We Need Focus and Action Now from our Democratic Leaders

Our school's safety is the most important issue before us, NOT Russian trolls.  That is a diversion that only helps divide our focus.  That issue can wait as our children are more important, don't you think?

If we focus on gun regulation, relentlessly. and give Republicans two choices:

1.  Gun regulation

2.  Absolute Gun removal from citizens

It's time to stop asking for No. 1 politely and go aggressively for No. 2.  WHAT????

The Democratic Party has made blundering errors that they will not fess up to.  Yes, errors.  It is time to learn and change tactics.  What am I talking about???

The current Republican party has masterfully figured out strategies that work.  They are calculated, ambitious, and in many cases down right evil.  BUT, they work, and we are all paying a heavy price, now and down the road.  Oh, yes, it will get worse.

The strategy I'm talking about is aggressive legislation or aggressive attack on legislation they want to weaken.  For example, Obamacare is not Obama's original plan.  His plan was well presented, well thought out, and moderate in it's presentation, already bending to accommodate Republican ideas.  I firmly disagree with anyone that said Obama didn't reach across the isle and compromise.  I believe he was pretty conservative in his democratic views, many I disagreed with, except where Republican's hated the most, social issues, where I agreed.  But, I digress....

If Democrats go after No. 2 aggressively it will cause an uproar.  Yeah!  It will be defeated....don't stop...present legislation over and over again attacking gun ownership, period.  This is how we got the crappy budget that passed.  Republicans go after things they know won't pass, but what they end up with is close to what they wanted in the first place.  Read that sentence again.  They have been doing this for years and are now at the peak of success with this strategy.

Can't Democrats grow some and learn from this method? Yeah...it sucks, but I believe that we can get  Republicans at the table if we go aggressively after gun ownership 100%.  They have proven time and time again that they will NOT negotiate gun regulation.  If not, give them No. 2 as there only alternative.

Democrat and Progressive leaders in any position within our government, I implore you to be a nuisance on our behalf.  We have supported and elected you to serve us.  We can't protest this away without your help.  Even if your legislative proposals get voted down, keep presenting it, keep bringing it up, become the biggest nuisance you can.  I can guarantee Bernie Sanders will be right there in your corner.  Put your damn egos aside, he's good at being a nuisance.  But, ultimately, you can do this without Bernie, without Hillary, without anyone put who is right there working with you.  I can guarantee I will and the majority of your followers will be there.  This is so much better than taking money from businesses for your coffers.  You'll sleep so much better at night.

What are you waiting for??

Eulogy for Diane

I write as therapy and I have a lot to say right now.  Because of a family history of secrets, it is important that I make my thoughts public.  Secrets I will no longer hold onto as they have festered for generations and need to be released.  I will piss off some family, but deal with it.  This is as much for me as it is for my mother.  I know how vocal she was and it is what she would want me to do.

My mother and I, her first born, have had a bond, unexplainable, yet heart wrenchingly turbulent.  There have been occasions when she was so present and strong in my heart. Over the last year or so I have found writing to be cathartic.  My guilt for not being with her more in her life is huge and painful. She was in and out of my life as a youth.  Something I found devastating every time it happened, and it happened often.   Had I known my first marriage wasn't going to work out sooner, maybe I would have focused more on saving Mom.  Could her life have been helped or saved?  I don't know...I know that sounds unreasonable, but I'm wallowing in guilt right now. 

I have come to believe that she needed to erase her past and her family to survive.  In her chosen community, she was known as "Georgie", a nickname given to her when she was young by her favorite uncle, Sam.  No one knew Diane.

A few weeks ago, I woke up around 3am with a surge in my chest of longing for her and a poem just came out of me.  I thought then about whether I would hear of her passing at all.  For years, I've been waiting for that call, hoping, at best she would be in a home, warm and safe passing peacefully as she deserved.  But, knowing, at worst she would be found crazy and homeless, frozen on a street, in a bush...well... you know the rest.  Some of us feel this possibility for our loved ones, but most cannot understand that my mother’s probability was huge for the later.  When I got the call, I assumed the worst.  Later, through second hand information I believed she did pass of natural causes where she was living.  For that, I was grateful.  But, when calling the coroner's office to get the death date, I didn't realize it was 3 weeks before when they found her.  More guilt and anguish. 

I owe no one an explanation for my Mom's life, but I owe it to her to honor her life as best I can.  So... here I am raw, it will take me a while to process, not just grief, but responsibility, huge loss for a life not well understood or able to quite grasp.

