Wednesday, December 21, 2022

An End of Year Thought

I know it's not the end of the year yet, but it seems as if it should be. Too much has been stuffed into the year, too little of it good. If the world isn't on Twitter, it's at least looking at Twitter. Nobody paid attention to Jack Dorsey; everyone seems to be paying attention to Elon Musk.

Twitter has been at the center of a storm that won't quit. It began when Donald Trump decided to run for president, and has continued to this day, as Elon Musk, its new owner, tries to decide whether to play with it, destroy it, or let it run. The whole soap opera seems to confirm my conviction that anything that becomes popular enough becomes a parody of itself. Whether twitter lives or dies is irrelevant. Within an hour of its death, it will be as if it had never existed. Fiscal considerations aside, perhaps Elon should just turn out the lights now, giving successor media a running start on the dreaded 2024 political season

Wednesday, December 14, 2022

IF YOU CAN’T SAY SOMETHING NICE, SAY IT ON THE INTERNET!

The following is the latest column by my wife, Rabbi Rose Lyn Jacob, in the Culpeper Star-Exponent

Humor me as I take a moment to share a story. It is a very old story, and, as with most Jewish stories, it teaches a lesson This is the tale of a boy whose slanderous gossip had the potential to cause havoc as it spread through the town. Realizing too late the potential harm that would be done by spreading misinformation as one villager told the next, and at a loss as how to rectify the deed, he ran to the wise rabbi for advice. Note that in Jewish stories, the rabbi is always wise. “Go quickly to your house,” said the rabbi “find a feather pillow and a kitchen knife. Slash the pillow’s case, then run back here as fast as you can!” Obeying the wise rabbi’s order, the boy retrieved the pillow, slashed it with a knife and ran back breathlessly, spewing a cloud of white goose feathers as he ran. Handing the pillow over to the rabbi the boy said, “Here, rabbi, I’ve done exactly what you asked of me. Here is the pillow!” “Very good,” said the rabbi. “What shall I do next, rabbi?” “Next I want you to take your pillowcase and put all the feathers back in. Search through the village until you’ve collected every feather!” “But Rabbi!” the boy cried with a look of incredulity, “there is no way to retrieve them all!”

The lesson was not lost on the boy, and hopefully not lost on us either. It is about guarding your tongue. Slanderous words, once spoken are like those feathers: irretrievable. You can try to walk them back, do a little public relations dance, apologize without saying you’re sorry, explain that YOU mis-spoke, or WE mis-heard, all to no avail. Lying, misrepresenting and twisting the truth, defaming character and making libelous accusations have real consequences.

Two verses from the Book of Psalms (120:3-4) ask the question: “What can you profit, what can you gain O deceitful tongue? A warrior’s sharp arrows…” Why an arrow and not a sword? Because if a person draws a sword to kill his fellow man, the intended victim can beg mercy and the attacker can change his mind and return the sword to its sheath. But an arrow, once it has been shot, even if the shooter wants to stop it, he can’t.

Our tongues are like arrows – once we have shot off our mouths, our words proceed to destroy and there is nothing we can do to stop them. Once uttered, words take on a life of their own, spreading, echoing, distorting at a pace humanity has never witnessed before. In the age of ubiquitous Internet use, anyone in any place in the world can share their message, without filtering or mincing words. Their words, their messages are not just heard, but amplified. From the cruel, vindictive words of teenagers to the malicious language of hatred targeted at “the other,” the vocabulary of bigotry, chauvinism, injustice, and intolerance that are disseminated and distorted by the Internet, weaponizes or warps almost every discussion of race, gender, religion, ethnicity and color. Postings by conspiracy theorists of every ilk play into the hands of the psychotic and/or politically motivated, and, as we’ve seen since the start of Russia’s war on Ukraine, Russian propaganda has worked overtime to shape their message for the Internet by creating a narrative of faux reality.

You can hop on the Internet merry-go-round at any point for a spin of malice, threats, scams and incitement to anarchy while Internet providers wring their hands and hash out HOW they will handle malicious messaging disguised as news or truth and information while simultaneously guaranteeing protection of our First Amendment Rights. Case in point. This past year the Internet has upped the ante as a conduit for anti-Semites who openly spout anti-Semitic tropes, resulting in acts of violence, desecration, terrorism, murder and character assassination, targeting Jewish institutions, places of worship, businesses, politicians and financial and industry leaders. The hatred and misinformation are no longer whispered, but unapologetically shouted out. Jews have historically been the test case for “how much the traffic will allow,” and have, historically, been dubbed, “The Canary in the Coal Mine,” that unfortunate caged bird with tiny lungs who succumbs to the first traces of carbon monoxide down in the mine, and whose sacrifice sounds the alarm for others. This fowl idiom has come to mean a ‘warning of coming danger’. Whether a Jewish canary, a Black canary, an Asian, Hispanic, Immigrant or LBGTQ ++ canary, a threat to one is a potential threat to each and every flock.

I’ll leave you with a quote from The French writer, philosopher, poet, dramatist, and historian, Voltaire, to ponder as we enter this season of Peace on Earth and Good Will Toward Men. A keen observer of human behavior, I think he nailed it, way back in the 1700’s, when he stated: “Those who can make you believe absurdities, can make you commit atrocities.”

Here is wishing you a blessed holiday season and good health. Protect yourself, your family, and friends by getting your flu shot, and those friendly epidemiologists at The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention encourage everyone, believers and non-believers, to wear good quality masks to reduce the spread of Covid, flu and RSV as we gather together to celebrate the New Year.

A Most Difficult Year

MAD Cats, our low/no cost spay and neuter and kitten rescue group has had a tough year, with too many kitten deaths. The majority of the hardship has fallen on our Kitten Mom, Laurie. We hope the worst of it is over. Last night my wife Rose wrote this for Laurie:

A Poem of Kitten Love for Laurie

FRAGILE LIVES

As I held you close and tried my best

I knew your time had come to rest

I guess I knew things weren’t all right

Still I tried and tried with all my might

There were things I simply could not control

And the stress of living finally took its toll

But know that I loved you each step of the way

Through long nights together, and each hour of the day

Was it where you were born or the time of the year?

Were you just not formed right, was there no mother near?

Were you destined by genes or destined by fate?

Or did you simply arrive in a fragile state?

Hundreds of kittens have passed through my care

And losing one kitten is still very rare

Although most of my kittens will have a long life

The loss of just one cuts my heart like a knife.

God give me the strength when my spirit is low

To love these fur babies and accept as they grow

That I cannot save all but can love every one

And with three litters a year --the work’s never quite done!


With Love and Great Respect for All You Accomplish – Rose Jacob

Sunday, November 27, 2022

The Iranian Situation Requires More Attention

From this morning's Washington Post:

”Western leaders have been slow to acknowledge the full significance and depth of what has been happening inside Iran — not least because of their fixation on persuading the regime to agree to a deal on Tehran’s nuclear program.” — Masih Alinejad, Iranian Journalist

The Biden Administration is populated with foreign policy losers, beginning with Secretary of State Blinken and National Security Advisor Sullivan. They won't just sell Israel down the river in return for a "nuclear deal" with Iran, they'll sell all of our other Middle East allies down the river as well. Unfortunately, all except the far right press has kept mum on this issue.

President Biden is willing to go along. It pleases the left wing of his party, especially all those Palestinian boosters. And I believe he's now too feeble to care very much, as long as he gets some sort of foreign policy "triumph". I wonder what he thinks of the interlocking pieces of Russia, Iran, and Ukraine. Iran is building a drone factory in Russia to construct what Russia cannot construct on its own. Once again, I don’t think Biden has the marbles to hold a situation of this complexity in his elderly brain.

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

My Wife's Thanksgiving Column from the Culpeper Star-Exponent

Thanksgiving 2022 by Rabbi Rose Lyn Jacob

As first and second-generation children of Jewish immigrants from Hungary we grew up knowing how blessed we were, and fortunate that our parents were helped to get out of Hungary in 1932. My mother, only 16 years old, leaving behind hunger, poverty and an uncertain existence and my father, approaching 18, the age of conscription, escaping to America to avoid being drafted into the Hungarian Army, which was never a good thing for a Jewish lad. With clouds of antisemitism roiling overhead, it was time for them to leave and go to America, the Land of Opportunity where the streets, while not actually paved with gold, were a path to freedom and prosperity. And for those reasons, Thanksgiving held a special place in our family, a time to contemplate all that America offered them, and how blessed they were to give back, lending help to others who made the journey.

My earliest Thanksgiving memories were noisy with intergenerational interaction. We feasted on mostly traditional Thanksgiving fare with Hungarian Paprika featured both on and in the turkey. There were tasty side dishes from the “old country,” and though not a traditional Hungarian food, mom always served jellied Ocean Spray cranberry sauce along with the meal.

My mother continued to cook for our family while she still had the strength to do so, no easy feat given the exponential growth of our family, and when all were seated to eat, you could easily hear an audible groan from the tables as they united to support the combined weight of food, silverware, platters, stemware and the “good dishes.” My father carved the turkey with surgical skill, and my mother excavated the turkey’s cavity to access her wonderful stuffing.

There were four children in our family who eventually married and produced a dozen grandchildren and, in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, those grandchildren produced 32 great-grandchildren. Getting us together was a logistical nightmare as children went off to college, careers and families of their own. With telephone calls and email exchanges, Grandma’s Hungarian recipes were shared as were more contemporary recipes involving cans of Campbell’s Soup and French’s fried onions. While preparing their Thanksgiving meal, the scattered grandchildren and great- grandchildren invariably ask the same question, “HOW DID GRANDMA DO ALL THIS BY HERSELF, BY HAND, WITHOUT A FOOD PROCESSOR?”

I’ve recently checked the spice rack, and there is enough Hungarian paprika to prepare the traditional bird, albeit a small one, and plenty of stuffing. Gary and I will be home alone, our bout with Covid having changed our plans. We’ll participate in a multi-faith Thanksgiving service in the morning in Little Washington and then head back to our hollow in Syria. Our siblings and sons live far away. We’ll call and Zoom each other, and the grandchildren will phone in early from Texas to tell us they are watching the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, just as their father did, growing up in Florida, and I did as a little girl in New Jersey.

