The new year of 2017 started with a volley of gunshots, a night sky ablaze with fireworks, a cacophony of honking geese, and a memory of a forgotten time.
The last in the string of those events is the most important to me. How often does it happen when an incident of the present ignites a time of the past? Often, of course. But when the memory is a gem, it’s worth recounting as the opportunity arises.
I was fortunate in 1973 to spend a half-year with four other guys retracing the trail of Lewis and Clark by canoe and foot. One member of our journey, Mike Cochran, drew cartoons to record our journey. These scared geese? Read this blog to find out the story. Time to read: less than 3 minutes.
My bride of two months, Patty, and I are spending the winter at her home in Independence, Mo. Her home is in a nice neighborhood interspersed with lakes. The lakes are homes to geese that were too lazy to have flown farther south for the winter.
A minute or so after midnight I stepped outside. Firecrackers and gunshots could be heard everywhere as revelers brought in the New Year. Explosions of fireworks burst here and there over the neighborhood, lighting the sky with sparkling blues, reds and whites.
The geese wanted none of this. They took to the air, honking hard and loud, and flew by overhead. They blocked out the stars.
It was then, thanks to their loud protests, that I remembered the time so long ago when geese and Lewis and Clark about got me done in.
Forty-four years ago, in 1973, five of us, all young guys, spent a half-year retracing the 1804-06 journey of Meriwether Lewis, William Clark and their companions, including a dog, into the unexplored lands of the Louisiana Purchase and Pacific Northwest. Our quest was to follow their return route from the mouth of the Columbia River in Oregon to St. Louis, which was the farthest western outpost of civilization in the early 1800s. We did this by using two canoes and a kayak to paddle the Columbia, Snake and Missouri rivers. We hiked across the Rockies in Idaho and Montana.
All in all, almost 4,000 miles of sweat, weary bodies, blistered feet, meals over campfires, cold rain, big winds and, best of all, adventure. We experienced America like few others have in modern times, paddle stroke by paddle stroke, stride by stride.
In the Dakotas, we journeyed down the Missouri River as a million geese made their fall migration southalong the river. One day our immediate destination was Pierre, South Dakota’s state capital. We were scheduled the next day to meet the governor to conduct a ceremony about Lewis and Clark. This we had done with governors of other states along the trail.
A million geese and ducks migrate south along the Missouri River in the fall. We journeyed down the river at the same time, often seeing huge flocks like this one. Photo by the Omaha World Herald.
Smelled of soured sweat: The afternoon became late, and we knew we couldn’t reach Pierre by nightfall. We secured our boats and equipment on shore and headed for a road that our map showed was nearby. We intended to hitchhike into Pierre and camp the night there.
With sleeping bags in hand, we climbed up a steep river bank. Our sun-faded clothes were ragged from five months on the trail; our long beards, scraggly. We smelled of soured sweat and smoky campfires.
On top of the bank, we stepped into a huge field covered with dried stalks of corn. Suddenly, thousands of geese sprang skyward from feasting on the corn, their honking deafening, wings swirling the air around us.
Clay and the two Mikes scurried off in a failed attempt to catch stragglers waddling through the corn. Their intention was dinner, much as we had eaten rattlesnake back on the Columbia. Fresh meat would be a good change to change our steady diet of freeze-dried and dehydrated food.
Bob, eyes studying the miracle of the geese flying above, wandered farther into the field. I remained behind, still, awed. I’d never seen anything like this mass of geese and likely never would again. Most geese merged into V formations and flew away. Hundreds, though, re-landed on the field.
A pickup sped away from a nearby farm house and came barreling straight at me. It fishtailed through the corn. Geese took flight again. The truck almost hit me before skidding to a stop. The driver, burly, red-faced, flew out. He bulled his way right up to my face. His neck veins bulged with rage.
“Just what the hell of damnation are you doing here, you lop-eared sumabitch?” Bulging Veins screamed. He was an old guy. His breath smelled like the inside of a cow barn.
“…you lop-eared sumabitch”
He turned to reach for a shotgun hanging on a rack across the back window.
Murder was on his mind. Of that, I was sure. Suddenly I realized our Lewis and Clark excursion might be my fatal Waterloo. Just my luck, done in by trying to reach across the past to guys 200 years ago. Who would’ve guessed?
The passenger, a younger man, stopped him by reaching up and firmly holding down the weapon in its place on the rack, thankfully.
“But this idiot just cost me ten thousand dollars!” Bulging Veins violently snapped.
He rounded us up, yelling in rage as we tried to explain to our sudden appearance in the cornfield. No go. At least, we offered, let us get our boats and paddle away…
He aimed a dirty forefinger toward the road. “If you ain’t off my land in five minutes, I’m gonna blow your heads off,” he swore harshly. “You got my word on that.”
He added with spittle blowing out of his mouth, “Don’t never come back here again, not even for your gawdamned boats. You got three minutes.”
Two minutes later, we were on the road, thumbs out. In Pierre, we found a public park to lay out our sleeping bags. We also sought out a conversation with the law. The state patrol entered into a pithy phone negotiation with Bulging Veins.
Lewis & Clark’s confrontations: Later, as the darkness of night spread over us, I recalled entries in Lewis and Clark’s journals where they faced off against local natives. A reluctant gift of tobacco to the Sioux ended one Missouri River standoff. A Montana brawl left one member (possibly two) of the Blackfoot nation dead when they attempted to steal guns and horses—a tragedy that would mar U.S. relationships with the Blackfoot nation for decades.
Lewis’ dog for dinner: In search of dog for dinner, Columbia River natives snatched Seaman, Lewis’ beloved Newfoundland. Captain Lewis dispatched three armed men to bring back Seaman or kill the kidnappers. Seaman came back without loss of life.