Before I get to bogged down in history, here is the poem I wrote when I was thinking of her, that most likely coincides with her passing:

    Her existence strangles my heart,

    I feel her gentle touch on the corners of my ear,

    longing for a superhero in me that can save her,

    knowing she is gone but still living.

  

    Too much weight broke the legacy denied,

    I see her broken soul in my heart's pain,

    Will I ever erase responsibility?

    Numbing memories of a broken soul

    One meatball

    One meatball

    You get no bread

    With oonnnee meeetballll

I am no poet, but when words come I write.  When they don't come in coherent sentences, which I'm most comfortable expressing, I let them be unorganized poetry (my apologies to real poets).  The little ditty about meatballs is one she made up and sang (in the highest falsetto) to my sisters and I when she was lively, glowingly present...usually on a Sunday afternoon with the record table playing a Spinner's song or a song from the Redbone album.  Of course, after a week of heavy, I mean, heavy drinking.  At that time, she and my step father were raging alcoholics.  My sisters can only speak of how they were treated under the influence.  I would stay with them off and on, but could always go home because I lived with my grandparents.  My sisters were not so lucky.  My mom and step-dad would be in a drunk stupor, very passive and fall asleep.  Most Sunday's my Mom was amazing.  My step-dad would take me fishing very early on Saturday morning starting his long day of drinking and I was in heaven.  BUT, I got to leave and go back to my grandparents’ house.  Again, my sisters did not.  They suffered....

Come and Get Your Love-Redbone

Hail (hail)

What's the matter with your head, yeah

Hail (hail)

What's the matter with your mind

And your sign an-a, oh-oh-oh

Hail (hail)

Nothing' the matter with your head

Boy, could that woman dance!

Diana Lynne McCaw was brilliant!  She was 1st chair clarinet in the high school band when in the 3rd grade.  They would sit her on phone books so she could see the band director, and be seen.  So talented on the piano, memorizing and performing Beethoven Piano Sonatas that her teachers tried to convince her mother to send her to a renowned teacher.  Being poor, that wasn't an option.  She quit the clarinet and the piano because she was bored and chose the drums.  Bored again.  Then while in high school when most were enjoying their youth, she became pregnant with me at age 16.  She could not be tamed! 

I see now in hindsight how the times were not a kind one for youth.  If you're reading this and your religion says, "abstinence only, or no contraceptive sex" go fuck yourself!  Don't read any further, I have nothing to say to you here.  This is about me, my experience, my guilt, my life, my memories, and most of all...My MOM!

She quit school, although very smart, and got married to the father who was just graduating high school himself. They moved into a tiny house that his father had allowed them to stay in.  No heat, no running water...winter approached and my mother made the tough decision to move home and call the relationship quits.  She had turned 17 two weeks after my birth; my father was 18.  Insane to expect this to be a lasting scenario.  I know...there have been people who have made this work.  But, boy, were the odds dim.  I'll tell you why.

At the age of 5 my mother had to learn to cook and clean.  She wasn't allowed to play with other children.  Why?  Her mother had contracted TB.  At the time, TB was treated by isolation in institutions in most states.  My mom's dad thought he was doing what was best by moving his family to Missouri where there were no such laws.  Unfortunately, he was working long hours on the oil pipeline as a welder and couldn't be at home much.  My grandmother was quarantined.  By the age of 10 my mom’s family was falling apart.  Her parents fought over custody of her, and custody was given to her mother with visitation by her father.  During all of this, my grandmother had been living in a duplex adjacent to my future step-grandfather.  My mother wanted nothing more than to be with her father.  I would learn many years later that there was a history for this dislike of her mother.  About 5 years after all this my mother, at 16 would find herself pregnant.

Because she was a minor, decisions were not her own.  So... she waited.  You see her father moved close by to stay with my mother.  When she turned 18, she was legal and me, my mom, and my grandfather packed up and moved to Oklahoma.  She adored...and I mean adored her father.  And, apparently, he adored me.  He smoked Cuban cigars and would lay down with me for a nap, when apparently, I would pretend to be asleep, wait for him to doze...then hit him over the head with my bottle.  To which he would laugh uncontrollably for my benefit.  One day he found me in the middle of this bed.... box of Cuban's shredded in tiny pieces.  Yes...an entire box.  My mother glowed when she told me how he roared with laughter. 