Gary and I are so fortunate to be able to share the day with each other, and, just as in years past, our festive meal will bring together Misch Family and Jacob Family traditions. Gary, a New Englander from Rhode Island, will have whole berry cranberry sauce, straight from the bogs, and I will have Ocean Spray jelled cranberry sauce, straight from the can.

I hope this Thanksgiving can be one of healing from both Covid and the mid-term elections. If you are fortunate enough to be with friends and family, leave your politics at the door, turn down the vitriol and pump up the good will. Oh, and regardless of your politics, go get your third booster, and a flu shot! You owe it to yourself, as well as everyone around you. Do ask everyone what they are thankful for, and threaten to withhold dessert from those who won’t participate. If you’ve been alert enough these past twelve months to take note of the scope of human misery you can take a few moments to reflect on the gifts, and/or good fortune, that life has afforded you before digging in to the pumpkin pie.

Pray. Even if it is not your custom, give up a few good words of Thankfulness. You don’t have to direct your words toward a specific deity, after all, this is America. But if you need some ideas, here are a few words with which to start.

“How precious is Your love, God, that mankind can take refuge in the shadow of Your wings. They will eat from the abundance of Your house and You will have them drink from Your stream of delight. For with You is the source of life, in Your light do we see light. Extend Your love to those who know You, and Your righteousness to the upright of heart.”

And finally, how about praying that America will once again welcome the stranger to her shores and find value in what they and their future generations will bring to both refresh and strengthen this nation.

Wishing you the opportunity to be with loved ones this Thanksgiving, either in person or via Zoom. May we continue to be a lamp and a light to those seeking a new life in America, not to take anything away from what we all share but instead encouraging new passions, hopes, ambition and skills to re-invigorate our country.

And here is praying that you and yours will have enough to share with others and create new family traditions and memories to last a lifetime.

Rabbi Rose Jacob

Sunday, October 30, 2022

Yes, Words Really Do Matter

Three days ago, Erik Wemple, the Washington Post media critic, confessed in his column that he felt guilty for not objecting to the 2020 firing of James Bennet, the New York Times Editorial Page Editor. Wemple bemoaned the fact that neither he nor any of his fellow journalists had defended Bennett, admitting the failure was out of “cowardice and midcareer risk management.” Two-year-old regret is akin to 'close' in horseshoes.

In June of 2020 The Times OP-ED page had run a piece by Senator Tom Cotton (R-AK), calling for the use of federal troops to put down unrest in US cities. Minority journalists in The Times’ newsroom set the twiterverse afire, claiming all sorts of evil on Cotton’s part, and charging that the column made them feel unsafe. They demanded all sorts of things, but most importantly, they wanted Bennett’s head. After a brief defense of his editor, The Times’ publisher, A. G. Sulzberger, gave them their skin and fired Bennett, along with the usual mea culpas of current cancel culture. Cotton’s piece was even analyzed for every possible grammatical error, just to “prove” its unworthiness. The NewsGuild of New York, Bennett’s union, defended the firing as promoting workplace safety. That’s certainly Woke Newspeak. Oh, I forgot. The President said there is no such thing as Woke.

Free speech is only a constitutional guarantee against government control. The Times is a private enterprise, but it’s not just any private enterprise. It’s the leading newspaper in the United States, often called “our newspaper of record.” It is, or was, a fervent defender of free speech. Perhaps free speech at The Times, and other newspapers, has died with the migration of the fragile snowflakes from our campuses to our centers of journalism.

The whole affaire de Bennett died quickly and left our radar screens, yet not one of our great journalists has ever pressed the question, even now: “What in Senator Cotton’s column made [these reporters] feel unsafe?” I didn't say "asked", I said "pressed". That's what real journalists do. On campus, the gentle snowflakes would yell, scream, and occasionally riot if a speaker they disagreed with was invited to campus. The cry was always the same: “That speaker’s presence makes us feel unsafe.” But now that they’ve put on big boy and big girl pants, they’ve transferred their desire to not grow up to the real world. And their bosses are just as afraid of them as the college deans were.

The issue isn’t whether Cotton’s idea was a good one — it was a horrible idea, and it wasn’t going to happen. But with it we got the measure of Senator Tom Cotton, Just like we got the measure of Senator Bernie Sanders when he proposed his positions.

It's a truth of our time that liberals are afraid to speak many truths lest they be cancelled. Conservatives can’t seem to stop talking, and have all sorts of trouble differentiating truth from fiction. What was once the nation’s greatest newspaper shouldn’t be a place where people can’t have their say, no matter what. I suppose the likes of former Times greats like William Safire, Flora Lewis, and James Reston would no longer be welcome in their old offices.

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Yes, Virgina, China is Our Enemy

Today's entry is a reprint from Persuasion, an online series for subscribers to The Atlantic. Most Americans have a vague idea of the Chinese threat, but the fact is that China intends to defeat and dominate the United States. Whle she is preparing to do it militarily, her intent is to do it through a death of a thousand cuts, while carefully assisting us in our nationl suicide. The definitive text on this is The One Hundred Year Marathon by Michael Pillsbury, but today's article gives us a window into how China is weaponizing our own society against us.

While reading this article, recall that we have moved most of our industrial plant, and much of our intellectual property, to this country. Considering the facts, we need neither a doddering old fool of a president, nor a foolish internationalist.

How China Exerts Its Power

The country has developed a network of institutions designed to silence its critics, enhance its reputation abroad, and use the strengths of the American university system for its own benefit.

by JOHN METZ AND SETH KAPLAN

OCT 26

Shortly before the Winter Olympics in Beijing this past February, students at George Washington University put up posters criticizing the Chinese government’s policies. The posters decried the internment and execution of Uyghurs, the crackdown on freedoms in Hong Kong, and China’s lack of transparency during the early weeks of the COVID-19 pandemic. They would have gone largely unnoticed had it not been for the firestorm ignited by the university’s response to a student petition.

In the petition, which was sent directly to the university’s president, Mark Wrighton, the Chinese Students and Scholars Association demanded that the university remove the posters, identify the students responsible, and “punish them severely” for “insult[ing] China.” In a leaked email response, Wrighton wrote that he was “personally offended” by the posters and promised to have them removed. Then, almost casually, he committed to “determin[ing] who [was] responsible.” There was a swift backlash both online, where freedom of expression advocates like the Foundation for Individual Rights and Expression condemned the email, and among students of the university, who organized a protest in response. Within days, Wrighton issued a statement promising not to punish the students involved.

Given the freedoms typically touted on college campuses, George Washington University’s effort to limit student criticism of China might stand out as unusual. But it is part of a larger pattern—one linked to a multipronged effort by the Chinese Communist Party to influence and control its image abroad. That image is particularly vulnerable now because, according to numerous countries as well as the U.S. Department of State, the People’s Republic of China is committing genocide against the Uyghur people, among other human rights abuses.

To help in this project, China has developed a vast network of overlapping institutions on campus designed to silence its critics, enhance its reputation abroad, and use the strengths of the American university system—particularly its research prowess—for its own benefit, often in a manner that directly undermines American national security. Simply put, no foreign government has ever had both the resources and the resolve necessary to override academic firewalls against malign foreign influence in the way China does today.

And then there is another, more direct tactic: China actively monitors the speech of Chinese nationals studying in the U.S. and their actions on campus. Chinese intelligence officers use a combination of online surveillance and an array of informants motivated by money, ambition, fear, or patriotism to scrutinize student behavior. Attending the wrong speech or rally or saying the wrong thing in class can lead to the students or their relatives back in China being pressured.

When Chinese students do risk speaking out publicly, they pay a heavy price. University of Maryland valedictorian Yang Shuping praised “the fresh air of free speech” in her commencement address in May 2017. Almost immediately, she was singled out for abuse by Chinese state media and forced to issue an apology. Quoted anonymously in Voice of America, one Chinese student at the University of Maryland said that he “wouldn’t feel safe to speak publicly” for fear that Chinese authorities might punish him; another reported that he was “afraid that when [he gets] back to China, they will search [his] phone.” When a student from Hong Kong at Cornell University posted signs critical of China’s crackdown in the territory, he was reportedly assaulted by a fellow student who shouted at him in Mandarin. Chinese students often find that American civil liberties are paper-thin. Even when they stand on American soil, it’s as if they never left China.

Few of these incidents are the direct responsibility of American universities. But universities often act in ways that help the CCP intimidate and control their students. When Vera Yueming Zhou, a U.S. permanent resident, was detained at an internment camp in Xinjiang for using a VPN to access her University of Washington email address, the university allegedly declined to assist her over concerns that doing so might jeopardize a valuable agreement with China.

One way that China exerts influence on American universities is through Confucius Institutes—language and cultural education centers funded directly by the Chinese government which focus outwardly on facilitating educational and cultural exchanges but ultimately function as the Chinese government’s proxies on campus. By effectively outsourcing Chinese language and cultural education to entities funded by the Chinese government, universities have been giving up control over hiring and curricula. This approach has allowed these institutes to guide student learning in a direction favorable to China by, for example, avoiding all mentions of the Tiananmen Square Massacre. Confucius Institutes must abide by China’s laws, and contracts between universities and these institutes often feature broad nondisclosure requirements while mandating that educators do not damage China’s image abroad.

More subtle is the steady influence of the Chinese Students and Scholars Associations, which by some measures have a presence at upward of 100 universities in the United States. Like Confucius Institutes, Chinese Student and Scholarship Associations have an outwardly benign purpose, in this case to provide opportunities for Chinese students to gather and create a sense of community. Although they are nominally independent and outwardly similar to other student affinity groups, in practice, they function as the eyes and ears of the Chinese government on campuses—creating immense pressure for Chinese students not only to conform to their government’s standards but also to inform on one another to demonstrate their own loyalty. These associations routinely receive funding directly from Chinese diplomatic staff, with whom they communicate regularly, to provide information on fellow students or to receive instructions to help ensure ideological uniformity in the local Chinese community. At McMaster University in Canada, these problems became so acute that in September 2019 the Student Union voted to ban McMaster’s Chinese Students and Scholars Associations from campus after it intimidated and surveilled students and at least one Uyghur refugee on behalf of local Chinese diplomatic staff.

