Entitlement, Thy Name Is Kavanaugh

SCOTUS Nominee Brett Kavanaugh

If Brett Kavanaugh had actually answered questions, I would be more inclined to listen to what he had to say. But he yelled, pulled faces, and prevaricated.The director in me wanted to know who coached this guy. No one goes through that range of emotions unless they're in improv class. The more he ranted, the less I believed him...that's a mother of sons talking. I recognized those sounds as the same kind that came out of 8-year old mouths. If Ziggy were alive, he woulda wanted to take out the ol' truth'o'meter and make Kavanaugh grab the ends. The director in me would not have hired him as a actor. Too unpredictable. Too capricious. Too cocky...and not in a good way. He just doesn't listen or take direction well. Someone needs to talk him off the stage. Fast.

There were some pretty scary things that have come out in the last few weeks about this guy. And I don't mean his sexual history, either. There were things he said that were overtly untrue. Statements that were easily proven to be false. Add to that his political partiality as demonstrated during his tenure with Ken Starr's prosecution of Clinton's impeachment, and this time in the Bush II White House and suddenly you really don't have evidence of a man who has the temperament to sit on the bench of the highest court of the land to render fair and impartial justice. There is more than just a sense of a closed mind coming from this guy; there was something else I could put name to.

The American Bar Association, in reviewing their qualification rating, published a report that downgraded him from Well Qualified to Qualified. Here's the link to the document. Read it; it's worth the time to see what his colleagues and peers have to say about this guy. The word sanctimonious, came up...and suddenly I had a toehold in understanding at least some of my objection to the guy.

There was a hint of what was to come during the first confirmation hearings, an underlying belligerence bubbling right below the surface, as if he could not understand why he was being subjected to what was tantamount to a job interview for a job that was already his. He didn't get the part about how his answers might make or break this entitlement. Without realizing it, he set the stage for his incredibly bad behavior during the questioning by Rachel Mitchell. No, he behaved as if the decision was already made and he was entitled to this promotion. The anger, the venom, vituperative snarling at questioners all made for great TV drama, but did nothing to convince a whole lotta people this guy is fit for the job. If the display of anger won't disqualify him automatically from SCOTUS, his lies most certainly should. 

One relatively minor lie stands out for me, as if it's a dog-whistle to look for other inconsistencies, and that was the line about getting into Yale. At the Judiciary Committee hearing last week, he stated: 

I have no connections there. I got there by busting my tail.

Except his grandfather, Edward Everett Kavanaugh attended Yale. In 2011, the New York Times did a story about this practice:

Admissions offices have long defended legacy consideration as merely a tiebreaker among equally high-qualified applicants. But among legacy applicants for Princeton’s class of 2015, 33 percent of those offered a spot were the children of alumni. Harvard generally admits 30 percent, and Yale says it admits 20 percent to 25 percent. For all three, the overall rate is in the single digits.

No one is discounting the idea that he had the smarts for Yale, but he had to know his grandfather was an alum, and so did Yale. Why lie about it? Did he think it would be overlooked and/or ignored? Such a simple, little fib...but it speaks volumes for the man's character.

#15 James Buchanan

#29 Warren G. Harding

Character. That's the whole shebang in a nutshell, isn't it? Leaders are supposed to be leaders because they display character. We like to delude ourselves into thinking all our past presidents were men of character, of high moral standing, of ethics, and of inner fortitude. That's the stuff that's supposed to distinguish a leader from a follower. Theoretically. But it's not always true. One can look to pro-slavery President James Buchanan who practically laid the groundwork for the Civil War while believing the SCOTUS ruling on Dred Scott would resolve the issue once and for all.  Or more recently, Warren Harding whose administration owned the Teapot Dome Scandal. 

Not exactly guys we look up to these days for some pretty obvious reason.

Which means that if you have an administration with questionable morals and ethics, you need a Supreme Court with an abundance of them to keep the administration from running off the rails. Hiring a guy for a job that is a job-for-life who displays that kind of terrifying anger proves unequivocally he is not the guy for this job. 