About a year after the move to Oklahoma, my grandfather, the love of her life, died suddenly of a ruptured aorta.  He was 46 years old.  My mother and I traveled back to Kentucky and the story goes, she handed me to my grandmother on arrival and said, "I can't do this".   This is how I came to live with my grandmother and step-grandfather.  My step-grandfather became the only father I knew.  All I knew was constant emotional strife, so this man’s meticulous daily routine would never waver and became the desperate stability I so savored all my life. 

About 5 years later, my mother found the man of her dreams.  He was a horse jockey, she was but 5 feet tall herself and he probably about the same.  I remember vague memories of waiting for her on my grandparent’s front porch to come home from her dates.  He asked her to marry him....and he was a bigamist.  When my mother found out...she was devastated.  Knowing that she dodged a bullet wasn't much of a consolation.  At this point, it's only in hindsight that I remember the degrading words my grandmother would say to her.  How could she have much self-esteem at this point.  Did I mention, no photos existed in our house of my father or my grandfather.  When I asked questions of my grandmother, which I did rarely, she didn't want to talk about it.  While you may get a glimpse of my grandmother as being cruel, she was complex, loved her family dearly, but made mistakes I have tried hard to forgive.

A year later my Mom met the dashing Spanish troubadour, Triump Spitfire driving, young man who would become my step-father, from a distance, and the father of my sisters.  He was always decent to me, but not so much to my sisters. Unknown to me at the time, my sisters recently told me he beat my mother. That has shook me to my core ever since. Secrets…goddamn…

 It was obvious in hindsight, these were two people who did not know what being responsible adults looked like.  Why?  These two allowed their young children to go unsupervised while they drank heavily.  The house swarming with roaches because dishes were not washed and garbage was not disposed of.  The summer before my senior year in high school I so desperately wanted to be with this family, I hid the conditions of the household from my grandparents so I could experience freedom.  One night I was bite by something and my face swelled up so badly I was taken to the doctor. 

They went to the race track regularly, so we never knew if we would be having tacos, fried chicken, or nothing.  Again, I could escape, but this was the life of my 8 years younger, twin sisters. 

I believe my step-dad suffers from the same type of illness as my mother, but that's another story.  By the time my sisters were in junior high, my mother would have her first nervous breakdown right in front of them.  I remember her mother's livid behavior because the doctors would not let her visit.  They said she only made her worse.  They were right.  My step-dad did what he had to do and took my sister back with him to California.  Their journeys with him were not good.  He didn't have a clue how to be an adult and they suffered for it.

Hindsight not only gives you perspective, it also allows time to reveal truths that may have not been known at the time, but probably sensed.  My biological father's family was one I never knew anything about.  So, over the years, I glamorized a life I knew nothing about; loving father, loving mother, loving siblings who just weren't allowed to see me.  Nothing could have been further from the truth, and I think my mother knew, even if she couldn't put it into words, that she and I should not be around that situation back in that tiny house with no running water or heat. 

I never saw my father, much less saw a photo of him, until about 15 years ago, well into adulthood.  I did, so very much, try to leave my past behind.  I had not returned to what was my hometown since college.  Things changed for me when I tried to find my real father and find answers.  Long story short, I correlated a trip home to my high school reunion and an opportunity to meet my aunt, who apparently was a nurse and helped deliver me.  She was one of the kindest souls I've ever met.  I spent hours with her looking at photos and hearing family stories.  The one that struck me hard was her father, my paternal grandfather.  He beat and raped my grandmother, biological father’s mother.

It matters to me little that I'm divulging long held family secrets.  Again, fuck you, to those that think keeping secrets in families is good, or those IN my family who are mortified by my divulging.  It destroys lives and generations of lives are affected by this gross practice of fear, it nauseates me.  

All this time I thought my having to explain my grandmother being my mother, my step grandfather being my dad, my uncle and aunt being my brother and sister, was an embarrassment.  My conservative, mostly racist, family was an embarrassment.  I'll take that over a man who rapes and beats his wife.  A wife who is 3 times smaller than he, at barely 5' and he over 6'.  A wife who, by all accounts of her children (who all ran away from home before adulthood, because of said father's strictness...by the way he was a devote Gideon, his brother was a minister, and came from a long line of ministers) was the kindest, most loving person they knew.  This family is more fractured than any I have seen because of denial.

But, I digress....

Moral of the story, all families are a bit screwed up, but my two choices were doozies.  Right now, I morn not just the loss of my mother, but the loss of an amazing spirit that I know would have flown so high had she lived in a different time and place.  I know this in my heart.  Why?

