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9/28/2021

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There Are Words For ‘Republicans.’
Why Won’t News Outlets Use Them?

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DEBATING with Mr. O about what to call Republicans, Phoebe visits the Big Chair and Newport's historic Redwood Library for inspiration. You decide if she found any.
“A LOT OF TIMES you see Republicans mentioned in the news, and there’s no swear word anywhere in the story,” Mr. O was saying the other day when the weather was still more summer than fall.
   “That makes sense,” I said as we lolled in the warm, still-green grass. “In general, when not quoting Trump directly, news organizations don’t allow profanity.”
   “Duh,” the opossum said, “I wasn’t born yesterday, although I don’t remember much about my childhood; there’s something vague about growing up in a pouch. It’s very fuzzy.”
   “The pouch or your memory?” I said.
   “Both, probably,” the marsupial said.
   “Well, back to vulgarities on the 6 o’clock news and the front page of the Post,” I said. “News people try to have some standards about language, and also, they try hard not to sound biased. In fact, that’s same code we try honor in our own blog; we mostly avoid the *^#$?!ing sewer.”
   “You know what I mean,” Mr. O said. “But considering the danger Republicans pose to American democracy, they can’t be treated as ... I’m looking for a word….”
   “Respectable?” I suggested.
   “That's the one,” Mr. O said. “Far too often, the media treats Republicans like they are a normal political party, part of our history, an important balancing force within our system of self-governance.”
   “Sounds a little pompous, even for a college-educated opossum,” I said. “But your point, overall, has a point.”
   “Thank you,” Mr. O said. “And I didn’t mean we should use the language of the gutter.”

I RAN INTO THE HOUSE and grabbed a copy of the New York Times, right from under the nose of The Grouchy One, who had it on the kitchen table, hours after breakfast should have ended.
   On the front page(it was actually yesterday’s paper, that’s how indolent Grouchy is) was a story about the national debt limit, so I briefly fell asleep dragging the paper into the backyard. The story was headlined:
Political Game
Increases Odds
of U.S. Default
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Neither Party Budges
on Debt-Limit vote

   “That’s exactly what’s wrong!” Mr. O bellowed. “The Times makes it seem like there are two major political parties in the United States, and they are having a polite debate over an important, if stupefying, aspect of public policy.”
   How would Mr. O have the Greatest Newspaper refer to Republicans, I wanted to know. And I singled out one paragraph from the Times story, since it included a not-so-subtle suggestion that the Republicans are hypocrites:  

Republicans in Congress have refused to help raise the nation’s debt limit, even though the need to borrow stems from the bipartisan practice of running large budget deficits.”
 
“Try this, instead,” Mr. O said:
     
Republicans in Congress, who refused to investigate the Jan. 6 attack on the Capitol that threatened their own lives, to say nothing of the 2020 election and democracy itself, now are weaponizing the debt limit procedure in their treasonous campaign to undermine the functioning of both the national government and the economy, as they continue their overall goal to create an authoritarian state.

   “Sounds a teensy-weensy loaded, maybe even ‘slanted,’” I said.
   “But it’s true,” Mr. O said.


“AREN’T YOU STEREOTYPING a group of people, objectifying them, labeling, and ultimately treating them as less than human?” I asked.
   “That’s not my intent,” Mr. O said. “In fact, Republicans are acting all too human, the part of being human that’s truly rotten.”
   “Here’s an example,” he continued. “Remember how badly President Joe Biden – a Democrat if memory serves – treated thousands of Haitians on the Texas border? Cruelly, he sent thousands to Haiti, the last place that could handle them. To say nothing of the photos of border agents on horseback, who looked like they were herding refugees, even whipping them with their reins.”

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CREDIT: Reuters
   “But Biden condemned the riders as ‘outrageous’ and promised an investigation,” I said. “And the President said that if their actions were as grotesque as the pictures depicted, ‘those people will pay.’”
   “Right,” Mr. O said. “Now, consider the Republican response, in the person of Texas Gov. Greg Abbott. He said if Biden fires the riders, he’ll hire them as Texas state officials.”

“WHAT HAS TO HAPPEN?” I asked Mr. O.
   “For starters, you treat Republicans not like they used to be before but like the Trump cultists they’ve become, the same way you refer to any universally accepted horrible thing – for example, like a hurricane.”
   “Republicans are a weather system?” I said.
   “A hurricane is not an ordinary meteorological event,” Mr. O said.  “It’s a threat to every creature and every habitat; it’s a terrible, terrifying disaster; it’s deadly, it’s destructive; there’s no such thing as a ‘nice,’ ‘normal,’ ‘okay,’ or ‘routine’ hurricane.”
   “In other words,” I said, “there are some things that are simply bad, no questions asked. Like a disease, a serial killer; like a wildfire;  a flood; like the Depression, the Mafia; like the Klan, the Khmer Rouge.”
   “Like Republicans,” Mr. O said.