The day after our encounter with Bulging Veins we strolled into the capitol building. To our surprise, the hallways were empty and we couldn’t find a sign directing us to the governor’s officer. Finally, a stoop-shouldered gentleman came walking along the hallway where the five of us were gazing around in ignorance of where to proceed on to. He was dressed in an expensive black suit. His stride slowed down as he came closer to us. We gathered around him and asked if he knew where we could find the governor.
Were we there to assassinate the governor?
With a long pause, he took in the sight of our mangy beards and mud-splattered clothes. His nose wrinkled from the onslaught of our odor. His eyes tightened. I could read his concern: Surely, he must have thought, he was surrounded by a gang of smelly bums and savage bullies. Were they here to assassinate the governor?
Blinking, he stuttered, finally, “Why, uh, why, I am the governor.”
It was then that Richard Kneip remembered our appointment. We followed him to his office. A stuffed goose hung on the wall. He was a hunter.
The Lewis and Clark ceremony proceeded as expected. His aide informed him about our previous day’s encounter. The governor knew the quick-tempered farmer. He said the farmer purposely left corn in his field to attract migrating geese. He charged hunters $15 a day to shoot the birds.
I made a quick calculation. Bulging Veins claimed we cost him $10,000. That amount divided by 15: more than 600 hunters. No wonder he wanted to keep the geese on his land. It was a small fortune back in those days.
“Every goose hunters in our state wants to stomp through his fields and chase those geese away, but everybody’s afraid to, including me,” Gov. Kneip admitted. With a laugh, he added, “And you fellows did it without knowing any better.”
By the end of the afternoon, the state patrol had delivered us back to our boats and equipment. We were on our way again, following Lewis & Clark. And, unbeknownst to me back then, I had a memory to help bring in the New Year of 2017.
While attending a Christmas Eve party with my sister’s family, I decided there’s more to such celebrations than cheer, sugary treats, gifts and eggnog.
It’s a good time to take stock of what age is all about.
My great-grandniece, 6 years old, bounced around the living room as she passedout presents from under the tree. She giggled and danced like a merry elf.
When I was six years old, my great-granduncle was only a couple of years older than I am now. Like Marley’s ghost, he’s long dead. But I remember him well from back then.
He was a really, really, really old guy.Moaned as he got out of chairs. Plodded. Sluggish. An ancient raisin on two wobbly legs.
He lived all his life on the farm. I’m a city guy.
He traveled by foot or horseback when he was young. I drive cars.
He was a doughboy in WWI, the great war to end all wars. Supposedly. I saw Vietnam and now the endless Mideast conflicts.
On a sub-zero wintry day when he was a kid, he watched as his sister (my grandmother) stuck her tongue against the metal handle of the outside pump where they got drinking water. She did it just to see what would happen. Her tongue stuck tight on the frigid metal.
My drinking water comes from the faucet inside my warm house. I could spend all day slapping my tongue against the faucet, but it’d never stick.
For him, cell phones would be magic; computers, a miracle.
Today, most Americans have the gift of luxury. Nonetheless, we seldom pause and ponder those who came before. If we did so, we’d appreciate our lives and country even more.
My great-grandniece used a cell phone to take a photograph of me. I’m sure—when she’s my age—she’ll remember me as a spry guy with a devil-may-care attitude, smooth skin, brisk walk…uh, right?
And so I thought as my body creaked as I got up from my chair. I waddled over to pour myself another glass of eggnog.
One of my yuletide enjoyments is to reread A Christmas Carol. I do it in the years when the world seems grim at Christmastime. I always find that Ebenezer Scrooge is still my Best Friend Forever.
Most Americans know Charles Dickens’ story about the greedy, cranky, crusty curmudgeon who is transformed by the visits of his late business partner, Marley, and the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Yet To Come.
What you’ll learn in this blog: Each and everyone of us is Ebenezer Scrooge. But do you recognize when you’re the Bad Scrooge before the ghosts visit, or the Good Scrooge after the visits? Time to read: less than two minutes.
I suspect few Americans have read the novella. It’s tough to read. The little book is full of references to things English from the Victorian Era. To modern readers, the writing style seems formal and convoluted, but it was the norm when the novella appeared in print the week before Christmas of 1843.
Ebenezer meets the Ghost of Christmas Present. This artwork was in the original novella published in 1843.
Most Americans know of the tale through films. Dozens have been produced since the first in 1901. My favorite is the 1951 version starring Alastair Sim; it has the eerie feel of a ghostly story. The 1992 Muppets Christmas Carol is a close second. How can you not love Robin the Frog as Tiny Tim?
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Dickens penned the Christmas Carol over a six-week period when his writing career needed a boost in popularity and finances. His themes reflected upon issues of the day. One was the British re-emergence of Christmas tradition from the past and such new customs as Christmas trees and cards. A Christmas Carol played a significant role in boosting the holiday’s popularity.
More importantly, the novella represented Dickens’ sympathy for the poor and their children during the Industrial Revolution in the early 1800s. He drew upon his own experiences. His father was tossed into debtor’s prison when Dickens was 12 years old. To survive, the youngster worked in a factory pasting labels on pots of boot blacking. His work and living conditions were beyond harsh.
How did Dickens come up with the name “Ebenezer Scrooge”? One theory is that he misread the gravestone of an Edinburgh corn merchant named Ebenezer Scroggie. The gravestone described Scroggie as a “meal man,” but Dickens misread it as a “mean man.”