If you do not know where your elected officials sit on the issue of confirming Kavanaugh, please find out. As a voter, your voice counts at this juncture. If you want him in that seat, tell your congress persons. If not use the power of your constituent status to let her/him know how you feel. 

The power of millions of angry women has been awakened. Ignore us at your own peril.

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

Scenery occasionally needs changing, just like a dirty diaper.

May It Be A Sukkot Of Kindness, Beauty, and Peace

The shul sukkah with Chef Nataliya

This  is another abbreviated episode, on accounta it's still Jewish holiday season and the next round begins at sundown: Sukkot. That's the one where we build little booths with thatched roofs. We're supposed to live in them, but these days, you take your meals in the sukkah when possible. 

The first year I was doing this blog thingee, I wrote  a pretty good piece explaining the holiday and some of the traditions. I'm not going to cut and paste, but here's the link: Exalted Guests....or WWJT: What would Jefferson Think? The tradition of inviting Ushpizin,  exalted guests, into one's sukkah, is really a magical tradition and one that I somehow manage to ponder anew every year. Who would I want to talk to this time? What questions would I want to ask? What questions would my guest have? And, being I can't help myself, what would I cook?  This year's guest list is tough. I have no idea who should sit at that table, who I want to have sit at that table. 

Artists. Architects. Musicians. Thinkers. NO POLITICS!

I am sick to death of politics and want none of that discussion at my table. I'm seriously tired of the garbage news, and the hate-speech that seems to be permanently attached to those mouths. I'm tired of vetting news stories. I'm tired of thinking, "Oh, that cannot possibly be true," only to find out it's not only is the story true but people are actually believing this crap they're reporting on in the first place. And no matter what I think, this crap spills into everyday conversation like so many toilet paper ads: really gross yet inevitable. 

Yes, folks, the moon is made of green cheese, and there is no such thing as global warming. And yes, all the Democrats are out there coming for all your guns. Shazaaam! You found us out! Happy now? Yes, it's your very own personal, constitutionally guaranteed right to read whatever baloney you wanna read and believe whatever you wanna believe. Yup. You've got the right to do just that. You've got the right to believe coal will come back, the seas won't  rise as the ice caps melt, the world really is flat, and that Spain shares a border with the Sahara Desert. That does not mean the rest of us have to agree. 

During this week of Sukkot, I am going to focus on art, music, beauty, and how we treat our world. I will be adventuring with Little Miss both this Monday and Tuesday, as well as next Monday and Tuesday. We will go to shul in the morning, eat lunch in the sukkah, and then have an afternoon adventure, just like I used to have with her dad, her uncle, and their cousins and friends. We will go to Como Zoo one day, weather permitting, and the science museum (where a friend of Uncle Senior Son is an exhibit builder and will take us behind the scenes) on the other. Someone wants another visit to the Art Institute next week, and at least one park...maybe even Hyland Park...if the weather is fine. But whatever Little Miss and I decide to do, there will be talk of autumn, of harvest, of Sukkot, and what we do to heal the world.  

She may be 3-not-quite-4, but she has a pretty good grasp on what is kind, what is needed, and stuff we can do together to make things better. She'll be a good one to invite as one of the Ushpizin; she's already got an opinion and it's worth hearing. 

I want Little Miss to see kindness in action, the beauty of both the creative world and the natural world, and to experience the peace that comes with the transcendence of sacred time. 

I'll let you know how it goes. 

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

Ushpizin should be people you want to listen to.

Choose wisely.

Iron Your Own Wrinkles

Here we are, the night before the night before Yom Kippur. Old family tradition requires that I freak out right about now because I know I've forgotten to do something, get something, iron something. Because it's just me, anything I've forgotten to do can wait, something I forgot to pick up at the store I probably won't need because Yom Kippur is truly a fast. But the ironing.......

Okay, I still have stuff to iron before I hit the sack tonight, but that was kinda planned because I'm on the last load of laundry at the moment.