China has also leveraged its ties with academic institutions to further military buildup and human rights abuses. According to a report released by the Foundation for Defense of Democracies, at least 28 American universities have research partnerships with Chinese universities that have known ties to China’s military-industrial complex, including nuclear weapons research and cyberespionage. MIT, for instance, signed a research partnership in 2018 with iFlytek, a firm that has been credibly accused of providing surveillance technology that China uses to suppress its ethnic minorities. Many of the country’s 43 national-level “talent programs”—Chinese government-sponsored programs aimed at recruiting experts in science and technology from around the world—operate extensively on U.S. university campuses. Charles Lieber, the famous Harvard chemist who was convicted of lying to federal officials about research he conducted for Chinese entities, was a talent program recruit.

Despite the clear risks to free speech, academic liberty, and domestic security, universities have shown little willingness to pare back their partnerships with entities in China. Why do universities run the risk of entanglement with the CCP?

In large part, because they receive funding from CCP-connected sources—including gifts, donations, investments, Confucius Institutes, and research partnerships. These create an incentive for university administrators to silence student speech critical of China’s conduct. As one intelligence official concluded, “I used to think universities were victims. But now I think those that take money from China and don’t protect their students from [People’s Republic of China] harassment may be complicit.”

Between 2015 and 2019, U.S. colleges and universities reported just over $1 billion in donations from mainland China. But the real numbers are likely much higher. A 2019 staff report to the U.S. Senate Permanent Subcommittee on Investigations noted that “[n]early seventy percent of U.S. schools with a Confucius Institute that received more than $250,000 in one year failed to properly report that information to the Department of Education” despite a legal obligation to do so. In 2020, the Department of Education estimated that between 2012 and 2018, Hanban—the Chinese government entity overseeing Confucius Institutes—accounted not for the $15.5 million reported by universities, but for more than $113 million. And these figures don’t include funds from CCP-linked sources outside of China, like the Charoen Pokphand Group, which donated $10 million to Georgetown University in 2016. Altogether, the Department of Education estimated that universities had failed to report more than $6 billion in foreign donations—significant amounts of which came from Chinese entities.

These numbers also do not include revenue from Chinese students, who are more lucrative than American students because they typically pay full tuition. In the 2019-2020 school year, Chinese students accounted for more than one-third of international students studying in the country, who together generated over $40 billion in revenue. The University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign’s business school, for example, was receiving one-fifth of all tuition revenue from Chinese nationals before the pandemic. At the University of California Davis, international students contributed almost two-thirds of the $695 million that the school receives from tuition and fees, and Chinese students accounted for 69% of the school’s international student population.

Along with the financial concerns, there is also a fear that expressing concerns about Chinese influence could be perceived as prejudiced. When Michelle Bethel, a board member of MIT’s prestigious McGovern Institute for Brain Research, expressed concern that the lab’s research partnerships might not have been properly vetted for ties to the Chinese military, her concerns were dismissed as “racist” and “political.” She resigned in protest in December 2021, her concerns unaddressed. In the case of the posters at George Washington University, too, the university’s initial reaction was driven by assertions that the posters were racist.

The CCP has cynically exploited this tendency, arguing through state media that criticism of its policies is a form of “McCarthyist” anti-Chinese bias, even though many of China’s staunchest critics in the U.S. have vehemently condemned racism against Asians. Sulaiman Gu, a University of Georgia graduate student, explains that “American universities tend to treat these issues as issues of racism and diversity … [Instead] the university should support students against the surveillance of a foreign government. They should take measures to let educated and legitimate opinions be expressed without fear.”

The CCP’s campus influence has dangerous implications for free speech, student safety, industrial espionage, ethical scientific practices, and national security. But the silencing of student speech is perhaps the key factor making all of this possible because we cannot solve a problem if we cannot talk about it.

To this effect, the most significant thing that universities could do with regard to the threat from China would be to remove its proxies—from Confucius Institutes to Chinese Students and Scholars Associations—off their campuses for good. There has been some progress on this front. In 2018, Congress passed the National Defense Authorization Act, which limited Department of Defense funding to universities operating Confucius Institutes. Some states have even banned them outright. And at colleges and universities across the country—from Tufts to William & Mary—students on both sides of the aisle mobilized for their universities to break their ties to China. So while as recently as 2018, more than 100 Confucius Institutes were operating in the U.S. Today, just 18 remain, of which four have announced plans to close.

But progress has been uneven. 28 erstwhile host universities that closed their institutes have sought to preserve their ties to China in other forms, often retaining many of the trappings of these institutes while changing little more than the name. To date, no American university has followed McMaster University’s decision to abolish its Chinese Students and Scholars Association.

Beyond the issue of these institutes and associations, universities should disclose sources of foreign funding and establish clear guidelines for how they will safeguard the freedoms of students from China and other authoritarian countries. Similarly, they should establish clear ethical guardrails to ensure that advanced research is not contributing to human rights abuses or to the military development of the world’s most powerful authoritarian state.

Ultimately, however, such changes will only take place once university administrators are willing to commit to protecting free speech and academic liberty. Today, they remain too eager to compromise such principles in order to maintain their relationships, especially financial ones, with the Chinese government.

Seth D. Kaplan is a professorial lecturer in the Paul H. Nitze School of Advanced International Studies at Johns Hopkins University. He lived in China for seven years.

John Metz is the President of the Athenai Institute, a student-founded nonprofit devoted to removing the influence of the Chinese Communist Party from U.S. university campuses.

A version of this article was originally published by Heterodox Academy.

Friday, October 14, 2022

National Feral Cat Day is 16 October

By Rose Lyn Jacob

WITH APOLOGIES TO DR. SEUSS on National FERAL CAT DAY 2022

There are zillions of cats who have no home.

Some just hang around, while others like to roam.

Some are just lost and others are found,

by humans who leave kibble and chow on the ground.

Some live in barns, some live under houses,

some chase through fields after fat, juicy mouses.

Some are so shy they won’t come to eat,

and need to be tempted with tidbits of meat.

These cats all make kittens – dozens or more.

And the kittens they’ve made just make more who make more!

We call these cats “feral “--cats who don’t have a home,

cats who live in the street, cats who go out to roam.

So we trap ‘em and take ‘em all to a VET –

That’s an animal doctor who takes care of your pet.

The girl cats are spayed and the boy cats are neutered,

Before they’re returned, they’ve had shots and are speutered!

We build shelters to house them or find homes in a barn

So they’re out of the weather and kept safe and warm

Your support is essential, so we just want to say,

WE THANK YOU, as we celebrate, FERAL CAT DAY!

Wednesday, October 12, 2022

My Wife Rabbi Rose Lyn Jacob's Column for 12 Oct in the Culpeper Star-Exponent

You’ve no doubt seen some version of that first year Sunday School art project of Noah and his wife on the bow of an ark with two giraffes sticking their necks through port holes, along with a couple of zebras, and a pair of lions. There is a multi-colored rainbow overhead; sometimes just a colorful scribble, sometimes colored meticulously within the lines; a sign, God’s promise that he will never destroy the world again. Above the ark is a white dove holding an olive branch in its mouth, a symbol of renewal.

It has probably been a few years since you read the story, but have you ever wondered just how long it took Noah to build the Ark from the time God instructed him to build it, giving him the blueprint in CUBITS; 300 cubits (138 meters) long, 50 cubits (23 meters) wide, and 30 cubits (13.8 meters) high, until completion? Oh, and by the way, how long is a meter? How much time did it take for Noah and Mrs. Noah to get the materials together, scope out a location that wasn’t exactly “dockside” and start to build?

Once the vessel started to take shape, they were, no doubt, ridiculed by their neighbors. “What the heck is going on? Noah, what are you up to? Noah’s response was pretty much the same. “Oh, just planning for the future.” I’m positive that there was a whole lot-a head shakin’ goin’ on. No lectures on how evil his neighbors were; no ticking off their iniquities. No warning of God’s plan to wipe everybody away and start again; but this time without dinosaurs.

Building an ark has been on my mind lately. In October alone, there have been devastating floods in India, California, Florida, South Carolina, New South Wales, Trinidad and Tobago, Nigeria, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Brazil, Venezuela, Nicaragua, and it isn’t even the ides of October yet! Landscapes, coastlines, cities, towns and fields are gone. The threat of famine is growing exponentially; and that is without the grain shortages caused by the war on Ukraine!

Catastrophic geophysical events such as rising water, flooding, earthquakes, tsunamis and submerged lands become deeply rooted a culture’s psyche, its folk tales, myths and religious beliefs for the good reason that these stories send warnings to future generations that say, “Yes, this has happened, and yes, it could happen again.” Whether brought on by the gods, or rapidly melting ice sheets, they are cautionary tales that give us a glimpse into the inner lives of those who were there and who share stories based in trauma and catastrophe that live on long after the poets and storytellers are gone.

Noah had some time before the deluge started to plan for the future. We have also had time to plan, yet continue to squander that time. We hold conferences debating Global Warming, and our leaders vote “yea or nay” on climate initiatives. We assuage our conscience and compensate for our Carbon Footprint by paying a few dollars more for plane tickets; an offset, a “Mea Culpa” to the rainforests.

The warnings have been there all along, there, on the nursery wall. Perhaps we have been lulled into a false security by that rainbow above the Ark. Call it a Bible story or a geo-myth, it should be a call to action. Just like all Bible stories, this one is open to interpretation. But perhaps we should talk less, and do more. Time to gather the wood and the pitch and start building.

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

An Interesting Logistics Comparison

In 1944, as Germany suffered increasing losses on the ground, and experienced deeper shortaqes of critical war materiel, Hitler rained more and more bombs down on London and other British cities. It made no difference. On the battlefield he was a beaten man.

In a similar manner it may be that, with his armies in the field beaten and exhausted, Vladimir Putin is raining missiles down on Ukrainian cities. But this Russian tantrum cannot have any great effect.