At its every heart, A Christmas Carol is the story of redemption. A bitter miser transforms into a friendlier, caring fellow, a good guy. Prior to the ghostly visits, he was a symbol of winter with its coldness, darkness and death; then, his renewal to goodwill is like the warm freshness of spring.
Alastair Sim as Ebenezer in the 1951 film.
That is why I like Scrooge. He reminds us that we all can change for the better.
We are Ebenezer Scrooge, each and everyone of us. Which brings up a simple question. Do I want to be the Bad Scrooge before the visitations of Marley and the three ghosts, or the Good Scrooge when he became a renewed soul?
Not unexpectedly, the latter—the Good Scrooge—is everyone’s preference. It’s how all of us view ourselves, isn’t it? However, the reality is that most of us slip in and out of the roles of Bad Scrooge and Good Scrooge all of the time.
The 1992 Muppets Christmas Carol movie.
Regardless of how steadfast we are in our belief that we are always a Good Scrooge, our actions speak louder than words. Of course, I always think of myself as the Good Scrooge. But the other day an incident starkly revealed the Bad Scrooge. I was putting sacks of groceries into my car as a bearded, bedraggled vagabond came wearily across the parking lot and asked for money. My temper flared out of nowhere and I snapped at him, telling him to not even waste his time panhandling me.
My Bad Scrooge, right?
The Good Scrooge is not an easy lifestyle to maintain. It requires a conscious effort to remain friendly, compassionate and gentler even in the most trying of challenges. And challenging is our times. A controversial incoming president. Millions of refugees on the move. An embattled environment. Global politics that may threaten democracy. And a zillion other complicated events are shaping and reshaping our world, giving the Bad Scrooge the potential to rise.
The role of Good Scrooge also necessitates eliminating two of Scrooge’s favorite words from our our vocabulary and way of thinking. May “Bah! Humbug!” be boiled in their own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through their heart.
Don’t understand the reference? Watch the movie.
Better yet, read the book. And remember, even the smallest of actions can slip you into the role of Bad Scrooge.
I wrote a letter to my young grandkids after the presidential election. I intend to write more over the next year to let them know what times were like when they were toddlers. I’ll give them the letters when they become adults.
What happens then, when they read the letters? Will they think grandpa was a snarky, smarmy trickster whose pants were on fire?
What you’ll learn in this blog: The good and the bad of what our grandchildren will discover about our times of 2016 when they grow up. Reading time: 3 minutes.
I’m not naïve enough to think they will believe all things in my letters. Let’s face it, they may giggle over how crazy the old man was.
The things he wrote were outlandishly senile crazy! They can’t be true!
Could they?
This can’t be true, Grandpa. In a tweet, the president-elect claimed millions of Americans committed voter fraud. He also claimed he actually won the popular vote. He said this even though no evidence exists. Unfortunately, some Americans believe him, again even without facts. He tweeted this because Hillary Clinton bested him on the popular vote by 2.5 million votes. The president-elect has a history of using outlandish Twitter messages to change the focus when news goes against him. Alas, some Americans believe him.
Art by M. Moeller (Cartoonstock)
(Note toself: Don’t mention his misogyny, racist statements, philandering, belittlement of Muslims and fear of Mexicans. Such stories, true as they are, may only fertilize thoughts that grandpa was downright wacky.)
Is this another of your whoppers, Grandpa? Meanwhile, Sioux and others took a bold stand in the freezing, snowy wilds of North Dakota. Their goal was to stop an oil pipeline from crossing sacred land. They called the pipeline “The Black Snake.” The name refers to a prophecy where a black snake brings destruction to the people and the earth. The government’s response to the protesters before deciding to halt the pipeline: tear gas, water cannons and rubber bullets.
China, are you kidding? Next, almost every scientist in the world views global warming as an imminent threat. Yet, the president-elect claims it’s a hoax made up by China. He promises to dismantle efforts that could head-off a global disaster.
Now you’re just outright fibbing, Grandpa. Wars in the Middle East, Africa and elsewhere have displaced 65 million people, the highest number of refugees ever, even the refugee crisis after World War II. The number now is equal to the combined populations of California, New York and Colorado. Many Americans are adamant about keeping all refugees out of our country. This speaks a lot to what our society has become. Many of us turn our backs on those in need.
Well, you really are a big, fat liar, Grandpa. More than a third of all Americans, including grandpa, are obese. This is thanks to fast-food, fructose and sofas too soft to get out of. Nonetheless, Ronald McDonald looks trim.
Oh, shut up! And speaking of clowns…clowns are sneaking around suburbia, terrifying young and old alike. The phenomenon is now called The Great Clown Scare of 2016.
You really are crazy, Grandpa. The big news of today is online fake news. Fake news may have swayed the presidential election. It is still bullying into important national issues. The source: Russians with a devious political agenda and black-hearted computer geeks seeking advertising revenue. Fake news is everywhere; truth seems nowhere. It’s come to this: If Facebook or Twitter claim I’m alive, I check my pulse to make sure.
Oh, come on now, bees? A disastrous die-off of bee colonies is a huge problem. It means fewer bees to pollinate vital crops. Food varieties may be in danger. Agriculture will lose billions of dollars with bees gone.
Well, now, this I can believe, Grandpa. Finally, Hillary Clinton caused the bee die-off, according an online news site. Hmm, perhaps that was a fake news site…?
The good stuff
Lest I seem too negative about today’s world, I included positive news in my letter. A few examples:
Good news for our economy. A December federal report showed the U.S. jobless rate fell to a nine-year low. Another report said the economy expanded by 3.2 percent in the third quarter, the fastest pace in two years.