Yes, folks, I iron shirts. And skirts. And handkerchiefs. And pillow cases. Yeah, I'm a throwback to another age, but if you must know, I secretly enjoy the chore. It has, in some ways, replaced the zen of lawn mowing, something I really do miss. Ironing is like that. It  begins with wrinkly chaos, has a middle that shows improvement, and ends with very crisp, very tidy stuff. It's mindless, yet not mindless. It's cathartic; when I'm done, I know I have accomplished something tangible. 

If only I could iron out the wrinkles in my own life. 

But that's kinda what Yom Kippur is for. Smoothing the wrinkles requires admitting they are there.  Kol Nidre requires a look back at the life one has lived. On the eve of Yom Kippur, before the official start of the holy day, one is expected to have come to final review of one's year. We can ask forgiveness for sins between one's self and G-d, but not for sins committed between people. So if I dope-slapped my bro while he was here last week, I would have to ask his forgiveness. Forgiving me for dope-slapping the guy is not Her department. 

My prayers tucked into the Kotel last October

Which is an interesting concept if you think about it. In this version of confessing, you are not off the hook for bad behavior with a couple of al-chet verses and a bit of chest-pounding. Nope. You own you own actions and it's your own job to clear your own slate. If you want absolution, you have to work for it. No one can do it for you. Talk about a cathartic exercise! However...

Even if you manage to get absolution from everyone, there remains a caveat: one must strive not to repeat the errors. That can be hard. That takes a different kind of work, but if you know where you went wrong, why not try to avoid the same pitfalls?

With the midterm elections moving closer everyday, this may be a good time to reflect on the vote you will cast in November. If the candidate you currently support mirrors your philosophy on a wide range of subjects, and you agree with the platform-stated policies, then your vote is easily decided. But, if you look at your candidate's positions only to find there is a burgeoning gap between the beliefs and philosophies you share, it might be time to shop for a new candidate. Whether you are Republican or Democrat, Libertarian or Independent doesn't matter. Your party membership doesn't matter. What does matter is that you take a moment for introspection, Jewish or not, observing Yom Kippur or not, to consider the magnitude of your vote this particular year. EVERY vote is going to count in this very contentious midterm election. 

For those who observe, have an easy fast.  And to all, 

גמר חתימה טובה 

G'mar chatima tova -  

May you be inscribed in the Book of Life for a good year.

Welcoming 5779...and Hoping For The Best

Rosh ha'Shannah starts at sundown on Sunday no matter where in the world you are. And like many Jewish women, I am wearing my Jewish matriarch hat and I'm having a heck of a time keeping it from slipping over my eyes.  Like most Jewish holy days, this one requires cooking and preparation, even if I'm not hosting dinner either night. There are honey cakes to be made, Mam's special brownies to prepare, not to mention my Big Bro is coming in. There's lots to get done before we go join the Junior Son, Mrs. Junior Son, Little Miss and Young Sir, along with the assorted friends and relatives, to welcome the new year, 5779.

For two days, we get to consider where we've been this year, and where we want to go next year...and I don't mean Florence. This is about the inside, figuring out what's important not just to you, and not just within the space of your immediate world, but beyond that, the greater world. 

Right now, I'm working on that answer for me. It's never easy, and I never get the same answers two years in a row. No matter what the latest answer turns out to be, however, I know it is reached carefully and thoughtfully. 

When I started this blog, I never envisioned something that was read regularly in Russia, the Ukraine, Iran, and China...all places that show up on my audience list. Sure, I think some of them are door-knockers, but based on the emails I get, I don't think it's all trash hits. I never envisioned some teacher in Kiev writing to tell me he uses the blog regularly in his English class. Or my regular correspondent in the Netherlands who has taught me so much about her country...and her garden. Or the university student in China who wrote to tell me that my observations gave him great relief that he and his classmates were not the only ones criticizing elected officials who are silent in the face of their constituency. As Kohelet says in Ecclesiastes, "There is nothing new under the sun."

