard on the heart strings?

In my own experience I can testify that there is some mysterious quality about this region that makes it irresistibly addicting.

Yes…I’m a Latin America junkie!

I’ve traveled around it a bit, having spent time in Nicaragua, Panama, Colombia and, of course, Costa Rica.

But I know that there’s so much more to see and experience.

One of my favorite movies is The Motorcycle Diaries, which chronicles the travels of a young Ernesto “Che” Guevara and Alberto Granado as they embark on a journey of self-discovery, traveling from Argentina to Venezuela on an old beat up motorcycle they named, La Poderosa (or the almighty one).

I love to travel and when I do, like Guevara and Granado, I like to get down and dirty and find out what life is all about in the places I visit. Maybe that’s one reason I came here in 2001 and never left.

Towards the end of the movie, while Guevara and Granado are spending time as volunteers in the San Pablo leper colony on the banks of the Amazon in Peru, Guevara makes a farewell speech in which he speaks of a united Latin America, a speech which forecasts the later events of his life.

Of course, it’s well known that Guevara went on to join Fidel Castro’s revolution in Cuba and was ultimately captured and executed in Bolivia under the direction of the CIA.

Guevara was a Marxist, hated by the U.S. for trying to spread the evil of communism throughout Latin America. But Guevara was more than anything else, an idealist.

He believed in armed revolution as the solution to social injustice.

[I believe he was wrong on that point, by the way.]

Throughout history Latin America has spawned its dictators and its revolutionaries. There just seems to be something about this place that ignites a higher than normal level of passion…and that can be infectious.

The passion of Latin America is evident in its wars and revolutions, legendary outlaws like Pablo Escobar, music, poetry and literature from the likes of Pablo Neruda and Gabriel Garcia Marquez and in many other ways.

It is an alluring and exotic place, filled with beautiful people, danger, romance and adventure.

I have a few good reasons to leave this place and go “home.”

But the problem is that Latin America has taken hold of me. It’s like being hopelessly in love and once that happens to you, you just can’t leave.

It’s not that easy.

If you do you are going to pay a heavy price, maybe for the rest of your life.

The price of always longing for what was.

The price of always wondering what could have been.

Sure I can leave Latin America, but that longing will remain in my heart. And if I tried I’m sure that before long I’d return.

I believe there are others who know exactly what I’m talking about.

There’s a strange and mysterious spell that’s cast on anyone who comes here and falls in love with this place. It changes you.

Material pursuit isn’t what drives you anymore.

You become an idealist.

You become a revolutionary.

You become like Che Guevara.

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The Inciting Incident

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Occupy Wall Street Poster

On September 17, 2011 a group of young rabble-rousers pitched some tents in Zuccotti Park in the heart of Manhattan’s financial district. Their intention? To “Occupy Wall Street.” Their ultimate goal? Bring attention to social and economic inequality, greed, corruption and the perceived undue influence of corporations on government. Were they successful?

The attempt was immediately dismissed by entrenched powers of the status quo as a bunch of anarchist hippie wannabes who really only wanted an excuse to get high.

But they did get the world’s attention. And the drama that ensued created scenarios as surreal as those revealing the disparity in wealth of the Capitol against the poverty of District 12 in the Hunger Games.

I admit deep feelings of kindred spirit with the OWS movement. Like I have said many times recently, Revolutionary Misfit also desires to bring attention to things like social and economic inequality, greed, corruption and the perceived undue influence of corporations on government.

But there is a difference. One problem that the OWS movement faced was in deciding exactly what change they wanted and how in the world it could be practically implemented. It sort of had the makings of a typical union strike where the employees decide to cause enough disruption that management has no choice but to cave into their demands. But OWS would have had to have caused a lot more disruption than several thousands of tents pitched inside a park to get the entire financial apparatus of the largest economy in the world to cave into their elusively expressed demands.

I have no visions of such Tahrir Square-like grandeur. In fact, the only change I want to inspire is inside the heads of potential followers of this blog. That is change that is indeed practical and possible and can actually and ultimately have world changing reverberations.

The only change I want to inspire is inside the heads of potential followers of this blog. That is change that is indeed practical and possible and can actually and ultimately have world changing reverberations.

A change from within…rather than without…if you will.

So what is the inciting incident for the Revolutionary Misfits? All revolutions need one. I can’t really say it’s one thing in particular. For me, the instigator of this blog and the idea of impact mindfulness, the “incident” really is an amalgamation of happenings that helped form a world-view. Many have taken place over the course of my lifetime. But what brought it to a more current event-related head is the fact that the world, all of a sudden, seems headed in a disastrous direction.

The economic collapse of 2008 is certainly an indicator. Also, the fact that global warming is not just a cool documentary anymore…it has become a reality we face on a day to day basis. Global income disparity is rapidly widening to gulf-like proportions. At the same time dictators are falling under the weight of Facebook and Twitter inspired and organized protests. The ability to have an amplified voice is at our disposal like no time ever before in the history of mankind.

It seems that the universe is crying out for people to have an impact.

It is giving us this chance and it might just be our last. I don’t mean to sound apocalyptic, but really things are sort of fucked up. And really, it is within our power, and maybe even it is our duty, to say something and do something about it.

Revolutionary Misfit seeks a change. But not from one type or form of governing to another, but in one type or form of thinking to another. From one that is hell-bent on me to one that is laser-like focused on us. Making a difference for the good of us all. Having an impact and inspiring others to do no less.

The only thing Revolutionary Misfit really seeks to “occupy” is a small slice of your attention…that’s where it all has to begin.

On Fessing Up – Finally

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On Fessing Up - Finally

My last post addressed the issue of the need to be right as the one that might be at the heart of the growing division in our country…

Today’s post is about fessing up – finally, or the admirable trait of knowing when to admit wrongness.

