There is light at the end of the tunnel.

My blogging is on life support. It continues to be in a state of constipation as I posted on 11/2/2014. Not even the results of the mid-term elections were enough to scare the shit out of me. Dare I resort to Draino? Maybe facing reality will get things going. After all there has been no clamoring from my readership for my musings. Lets face it - if I were blogging to capture the attention of an audience, I would have given up long ago. I'm much too lazy to dream up all the gimmicks which will earn a following. My blogging mainly serves my pleasure or should I say ego. I like trying to articulate my thoughts. Trying to be innovative in what I post is the cause of my blogging constipation. That is not so bad. Being innovative is a challenge that I accept, no matter how sparse my blogging becomes.

Now that I've had this conversation with myself it is time to get to work. Work? Hell, I'm retired. If I have to come out of retirement to resume blogging I'm in trouble. After all this is supposed to be fun.

And fun it has been, writing this post. I can see some light at the end of the tunnel. If I have something worth posting, I'm sure I'll get the urge.


Pardon The Constipation

Last published October,13,2014! WOW! What's going on? My blog is in a state of limbo.  One might conclude that I don't give a shit about blogging. "Musings From Tony's Keyboard" may be suffering from constipation. Taking some time off was meant to be the laxative to get posts flowing again. Bad prescription. I'm trying like hell but my creativity just won't break loose. An enema is in order, but I'll wait until after the midterm elections. From what I'm reading the Republicans stand a good chance of taking over the Senate. If that proves to be the case, it is bound to scare the shit out of me.


Happy Indigenous People's Day????

Happy "Indigenous People Day"! Today some of us will choose to honor Christoforo Colombo. The Seattle, Washington City Council has chosen instead to honor Native-Americans. The implication is that Columbus was responsible for the genocide carried out by our forefathers. Columbus opened up a new world. He did not settle it. The trespassers from the old world chose to make the new world theirs, even at the cost of decimating the people indigenous to the land. I wonder why Seattle did not choose Thanksgiving Day as Indigenous People Day. The hypocrisy associated with the First Thanksgiving would have fit that of celebrating a Indigenous People Day. I wonder when we will sack some traditional holiday in favor of a day honoring Black-Americans who suffered at least as much oppression as Native-Americans. Oh yes, we have Martin Luther King Day. Give Dr. King credit. He did not usurp a traditional holiday although he had every right to do so.


Musings by any other name smell the same

To muse is to meditate. To meditate is to think contemplatively. To think contemplatively is to think studiously. To think studiously is to think painstakingly. To think painstakingly is to think diligently. My posts are not the result of diligent, painstaking, studious, contemplative meditation. It follows therefore that the title of this blog is a misnomer. Choosing "musings" as part of the title could be considered an abuse of poetic license. More importantly, only a muse under the influence of booze would use  "Museful"' as a pseudonym. Be that as it may, as an old codger I have paid my dues and claim the privilege of age if not that of a sage. Change the title? After some painstaking contemplation it became apparent that musings by any other name would smell the same.


One size does not fit all

Every time I hear an American politician expound on how exporting democracy to all corners of the world will result in Utopia, I grimace. Its like saying one size fits all is the way to go, regardless of how ridiculous the suit looks. The terrible rise of ISIS in the Middle East makes our attempts at nation building the laughing stock in the Islamic world.

In an essay for the Washington Post on 9/4, "Why they still hate us, 13 years later", Farreed Zakeria hits the nail on the head. His last two paragraphs leaves much food for thought.

"What did I miss in that essay 13 years ago? The fragility of these countries. I didn’t recognize that if the dictatorships faltered, the state could collapse, and that beneath the state there was no civil society — nor, in fact, a real nation. Once chaos reigned across the Middle East, people reached not for their national identities — Iraqi, Syrian — but for much older ones: Shiite, Sunni, Kurd and Arab.
I should have paid greater attention to my mentor in graduate school, Samuel Huntington, who once explained that Americans never recognize that, in the developing world, the key is not the kind of government — communist, capitalist, democratic, dictatorial — but the degree of government. That absence of government is what we are watching these days, from Libya to Iraq to Syria."

No one likes a dictator but if the alternative is chaos and beheadings it is a tolerable choice.  In tailoring our foreign policy it is well to remember that one size does not fit all.