With those comments comes a sense of responsibility to my readers that I come up with something worthwhile each week, and that ain't easy. I don't always succeed, but each time I sit down at my desk, it's with the desire to say something that will reach someone and be meaningful to that one person. 

We, the People are locked in a battle for the very future of our republic. I have used the blog to talk about politics, social issues, and ethics...things that are all too often diametrically opposed. To that end, I have volunteered my services as a writer to a congressional campaign. I endeavor to get the message out. And it looks like one message has gotten some attention. I have been interviewed for a liberal-leaning advocacy group who will remain nameless for the moment, and they are coming to my little town on Thursday to do a video story with me. I have no idea what that means exactly, but not to worry; I'll let you know when I know where it will be seen and when. 

As I begin the introspective work of the Yamim Nora'im, the Days of Awe, I can only hope that I've done some good this past year, and I hold dear the idea that working toward a renewed and refreshed Congress of the United States will be successful for all of We, the People. 

For those who get the lingo: לשנה טבה תכתבו

May you all be inscribed in the Book of Life for a happy, healthy new year. 

The Right Of The People To Keep And Bear Tote Bags

I got to thinking about Labor Day as I was watching the funeral of Senator McCain. It was when the 8 members of the Armed Forces carried his casket into the cathedral. They moved as one:  graceful, gentle, and with sad purpose. It was the image of these 8 men from different parts of our military that made me wonder why the rest of  our government doesn’t work that way.

Work. The great equalizer in this nation that came to be because we were tossing off the yoke of an aristocracy. No more lords and ladies, titles and entitlements. Just people who worked hard to build a country from scratch. It wasn’t perfect, and parts of it were terribly wrong. Treatment of the aboriginal population was horrendous and evil. Slavery was horrendous and evil. There have been no real reparations, nothing that can ever fully make up for the rape and pillage of those populations. We take baby steps, but it's a long, slow, arduous process that continues to repress and suppress their progress as citizens of this country. Well, almost citizens. Many aboriginal groups remain in status limbo, their tribal affiliations remain contested. 

Labor Day started as a way to openly protest the treatment of workers. That concept was spearheaded by unionists and labor movement organizers. But I don't want to write a history of the labor movement, a cause near and dear to my maternal family's heart. I have enough trouble understanding how voters in some of the poorest regions in this country can continue to support a man who considers them little more than squashable bugs.

The whole point of Labor Day was to recognize the workers who were in danger of being abused by employers. The unions and the labor movement changed the way workers work forever. YOU benefit from that movement if you have paid holidays, vacation days, health insurance, or retirement benefits. Whether you're an hourly or a salaried worker, the people who stood on those picket lines have changed your life. If, on Labor Day, a day that was to marked with a morning parade followed by an afternoon picnic, the only thing you can think of is the mattress sale at Bob's Beds, you've missed the point. Go straight to Google, do not pass go, do not collect $200.00. Look up what you don't know, and say thank you to those who came before you so you can go to the sale at Bob's. 

There was no parade in my town, nor were there picnics because it kept raining. Instead, I read up on Labor Day, how it came to be, and how we no longer partake in those traditional events. Our society doesn't view a day off as time for reflection, however I chose to do a little digging on opposition commentary. I was really looking for two things: threats of violence from either side, and warnings for the post-midterm results. What I found was terrifying. 

From the right, I saw calls-to-arms, instructions on how to become a better sniper, how to mobilize if a Democrat unseats your Republican incumbent. The word "Antifa" is bandied about as if it described some far left-wing DNC cabal when it's clear to anyone who knows how to google anything that that is not the case at all. But that's not good enough for those on the far right who, instead, march with tiki-torches, cross-body bandoliers, and semi-automatic weapons down city streets. I think Bette Midler said it best: 

Doodle by illustrator Nancy Carlson

It is far easier for the devotees of the Cult of 45 to assign that level of nonsense to Democrats, than to recognize the increasing number of steps toward mid-20th century European style fascism. You cannot read about presidential economic adviser Larry Kudlow admitting his office is "taking a look" at whether or not Google should be regulated by the government, and, if so, how to best go about doing it. Sounds more like Ping than Putin, but hey! Any dictator in a storm. 