Sometimes we are forced to do so. Like when the facts begin to reveal themselves…

Let’s take a quick inventory and based on that, make an assessment regarding timeliness…

Just this year we’ve seen the following evidence transpire…right before our very eyes…

Racism rearing its ugly head, openly and defiantly, in ways we haven’t seen in some time…with white men holding tiki torches marching to defend the statue of a man who led a rebellion against America, resulting in its bloodiest war, in order to defend the right to enslave humans…

and in the aftermath of the ensuing chaos, a President who saw “good people” on both sides of that issue…

Back to back…to back…category 5 hurricanes and catastrophic once in a thousand-year level flooding with widespread damage and resulting human misery…

A President who insults just about everyone, almost daily, with his twitter feed, in ways that would make Don Rickles blush…and in ways that threaten to ignite global nuclear conflict…

Another worst mass shooting in history by a fellow citizen with an arsenal of weapons that allowed him to mow down almost 60 people in less then 16 minutes…

And despite all that you have this entrenched ultra right-wing who just can’t bring themselves to admit a few things, such as…

That racism really is a pernicious problem in American culture…

That global warming is a real and increasing threat to our lives…

That our sitting President is more than a bit unhinged…

That banning assault weapons makes perfectly good sense, will save (and would’ve saved) many lives, and doing so does not negate the 2nd Amendment to the Constitution in any way.

The last post made what I believe to be the salient point that it’s the stories we tend to tell (and attach ourselves to) that give rise to this reluctance against fessing up…

But sometimes the facts just speak for themselves too loudly to be ignored.

It’s sort of like the scientific method. Now, I’m not a scientist, but I do know it works something like this…

One scientist proposes a theory. At this point it’s no more than an educated guess or hypothesis…in other worlds…a “story”…

That theory is put to the test. It is subject to ridicule and rejection by the rest of the scientific community.

If the theory is able to weather that storm it gets to become accepted truth…a scientific fact.

If not? Well then it’s swept into the dustheap of rejected scientific history.

I don’t mean to pick on the right-wing here…well, maybe I do…perhaps I should.

You see, it seems there are some stories that they’re clinging to that have now been shown to be just flat out wrong.

Many of their stories are failing the fact test.

However, it appears that rather than to be willing to let them go, as any good and honest scientist would in the face of overwhelming factual evidence, they just cling to them all the harder…

They claim that any evidence (or “news”) to the contrary is not factual…it’s fake news they clamor!

Now just imagine if scientists operated that way. Imagine the chaos it would cause in the world!

The very idea of scientific truth would cease to exist.

Every theory (or story) would hold claim to truth and its proponents would take the position that any factual evidence to the contrary is contrived.

I dare say that this breakdown in the scientific method would produce a world that you and I would not want to live in!

Well, this breakdown in political thought is pretty much creating that same level of chaos in our society and our world.

Where will this ultimately lead us?

Not sure about that one…I’m still holding out hope that these folks will come around…

I’ve still got faith that as the factual evidence grows to overwhelming proportions…as it surely is…

that fessing up – finally will appear to be their only option.

Genuine Genuflection

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Genuine Genuflection

The country…indeed the entire world…seems more divided than ever these days. And those on one side of the divide are generally loathe to express any sense of understanding or respect for those on the other.

The dividing issue of the moment is “genuflection.” Yea, you read that right…the nation is divided as ever on the issue of “knee taking.”

Genuine Genuflection

And with Trump at the helm, next it could be “ring kissing”…but I digress…

I guess I really don’t need to reiterate the facts of this current brouhaha. I posted a bit about that the other day.

The intention of this post is rather to get at the heart of the matter.

What is really dividing us? I mean REALLY!

I wrote a post earlier in the year entitled, The Tale of Two Americas. That one alluded to the idea of inclusion versus exclusion as the seminal issue of deep division…

But is that really it?

Or, is it something even more sinister??

Is there a structural component to the division? Is it deeply embedded in the structure of society? Is there something inherent in our human DNA that makes us prone to taking sides? And have we actually built an entire civilization on that faulty foundation?

Perhaps those questions are too hard to answer in a less than thousand word blog post.

So, let’s come at it from a different angle…

Since the divisions themselves are so plainly apparent, perhaps the better question is, what will enable us to bridge them?

Acknowledging a few basic facts could help…

Like the fact that we’re really all made from the same stuff…

And have the same basic desires…

And live on the same revolving rock…

Are you catching my drift?

We humans have a lot in common, regardless of whether you’re on the “hate Trump” side, or the “love Trump” side.

Each side of the divide thinks that it has the answer about how the world ought to operate. In fact, each side is entirely convinced on that issue…

I’ve made the point repeatedly in this blog that neither really does. That’s the chief impact blinder this blog seeks to eliminate…the idea of absolute rightness…

When it comes to things like politics and religion…

there simply is none…

There is no “right answer.”

And guess what we’re divided most about?

Yep, you got it, politics and religion.

So, the direction I’d like this post to point to and encourage is one of stepping back from the fray and showing a bit of genuine genuflection out of respect for the fact that we’re all humans who deserve the right to be wrong.

After all, being wrong about something can ultimately lead to rightness…

just ask Edison.

We humans crave rightness…so much so that we’re willing to make up pretty elaborate stories about the way the world works and then dedicate our lives to them…

even die for them.

The real issue then might be just that…the competing stories we make up to prove that we’re right.

When it comes to the dividing issues of our day, such as whether it’s right or wrong to kneel or stand at the playing of the national anthem before a sporting event, is there really a “right side” to be on, or only a story that makes us feel like there is?

Are these competing stories really so important that we’re willing to risk the destruction of an entire society over them?

I seriously don’t think so.

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