The View from the West Mesa

I didn’t watch the Democrat debates and from what I can tell, I didn’t miss much – a selection of rich White folk telling us how bad rich White folk are for the rest of us, all the while pretending to be one of the rest of us. Cute, really.   Getty Image But, I did get a glance at an interesting ejaculation from Lizzy. Some background first though. It seems that Mike Blumberg waited awhile to participate in the debates until Lizzy had stumbled a bit. Then we found out that Mike is apparently the Democrat misogynist (if we don’t count Clinton, Clinton, Weinstein, and Epstein). Not only had Mike required NDA (non-disclosure agreements) from a handful of women who had claimed that he was well, a bit aggressive toward them, but at some point had applied the now standard Democrat understanding of unborn children to career choices for women who worked for him. Yes, Mike had dared to suggest to a female employee that for her career concerns, she should have an abortion.   W

Try this exercise. Get a piece of paper and draw a timeline, using either one-year or five-year intervals. Now, think of your family and closer friends and plot, generally, their life expectancies. You will find that you are older than you think and your family members and older friends are closer to their own deaths than you might like. You might become a little uncomfortable. You and I don’t have many years left, in the great scheme of things, even if we live out our life expectancies; how are we going to use them?   Photo by  Aron Visuals  on  Unsplash With this latest panic, I have been reminded of the momento mori , or the habit of remembering your mortality. This idea has had a rather extensive history and depending on what culture we might be talking about or author we might read, it has a slightly different focus. In many cases, it is intended to prompt a more virtuous life – because you never know. In others, the idea shifts to remembering that we are “but dust