And for the record, just so you know, inflation is running at 2.9%, basically wiping out any improvement in take-home pay from the tax cuts. Added to that the refusal to sign the 2.1% pay increase for federal employees means that rather large sector just lost more ground. But it's okay. The president can still afford to play golf.

On a different note, this is the week before Rosh ha'Shannah, and my thoughts are already turned inward to my personal year-in-review. The first night is next Sunday, so there may not be a blog on Monday unless I get one out early Sunday afternoon. After that, it's family time. There will be plenty of sweet, round challot, apples, and local honey. 

To those who observe, L'shana Tovah tikatavu. To those who do not, a sweet and happy New Year, anyway. May this coming year be one of healing for our nation. 

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

Jewish or not, take a moment to notice where you stand.

Are you where you want to be?

Redemption or the Swamp: Your Choice

Once upon a time, Ziggy and I were John McCain fans. We were amazed when the GOP nominated him in 2008. Of course that amazement turned to out-and-out despair when the wheels came off his running mate. We wondered how she could have passed vetting and why they didn't put an end to her wackiness before it completely derailed his campaign. And, in the end, much of his credibility. To be sure, he rallied in the Senate, but the damage was done. And it was the canary in our current coal mine.

That said, he was a honorable man, a man of deep convictions and strength of character. He served his country without hesitation from entry into a service academy to the halls of Congress. When he was released from Hanoi, he never stepped away from his core commitment to public service. I think President Obama expressed it best in this tweet:

John McCain and I were members of different generations, came from completely different backgrounds, and competed at the highest level of politics. But we shared, for all our differences, a fidelity to something higher – the ideals for which generations of Americans and immigrants alike have fought, marched, and sacrificed. We saw our political battles, even, as a privilege, something noble, an opportunity to serve as stewards of those high ideals at home, and to advance them around the world. We saw this country as a place where anything is possible – and citizenship as our patriotic obligation to endure it forever remains that way.

Few of us have been tested the way John once was, or required to show the kind of courage that he did. But all of us can aspire to the courage to put the greater good above our own. At John’s best, he showed us what that means. And for that, we are all in his debt.

Of course, 45 was equally elegant:

Apparently our feckless leader nixed a more eloquent statement from the White House. But that's okay. Whatever. We won't even talk about his press conference refusal to acknowledge the Senator's passing nor the refusal to keep flags at half-staff until the funeral which is consistent with US traditions regarding half-staff, until the outrage reached a fevered pitch and our gracious president relented on both accounts. 

So here's the takeaway from this latest tempest in a teapot: there is none. There is nothing this exchange has told We, the People what we didn't already know. So here's a Muppet News Flash to all you GOP supporters and devotees of your commander-in-chief: your guy just dissed a genuine war hero, the kind you all say you admire for courage under fire, and you all think it's okay because....well....because.....oh, you fill in the blank. I have no idea why some of you continue to support this joke. No matter this guy may or may not accomplished, he will be remembered as a classless troglodyte who, with the help of his ignorant cadre, did more to damage the planet than any single person in history. But that's okay. You like it because he says it like it is: lie after lie after lie. 

On an even more uplifting note, I went to a preview of OPERATION FINALE, the movie about the removal of Adolph Eichmann from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Israel. Much of the movie is pretty close to fact. The part about Eichmann refusing to sign the document allowing them to take him to Israel really didn't happen that way; he signed with little pressure. From everything I just read, they held Eichmann for 10 days in the safe house and they got him out pretty easily on an El Al plane. I remember watching parts of the trial on television. I was 9, but it was riveting even for me. I knew I was watching history being made. 