Sunday, October 2, 2022

Where are We Going with This?

The discussion of a potential Russian first use of tactical nuclear weapons in Ukraine should be setting off alarm bells in rational people’s heads

There’s a concept in relations between nuclear armed belligerents (or potential belligerents) called the firebreak. It goes like this: Threats are one thing; saber rattling happens, and in the absence of other stimuli, it doesn’t necessarily create a desperate situation. An example of this is North Korea. Little Kim pretends to lose his mind and threatens terrible things on a regular basis, but nobody takes him seriously. He wants attention, not war. He has neither a casus belli nor an ongoing kinetic relationship with South Korea or the United States.

But when two nuclear powers already have a conventional kinetic relationship, the danger increases exponentially. It is generally believed that rational leaders are constrained from employing nuclear weapons by common sense and the survival instinct in all but the most extreme circumstances. The problem arises when one belligerent employs a single nuclear weapon, perhaps out of desperation, or as a demonstration to increase leverage. That single employment brings the conflict through the firebreak to the point where both powers are unconstrained in nuclear employment. The probability of nuclear employment stopping at one is low.

There is no such thing as a singular, precipitate use of a nuke that holds belligerents within some imaginary firebreak. That firebreak will evaporate.

How might we restore he firebreak in the face of Russian employment of a battlefield nuclear weapon? The solution would rest with a large, costly operation that employs conventional forces to destroy the Russian Black Sea Fleet, and a joint NATO operation to rid the skies over and adjacent to Ukraine of Russian aircraft. Such an operation would be logistically intensive, and fraught with hazards, as are all war making operations. For those who haven’t noticed, war isn’t clean.

Russia is already back on its heels. Its missile attacks on Ukraine are mostly being carried out by converted surface to air weapons. The Russian military logistics system in general is strained near the breaking point.

Sadly, there are no guarantees in warfare. Those of us not in control must wait it out while mediocrities named Biden, Blinken, and Sullivan try to save the free world — not a comforting thought.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Danger Close

If history teaches us anything, it's that unintended consequences are the most likely outcome of any historical event. The unanswered question is always: "Who will learn the lesson?"

Vladimir Putin clearly learnt one when he invaded Ukraine, but the forces he set in motion have not come to a halt. Rulers such as Putin don't know how to stop until they get what they want, so we can only guess where the correlation of forces is leading.

The danger rests in the fact that Putin has no exit strategy. The only hope for the West, and Ukraine, is in the Kremlin leadership deposing him. Otherwise, the minimum danger is of a nuclear 'demonstration'. Such a demonstration would involve a nuclear attack on an uninhabited area. Such a demonstration was proposed as an option against the Japanese as an alternative to the attack on Hiroshima, but abandoned. It was decided that the Japanese would perceive such a n on-attack as a sign of weakness.

I hold the Biden Asministration foreign policy team in the lowest possible regard. If Tony Blinken is a fool, Jake Sullivan is an idiot. I hope they are making plans. They need to be at their very best.

Friday, September 9, 2022

One September Day

On this September day,

One last time,

That small island

Might just seem,

The center of the world,

As so many wept

God save the Queen.

Monday, September 5, 2022

Labor Day in Deep Space

Today is Labor Day, a lesser holiday to all except those devoted to the backyard barbecue. A real landmark today is the 45th anniversary of Voyager I’s launch. That aged satellite is now over 14.6 billion miles from earth, having completed its primary mission of touring the gas giants of our solar system. It, and its sister, Voyager II, have now exited our solar system and will continue on forever (unless one of them collides with some cosmic object) in hopes that they will eventually encounter another civilization. Both Voyagers carry messages of earth on gold records. Why gold? For its durability? Yes. Why a record? Forty-five years ago, that’s how we transferred data. The fact is, when the Voyagers were born, the phonograph record was our standard. They’ve been gone that long, and NASA has been monitoring them that long. The Voyagers weren’t meant to function into the twenty-first century, but their engineers built them well. Still, their plutonium reactors are gradually running down, producing less and less electricity, and their feeble radio signals will soon go silent. At that point they will continue sailing through deep space at 35,000 miles per hour, carrying our hope that they might someday encounter another civilization, giving them the first hint of a distant civilization.

Monday, August 15, 2022

Rabbi Rose Lyn Jacob's Faith Column for August 12, 2022 in The Culpeper Star — Exponent

My mother took her right to vote very seriously. After all, she was a proud American citizen; a thankful American immigrant who read the news religiously, listened to the radio, and watched television back when there were only three stations on the big box in the living room.

She stood in line at our polling place; entering that voting booth confident in the knowledge that it was a secret ballot; allowing her to vote her mind and her conscience. Mom took me along when I was very little, and I still remember the feeling of the black cloth and the swish sound of the metal track as we were surrounded by the privacy curtain. There was a hushed quiet in the room; not a library quiet, but rather the quiet of a chapel. To her, voting was a sacred act; a rite as well as a right. Although it wasn’t her birth right, upon becoming an American citizen, it was her entitlement. It was also her right as a woman. You see my mother was born in 1917. In 1917 an American woman did NOT have the right to vote. The 19th Amendment to the Constitution guaranteeing women the right to vote was only passed by Congress on June 4, 1919 and ratified on August 18, 1920.

That swish of the sacred curtain of the voting booth has been replaced by a sonic boom capable of shaking the very foundations our faith in the Democratic process. That sonic boom is the noise of protest revolving around the separation of Church and State.

This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, that Americans find themselves struggling with the voting booth, or the separation of Church and State. Our Founding Fathers wrestled with it. [In England and America a Religious Test was administered in order to promote certain religious beliefs and exclude others.] On September 17, 1787, Article VI, the “No Religious Test Clause” was signed into the American Constitution and ratified on June 21, 1788. “The Senators and Representatives before mentioned, and the Members of the several State Legislatures, and all executive and judicial Officers, both of the United States and of the several States, shall be bound by Oath or Affirmation, to support this Constitution; but no religious test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States.”

At the time the United States Constitution was adopted, religious qualifications for holding state and local office were pervasive. Delaware’s constitution, for example, required government officials to “profess faith in God the Father, and in Jesus Christ His only Son, and in the Holy Ghost.” North Carolina barred anyone “who shall deny the being of God or the truth of the Protestant religion” from serving in the government. Religious Tests effectively barred Catholics, non-believers, and non-Christians from holding office. And until struck down by the Supreme Court in 1978, many states had laws prohibiting clergy from holding office!

In the late 1950s, Catholic politicians were viewed with open suspicion by many mainline Protestants and Evangelicals, not exactly a great climate for the presidential campaign of the first Catholic elected President of the United States. Catholic candidates were accused of having “dual loyalties” to both the Vatican and the United States, prompting John Fitzgerald Kennedy to say, “I do not speak for my church on public matters, and the church does not speak for me.

On September 12, 1960, Candidate Kennedy addressed the Greater Houston Ministerial Association, a group of Protestant ministers, in an attempt to mitigate the reluctance of Protestant faith leaders to support a Catholic Candidate. I leave you today with his words that ring just as true today as then, and which may give today’s voters a lens into how America has changed and perhaps give them the courage to “vote their convictions” when the time comes.

“I believe in an America that is officially neither Catholic, Protestant nor Jewish; where no public official either requests or accepts instructions on public policy from the Pope, the National Council of Churches or any other ecclesiastical source; where no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials; and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all.

For while this year it may be a Catholic against whom the finger of suspicion is pointed, in other years it has been, and may someday be again, a Jew-- or a Quaker or a Unitarian or a Baptist. It was Virginia's harassment of Baptist preachers, for example, that helped lead to Jefferson's statute of religious freedom. Today I may be the victim, but tomorrow it may be you — until the whole fabric of our harmonious society is ripped at a time of great national peril.”

Wishing you a thoughtful week of wrestling with your convictions; it is good exercise.

Rabbi Rose

My Thoughts for Today

“A wise man is confident of his ignorance, and hopes to learn from others.”

“A foolish man is confident that he’s right, and can’t wait to tell others.”

Saturday, July 16, 2022

When Truth Takes a Holiday

The following is the latest column by my wife, Rabbi Rose Lyn Jacob, from The Culpeper Star-Exponent:

There is a kind of immunity that can’t be put into a syringe to keep us safe. I call it “Heard Immunity” – as in that Motown 70’s hit, “I heard it through the grapevine.” Heard immunity works to make you sensitive to the hearsay, misinformation, rumors, lies and gossip and the unsubstantiated “truths” that spread faster than any variant of Covid. As Winston Churchill said, “A lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on!”

You probably played the game “Telephone” as a child, the game where you whisper a phrase or story into the ear of the person next to you, and they pass it along. By the time it makes it to the end of the line, it bears little resemblance to the original, true message. Today, we no longer spread information in hushed tones. News outlets, political pundits, internet sources, political groups, and fundamentalists blast it twenty-four hours a day. “Pizzagate,” “Q-anon,” unfounded accusations of the trafficking children and reports of thousands of criminals pouring over our southern border, and the ever popular “Jews control the media, banks and government,” are just a few examples of the kind of hearsay, rumors or gossip that spread like wildfire.

I place the blame for today’s fascination with the conundrum of WHY Americans are having trouble with the truth, squarely on the shoulders of a young George Washington, who, rumor has it, said, “I cannot tell a lie, ‘twas I who chopped down the cherry tree!” No doubt he set the bar too high. Others set the bar lower, or as they ask in the dance, The Limbo, “How low can you go”? Let’s see.

Celebrity Lies; Lance Armstrong – “I never took enhancement drugs”, Pete Rose – “I have never gambled”, Tiger Woods – “I’m faithful,” Paris Hilton – “I don’t do drugs.”

President Richard Nixon; “Truth is America’s most potent weapon. We cannot enlarge upon the truth. But we can and must intensify our efforts to make that truth more shining.”

President Bill Clinton; “But I want to say one thing to the American people. I want you to listen to me. I'm going to say this again: I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky. I never told anybody to lie, not a single time; never.”