My mother was the child of a woman who was very intelligent, but her life was that of a housewife.  Shortly before her death (my mom’s mother), I asked her if she had any regrets.  Her eyes lit up and she said, "I always wanted to go to college and study."  Her favorite subject, for which she was an A student, was Latin.  She adored it!  I now see why see pushed so hard to find a way for me to go to college, even though they had no money. 

Part 2 may happen later, if I have the courage.... hopefully it won't be as raw as this, but....my personal story is an added bumpy ride!

Celebrate a Hero!! This is the month of Frederick Douglass! AND Black History Month

It will be my quest to say Frederick Douglass's name to someone everyday this month to celebrate an American Hero who had more strength and conviction than any of us can claim.  Beyond that, he was an eloquent speaker and writer.  He is as important to the history of this country as George Washington or Abraham Lincoln, in my opinion, yet we celebrate him the least.  He was not able to be one of our founding fathers, but I would argue he is the most important founding fathers of Emancipation which was as important to American History as the Revolution.

100 years ago this month Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey was born, he later adopted the name Douglass.  Many may know his difficult childhood of slavery, but if you don't, just know he doesn't know his true birthday other than the month of February 1817/8.  Born of a slave mother with the last name Bailey, which probably was a slave master name handed down.  This may have been Douglass's motivation for picking the name Douglass instead of Bailey, no one knows for sure.

He knows little of his mother other than she was, shortly after his birth, moved/sold off to another plantation about 12 miles away.  His memory of her was only late at night in the dark as her only method to see her son was after a long days toil in the fields, walking the 12 miles to see her son go to sleep and walking back to begin another days work.  My heart hurts for what that could mean for a young child.  I'll leave you with that and hope, if you don't know more about this great man, you will seek out more information.  If you want recommendations on how to do that the internet is filled with basic stuff, and I would be happy to point you further.  But, I would recommend reading his own words as he published several autobiographies.  His wonderful speech July 4, 1852 Fordham University site  which also has other references, is worth seeing if you what a taste of his brilliance, but there are numerous websites with lots to see other than wikipedia, which I recommend the former.

 "Whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future."

When asked "who are the 5 people you would have lunch with", Douglass is one of my 5.  My fantasy wish is for there to be a real Mr. Peabody, that I could travel back in time with, but cartoon characters rarely come to fruition😄😄

Historians are the answer, but are they really the problem?

It took me a while to stew over this and I just kept getting more agitated, so I decided to put in my 2 cents.

In the below Guardian article "Our world is changing.  It's time for historians to explain why?", there are points to make because we can always do better, but I will tell you why it's just too damn easy to place blame in the wrong place, even if it is well intended.
Guardian Article

First and foremost, the past 10-20 years have seen an explosion not only in historical and biographical non-fiction, but new fields emerging that merge history, political science, and the humanities.  Publications are really putting out enormous easy to grasp scholarly work.  Amazing steps forward!  Scholars from many different areas are collaborating and appearing on panels discussing current events.  Turn on C-Span3 on the weekend and you will be privy to some of the most exciting books and research happening today for free without leaving your home.

Historians are getting much more exposure outside academia than every before, in my opinion.  Not only that, they are toning down the scholarly gibber gabber to be more accessible to the public.  They're engaging across many other disciplines.  It's much easier to devour a non-fiction tome of 5 lbs (I still buy and check out books that you can hold) without drool escaping your weak, muscular, orbicularis😅😜...sorry, I couldn't help myself.

I'm sorry, but I cannot disagree with this article more.  I have an obsession with history, especially any american history pre-1900 with an emphasis on abolition, slavery, and suffrage (I used to limit myself to pre -1850, but scholars started moving away from Civil War battles dissected ad nauseum, and onto great substance in the field, and here I am with a voracious appetite with an unending list of books to devour.  You can't be interested in History right now and not feel like you've hit the mother load.  Libraries, on-line, EVERYWHERE there is an explosion of interest in the past.  If you don't have a computer, libraries often do, and we need to talk more about how to preserve these free institutions of learning more than ever.  We need to support historians while the right leaning leaders are trying to abolish it.  Why?  Because an educated population won't let you lie and manipulate so easily.  Blind Faith is their motto.  Education is their poison.  You will see countless people ignoring what's right before their eyes because of Blind Faith. This blindness makes them feel so warm and protected while their being scammed.  Unfortunately, we all are suffering because of this delusion.