Which brings me to my last questionable note for the night: Some guy walked into video game contest in Florida and shot up the place, killing two and then put the gun to his own head. He was white, but his name is David Katz. Let's see how long until this sets off its own open-season for antisemitism. Dog whistle stuff. Oh, wait; those tweets and posts are already out there. Just google David Katz Jew. Scroll past the Jewish press news...and you'll see it. Just make sure you have a barf bag handy. 

We are not that far away from the Final Solution for the Jews of Europe, and we are not that far away from blatant antisemitism in this country. All the news this week just points out that it may not be on the surface, but it ain't that far below it, either. 

Yes, the midterms are coming. They will illuminate much of our current political conundrum. In fact, there will be one of two outcomes: 

1. either we have changed direction and are on the road to redemption, or
2. we have driven deeper into the swamp.

Take your pick; right now, it's a toss-up.

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

Pay attention to your local elections...these are not junior high offices,

The people you vote in are the first line of governance.

They are the your voice in your town, your county, and your state house. 

Bobble Heads: Collect the Whole Set ...At Your Own Peril

First, a little catch-up business. 

If you are one of the many readers who have sent comments over the course of the last few months and have either had trouble sending them through, or never saw them posted, my sincerest apologies. It would seem comments were not routing correctly and I was not seeing them at all. I thought no one cared. Au contraire! Well over a hundred comments flooded my in box on Friday, magically appearing with a simple email from Blogger: 

You have been invited to receive email notifications at xxxxxxx@gmail.com when comments on blog The Wifely Person Speaks need to be moderated.  

Please click the Subscribe link below to accept this invitation. If you don’t want these email notifications, you can just ignore this message, or click the Decline link below. 

I checked, and this setting has never been changed on Blogger, and I have no idea why they stopped sending me notices, much less putting the comments in the WAITING FOR APPROVAL folder on my dashboard. But all the comments have been read, sorted, and posted to the right episode. So, if for any reason you stopped writing, please resume. 

For my next trick, I want to know if anyone else suspects the Canada-Saudi Arabia kerfuffle is somehow related to our 45th president. 

The original tweet condemning the Saudi government for the arrest and detention of Samar Badawi, sister of human rights activist and also Saudi prisoner Raif Badawi, was no more radical than any of the other global tweets condemning Saudi Arabian human rights abuses:

Canada is gravely concerned about additional arrests of civil society and women’s rights activists in Saudi Arabia, including Samar Badawi.

We urge the Saudi authorities to immediately release them and all other peaceful human rights activists.

There were a number of responding tweets, but this, with theme and variation,is my personal favorite:

In Saudi Arabia we feel worried about Canada committing cultural genocide against Indigenous people. We also support the right of Quebec to become an independent nation.

The resulting hissy-fit saw the Canadian ambassador expelled from Saudi Arabia, and all Saudi students studying in Canada have been called home. Really? Who are you punishing?

Working on a reservation to Riyadh with one of my clients today, I asked how excited he was to be going back to Saudi Arabia for the first time in over a year. Knowing how much he enjoyed the last sojourn, I was taken aback by his answer:

Not real excited. I'm really Canadian. My wife is US born, and I have dual citizenship. These days, I've been flying internationally on my Canadian passport, but not this trip. So check to make sure it doesn't show up in the record. 

We had had this conversation once before, and I remembered him saying it didn't' matter which one he used. This time, however, being Canadian would've barred him from travel to Riyadh. Without my asking, he added:

This whole thing is a pretty stupid over-reaction. I don't get it. I wanna know who's driving this bus.

Ralph Kramden

It ain't Ralph Kramden, that's fer sure. And that's when I started thinking about this. Back in Mr. Ambruso's 6th grade class, we were learning about geopolitics...only we didn't call it that back then. We called it history and geography. We were learning about the Allies and the Axis, and who aligned with whom. On the blackboard he drew a line at the top and a line down. On the top left, he wrote: THE ALLIES; on the other side, he wrote, THE AXIS. Someone laughed and said  it should be THE GOOD GUYS and THE BAD GUYS. Mr. Ambruso said no, we can't label things like that because GOOD and BAD are subjective. That's where I learned that word. BIG one. Stuck with me forever. And he was right....sorta. 