Good news for our environment. With the goal of boosting mainstream acceptance of electric vehicles, four of the world’s top automakers agreed in late November to invest in fast-charging sites in Europe. The car-makers—Ford, Volkswagen, BMW and Daimler’s Mercedes—decided to do so after seeing the success of the U.S. Tesla, which has major pre-orders for its Model 3 car. Electric cars are far more environmentally friendly than our current gas-guzzlers.
Good news for people. Christie and Alva Jameson already had two children, but they decided room enough existed in their hearts and home for more. So over the last three decades they adopted 35 children, 26 of whom have special needs. Alva died from cancer in 2009. So now Christie is a single mother caring for 11 children who remain at home, all with special needs. “All kids deserve a real home of their own,” Christie said. “In my heart, I knew there was always room for one more.”
Good news for giving thanks. Iconic singer James Taylor sent out a Thanksgiving email that said the key to overcoming setbacks and reversals of fortune is to give thanks. “To whom we give it is a big question but just go ahead on and do it,” Taylor stated. “Gratitude is the way to an improved attitude . . .To have been born in human form and consciousness aboard this unbelievably beneficent planet is an incredible stroke of luck.”
Good news for how to use your wealth. Recent wildfires in the Great Smokey Mountains of Tennessee left people homeless and hopeless. Dolly Parton, who grew up in the Smokey Mountains, decided enough of that. She announced she and her Dollywood companies and foundation will donate $1,000 a month for six months to each family who lost a home in the fire that blazed Gatlinburg. This, she explained, will be “a hand up to those families who have lost everything in the fires.”
Believe in miracles
So, to my grandkids I write such things.
I pray we will all have decided to work together to make the world better by the time they read my letters. In my grandkids’ adult world, the president is trustworthy. Peace exists. No one is a refugee. Global warming is gone. Bees swarm wide and far. And there are more people like Christie and Alva Jameson, James Taylor and Dolly Parton, bless them.
I believe in miracles.
As for what my grandkids will believe about me? Will I be a teller of truth? Or a caterwauler of fantastic fiction?
Americans have become seriously challenged by a new cottage industry that produces weapons made in the U.S. and overseas: Online sites that specialize in fake news.
The sites are thriving. The recent election may or may not have been swayed by fake news. Regardless, we discovered Americans have difficulty in telling real news from fake news.
The dilemma knows no age boundary. An 18-month study by Stanford determined young people—middle school, high school and college students from across varying societal and educational levels—are easily “duped” by information on the internet. The study results, released Nov. 22, gave a grim conclusion: “…we worry that democracy is threatened by the ease at which disinformation about civic issues is allowed to spread and flourish.”{Read the Stanford study.}
What you’ll learn in this blog:How fake news threatens America…How failures of the mainstream news media fostered the creation of fake news sites…Ways to spot fake news…Examples of fake news sites…five tips to help you.(Time it should take you to read this blog: five minutes or less.)
Even President Obama has jumped feet-first into the fray about fake media, this during his recent trip to Europe. While some Americans may have the short-sighted view that fake news sites are merely day-to-day hassles, the president offered a broad perspective of why Americans should be deeply concerned about fake news. “If we are not serious about facts and what’s true and what’s not, if we can’t discriminate between serious arguments and propaganda, then we have problems…We won’t know what to fight for. And we can lose so much of what we’ve gained in terms of the kind of democratic freedoms and market-based economies and prosperities that we’ve come to take for granted.”
Where is the truth? With all the fiery dragons of fake news soaring about, I’m often unsure. All I can tell you is wha
So, then, adults can be duped. And so can the next generation. It doesn’t bode well for America, does it?
Blame it on fast-paced, easy access to information. Blame it on an America too busy to go beyond headlines. Blame it on the education system that produced Americans who fail to take a critical look at things. Blame it on just ol’ fashioned bias, people eagerly willing to believe news that reinforces their personal opinions. Blame it on Facebook. On Twitter. The Internet. You name it. Who can we believe? The New York Times? Breitbart? The president? The president-elect? Mom?
The issue of truth vs. lies has always been a tough nut to crack. You know, the eye of the beholder and all that.
But now, more than any period in our recent history, Americans are bombarded by many shades of truth, innuendos, partial truths, mind games, hyperpartisan (extreme bias in favor of a political party), attempts at satire, and outright lies. At times, it seems as if we’re seeing an evil fire-breathing dragon blowing flames against a castle made of ancient, crinkly, yellowed newspapers. (Yes, do a fact check on my hyperbole. When was the last time any of us saw a fire-breathing dragon? Would you believe in the dragon if you were told by a fake news site that one such beastie exists?)
BuzzFeed News, a reputable Internet company that reports on social news and entertainment, with a focus on digital media, announced Nov. 16 that an analysis it conducted showed that fake election news on Facebook created more engagement among readers than news reported by well-known mainstream media outlets. During the last three critical months of the election, 20 top-performing false election stories from hoax sites and hyperpartisan blogs generated 8,711,000 shares, reactions and comments on Facebook,” Buzzfeed reported. In comparison, the 20 best-performing election stories from 19 major news websites generated only 7.3 million on Facebook.
In other words, readers looked more often at fake news than news reported by such mainstream media as the Washington Post, New York Times, NBC News, and others. Did those who went to the fake news sites believe what they saw? We don’t know, yet. Did it influence the way they voted? Again, don’t know. And, most importantly, how do we explain all the lying when our young children ask about it? Do we just respond, well, there are fire-breathing dragons that you have to watch out for.
According to some online sources, the number of sites that offer fake or partly true news, satire on news, and news reworked into hyperpartisan slants could be in the hundreds. Buzzfeed has reported that more than 100 U.S. politics websites have been created and are run by teenagers in the former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia. The driving force: Money, the advertising revenue that can be generated by these sites.