I went off here, because it's important to keep our eyes on the prize and support those who really make a difference in our understanding of the world, and most importantly the past with all of it's difficult grays. THAT is our current batch of historians and I could not be more proud of everything they are doing with their countless hours of research and writing. It's a huge sacrifice that we need to acknowledge and support.

"Historians are skilled in building and interpreting varied narratives dealing with change over time. Yet still too many are reluctant to attempt comparison of any kind between past phenomena and contemporary concerns. Far from being irreconcilable opposites, the past and future should be viewed as two sides of the same coin"

Cormac Shine, below is a link to one of the finest conferences I've ever been to so far in my life. It's focus was on exactly what you complain doesn't happen. And you know what, it was free to the public, and it is currently free to view every lecture on-line for free. This is happening everywhere, not just at Yale. All you have to do is a little research😙

https://glc.yale.edu/Events/Conferences/2017-annual-conference

She's just not that into you!

I've been hesitant to write about the wave of accountability that has been passing through our planet, mainly because I wasn't sure why I didn't want to defend men.....as a man.  I think I know how to verbalize this now.

Men, all men, need to sit in this uncomfortable place of suspicion and exposure to the women's gaze of mistrust and anger.  Yeah, it sucks...yeah, you probably consider yourself a "good guy".  But, this scale has been severely tilted for a very long time....um...say...since the beginning of time.  Your uncomfortable???  Now who’s the cry baby.

People will loose their jobs...but...just think for once about how many women probably lost their jobs because they didn't "comply".  I can guarantee you the number is enormous!  It's time we really started listening to women, believe them until proven wrong...not the other way around.  The scale has been tipped for way too long, and it's time for a change.  I welcome it...it is uncomfortable for us all, but what we can gain from this change is a maturity of our gender.  Yes, maturity.  We have had an image problem, haven’t we?

We don't need to be snowflakes...emasculated..to do this...although...there is no way around being called this by the Neanderthals we will leave behind.  For many men sex and power are inseparable, and that's a problem.  You are not "weak" if you are respectful of women.  Do I need to repeat that?  Maybe we should repeat that OFTEN to our buddies and ourselves like a mantra...

We need to look to our past and see where we have followed the crowd, or downright did things, on our instincts, we knew wasn't right, out of anger or any other possible inexcusable reason.  "She's just not that into you"....what???  Remember the girly movie that you avoided or just watched it because your girlfriend or wife wanted to see it?  The message is a good one, but should be reversed.

We do have a propensity for anger and violence that is so easily switched on.  It's so easy to access for us.  Find the switch and work on handling it.  I have a lot of women to apologize to, yes....apologize.  We have such a great opportunity to heal our relationships with women.  I'm up to the challenge.....how about you?

If you don't understand what the Republican's are up to you're just not really paying that much attention

Sorry, but to me, it's so obvious.  Guess what...if your waiting for the Mueller prosecution, good luck.  By the time this gets going and finished Trump will be finished with his 4 years, and what they need in place (dismantling government) will be done.  You didn't have your eye on the prize.

1.  The Republicans  in power know that this is their last hurrah and they will loose, not only the next election, they will cease to be viable.  They have a chance to mold conservative christian philosophy influence that will be challenging to undo.  If they don't act now they have lost their chance to reclaim their evangelical stronghold for good.  This is why they love Trump's distractions.  Morality be damned!
2.  The left leaning republican and the right leaning democrat have melded into one and have become powerless and unable to fight back because they refused to accept the US and the world is changing dramatically in ways they fear.  This only feeds the beast of No. 1 and renders them powerless and feeble at best.
3.  Donald Trump is their prize possession.  He distracts with his crazy, unpredictable behavior, so they can go, relatively, undetected dismantling government in a way that big business can be the driving force/control of the nation.  This is why Donald Trump was their choice all along and also why he shifted to Republican.  He will benefit financially which is all he cares about, and they will benefit politically which is all they care about.
4.  The Republicans I speak of aren't the republicans of the past, they have shifted to tea party leaders who have, as stated above, hijacked the party.

What would have thwarted this entire fiasco is very simple.  We have a 4 party structure in place that is crammed into 2 parties, busting at the seams, in my opinion.

