me. i’m the problem.

February 10, 2025

in which i start a substack. like a million other people.

substack is all the rage. it's the Livejournal of 2025. but hell, there's a lot of good stuff on there, despite the lack of teenage angst. anywho, here is my first offering. i have no subscribers, but if i don't start writing and posting regularly, nothing will change. for me, at least.



my First Substack. w00t.

Just a few weeks in, and it’s already as bad as we feared it would be. I don’t think we had a felt sense for how this level of bad would be, because we’ve never experienced it in this country. Not even during the worst of Nixon. He only tried to undermine parts of the government.
Trump and his minions (or is he the minion?) are trying to destroy it all. They care not one whit for democracy. Or decency. They only want to take what they want – which, quite likely, is everything. 
Impoverish 90% of us? Fine, since they’ll have the wealth and power and won’t feel any pain. I think they’ll also expect to have the military and so can simply kill those who get out-of-line.
I am encouraged by how bad they are at tyranny. The judges are not collapsing, they are harming their allies, and the military is unlikely to be rounding up Democrats and the gays anytime soon. Cities and states maintain tremendous power. Many red legislatures are happy to do their part to destroy democracy, but if they cannot absolutely crush the people, it won’t work.
The on-going destruction of our climate is the biggest wild card, of course, but we also face the potential of various pandemics, everything from new strains of covid to bird flu to the goddamn tuberculosis. We might win the political fight and still see massive destruction.
In other words, it might be too late.
I hope not. I hope for better. The trouble is, so far, I’m not doing a damn thing about it.