Vladimir Putin on Ukraine; “It's our land, it's our country, we don't have any other option.”

President Donald Trump Tweet; "I WON THE ELECTION!”

To quote Mark Twain, “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; truth isn’t.”

As we’ve seen, through this week’s coverage of the January 6 insurrection, the nation's “conspiracy versus truth problem” fomented the attack on Congress, shook the foundations of Democracy and got good people killed.

Conspiracy theories, that is to say rumors, hearsay, and misinformation, arise when people become worried or threatened; when there is a crisis or when important things happen that they want to make sense of. They take root and thrive in conditions of uncertainty.

So how do we keep sort through the massive amount of information thrown at us on a daily basis? I’m not sure, but we have a moral obligation to believe only what we have researched and for which we have gleaned sufficient evidence. As the Special Committee for the Investigation of January 6 clearly shows, in testimony after testimony, our beliefs influence our actions. That is, we behave based on what we believe to be true. And careless believing based on un-truths, leads to poor actions, and may ensnare others who “believe” because of you. Once that happens, it is just a hop, skip and a jump to conspiracy theories, “fake news” -one of my least favorite expressions, and being used and manipulated at great cost to our Democracy and our fellow Americans.

There is a a Jewish value that we try to instill in our children, to inoculate them against the fear of inaction in times of difficult moral decisions. We start early, and never stop saying it, no matter how old “the child” is. It is the admonishment to be a Mensch. The best translation I can give you is: “In a place or time where there are no persons of moral character, YOU need to be that person of character.”

Truth. It is our moral obligation to pursue it. It is our moral obligation as Americans because, in the words of George Orwell, “In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”

Monday, July 4, 2022

Cats and Traps

The Sad Case of Woodward Hollow

I’m a trapper. I trap cats, get them neutered, and return them to wherever I got ‘em. It’s unethical, and generally unlawful to not return a cat to the place where it was trapped. Either the cat is owned by someone, or it’s feral, in which case it falls under the Virginia prohibition on relocating wildlife.

My group has been trapping in Woodward hollow for weeks. When the Woodwards see us coming, they bring as many of their cats inside as they can. Their cats are scrawny, and survive on scraps and dead animal carcasses that Mrs. Woodward dumps on the porch. The cats have to get by on what the dogs leave behind.

When we spay a cat, we keep her overnight to make sure she’s OK, then release her the next morning. I hadn’t done the hollow in a while, but last Friday I took two females back for release. Rather than get too close to these crazy people’s house, I parked in the cul-de-sac, and unloaded my two traps. When the doors were opened, the cats weren’t especially interested in leaving, but eventually they walked out into the street, but went no further. One cat, a pretty light gray lady, turned around to look into the other trap. Spotting a half full food dish, she went back, cleaned it out, then walked back into her original trap.

Having a cat walk back into its trap is very unusual. It’s most common for all released cats to run away immediately. Neither were so inclined. I coaxed them both out and put the traps back in the truck, expecting the cats to head on up their driveway. But they tried to follow me into the truck. The light gray one put her front legs around my right leg and looked up at me.

I talk to cats: “You need to go home now.” She wasn’t impressed. “You can’t come home with me. I have no place for you, and you belong to someone else.” She wouldn’t let go. I freed myself and brought out more cat food from the back seat. Both cats sucked it all down. One ran off, but the gray cat stayed, her front legs again wrapped around my leg.

Freeing myself, I headed for the cab; the gray cat followed. “They treat their cats like trash.” An older lady had stepped into the cul-de-sac. “That cat doesn’t want to go home,” she said. “I see. But they have to.” “They don’t know that.” “I have no other home for them.” The gray cat had wrapped her legs around my leg again; she was trying to climb my leg.

The lady shook her head and led the gray cat away, guiding her up the dirt driveway to her home. A few feet up the driveway the cat looked back at me, but the lady nudged her back in the direction of home.

Later on, I thought, shame on you. Shouldn’t have done it, but too late. Maybe. I told the story to another trapper. She’s hitting that place next week. Just maybe . . . Undoing sins of omission aren’t easy.

Friday, June 17, 2022

“JUST LIKE A FATHER” Day

This is the Fathers Day Column from the Culpeper Star-Exponent, written by my Wife,
Rabbi Rose Lyn Jacob

Father’s Day is upon us once again. Since our lives have been turned topsy-turvy by the pandemic, Father’s Day gift giving has been a challenge. Traditional “go-to,” tried and true Father’s Day gifts from the “before times” seem out of place, if not totally useless. Neckties, long the staple of Father’s Day gifting have gone the way of the dinosaur. So have fanciful cuff-links and their raison d’êtra, the dress shirt. Today’s Father’s Day gift is more likely to be a T-“message shirt” stating how awesome dad is, or a state-of-the art barbeque meat thermometer, or, my personal favorite for the new dad, a camo-diaper bag!

I think it is fair to say that Fatherhood is a bit more challenging these days. Gone is the 1950’s television fatherhood model. It went the way of the last Edsel rolling off Ford’s production line in 1959. Dads, in general, may be harder to find these days. He might be on military deployment on the other side of the world or “doing time,” in another state. There are dads who would give anything to be healthy enough to do “dad stuff” with their kids. There are invisible sperm donor dads, and deadbeat dads. There are men who have fathered children, but didn’t stay around to be an actual father to them. Then there is the most heartbreaking category; dads who die before they’ve had the chance to raise their children, pass on values, give guidance through life’s bumpy roads, and be there for the joyous moments.

How do you honor those men who can and are willing to step in and fill the void of fathers who are unable to father? A few years back, those artistic and inspired folks at Hallmark found a “new” niche category for marketing their product. You can find these cards just below the “Father’s Day” section, with its own little tab; “You’ve Been Just Like A Father To Me.” Now, not everyone who has been helped in their path to adulthood feels comfortable expressing that emotion with a greeting card; even if they feel it. Still others would need a roll of stamps to mail the cumulative number of cards to all the men who took the time to help with “dad” things over the years, who shared “dad” values and taught life skills by example.

I’ve met many people men and women who share with me stories about these caring men and the impact they’ve had on their young lives. Like Dad’s friend who subbed for her father at the middle school Father-Daughter Dance, and made certain he was there years later to walk her down the aisle. Or the fella who made sure his neighbor’s sons and daughters knew how to change a tire, check the oil, fill the wiper fluid and parallel park, even though the DMV says they won’t test you on it. There were stories about learning how to use power tools, or a screw driver. There were stories about learning to hunt or fish. There was the guy who taught you chord progressions on the guitar and how to tie a Windsor knot. The one the one who showed you how tie a bowtie, ‘cause big boys don’t wear clip on ties to the prom! And the ones who reminded you to hold the car door open for your date, even if that has gone out of style.

Some were lessons to last a lifetime. How to look someone in the eye and give a firm handshake. How to make a budget and save for the future. And the important things to look for when choosing a partner in life. Those of you who are fortunate to be able to celebrate Father’s Day with your father, or your Hallmark “Just Like a Father,”, know how special this man; these men, have been in building the person are today.

Much has happened leading up to this Father’s Day. Covid continues in its many iterations. Natural and man-made disasters have increased in number and duration. We have grown numb or even indifferent to news coverage of mass murders, gun violence, targeted hate crimes, political divisiveness, and the war in Ukraine. And these stories have highjacked what should be an enjoyable holiday with friends and family.

Each Father’s Day, there are those who observe but not celebrate. For them it is a day to remember; a quiet contemplative day. Those who have been cut off from their fathers, for whatever reasons, will pick up the phone and exchange a few awkward words, and a few awkward silences, with a dad who is physically or emotionally distant. Unlike the past few years, sons and daughters can visit with their elderly parents. It will be a day to sit beside the once strong, now fragile man who raised you, softly recounting for him memories that once were his; knowing he no longer knows who you are.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the last few years, you’ve grown accustomed to news sources labeling all sorts of people as “heroes.” So here is a ‘shout out’ to those who come to bat and rise to the occasion when fathers are can’t be there for their kids. They may not make the evening news, but they are heroes none the less.

Written in memory of my father and role model, Michael Jacob.

Monday, June 6, 2022

Goodbye New World Order — It Never Was

When the Soviet Union disintegrated, President George H. W. Bush, never a great man with words, awkwardly dubbed the post-Soviet era as one framed by a “New World Order.” Aside from the general feeling of well-being the term evoked, there was no clear understanding of what it meant. Political scientist Francis Fukuyama suggested we were witnessing “the end of history” as we had known it. Being the short sighted, instant gratification culture that we are, we couldn’t wait a moment to see if it really was, and what it all meant.

If the modern nation state stemmed from the mid seventeenth century Peace of Westphalia, much of modern international law began with the 1899 Hague Convention that presumed to find a way to define certain “laws of warfare.” This international foolishness continued through the founding of the League of Nations, that stillborn creature that essentially broke the British Empire while accomplishing little, and the United Nations, an equally futile organization that “kept everyone talking” in order to avoid another world war, while tens of millions more were killed in genocidal wars of national liberation, from Afghanistan to Kosovo, Biafra to Vietnam, Croatia to Syria, Iran to . . . you get the idea. Still, all those agreements and organizations did give the nation states they nurtured a structurer to rest on, talk across, and fight with.

Through all that, rebellions were put down, and national integrity was mostly preserved. Where new nation states emerged, they did so from the framework of colonial systems. As bad as those colonial systems may have been, they gave initial structure and infrastructure to the emerging nations. All this happened with the backdrop of the super power nuclear balance of terror. Though the United States and the Soviet Union never fought each other, they fought proxy wars on every inhabited continent. For the longest time, the Soviets seemed to be winning; the forces of socialism appeared more appealing, especially to the leadership of the new nations. Then, suddenly, it was over. The Soviet Union fell of its own weight in 1991, proof of its own ineptitude, collapsing back into nothing but Mother Russia, and ushering in that new world order that Bush and Fukuyama both thought would fundamentally change the world.

