I doubt that even one single person will change his or her mind as a result of the Mueller report’s release today. Those who make excuses for Donald Trump will continue to excuse his bad behavior. Those who hate him will still hate him in irrational ways. Those in the middle will find whatever they want to find to support their existing positions. I have absolutely no interest in reading the report. I already know what Trump is, so nothing in the report could change what I already know is true. He’s a liar, a con man, a charlatan and a cheat — but we knew those things long before he was elected.
Briefly: Groups which don’t understand each other are bound to have conflict
Briefly: Taking control of our thoughts requires rejecting toxic media overload
Briefly: State lotteries are hypocritical and exploitive shamsA year later, my father’s death looms large, but I have no regrets
There was no dignity in my father’s death.
Edward Leroy McElroy died a year ago today. He had been admitted to a hospital in Anniston, Ala., about a month before that. He was only 87 years old and he had been in excellent physical health six months before this. But when I reviewed his journal entries from the 18 months before his death, he talked often of wanting to die — and of the possibility of killing himself.
I had several conversations with a hospital social worker while he was waiting to die. She told me there was nothing specific wrong with him. He had some minor infirmities that are typical of older age, but if he hadn’t spent the previous months starving himself, he would have been fine. The social worker told me that he was too weak and frail by the time he was hospitalized. Doctors couldn’t make him strong enough to survive.
He had given up long before this. He wanted to die. He got his wish about 4:30 a.m. on April 17, 2018. A nurse named Linda Anderson was the only human being with him when his life slipped away.
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
Society needs storytellers to help make sense of a changing worldTo stay sane during life’s battles, aliens need places of sanctuary
But when I thought how to understand this,
it seemed to me a wearisome task,
until I went into the sanctuary of God…
— Psalm 73:16-17 (ESV)
As I listened to the people around me squabbling with each other that night, I felt a vague sense of unease. They snapped at one another. They were petty. On the surface, things were almost civil, but you could feel the hostility of unhappy people taking their feelings out on others.
I felt completely out of place.
I felt as though the boiling anger in these people’s spirits should be obvious to everyone. Much of what I was seeing seemed to be outward projections of internal rage at self. The tension in the air felt emotionally painful to me.
Once more, I felt like an alien among creatures who made no sense to me. Once more, I needed to find peace somewhere. I needed sanctuary from the world. I needed a person, a place or a loving spirit which made sense — which gave me refuge from the storm of this world’s banal and routine hatred.
Again and again, I’ve tried to make sense of this world — and of the people of this world — and I’m left frustrated and feeling alone. What’s more, I can’t find a sense of peace. And like the ancient psalmist, I found myself needing sanctuary — where there might be refuge and understanding.
U.S. wasted $60 billion in war funds: Is anyone honestly surprised?
Defense mechanism led me to repress unacceptable emotions
Goodbye, Emily (2009-2015)