In an effort to immunize myself from the events in Washington DC, I am hoping that launching an investigation into my own life will emerge with a greater sense of reality and authenticity.
I am sorry, one grotesque moment in this afternoon Thursday proceedings, that caused me immediately to shut down the TV news, was catching view of this quintessential Republican buzzard, Louis Buller Gohmert, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back in disgust, as he characterized today’s Democratic Impeachment event as SURREAL. Imagine, this rabid Texan blowhard is a climate denier, an abortion and LGBT rights opponent, proponent of arming school teachers and during the last Government Shutdown stated that Trump should keep it closed “till hell freezes over.” Imagine this man defending Donald Trump, ‘corruption incarnate’, as being a Ukraine corruption fighter when withholding military aid to Volodymyr Zelensky. Don’t, btw, think that the $400 million is a beneficent Military Aid Grant. It may have been voted on through congress but is managed through Foreign Military Financing FMF. It is mostly commerce not grants nor aid. It is military hardware for sale on terms. By contrast, the EU, European Union Aid, is four times the dollar value of the US, and is financial aid, part loan, part grant, part developmental investments. And 9 times out of 10, the American Military Aid that runs to $15 billion annually, is to support dictatorships and or the wealthy ruling class in order to control social protest, the working class. Capitalist Democracy at work is exploitative.
I asked myself: “Would you describe yourself as a bachelor? Are you a solitary man with few friends and rarer lovers?” What’s the synonym for bachelor? Single man. What’s a female single? Bacheloress or bachelorette or spinster. Well, you might imagine that a man such as myself, who has lived on this planet for eighty-six years, can hardly be described simply as a bachelor. I’ve been married 1955-1960. I am a common-law husband 1964-2020. And, much to my surprise, I can almost count the romantic partners in my life on two hands, no – four hands. I used to think it was two but during the last six months, and continued for the next six months, I am and will be upgrading 15 journal books that cover biographically my life from 1983-2000, and I am repeatedly surprised to learn about that woman and this one and that one intermittently emerging with a passionate presence in my journal narratives. Some might even call me a Don Juan. I don’t. Several women have leveled that objection to me when I’m maneuvering my way into their lives. I may have been tempted to feel flattered but always thought it ridiculous and quite uncharacteristic of me, at least in the way I experience myself. I see myself as an introvert. A solitary male who occasionally makes a connection with others that more often than not, sputter out, but do apparently also sometimes develop into a romance that does endure one month, six months, many one year ones, several two year ones, one five year and one nine year, and the near sixty year quasi-romance with the mother of our children, the grandmother of our grandchildren, and the great grandmother of our two five year-old girls.
[Wikipedia on History of Bachelor or Single: Bachelors have been subject to penal laws in many countries, most notably in Ancient Sparta and Rome. At Sparta, men unmarried after a certain age were subject to various penalties. They were forbidden to watch women’s gymnastics; during the winter, they were made to march naked through the agora singing a song about dishonor, and they were not provided with the traditional respect due to the elderly. Some Ancient Athenian laws were similar. Bachelors in Ancient Rome fell under the Lex Julia of 18 BC and Lex Papia Poppaea of 9 AD. These laws lay heavy fines on unmarried or childless people while providing certain privileges to those with several children. In pre-Victorian Britain there was the 1785 Tax on Servants and the 1798 Income Tax containing penalties leveled at childless unmarried males.]