A hundred (or even a few hundred sites) may not seem like much in comparison to the billions of pieces of information that make their way every year onto the internet. The use of Facebook is staggering. More than 750 million people are active Facebook users; 50 percent log in on any given day. They spend 700 billion minutes a month on Facebook. The average user has 130 Facebook friends. For Twitter: 695 million peopled are registered account holders; 342 million are active users; 135,000 people sign up every day; and the average number of tweets each day is 58 million.
Mark Twain’s shoes: The lies created by fake news can go a long way in a short time. If you don’t believe me, turn to Mark Twain, who said, “A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.”
What happens is this: A fake news site posts an article on Facebook, with a screaming headline and a story containing false or partly true information. Users who are partial to believing such things share it through Facebook and often Twitter, and, in turn, some of those recipients share it with their own online groups.
{NPR reporter Laura Sydell aired a Nov. 23 story about a man in a Los Angeles suburb who may earn $10,000 to $30,000 a month running fake news sites. One of his sites was responsible for a fake pre-election story that said a FBI Agent suspected in Hillary Clinton email leaks was found dead in Denver in an apparent murder-suicide. Within 10 days, the story received 1.6 million views. Read Laura Sydell’s story…}
Eventually, other fake sites pick up on the fake news story and may or may not rewrite it into their own twisted views before electronically distributing it. And thus the cycle begins again. Within only a day, or even just a few hours, the fake news is suddenly taking up residency on the electronic real estate of the monitors of possibly millions of readers. And now it has become “real, truthful” news.
It has become so bad, all of these fake news shenanigans, that, if Facebook tells me that I’m alive, I’ll check my pulse just to make sure it’s true.
If Facebook tells me that I’m alive, I’ll check my pulse just to make sure it’s true.
Same with Twitter. Even with its 140-character limitation, Twitter users can easily transmit inaccuracies and lies for personal, business or political gain.
Take, for instance, two Nov. 17 tweets from president-elect Trump. After a conversation with the chairman of Ford, Mr. Trump tweeted the “news” that the car manufacturer will keep its Lincoln manufacturing plant in Kentucky rather than move it to Mexico. Then, Mr. Trump sent the second tweet, and it was interpreted by some readers as the president-elect bragging that he was the person responsible for keeping the plant in Kentucky. As it turned out, though, Ford never had plans to move the plant to Mexico. Nonetheless, Mr. Trump gave himself credit where no credit was due. And he would have gotten away with it if a reporter hadn’t double-checked the president-elect’s supposed “facts.”
Mr. Trump isn’t the only politician, CEO or average American to take advantage of Twitter and Facebook for his or her own personal gain. There is plenty of blame to spread around among both political parties, corporate bigwigs and lowwigs, and Mr. and Mrs. and Ms. America.
Media war: During the last two weeks, a Media War of sorts has broken out against fake news sits. The mainstream media has published multiple articles about these fake sites that draw in readers with wild, made-up stories. The fake stories are often accompanied by the carrot of clickbaiting, a term for sensationalist headlines of the type we haven’t seen since the Yellow Journalism Days of William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer in the late 1890s.
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In the last few days, Facebook, Twitter and Google have started taking steps—merely baby steps so far, in my opinion—toward boxing out fake news sites, largely by preventing the sites from making money through advertising revenue. I suspect the problem won’t easily go away. Some fake sites make a lot money from advertisers, while others have political agendas to promote. Sites are run by tech-savvy people; they will continue to find a way to keep profiting from fake news.
Even more troubling, some sites are run specifically to undermine America’s reliance on the news media—the Fourth Estate—that historically has been a watchdog of government, injustice and social norms. Fake news sites are trying to unweave the fabric of America for their own greed, twisted political agendas and, in some disgusting and filthy cases, just plain ‘ol fun.
Fake news sites are trying to unweave the fabric of America for their own greed, twisted political agendas and, in some disgusting and filthy cases, just plain ‘ol fun.
There is no doubt in my mind that the slithery rise of fake media largely resulted from failures of the mainstream media over the last decade. Here we can blame the internet that gave rise to an uncontrollable and vicious 24-hour news cycle, which has resulted in a pack mentality where reporters and editors often only take enough time to skim the surface of an issue just so they can beat rivals to the proverbial punch. Newspapers—once the beacons of truth, fairness and independent thinking in America—are going the way of the dodo bird as the media is unable to adjust to the loss of advertising revenue. Less advertising revenue = cutbacks in the editorial staff = less time available for developing thorough and accurate stories. The ailing mainstream media also faces the fact that every person who owns a cell phone and has internet access now has the power to become a news reporter who can easily send news to thousands of people, if not millions.
Meanwhile, an elitism has slipped into many corners of the news industry, causing news scribes to lose contact with us common folk in the Rust Belt, the McDonald’s and greasy spoons of the West, on the farms of the Bread Basket, and in the busy offices and slow-paced retirement homes of the East. Nonetheless, us common folk are doing just fine wielding our electronic communication power to become reporters of our own news events and personal opinions. And, as the heated and angry presidential campaign showed, many people no longer rely on the mainstream media for news or opinion leadership. Instead, they exert their own power in Facebook and Twitter.
Artwork by the New York Magazine to illustrate its article about questionable news sites.
Naively optimistic? Now, having vented these concerns (I’ve got others about the media but I needn’t dwell on them here), my observation is simple and maybe too naively optimistic. Regardless of all the current challenges, the mainstream media—the national newspapers and TV networks, the local daily newspapers and weekly journals—is still pretty accurate in the complicated task of reporting news, and light years years ahead of journalism in other countries. Right now, there is a lot of tough soul-searching going on at news desks and in editorial board meetings throughout our nation. I have faith that all will work out just fine, hopefully sooner than later.