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Sept. 17, 2021

9/17/2021

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WE'RE BACK.
AND WISH WE WEREN'T

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"I'VE BEEN THINKING about you," I said. “Where have you been?”
   “Here and there and nowhere,” growled the opossum, who was my one-time writing partner.
   Mr. O, as I call him, was balanced on the top edge of our backyard wooden fence, a precarious perch that was not necessarily his first choice of a resting spot.
   In fact, he had just been pursued across the backyard and up the fence by none other than me. I’d been on my final backyard visit for the evening and, sensing an unknown creature, given chase.
   So here he was, caught in the glare of LED flashlight held by The Grouchy One, frozen in silhouette, either out of habit or lack of alternatives, staring straight ahead.

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IT WAS OUR first “meeting” since Joe Biden won the presidency last November, a miracle that made unnecessary further publication of the “Tracking Trump” blog, on which we had collaborated during some of the country’s darkest years.
   We hadn’t deliberately stopped writing; continuing just seemed beside the point, now that Biden was safely on his way to the White House, not that our blog had anything to do with that.
   Strangely, Mr. O and I never even said goodbye. The opossum seemed just to fade into outdoors as mysteriously as he had appeared one day in our backyard; and later, we’d discovered a shared interest in politics.
    And until now, we had made no attempt to stay in touch. No cards – actually, I was the only one with a known street address at the home in Newport, R.I., I share with my Humans,  The Nice One and The Grouchy One – but neither of us had lifted a claw to send an email or text.
   I’d often wondered why we ignored each other after such an intense collaboration in which we, like so many Americans and even those in other countries, had tried to fathom how a fiend like Donald Trump had ascended to the most powerful office in the world, then promptly set about tearing apart his country’s sacred institutions and customs.
   Perhaps our professional relationship, forged not in friendship, but out of desperation and fear, had been so consuming that when it seemed like the danger had passed, the mere sight of each other brought back the terror of those awful times.

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BUT THE NIGHTMARE, as you know as well as we do, never ended; in fact, it’s even darker and more terrifying.
   More than 74 million people voted for Trump, just 7 million less than the 81 million for Biden, despite four awful years in which Trump had conclusively proven that he was unfit to lead, and, indeed, was more destructive to our democracy than any foreign enemy.
   Nearly half of our fellow citizens embraced Trump; his influence in 2021 seems deeper and more destructive than when he took office in 2017, having transformed the GOP into something that resembles a terrorist organization more than a normal political party.
   Republicans apologized, ignored, lied about and sometimes supported the Jan. 6 attack on the Capitol that nearly cost Trump’s own vice president, as well as GOP and other lawmakers, their lives. Republican-dominated state houses since the election have passed laws to weaken voting rights and vote-counting procedures, which had allowed the country to overcome Trump’s Big Lie that he’d won.

SO, REPUBLICANS HAVE emerged as a homicidal force that extended the Covid 19 pandemic not just within their own states, but placed the entire nation at risk by fighting vaccination and mask-wearing steps that can the spread of virus variants.
   Just two states, Texas and Florida, now account for one-third of all daily Covid deaths in the country, as their governors, Greg Abbott, in Texas, and Ron DeSantis in Florida, war against their own school districts and communities that have tried to establish safety protocols.
   The nation is averaging 1,969 Covid deaths a day, with Texas accounting for 297 of these, and Florida, 363;according to today's New York Times compilations. And yet there are no Wanted for Murder posters on telephone poles and Post Office bulletin boards for Abbott and DeSantis.
    President Biden (how good this still sounds) today continued to call out both murderous leaders, according to the Washington Post:
  “The governors of Florida and Texas are doing everything they can to undermine the lifesaving requirements that I proposed,” Biden said at the White House.
   The Post noted also that attorneys general in 24 Republican states said they would do everything they could to block Biden's recent moves to promote mask wearing and vaccinations. Essentially, pledging to promote illness and death.

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I WONDERED whether Mr. O’s reappearance in our backyard recently was a coincidence or an acknowledgment that, sadly, our work is not over.
   As we discussed getting the blog going again, Mr. O wouldn’t say why he returned or even if he’d really gone away. But wearily, he agreed that we couldn’t just ignore the peril that threatens the country.
   Whether an aging, but “sweet” dog or an opossum, with a cute face and an ugly tail, should be taken seriously in discussing these matters is a fair question.
   But doing nothing is not an answer.

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    A "sweet dog" and a smart opossum consider a nation at risk.

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    PHOEBE, a "sweet dog" who came to Rhode Island in 2010 as a stray puppy from Missouri, was a political agnostic until Trump's catastrophic election. She tracked his presidency in a blog, which she decided to resurrect it this year  when it became obvious that Republicans are committed to Trump's destructive policies
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    MR. O, an opossum, showed up in Phoebe's backyard somewhat mysteriously. He turned out to have genuine insight into political matters, and he agreed to assume co-author duties of the blog after Phoebe's previous writing partner, Cat, a cat, died.
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