The new order held together for seventeen years. Then in 2008 Russia sponsored a conflict between Georgia and its ethnic Russian-sympathetic enclaves of South Ossetia and Abkhazia. Not only did the Russian clients win, but in the following years, the South Ossetians continued to surreptitiously to move the border, a few hundred meters at a time, shrinking Georgian farm land as they went. This process continues to this day. The entire Georgia war was close to being completely under the western press radar, but it was a watershed moment. For the first time a modern nation-state was losing its borders in the post-World War II era. This wasn’t a temporary adjustment, it was permanent.

In 2014 Russia invaded Crimea, a part of Ukraine, and in the presence of invading troops, conducted a rapid election that called for the unification of Crimea with Russia.

In 2022 Russia declared that Ukraine was not a legitimate country, but rather a natural historic part of Russia. Shortly thereafter Russia conducted a multi-axis invasion of Ukraine with the intent of incorporating it into the Russian Federation. We can’t prove those orange clouds that have begun to support the Russian advance in eastern Ukraine are chemical weapons, but it does appear Russia has once again shown its disdain for both the Hague and Geneva Conventions. Well, when they were signatories, they had little use for those documents.

These activities, taken together, tell us we are in a post Westphalian world. National boundaries no longer exist, except as they can be maintained by force of arms. It should be no surprise that Russia is offended by the expansion of NATO. She has serious plans for the domination, and possible absorption of her neighbors. The question isn’t whether the United Nations will be up to the task of preserving the world order. It clearly is not. The UN is even more hollow and futile than was the League of Nations in the 1930s. The question is: Will NATO be up to the task of keeping the modern western world order from collapsing? The ‘N’ in NATO may stand for North Atlantic, but South Korea has expressed interest in a relationship with it. NATO is the gold standard. But the presence of an adequately firm leadership at the NATO helm is not guaranteed. Much of the free world is wringing its hands and wondering.

Those of us in the west think Eurocentrically, but there is a similar, multi-threaded issue to that of Ukraine brewing in the far east. China is a nation nursing many grudges, both actual and perceived, concerning historic wrongs. While everyone is familiar with the Chinese claim to sovereignty over Taiwan, all Chinese grow up with a firm understanding of the historic Chinese claims to at least some territory of all her neighbors. In 1969 China and the Soviet Union fought a bitter seven-month war over borders that made a strong enough impression on the Soviets that they moved the Baikal-Amur Railway several hundred miles north to distance it from what might become a frequently violent border region.

In 1979 China launched attacks against Vietnam, ostensibly due to Vietnam’s interference in Cambodia. But once again, the dispute seems to have centered on China’s theory of the border’s placement.

All Chinese geography text books have maps emphasizing Chinese sovereignty claims, not only to land areas, but also to adjacent seas and even traditional fishing grounds far from China, some abutting distant countries.

In the absence of a strong hand by united democracies, it is likely that the near future will see increasing violent acts by claimants to adjacent nations’ territories, with the danger that open war as we knew it in much of the 20th century may resume, with all the risks it entails.

Monday, May 30, 2022

My Memorial Day Post

Eternal Patrol — An Elegy for Memorial Day, 2022

We sleep beneath the sea,

Unread last letters home,

Clutched forever

To our hearts,

Though the sea is cold,

Brotherhood,

Keeps us warm,

Don’t look for us,

We’re out here,

On patrol,

Keeping watch,

Forever.

Friday, May 27, 2022

Of Cats and Traps — 5

The barn is still there; the colony has been reduced to five cats, but not just through attrition. Three of the cats came out of their shells sufficiently to charm people and got themselves adopted. I say 'got themselves adopted' because we didn’t have to place them, they managed to worm themselves into the hearts of nearby folks, and we were approached with requests to adopt. The one exception was Little Gray Kitty. One winter afternoon when I went to feed the colony, she clearly had an upper respiratory infection. I had no trouble getting her into a carrier — we had been good buddies for years. The vet prescribed a course of treatment that required me to bring her home, and she’s never left. That’s how homes accumulate cats. It just happens. Another cat, the Katzenjammer Kitty, was the big male of the colony. He decided that he wasn’t getting enough food, so he took to crossing the street each day to sit on the picnic table outside the Syria Store. There he’d get extra rations. One of the ladies decided that was unsafe; she took him home, where he has ready access to his own TV remote and a choice seat on the couch.

Friday, May 20, 2022

Of Cats and Traps — Part 4

Dora the Therapy Cat showed up on the barn’s loading dock one afternoon. She’d either wandered in from who-knows-where, or more likely was dumped by some out of towner. That happens quite a bit in Syria. Dora was unusual. I fed her with rest of the cats, and figured to trap her ASAP to get her fixed. When I finished and headed back to the truck Dora followed me. I tried to shoo her back, but of course cats no more understand that than they understand calculus. I figured she’d go back to the colony when I drove away, but she tried to get into the truck with me. I closed the door; as I drove away, she ran about in the street, completely confused, so I came back and slipped her into the front seat, bringing her home.

No one on local social media answered my missing kitty call. Dora was young and petite, pretty, friendly, but timid. She liked to sit up on my desk, next to my ham radio gear, while I made contacts. When she got off the desk she would often look at her image in puzzlement in a floor length mirror. I would love to have kept her, but our house is small; we can’t keep every cat who comes our way. We placed her with a family that has a daughter with a chronic illness. Dora will make an excellent therapy cat. She is as sweet as they come, but not demanding.

Thursday, May 19, 2022

Of Cats and Traps — Part 3

For the Cats’ Sake showed up one morning in two cars with plenty of traps. The tall, slim woman explained to me that they used smelly fish as bait while her partner, a woman who smoked a curious pipe, unloaded the traps. She explained their organization was dedicated to Trap-Neuter-Return, all of which sounded just right to me. I wanted my cats neutered, and I wanted them back. They waded into the debris that littered the barn, placing the rickety traps here and there. “Great,” I thought, “by the time they get through clomping around in there, every cat will have scattered for the day.” I stayed back by my car to keep out of their way. Within a half hour they were going back in, and coming out with traps full of cats. These ladies knew what they were doing.

About ninety minutes, one lady walked up to me. I need you to go to this address and ask the lady for three more traps. I brought those traps back, and they filled them up too.

This was my introduction to trap-neuter-return, or TNR. They took at least half the colony away that day, kept at it, and within a few weeks there would be no more cat reproduction at my colony. I had never seen anything like it. At one point I’d been frantic — there’d be no more kittens. I loved kittens; what a nightmare. Then relief set in. The colony wouldn’t get any bigger — hopefully.

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Of Cats and Traps — Part 2

One day I came to the barn to feed. There were plenty of kittens scampering around. I placed food for the adults in the usual neat piles, then placed kitten food in its usual places. I heard screaming from somewhere deep in the barn. I couldn’t pinpoint it, but assumed another female was giving birth. I had no idea what that would sound like. This was screaming.

The next day Rose and I came to feed together. We were on our way to some function, and were pretty dressed up. The screaming was still going on. It wasn’t a female giving birth. We searched. There, in the interior of the barn, was an old Lacrosse goal. Caught in the goal’s netting, about five feet off the ground, was a rag-like figure, flailing about. It was an orange kitten with its head stuck in one of the netting holes. She was wildly waving her legs and screaming. We couldn’t touch her for all her activity. Rose ran to the Syria store to grab a scissors. I held an apple basket under the kitten while Rose cut the net, dropping the kitten into the basket. The kitten continued to thrash about in the basket; there was no way we could get that net off. We covered the basket and brought it to the local vet, who sedated her and cut off the net. The vet’s comment: “Be careful, she’s very feral.”

That kitten, thereafter named Lacrosse, ended up back at our house, where she was quickly socialized (it took about fifteen minutes), bottle fed for a bit, then integrated into our family, where she spent the rest of her life.

Lacrosse's First Day Home

Monday, May 16, 2022

Of Cats and Traps — Part 1

I came late to cats. I did have one cat in my college apartment. Chat was a good buddy, but I was on my way into the Navy, so I had to find him a new home. I brought him to some old family friends, two aged Polish sisters living on a farm in Adamsville, Rhode Island, where he was spoiled rotten, but managed to keep his girlish figure by working as a farm cat all day.

Later I inherited a barn full of community cats, that is, no longer feral cats who interact with people on a regular basis. Judy, the postmaster had been feeding them for years. When she retired, I drew the short straw amongst the 200 or so folks in Syria, Virginia, and became their feeder. Twist my arm, this was great! There were about ten cats, who ate once a day. None were friendly enough to pet — six feet was their safe distance, but my wife and I enjoyed the effort.

Then, one day, peeking out from behind an old apple basket, was a kitten, no, three kittens. The next day there were more. The kittens were a delight. They scampered around playfully when they saw us, remaining just out of petting range, but soon we were up to nineteen felines. Cute little kittens turn into full size cats with full size appetites, who then have more kittens. At one point in the past the contract mail delivery lady had gotten all the cats spayed at her own expense. Clearly some new breeders had moved in.

We named many of our cats: One pair was Trudy and Jerry Katz, named for a couple my parents had been friends with many years ago. Both seemed to resemble their human namesakes. Then there was Mr. Big Cheeks, the male who spent his time behind the others at feeding time, just looking at the action. He in fact had very big cheeks. There was Little Big Cheeks. She was born in one of the litters after we began feeding. She had long, golden hair, and an enormous mane, making her look like a lion, and somewhat like a puffed-up mini-Mr. Big Cheeks. At first, we thought she was a male, but she was eventually revealed as a girl when she too had kittens.

We did our best to keep the cats out of the street by providing clean water as well as food, but we occasionally lost one to a traffic accident, leading to the establishment of the kitty cemetery in our yard. Each time we lost a cat I felt as if I’d lost a child.

When the barn population crept over nineteen, we decided that cute wasn’t enough. Population control was needed. At $250-$300 per cat to spay or neuter, we were way over our heads.

To be continued

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Don’t Do It, Mr. Secretary

Rumor is powerful, and in the Internet age it has gained more power than ever, so when a single Internet news outlet reported that US Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin had suggested a meeting with his Russian counterpart to discuss an armistice in Ukraine, alarm bells rang in my head. Most likely Russia had planted this rumor.