But for now, fake news sites are reaching farther and farther out every day in an attempt to grasp the golden ring of public opinion. They have no intention of disappearing quietly into the night.
Intimidation: Fake news sites have struck back through the use of intimidation and more lies. Recent examples included online attacks against Merrimack College assistant professor of communications, Melissa Zimdars, who posted a list of questionable news sites on the internet. However, she removed the list Nov. 17 as a safety measure because she, her students and colleagues received threats and harrassments, the Los Angeles Times reported. For example, NaturalNews.com, one of the sites on her list, branded her as a “crybully” who has “a masters degree in Crybully Engineering and a Ph.d. in F###ktardery Studies.”
Hum, well now, name-calling always gets to the truth, right? Jesting aside, I perused sites on Professor Zimdars’ list before it was removed from the internet and I can say they’re ones I’ll steadfastly avoid in the future.
PolitiFact and the related PunditFact use a Truth-o-Meter to rank news information from true, mostly true, half true, and pants of fire (not true).
Where is the truth? With all the fiery dragons of fake news soaring about, I’m often unsure. All I can tell you is what I do. Yes, yes, I see the great irony. I claim in this blog that you can’t believe many things in the media, yet here I am asking you to believe me. With that thought in mind, feel free to take what I say in the tips below with the proverbial grain of salt. And do what Archie Bunker advised: Look it up! (Suggestion: Make sure you find a site that deals in truth.)
Mark Twain: “A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.”
Tip 1:Rely on a variety of the mainstream media outlets. You might, of course, think these news outlets are biased and, as candidate Trump kept saying, “rigged,” but they are the best we have in our country: Time, The Atlantic, Forbes, Washington Post, New York Times, Associated Press, and Wall Street Journal, as well as NPR and the ABC, CBS, NBC and PBS nightly news. I also read some reputable sites that at appropriate times lean to the left (more in line with my political leanings): Huffington Post, Slate, The Guardian, The Daily Beast and theSkimm. I also dip into regional outlets like the Los Angeles Times, Denver Post, Kansas City Star and Boston Globe.
All of this takes time, and I’m lucky because, in retirement, I have time. But if you’re short on time like most Americans, just follow one or two of the mainstream media outlets.
The following is a small sampling of fake news sites, along with a summary of one of the stories each published or my comments about the site. You may have seen the stories during the election campaign; some gained huge audiences on the internet, in newspapers and on TV.
AmericanPoliticNews.com. Relies on sensationalism, shocking headlines and stories with questionable accuracy.
BigAmericanNews.com. Here’s an example of a sensationalist headline for one of its articles: “Indiana restaurant charges ‘gay tax’ to gay customers, cites Religious Freedom Bill as explanation.”
Breitbart.com. This is an ult-right, pseudo-news site which is trying to snake its way into the ranks of mainstream media. Breitbart’s former executive chairman is Steve Bannon, Trump’s top campaign advisor and now the president-elect’s chief advisor on strategy. Political pundits have accused Bannon of giving voice to racists, white supremists, sexism, misogynists, and anti-semites.
BurrardStreetJournal.com. Reported that President Obama said he will not leave office if Donald Trump is elected.
ConservativeState.com. Created a false quotation for Hillary Clinton. The quote said, “I would like to see people like Donald Trump run for office; they’re honest and can’t be bought.”
EagleRising.com. Published an article that claimed Hillary Clinton used a body-double during the campaign.
EndingtheFed.com.Announced a lie that said Pope Francis endorsed Donald Trump.
Denverguardian.com. This site reported the fake story about the FBI agent’s murder/suicide death in Denver. A Nov. 23 internet search for the site found that it described itself as “Denver’s oldest news source and one of the longest running daily newspapers published in the United States,” a lie. All of the site’s “news” content was removed by Nov. 23. {Read a Nov. 23 article about how the Denver Post debunked the Denver Guardian story.}
LiberalAmerica.org. Reported that Trump met with India business partners in violation of a ‘blind trust’ agreement. (Note: There is no law that says the president must put his business in a blind trust.)
NationalReport.net. Published an article about Rudy Giuliana blaming Hillary Clinton for the widespead destruction of bee colonies. This site was discussed in Laura Sydell’s NPR story mentioned above. The site was also responsible for a popular fake news story that said food stamps could be used to buy pot in Colorado.
ThePoliticalInsider.com. Reported a lie that said Wikileaks confirmed Clinton sold weapons to ISIS.
Tip 2: Double-check information. One of the gravest mistakes you can make is to look at only one source and believe its message is the truth. When I see online news that seems outlandish, I go to the mainstream sources mentioned early in Tip 1 to find out if they reported about the issue.
If they haven’t, chances are the original source is purposely presenting incorrect information. Use your common sense. Do the double-checking especially if the original news makes you angry. Anger is the best way to keep readers returning to a site—and this translates into success and dollars for the bearer of fake news.
Tip 3: Avoid news sites with sketchy names. Be careful of websites with odd names and sites that end in “lo” or “com.co.” These types of sites tend to offer fake, nearly fake or hyperpartisan news. Some might deal in satire, but their information is still inaccurate. Satire has a strange way of suddenly becoming absolute truth for some people.
Tip 4: Be wary of bloggers
There’s catch phrase that I hear people say now and then: “If it’s in print or on the internet, it’s got to be true.” They relate this for the sake of humor, of course. But I’ve found that some people unwisely believe bloggers too readily, often because some bloggers are well-known or their blogs are posted on trusted mainstream media websites. Bloggers typically make the effort to convince you of their points of view—yes, we bloggers are peddlers of opinion. PunditFact is a good place for fact-checking bloggers.
