To put it succinctly, the prior administration dismantled our nationâs immigration system in its entirety. When I started 27 days ago, I learned that we did not have the facilities available or equipped to administer the humanitarian laws that our Congress passed years ago. We did not have the personnel, policies, procedures, or training to administer those laws. Quite frankly, the entire system was gutted. It takes time to build out of the depths of cruelty that the administration before us established.
Fair enough, so get every one of those judges in a tent at the biggest concentration camp and tell them to do what theyâre gonna do, but there will be cameras. But before then organize the best gang of translators and experienced lawyers in the US immigration system to process their cases.
After putting everyone involved at the head of the National priority list for vaccinations.
(Fox News link, sorry)
Sheldon Whitehouse sent a letter to Merrick Garland. Among other things, he questioned the sincerity of the FBIâs investigation into sexual harassment claims against Brett Kavenaugh.
If standard procedures were violated, and the Bureau conducted a fake investigation rather than a sincere, thorough and professional one, that in my view merits congressional oversight to understand how, why, and at whose behest and with whose knowledge or connivance, this was done. The FBI âstonewallâ of all questions related to this episode provides little reassurance of its propriety. If, on the other hand, the âinvestigationâ was conducted with drawbridges up and a fake âtip lineâ and that was somehow âby the book,â as Director Wray claimed, that would raise serious questions about the âbookâ itself. It cannot and should not be the policy of the FBI to not follow up on serious allegations of misconduct during background check investigations.
What could account for both of those facts? How had all of those millions of people â âgood, Christianâ people â managed to do the impossible and believe that which was unbelievable?
The answer, of course, is that they hadnât. They did not âreally believeâ that story. No one ever could and no one ever did. Rather, they pretended to believe that story. They claimed to âreally believeâ and played along with that pretense, playing out the scenario of what such an impossible belief would entail.
The folly of that pretense was frustrating for Procter & Gamble and for anyone else who set out to spoil the game for them. It wasnât possible to Scully them out of it with facts or logic or truth because, unlike Mulder, they were never true believers. It was just a game, one they had chosen to play and were determined to play no matter what all the spoilsports with their facts and truth and reality had to say about it.
This game-playing pretense of belief is not a consequence of misinformation, so any approach based on the idea of correcting misinformation would be useless. Nor was this game something people were âdeceivedâ into playing. The lie of the story didnât trick them or mislead them in any way, it simply invited them to play. And when they chose to accept that invitation, they agreed to participate in the deception â to become the deception. So any approach to them that treated them as people who had been deceived was also useless.
I think this is an important point to keep in mind, considering all current belief systems that weâre trying to overcome (QAnon, etc.): neither facts nor education in general will help, when a significant number of people WANT to play pretend about such dangerous beliefs.
I can see it. Iâve done it myself. Some friends and I liked to go around pretending we were from other planets. We drew diagrams of what we really looked like and so on.
We were 9.
Dude, the bully-like kids down the block from us told me that my brother and I were Martians; I only found out recently, however, is that he was the one who told them that, LOL. Something to do with my bro and their sis watching ants and then wondering where they came from and so onâŚanyhoo, they meant it as an insult, but I was secretly disappointed that we WERENâT aliens.
I donât know how old my brother was when it first came up, but I was maybe 7 or 8 (brother is 7 yrs. older than I).
When I was super-young and naive, I loved stuff like Escape to Witch Mountain and books where the kid turns out to be special, the chosen one, not just a normal kid, once they discover their innate powers; that they were actually an adopted alien or son of a great wizard or something.
My sister convinced me that we used to live on another planet and our real parents there had a big farm with lots of animals and stuff.
So of course then I went around asking my parents stuff like âWhen do I find out what my powers are? When will we get to go back home to the farm? Are you ever going to let us go back to our real parents?â
Ahh, my poor parents.
The American Dream is a hell of a drug.
The strength of your dreamin
Prevents you from reason
The American dream
Only makes sense if youâre sleepin
Itâs just a cruel fantasy
Their politics took my voice away
But their music gave it back to me
I have absolutely no evidence for this, but I would still bet he is one of those who has always thought the proper treatment for âthugsâ is to âlock them away and throw away the keyâ.