It’s not that I don’t want the killing to stop — I very much want that. An end to the killing is in Vladimir Putin’s power to achieve today, or given the apparent primitive nature of Russian military communications, perhaps tomorrow. But if the Russian Army isn’t on the run, they’re at least back on their heels. If they want peace with the country they’ve invaded, they know how to get it. They can leave.

Ukraine is a de facto US ally. We have no business calling for discussions about an armistice while Russia continues attempting to conquer the place. Russia gobbled up part of Ukraine in 2014, and built a bridge from Russia proper to its newly annexed territory. Ukraine has quite a bone to pick with Putin. Let them pick it while the picking is good.

When Russia speaks, she sounds like the old Soviet Union. Anything she doesn’t like is “a provocation.” The day after she conquered Crimea, she informed the world that “99 percent of the population had voted to unite with Russia.” It was classic Soviet propaganda out of the late 1940s when Stalin was busy installing puppet governments in Eastern Europe. And when Russia wants something to happen, she often cranks up the rumor mill. During and since the Trump administration that rumor mill has included friendly members of Congress spouting Russian propaganda. Disgusting, but that’s your new action Republican Party.

Putin may have wanted to conquer Ukraine, but an armistice in place wouldn’t be so bad for him. It would virtually cut Ukraine’s access to the sea, and solidify his justification for the war. What it wouldn’t get Putin is Ukrainian engineering expertise. Most Soviet defense engineers were Ukrainian. It shows in Russia’s inability to build things right. Did Putin really think he could annex Ukraine and enslave its engineers? How Soviet. All the good Russian engineers have emigrated.

The Ukrainians should be given the time and materials to push the Russians out, even to the point where they can blow up that bridge from Crimea to Russia.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Trudy's Piano Bar

Tangier, January, 1976. Trudy’s Piano Bar was in the heart of the city. A dark place, it had a long, hardwood bar, running the length of one wall, worn by years of patrons leaning against it to sip their drinks. In the front, to the left of the entrance were small, round tables. In the rear was the darkest corner, with a few more tables, and Trudy’s piano. Somewhere in all that was the hint of a dance floor.

Trudy had been a young concert pianist of some note in Hungary prior to World War II. She had fled the Nazis, ending up in Gibraltar, then making her way to Morocco, where she eventually opened the piano bar. It was the first place my friend took me.

The bar was open to everyone, but it was a special favorite of expatriates. I can testify to the fact that it was a wonderful place, never too crowded, always full of nice people, and above all, Trudy made it special.

Sadly, things didn’t end well. My friend who lived in Tangier told me that during the attempted coup everything was closed for quite some time in the quarter where the piano bar was located. Later it reopened. A gentleman of significant wealth came to Trudy with a proposal. Come play only for me, and be a permanent part of my life. It wasn’t the sort of thing that appealed to Trudy. Shortly thereafter she suffered a debilitating stroke, and she had no one to care for her. Taking that gentleman’s offer might have been for the best.

The Things that Won’t Shut Up as Things Fall Apart

Everything that can be written about the United States’ socio-political situation has been written. Every idea has been thought and said and written. Each supposedly Olympian Mind has given us his and her two cents. At this point they’re just adding spare change to the mix about Roe, Ukraine, 6 January, and though Covid is out of style right now, its day may come again. Though the CDC may say that Covid might soon be treated like “the flu,” the ranks of the unvaccinated are large enough that we might yet see the hospitals overrun once more. If we don’t, well, good.

Roe, the simple code word for the abortion fight, promises to be the great divisor, the thing that finally shows the US as two separate nations. I’m not so sure. Roe is like the thunderclap that proves the storm has been here for a while. For those who haven’t been following along, in 2020 the United States barely beat back a coup attempt by the defeated outgoing president. That should be enough big news, but it’s not. It’s the historical component of what has become a civil war. It's barely even a historical component. Half the politicians and a third of the electorate can't even agree that there was a coup attempt.

Our commentators have made a cottage industry out of speculating about whether the US is entering a second civil war. They cite racists, the anti-immigrant movement, anti-LGBTQ &c. sentiment, and it goes on through the entire conservative opposition component to the full spectrum of the liberal agenda, from the harmless to the weird.

But all that is what commentators like to call the culture wars. It’s not our new civil war at all. The civil war itself is being fought post 2020 in the state legislatures and a few court rooms. If 2020 was a coup attempt to retain one man, Donald Trump, in power, the new civil war is a focused effort by the national Republican Party and its local chapters to permanently install themselves in power at all levels, by manipulating local laws to dilute non-Republican voting strength.They don't really care about Donald Trump at all. This is no small feat, as the Republican Party represents a dwindling percentage of voters, but our arcane and archaic electoral system will enable this.

The Republicans are assisted in this effort by two factors in addition to the electoral process:

    1. They are united in a single goal.
    2. The Democratic Party, their only opponent, is a balkanized group of petitioners, many of whom are galvanized within their own little sub group around a single issue, and are unwilling to unite against a common enemy.

Beginning in 2022, and culminating in 2024, I expect Americans to awaken the morning after election day to find they have elected a government not much to their liking, and I further expect them to find election day 2024 to be just the beginning of a long march into a near single party state unless something not currently foreseeable is done. This is not good; it is very bad. Is anyone listening?

Friday, May 13, 2022

A Surprise Baby Formula Shortage

Suddenly baby formula has joined cat food as the thing we can’t seem to find on the shelves of our stores in the land of plenty. Abbott Labs, one of the few producers of the stuff in this country, shut down their big formula plant in Michigan back in February due to contamination, and hasn’t been able to get it back on line (It’s already May, what the hell have you been doing up there in Michigan, Abbott?). As with so many industries in this country, the formula business has consolidated to only a few manufacturers, in spite of the dizzying numbers of brands, making it easy for a single failure point to create a shortage.

Suddenly the blowhards in Congress and their media horse holders are talking about the possible need for a national baby formula stockpile. Really? A National Baby Formula Stockpile? Where would we keep it? With the stockpile of PPE we don’t have for the next pandemic? Maybe with our dwindling tritium stockpile.

It didn’t have to be this way. For the last forty years, every administration has made believe that our anti-trust legislation didn’t exist. Every One. The slightest suggestion that a merger or acquisition might not be in the national interest was cause for charges of socialism, or some other anti-industry shibboleth. Cable mergers? Sure, lets scrunch ‘em all together; it’ll make for more efficiency and lead to content creation giants. It’s led to giants alright, but not to the benefit of the public. The same is true for the wireless phone industry. The beneficiaries have been the phone executives and the M&A law firms.

Anti-trust is that area of government that doesn’t get much attention until the American public begins reaping the results of its non-enforcement. That’s what’s happening right now, but the press has the attention span of a teenager, so don’t look for them to do their supposed constitutional due diligence.

Wednesday, May 4, 2022

The Strange Case of Abortion in the United States

It’s one thing to overturn Roe v. Wade. The decision’s author, the late Justice Harry Blackmun, was quoted as saying that it was bad law, but he didn’t care. He wanted abortion legal nationally. That’s the kind of Supreme Court over reach that ought never to happen.

The late Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg stated in a 1992 speech at New York University that Roe was bad law; abortion law should be left to the states, she said, and at most the Texas law in question should have been overturned. At the same time, I’ll bet she wouldn’t have voted to overturn Roe.

What Roe did was galvanize antiabortion people and organizations, who had not been united, into a powerful force — one much more focused on achieving their objective than the pro-abortion forces were on maintaining the status quo.

It appears that the overturning will usher in a brave new anti abortion world, a world much more restrictive, and bizarre, than the pre-Roe world. Where abortion might have been illegal before, but commonly performed, now it appears the abortion police will be watching. In many states it will be a world where government is much more concerned with, and aware of, the fetus. Perhaps we'll see fetus welfare police. They might go nicely with the voting police in Florida.

In Tennessee, any fetus conceived in the state will instantly be a citizen of that state. Accordingly, if a woman leaves the state to have an abortion, she will be a murderer, and can be so prosecuted. If a woman conceives during a one-night hotel stay in Memphis, her fetus will be a citizen of Tennessee, and she will be guilty of murder if she subsequently has an abortion in her home state. It’s not clear how this will be tracked, or how the Constitution’s Commerce Clause would pertain, though Congress has made a mockery of the Commerce Clause in the last sixty years, so presumably the Volunteer State has free play to pursue anyone it wishes.

And what of the Senators who voted to confirm certain ultra conservative justices, having asked them if they respected Roe as settled law? If they actually believed the responses they received, then they are just a great a set of fools as Susan Collins (R-ME) appears whenever she opens her mouth. The pro-choice forces had their chance, and on the weak backs, and weaker characters of Susan Collins and Claire McCaskill they failed, if ever they had a chance.

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Resting on a Knife Edge of Disaster

There is lots of Ukraine love right now. I have some myself. The Russian Army seems bogged down, but it has a generous inventory of missiles, and is determined to use them to turn the Ukrainian infrastructure into rubble. This missile campaign has minimal strategic or tactical utility, but the one bit of value it has is that there is little defense against it, and it satisfies the Russian rage at being kicked around like a rag doll by those stupid Ukrainians.

The Ukrainians may continue to resist, and even break the siege of their of their country thanks to western support, but if they do, a particular shadow will loom over them. Putin is furious with the United States for its support of that pesky non—country he is fighting to absorb, but he dares not strike back at us. As much as he may rail against the evil of the US, he know war with the US means the end. The end of his sitting in the antique chairs in the glorious Kremlin halls. The end of those hockey games where all the other players are afraid to defend against him, and he scores at will. The end of those billions he's extorted from the western companies that foolishly tried to do business in Russia. War between Russia and the US means the real end, so he can only make noise about that.

But Ukraine is something else. He has put every ounce of his prestige on the line over that, and made it a religious crusade, even if the Metropolitan of Moscow could only be persuaded to give it a luke—warm endorsement. Driven far enough into a corner, he may feel unconstrained about using nuclear weapons on Ukrainian soil to finally put the issue to bed before the West enters the conflict, making it impossible to resolve it in Russia's favor. He may consider that the world will not lose much sleep over nukes in Ukraine, as long as they stay in Ukraine, and their use may be a convenient threat to keep superior western military forces out.