Tip 5: Be very cautious about believing what you see on Facebook and Twitter.
Both have an enormous impact on truth and lies in America and, for that matter, around the world. And each is an easy place to publish false information with little punishment, if any.
Faced with the tough question of whether a news article is fake or real? Take advice from Archie Bunker: “Look it up!”
Always remember that stepping across the threshold from truth into a lie can have an enormous impact not only on your internal self-esteem but also on how others view your values and integrity.
Let me offer an example: On the Wednesday before the presidential election, Fox news anchor Bret Baier reported an exclusive: FBI sources claimed Hillary Clinton would be indicted over her emails and the Clinton Foundation. This “news” was damaging to the Clinton campaign. Then, two days, Baier publicly apologized for airing the story, which, he admitted, was not true.
Regardless of the widely spread news of Baier’s admission, the original story continued to circulate on Facebook. I saw it posted on the site of a friend. Even though this person and I disagreed on candidates, I always took the person to be a straight shooter.
I assumed the person hadn’t seen Baier’s correction, so I sent along a polite message, with a link to Baier’s apology for the error. I figured the person would want to know and delete the post. I was wrong.
This reply came back to me: “I don’t care if the false news is false. She deserves it.”
Finally, remember what Mark Twain said about a lie traveling so fast and far while truth is putting on its shoes. If you’re tempted to read or share something that you suspect or know is a lie, half-truth or blatant exaggeration, don’t.
This blog’s author, Gary Kimsey, is a former newspaper reporter (Kansas City Star) and former editor at Denver Monthly Magazine, HealthWord and Colorado State magazine. He also worked in public relations for Colorado State University and University of Colorado Health. He is now retired and writing his own works while living part of the year in the Colorado Rockies and the rest of the time in Independence, Mo.
During the days after the ’16 election, I was like many Americans: upset, depressed, fearful, scared about the future, and angry at those stumblebums who voted against my candidate, all 59 million of them.
It didn’t help when I got on Facebook on the morning after the election and saw sugary platitudes about extending an olive branch, posted by friends who just the day before had posted the most vile, nasty messages about my beloved candidate. I hated those two-faced Facebookers.
And then that evening, November 9, there were thousands of angry Americans taking to the streets to protest president-elect Donald Trump. I wanted to join them, to lead them.
I entered a sleepless night of pounding heart, soaring blood pressure and plunging depression from thoughts of fear and dread for the future.
But suddenly, between sheet-tangled gasps for calming air, I had two epiphanies.
First, there are hordes of Trump supporters just as bitter at my candidate as I am at theirs. And their lifestyles have probably been just as adversely impacted as mine.
Secondly, and most importantly, I realized I had to get over it. And so does every American. We’re in for the proverbial long haul, the next four years. Do we really want to feel bitter and angry with other Americans through all of that time? The answer, of course, is no.
So I took to the Internet and gathered in advice from knowledgeable psychiatrists, mental health specialists and others. I boiled down their thoughts to five easy ways to get over election anxiety:
1. As hard as it might seem to do, stay off Facebook and Twitter for a short while, and for a little bit of time limit your viewing of online and TV news about the election. It’s too easy for digital messages to drill into the core of our thoughts and play havoc with our attitudes.
2. Create a positive inner message—a mantra, if you will—to use when your attitude turns bleak. My new inner message: “Things will work out. Be patient. Things will work out.”
3. Purposely reshape your thinking about change. Most of us despise change, but we’re likely to be faced with a lot of change in the coming years. Replace thoughts of doom with: Change can be good, change can be good.
4. Don’t do anything drastic. Criticizing a person for how she or he cast a vote is an easy way to lose friends and gain a sour reputation for yourself. Once harsh words are spoken, it’s impossible to take them back.
5. This last gem came from my wife Patty, a much wiser person than I am: Pray for Mr. Trump and America. I’d like to add, if you have doubts about the existence of a Higher Power, look at prayer as a form of visualization: It can help reshape our attitudes and, I hopefully think, it may have positive impact on the Big Cosmos of America.
These are all good pieces of advice. It’s not to say, however, that you should not stay abreast of politics in the future. You should always be politically aware and work for positive improvements in America.
But, for now, remember, life goes on. Change can be good. Pray. Visualize. Be patient. Things will work out.
The other night I had a nightmare about Steve Kornacki.
I’ve never met the gentleman. You may know who he is. He’s the go-to guy on MSNBC News who explains how and why this state is blue for Democrats in the presidential election and another state is red for Republicans.
I saw Mr. Kornacki a zillion times on TV during the long, long, long, and—I just have to add—the longest election season ever in the history of the universe.
Steve Kornacki of MSNBC News.
With a boyish, bespectacled countenance, the sleeves of his pale blue shirt rolled up, the knot of his tie slightly askew, he taps the tip of his right forefinger on states shown on a special electronic U.S. map. As if by magic, the states flip at his touch from blue to red or red to blue. Mr. Kornacki’s got all sorts of facts and figures jammed into his noggin. He really gets excited over polls, the color of states and election jumble and mumble.
In my nightmare, Mr. Kornacki set aside his election predictions and instead gleefully tapped his forefinger on every U.S. state in an exciting quest to identify a new home suitable for me and my failing mental condition.
He finally found the ideal location in a remote area of Louisana where there are hot, humid, sweaty, smelly swamps and giant, fanged mosquitoes and big, ugly snakes, grumpy alligators, and a colony of redneck zombies. None of which I like. But I did like: No Internet access. No TV reception. No postal deliveries of campaign propaganda, no nasty political squabbles by Facebook users, no incessant tweets about politics right or wrong, no water-fountain arguments.