However, if you look at that chart and compare it to a more modern chart, there are some  blatant, and very subjective moral equivalencies worth noting:

The list on the left is a combination of democracies, emerging democracies, and constitutional monarchies...except for the last two. How they got on the right-side of the list is beyond me. On the right, however, are some pretty well recognized and established 20th century dictatorships. 

I suppose one must now ask, with whom is the US aligning itself and who is being rejected? Russia and North Korea are welcomed with open arms, while most of Europe is being actively shut out. Who are our allies, anyway? And who are the wanna-be dictators? That may be the most important question of all. However.....

The tariff wars, the meetings with Kim Jong Un, the huggy-bear-kissy-face routine with Putin....where is all going? And how much behind the scenes manipulation is setting up guys like Netanyahu and Prince Mohammed bin Salman for continuing their questionable human rights policies. 

On August 8th, 2018, Robin Wright wrote in the NEW YORKER:

President Trump’s support, and a personal connection to Trump’s son-in-law, Jared Kushner, may have caused M.B.S. to feel that he has impunity to do as he pleases on the global stage. Trump’s first stop on his inaugural foreign trip as President was in Saudi Arabia, a visit orchestrated—with much fanfare—by the crown prince. Unlike the government in Canada, the Trump Administration has shied away from invoking human-rights issues with the Saudis, despite a graphic State Department report, released in April, detailing the sweeping scope of violations in the kingdom. The section on Saudi Arabia in the State Department’s 2017 Human Rights Report runs long—more than fifty pages. It cites the most significant abuses as torture; arbitrary arrest; unlawful killings; execution without requisite due process; restrictions on freedom of expression, religion, and peaceful assembly; trafficking in persons; violence and discrimination against women; criminalization of same-sex sexual activity; and the inability of its people to choose a government through free and fair elections.

I suspect Prince Mohammed bin Salman belongs in the left-side column despite some of  his progressive ideas....like permitting women to drive. That act does not negate human rights violations. In fact, when you're doing this progressive thing at the same time you're cranking down on your citizens' right of free speech while simultaneously bombing civilians in Yemen, you are sending a whole bunch of conflicting messages. Of course, when your power-broker buddies, the UAE, the Palestinian Authority, and Bahrain, announce they will stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Saudi Arabia against anyone who criticized The Kingdom, you know the world has just gotta be shaking in its sandals. 

Who wins? I'm not sure. We are, yet again, bystanders watching Kitty Genovese's murder. No skin in the game...or is there? The people of Saudi Arabia? Definitely not; they are quite certain which side is up. The arms dealers? Yep, they benefit by silence. Hell, even the Canadians were selling arms to the Kingdom. Anyone want to guess?

Prince Mohammed bin Salman
Don't let the face fool you

I'll take a stab. This is attempt for 45 to call the shots on something, anything. He tells Prince Mohammed bin Salman to punish the Canadians, not because they tweeted something really innocuous about the Saudi government, but because Feckless Leader is mad at Trudeau. This dick-waving adventure is to give the prince some street-creds in the western world, at the same time creating a pathetic plan to annoy Canada. Truth be told, is so be-mad-at-Canada-because-I-am kinda second-grade thinking that it's a total joke and instead of jumping up and down, people are openly laughing at the absurdity of that interaction. The only one who stood to remotely gain, would be.....no one.

Whatever the genesis of this nonsense, it is not innocent, it is not what it seems, and it just adds another would-be-despot to the list aligning with our president. I am certain beyond a shadow of a doubt that Prince Mohammed bin Salman is yet another collectible bobble-head in the oval office. And every damn one of these could get your butt tossed into the clink sooner or later.
He's working on the set. You know that, right?

The Wifely Person's Tip o'the Week

Go sees this. It's fantastic