1. Tea Party
2. Republican Party
3. Democrat Party
4. Progressive Party

What is so simple has been made self destructive beyond imagination.  Our two party system has created a money driven machine that paralyzes the governments ability to govern for the people.  Driven by fear, this system has to be predicated on feeding the beast of power, money, and manipulation in a way that stricken politicians into believing there is no other option, and holds the voting public hostage through a electoral process that is antiquated.  This is most important today because both the old Republican and Democratic parties are lame ducks, unable to affect what they are supposed to be best at, bipartisan negotiating.  This was a calculated process placed by McConnell and Boehner (remember him) convincing the public that Obama was not willing to negotiate with them, in my opinion.

While, on paper, it appears that the Republicans have majority rule, yet...they actually do not.  The radicalized Tea Party does, and Trump is their Trojan horse, while Ryan, McConnell, Pence, etc get the work done to dismantle any policy that doesn't represent conservative, white, christian values of the present, and big business that will "do the right thing".  Yeah...right.

Take a gander at any evangelical leader on TV such as Jim Bakker, Pat Robertson, etc...who have changed their rhetoric to be so out there it's frightening.  They weren't always this emboldened, or downright crazy, well...somewhat crazy, but now bat crazy.  Alt-Right is so empowered under this new Tea Party platform that they don't need white hats to hide behind.

We have a problem that has an easy solution.  4 parties, limit monetary contributions to all and see what happens.  What do we have to loose?  It can't make things worse.

LOVE IS MY CHURCH AND THIS IS MY BAND

U2 and Mary J. Blige

I ask you all...IF we are a great country, what is our unity, what is our strength, what will heal us all?

"Love is a temple...
Love is a higher law

Love is a temple...
Love is a higher law!

I love how great lyrics have so many different meanings.  This song is a beautiful anthem for us today amidst the hatred, racism, and uncertainty of our sovereignty.   I would love to see a "human march" with hands entwined so we would not need a "woman's march", "black lives march", "native rights march", a "gender identity march", etc..

IF we are a great country then we "get to carry each other, carry each other"

We are one.  If we are love, no government can control us.

"...drag the past out into the light
we're one, but we're not the same
We get to carry each other
Carry each other.

Why "Political Party" Doesn't Mean What You Think It Means

"You know, I tried to talk about good roads and good schools and all these things that have been part of my career, and nobody listened.  And then I began talking about niggers, and they stomped the floor."  1962, George Wallace, Democrat, after winning governor of Alabama.

Yes, George Wallace was a Democrat.  While 45 eerily resembles this trait of "doing whatever will get me elected", (and yes their bigotry) and showing his true colors, Trump is no George Wallace.  Wallace was an educated, well respected and successful lawyer who, early in his career, was know for being a bulldog for fairness...even for blacks, but to a point.

What we can learn from everyone today, being so strident in party alliance, is that both Republicans and Democrats have been very fluid and interchangeable through time.  Abraham Lincoln was a Republican.  Neither party can claim exclusivity of good.  What is important today?

We need more options.  Both parties TODAY are beholden to corporations first and foremost.  Our disgruntled arguments are diluted by this duel between party alliances and they are strident from both camps.

To progress and go forward we need progressive, forward movers and shakers.  They are there if you pay attention.  "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times".  How we perceive and act will be up to us.

My Love/Hate Relationship with Michael Chabon

Most of my free time is spent reading and writing about history, genealogy, and politics.  I abandoned fiction reading many years ago, but recently, decided to read a book my wife recommended by Michael Chabon.  I have always been turned off by sesquipedalian double talk (yes! I can do that too😎).  So I dug in and sure enough, damn!  He used the following big ass words in his book "Manhood" in a very short time:  quotidian, lugubrious, hermeneutics, censoriousness (which I'm doing here), mythomania, stupefied tedium, odorousness, inscrutable, mythologizing, altruism, anathema, and concomitant.  As I wrote these words down, with my scruples in a wad, I read all these sections again without my sesquipedalian hat on.  SHIT!  This man is brilliant!  Damn it, he paints with words.  I hate you, Michael Chabon, you set the bar so damn high.....

The reason he is so good at this....he pulls and tugs.  What does that mean?  I have no interest in comic books, but apparently Chabon does, AND he devotes just enough time to digging deeply into his obsession that my "pissed off" meter goes berserk!  I want to chuck the book out the window, stop the book on CD (I have the book, but prefer listening to this book on CD because it's read by Chabon, which adds to it's prose, lilt, contrary/profound rollercoaster ride).  Once he has you down the "I don't like Chabon" path, he hits you blindsided with "pay a-fucking attention".  Ok...you get the picture.
Happy reading!