and now, Dan Rather

Today I shed a tear for the country I know and love, the one I believe still beats in the heart of most of its citizens.

The United States became the most powerful nation in the history of mankind not merely on the basis is its fearsome military, as lethal and well trained as that may be. It wasn’t solely based on its unprecedented economic engine, as dynamic and far-reaching as that may be. America’s greatness was forged by a Constitutional compact of grand and universal ideals that the country has tried to live up to ever since.

For generations, we have been an imperfect but vital beacon of freedom to a world too often wandering and failing in moral confusion. But that ultimate strength has dimmed considerably in light of the recent actions on immigration from the new President Donald Trump. We are turning around desperate refugees. We are singling out men, women, and children on the basis of their faith – and we are doing all of this with a randomness and capriciousness that defies reason.

A colleague of mine used the term “heartless” to describe so much ot the President’s executive actions. Sadly, I found it an apt and dispiriting diagnosis—especially when faced with the results of his executive order on immigration. For over the years, I have seen that our greatest American leaders extol empathy rather than condemnation. They have known that in a complicated world, it is best to make policy choices with a scalpel – not a hacksaw. Sometimes, when our national security is threatened at the level of World War II, all-out conflict is the only recourse. But those instances are by far the exception.

From Vietnam, to the Iraq War, from Japanese internment camps to the centuries-long persecution on the basis of race and ethnicity that almost toppled our democratic experiment, broad strokes channeling our least compassionate and most jingoistic impulses have always made us weaker rather than stronger.

Today, in the wake of his one-man decision to wreck and reverse immigration policy so suddenly, there is chaos and confusion mixed with heartbreak and fear. A well thought-out, measured overhaul of immigration policy, with organized-in-advance measures to implement that is one thing—and one that perhaps a majority of Americans would support, But this mess, created overnight, is quite another. With this, we have embolden our enemies who want to see nothing else than to compete in a world of moral relativism. In the Cold War, our struggles over civil rights fed into the propaganda of the Soviet Union – as our new actions fuel the extremism Mr. Trump claims to be attacking.

Too many people during the campaign explained away Mr. Trump’s irresponsible rhetoric as metaphors and euphemisms. These are not concepts he understands. Serious foreign policy experts know that this is a boon for our enemies and undermines our democratic principles. But too many Republican leaders in Congress, even ones that denounced the Muslim ban during the campaign, stand by cheering it now. History will mark their names, as it marks this moment.

This will be challenged in the courts, who may very well strike it down. But damage, real damage, has been done to our global image. I believe Vladimir Putin is smiling, and would-be global powers like China see a vacuum forming that they will be eager to fill.

I still remain optimistic that the vast majority of American people will recoil and speak out at this unwise policy. But whether we like it or not, as the detentions and impediments already springing up make all too real, this is the stated de facto policy of the United States today. Every day that it goes on, every day the chaos, confusion and heartbreak deepens, America loses more pieces of its soul and standing in the world.

— Dan Rather

ive noticed that a lot of most backward ass countries

where the men keep down the women are also the countries where people have to gather firewood and hay to fuel their homes. not like i have any advice for these third world governments, but maybe i do.

fellas: maybe if you let your babes do more than raise your children, cook, clean, and carry bales of hay, they could help you figure shit out so that you wouldnt have to use hay any more.

whatever. we have enough problems in america what with $2 per transaction if i want to pull $20 out of an ATM, ridiculous gasoline prices, and the fact that i can’t get a McRib at McDonalds unless im having a lucky day.

So let’s instead turn this post over to a dear friend who i dont talk about enough on here who we will call Sally who writes in today to tell me about her weekend and at the same time invites me over to take a cruise on her 40 foot sailboat.

morning, tony!!! how are you doing this morning? i just got in at 9:30 b/c i had the worst. sleep. ever. i don’t know if it was the red wine or the steak that i had last night, but i woke up with the worst night sweats- like my bed was soaked! that hasn’t happened in a long time. so i was basically up every 1/2 hour last night! ugh!

so how was your weekend? i see that there was another blogger party? you guys are so funny!!! how was it? and what is up with that story about the chic? is any of that true, tony??? 😉 tell me!!! im sure most it was. oh shit was that my gf steph who i hooked you up with!? she did have a mighty big smile this morning.

you fucker!

i went out on friday to this cool club in the bev-1-9er called ‘joya’- it was so much fun!!! lauren knew some chic who knew some dudes and we got to get a table and were drinking vodka and dom perignon. lauren was getting hit on by wesley snipes and i ran into kevin from the backstreet boys- it was pretty funny. it was a lot of fun dancing there- they played really good music.

on saturday, lauren, ted & i went to lunch at swingers, then went to the funky tea house, then shopping on melrose (me- window shopping, of course). then later on we went to this hopping club nacionale- it also was very cool! i liked it a lot- but i swear you have to be like the president to get in the place!!! it was nuts!

yesterday, i had to come into work actually…. then hung out with my friend abdi. we had dinner at this cool place and drank wine, played scrabble and watched the grammys.

i am definitely in rehab for the rest of the week.

can we please hang out VERY soon? tomorrow maybe? i know it might rain, but i have foul weather gear and it’s always so much fun having some spiced cider or irish coffee after sailing in the rain.

i miss you!!!

diary of an adulterer + gweilo diaries

subj: my adoring fan

date: 94-06-09 19:39:12 EDT

from: jenny677

to: gauchotony

hi boy. philly is the worst. but your letter was uplifting. the shonen knife thing was pretty cool for such a baaaaad band. sorry but i must dissent. i wish i had that huge beasties poster you do. i would style if i did. i spent 10 dollars on roach shit today– not cool. i still cant believe how not cool and not attractive marcus is. i intimidate him. i love it.

i saw a cute boy today, twice at two different places like 2 hours apart. must be fate. your letter was weird. why do you think i wouldnt like you if i saw you? that only happens with people who are uptight and stuffy like my ol pal marcus so how does that bulletin board thing here work? would you send me the # again? im absent minded.

still no word on the whereabouts of renee for the weekend and she isnt a bitch. shes just like me, only she is in med school. i wish you lived here. i would always go to your house cos mine has roaches.

i think its good for you to regulate with your giiiirls. most suck anyhow. why waste testosterone or whatever that is you have that makes you a man. i painted my nails now im feminine, but i did it while listening to rage because i never wanna be a girily. the singer for rage is sexxxeeeeeee.

everyone here is rich. too bad they all suck bad. how funny that money cant make you cooler. me i am wicked cool but no one gets to know me because there is like a 3 week trial period where i am impossible just cos i am and lots dont get past that. i think you did.

my stomach hurts. roach shit no doubt. my long distance bill is carazy and im gonna get in trouble when poppa gets a hold of it. god stomach hurts. my stomach is so cute. a little pudgy but i like it like that.

how can you love me when your ex and i are opposites? thats weird little boy. your gettin old you know that? me im young. i want to rock right now. i wanna boy so bad it gives me a headache. a tall boy with big clothes and big hands and nice breath. i feel icky. gotta lye.

bye boy who theoretically should be my soulmate.