There's no predicting the course of action of a desperate tyrant, but one ought to take care when considering the risks.

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

What Does Russia Mean by “it would be destruction of their country if Finland joins NATO?”

This question was circulated on the Quora site. I'm providing my ansewer here.

The very short answer is it means that Vladimir Putin is highly offended by the idea, but let’s look at the rationale.

1. Russia has had a troubled relationship with Finland. It was a Russian Grand Duchy in the 19th Century, and having once been under Russian dominance, Putin seems to think it should be there again (see also Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia - more on these later). In 1940, Stalin decided that big bad Finland, sitting as it did at the edge of the Karelian Isthmus, was a great threat to Leningrad, so he invaded Finland, where upon the Finns beat up the Russian Army badly. Eventually sheer Russian numbers overwhelmed the Finns in this Winter War, but it was an embarrassment to the Russians. The Finns hate the Russians (just ask a few Finns); Russia has sought to keep Finland neutral, in a state of unofficial subjugation.

2. Calling it “the destruction of their country” is an obvious and massive exaggeration, yet it’s precisely the type of propagandistic statement that Vladimir Putin loves to make. After all, he’s made a massive attack on Ukraine based on a bed of lies that keep coming.

3. It shows Russia’s sense of inadequacy. Since the failure of Russian democracy (with the rise of Putin), any historical event that tends to place democracy, freedom, or prosperity in closer proximity to Russia is a threat to Putin and his kleptocracy. The only way to do business in Russia is to do it through Putin and his associates. In theory one can do otherwise, but corporations have found that going around the Putin cabal results in ruinous tax bills.

4. Putin has officially stated that Russia has the right to dominate what he calls the near abroad. In this context Russian agents have been attacking Georgia, Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia with cyber warfare and locally generated fake news. He also chewed off a part of Georgia (South Ossetia).

5. So, the comment about Finland does not stand alone. It’s part of a larger Russian irredentist push. I believe that Putin feels confident about subverting or attacking neighboring countries because he sees his nuclear arsenal as a shield against retaliation, or even against significant assistance to his victims from the US. But if the US doesn’t push back, Ukraine will just be the start; Finland will be on the menu, and the Finns know it. Hence their push for a fast track to NATO membership.

6. Here’s a bit of irony. Just as Putin seeks to dominate adjacent countries, or in the case of Ukraine, suggest that they are really part of Russia, China has similar claims to parts of Russia’s far eastern areas. In 1969 the two countries fought a war in one border area. It concerned the then Soviet Union enough that it moved the strategic Baikal-Amur railway several hundred miles to the north of its previous location. The rumor is that, while Russia is occupied with Ukraine, China has intensified its trade and cross border relations with the disputed Russian territories. Perhaps Finland joining NATO isn’t the only threat Russia needs to watch.

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Our Very Own Truths

In his book “Truth: A History and a Guide for the Perplexed,” Felipe Fernandez-Armesto discusses the differing concepts of truth as seen by various cultures. Those of us reared in the West assume that truth and facts are immutable, but in some cultures this isn't so. Fernandez-Armesto argues that it was this adherence to a concrete concept of truth that enabled western civilization to dominate the world for so long. But we have entered a new age, where people in all cultures, including those in the West, look for truth, not for its immutability, but for its comfort. This change has been enabled by social media, where new online “experts” replace traditional credentialed experts. Government, always suspect, is now often the last place people will look for facts.

In most areas of the world, society has fragmented into carefully delineated political tribes which are earnestly seeking their own truths. They look upon those pedaling “actual” truth as fools or charlatans, often accusing them of pushing false information in pursuit of more and more academic grants, or socialism. Unfortunately, these accusations offer comfort to many in society who see some of the broad truths of our time, such as climate change, as designed to cheat ordinary people of their prosperity. Ironically, there may be something to this, as the beautiful people and ultra wealthy travel to conferences in their private jets to discuss how the future will involve “living smaller,” (for thee but not for me) if the example is any clue.

Whatever the facts may be, the fragmentation of knowledge is here to stay. The fight for legitimacy by knowledge peddlers in the public square, both authoritative nd pure liars, will continue, and the harm of false prophets will only increase.

Friday, April 15, 2022

The Edge of Yesterday and Bye, Bye Moskva

The world got hotter today, and riskier, as Russia told the United States: “Hands off Ukraine.” That is to say, Vladimir Putin said there will be grave consequences if the US continues to help Ukraine whip Russia’s butt. Let’s remember, at this point in time Putin is Russia. He’s furious at Ukraine for having no part in the sinking of the Russian Fleet Flagship Moskva (ex-Slava). Slava means glory — she garnered little of it in her long but undistinguished life.

Putin’s diplomatic lackey delivered a strong diplomatic note to the US State Department today implying that the western logistics pipeline to Ukraine would shortly be a target if it continued to flow arms to the upstart non-nation that refuses to roll over to his troops, air force, and ballistic missiles.

My advice to Joe Biden and those fools, Blinken and Sullivan, who are presumably advising him? Get a spine. Tell Putin that any attack on any US forces, wherever they may be located, is an act of war, including if they happen to be in the sovereign nation of Ukraine. Why? Because it’s finally time for Putin to not be the only one issuing threats in this operation. It’s not brinkmanship, it’s statesmanship If we continue to let a wider war frighten us, we'll gradually get one whether we like it or not.

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Close The United Nations

Turn that futile debating society into a park, and send those freeloading bureaucrats home. If there is a single worthless entity in this world, it is the United Nations. It has been worthless for years, but in the wake of Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, the full moral bankruptcy of the UN is on display. Six weeks ago, the current chair of the Security Council invaded a neighboring country on a pretext even thinner than that used by the United States to invade Iraq, and unlike the United States, Russia intends to absorb Ukraine as its very own. The fact that the UN is incapable of dealing with such a fundamental challenge to the peaceful international order portrays its complete uselessness.

Sure, Russia’s war crimes will be alleged for years, perhaps forever, given the epoxy that carefully lubricates the international legal system. But the evidence has been paraded before the world. It’s unreal only to Russia, where it is, in Soviet speak, a grave provocation, and in China and India, two of Russia cheer leaders.

If you’d like a cherry atop this morally bankrupt international cake, I present the UN Human Rights Council, where Human Rights are discussed by the likes of North Korea, Venezuela, China, and Somalia. Israel and Taiwan, two actual, not pretend democracies need not apply.

Thursday, March 24, 2022

The Strollers of Ukraine

The following was written by my wife, Rabbi Rose Lyn Jacob. It appears as her column in the Culpeper (Virginia) Star-Exponent on Friday, 25 March

We are four weeks into the Russian invasion of Ukraine initiated by Vladimir Putin. An estimated five to seven thousand Russian soldiers have died. Millions are displaced within Ukraine, without food, water, shelter or medical care. Cities have been bombed back to the stone age. An exodus of over four million Ukrainians has fled to neighboring countries, most escaping with only the shirts on their backs. And, as part of this parallel universe we are inhabiting, we are also only a few weeks shy of observing the Jewish Holiday of Passover which commemorates another exodus, that of the Israelites’ Exodus from Egypt. The Israelite’s also left in a hurry to escape the wrath of another enraged despot, Pharaoh.

The story of God’s redemption of the Israelites from bondage is told each year at a communal meal called the Seder, (the same communal meal known to Christians as “The Last Supper”). The narrative is told in great detail, through readings and song, of how we were slaves to Pharaoh and now we are free men and women. We tell of how God rescued us “with a strong hand and a mighty arm, with signs and with wonders,” including the ten terrible plagues set upon Egypt in an attempt to persuade Pharaoh to “Let My People Go!” It is a lively telling, with children actively involved. Jews are instructed to pass the story from generation to generation through our children, and our children’s children. The telling is brought vividly to life, and for just an evening, we, ourselves are transported to our collective past, as we conduct the Seder as if we, ourselves, were being brought out of Egypt.

God sent ten plagues to afflict the Egyptians. Among which were; Frogs, Locust, Cattle Disease, Boils. After each, Moses asked Pharaoh to “let my people go.” Pharaoh had every opportunity to stop the misery but didn’t relent until the tenth plague, Death of the First Born Egyptians, including the death of his own son.

The exodus from Ukraine we are now experiencing is on an unfathomable scale. We watch the news and see crumbled cities, the dead lying buried in the rubble, the lines of people walking, clutching their few belongings and their pets. Cars creep toward the border, and women and children wait desperately at the train station for a chance to leave.

Desperate to get out amid the bombardments and non-stop destruction, Ukrainian mothers are grabbing their strollers, their children, their pets, and a few plastic bags of food, and either driving or walking toward the border, abandoning their last few possessions along the way. If they are fortunate enough they will get a ticket for a departing train. To make room for just a few more mothers, a few more children, these women abandon their strollers on the platform. As the train departs the station, one can see a sea of strollers left behind.

But unknown to them, their plight is being watched in Poland and Germany by women who have their own children. Instinctively, these mothers have begun appearing at train station platforms on the receiving end. They have been bringing Hundreds and hundreds of baby strollers to be left on platforms for those arriving empty-handed in an unknown place. A basic maternal connection is made, and day after day, more strollers arrive. Video I’ve seen show these young Ukrainian mothers in tears, weeping at this compassionate gesture from one mother to another. A show of simple kind-heartedness and humanity to lift the spirit and acknowledge the pluck and bravery that was needed to evacuate at a moment’s notice.

The departure from Egypt took a great deal of courage and faith as well as self-confident leaders with vision, but it also took those who simply put one foot in front of the other, as God parted the waters. As we recall the Exodus story this Passover and Easter season, let us keep in our hearts this newest migration, the largest and fastest exodus in history. Bless them with courage, faith and leadership.

May God watch over these women and children and keep them safe. May God watch over their loved ones left behind, and give courage to those under siege. May we see a quick resolution to the fighting and, in the meantime, do all we can to act as God’s partners in providing for the needs of this afflicted nation.