Hmmm, the swamps of Louisiana. Sounds tempting.
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The nightmare—and I’m thinking now with my own shrink think—had less to do with mosquitoes, snakes and zombies than escaping to some place where I can forget Ms. Clinton and Mr. Trump.
And forget about banning Muslims. Missing emails. A Mexican wall. The Clinton Foundation. Megyn Kelly’s blood. Mexican rapists. 3 a.m. tweets. Billy Bush and the word I’ll never write. Evil Russian hackers. FBI shenanigans. Nuclear bombs. World War III. And so on and on and blah, blah, blah.…
It’s all too much for my tiny brain. My senses are squishing out.
I’m exhausted by news commentators letting candidate surrogates blather on about the horrendousness of the opponent rather than answering questions. I’m haunted by the frightening image of Kellyanne Conway’s ironed-on smile. My eyes have been burned out by harsh camera lights reflecting off Rudy Giuliani’s bright-white teeth. I don’t care what Bill Clinton did or didn’t do or should have done a quarter of a century ago.
Egads, I just realized I’m name-calling and mocking. I’vebecome just like them!
I now suffer from a mental condition: election blues or, as it will become after November 8, post-election blues. Chances are, you do, too. But you just ain’t figured it out yet.
You suffer from the illness if you have one or more of these symptoms:
Symptoms:
Heart thumping like a jackhammer when you hear the words “election,” “Democrat” or “Republican.”
The sudden desire to throw up when you see one or the other candidate on TV.
Hiding in closets and under your desk from friends and coworkers who want to gab election speak.
The uncontrollable urge to model a candidate’s behavior, Mr. Trump in particular, by lashing out at anyone who doesn’t agree with your views on politics, business matters, lifestyle, religion, the value of women, issues of sexual preference and marital fidelity, or choice of KFC chicken and other fast foods.
Tossing, turning, sleepless nights. Fear of nodding off lest you dream of Steve Kornacki mapping out your future.
Although my flippant style may give the appearance that I write in jest, election blues is actually a real condition of mental distress brought about by staying abreast of intense campaigns and taking candidates at their word, even as outrageous as those words might be. It’s a stress thing and it will linger into post-election times.
A mid-October study by the American Psychological Association (APA) learned that 52 percent of American adults believe the 2016 election has been a significant source of stress for them. For Milllennials: 56 percent. Generation Xers: 45 percent. For Baby Boomers: 50 percent.
Unfortunately, all of the unleashed negativity in this campaign has carved a huge, deep, jagged, and dangerous gash in the American psyche. This was brought into stark view with the outcome of the New York Times/CBS News’ final pre-election survey released a few days ago. The results found that 82 percent of voters are “disgusted” by the state of politics and the majority felt it’s unlikely either Mr. Trump or Ms. Clinton will be able to sew the country back together. Is Humpty Dumpty dead, for good?
Regardless of whether all the shattered pieces can eventually be put together again, we can expect a weary, dreary prolonged period of bitterness, hate, lies, and malice between Congress and the White House; Republicans and Democrats; Facebook users; Twitter advocates, individual Americans; and even husbands of one political stance and their wives of opposite views.
None of this is good for the heart, blood pressure, family life or dogs—people get angry more easily and kick their pooches. (Well, I made up the dog thing, but there is a high anger component.)
And don’t forget about scary nightmares. They’ve already swooped like vampires down upon some Americans. Case in point: In an article last month about therapists reporting a spike in patients with election anxiety, Time magazine related the experience of a 38-year-old Brooklyn woman who dreamed about Donald Trump. “All of a sudden the room is dark and he was looming over me,” she said. “It was frightening and I think I woke up yelling,”
I haven’t read or heard any anecdotes about Hillary-related nightmares, but I suspect she has kept many Americans wide awake far into the wee hours.
The APA offers advice on how to combat the blues. I’ve listed them below along with my own personal interpretation of each APA tip:
Avoid getting into discussions about the election.Walk around with the tips of your forefingers inserted firmly in your ears so you hear nothing.
Limit your media consumption. Paste a big poster of playful kittens over your TV screen and stare hard at the kitties until your nerves calm and you’re not tempted to turn on the news.
Turn off your cell phone’s news feed; take a digital break. Stomp your cell phone to a billion pieces to get rid of all the news apps.
Take some time for yourself, go for a walk, or spend time with friends and family doing things that you enjoy.Escape to the nearest tavern.
Read just enough to stay informed. Focus on Mickey Mouse and Archie comic books.
Channel your concerns to make a positive difference on issues you care about.Buy a bunch of string and roll it into a giant ball to throw at people who want to talk politics.
Remember, life will go on.Yes, so it will. And you’ll probably not end up drinking swampy margaritas with zombies and me in Louisiana.
My final word…that is, my final words: Good luck. Good times to you. Stay healthy physically and mentally. Blessings to Steve Kornacki. And, remember, get good rest…the next presidential election is only a mere four years away.
When Halloween comes lurking around, I sometimes turn back a personal page to Bram Stoker’s Dracula, the granddaddy of literature that laid the foundation for many of today’s horror novels and scary movies. I’ve re-read the novel four or five times in the last four decades.
As I read it this time, in late October and early November, I couldn’t help but draw parallels between this 1897 literary tale of Gothic horror and the 2016 presidential election.
Gothic horror, a genre that came into existence in the 1670s, calls on the reader to suspend his or her disbelief and be willing to accept the idea of something nefarious existing beyond all that is immediately in front of us.
Many famous actors have starred in Dracula movies. Among them is Johnny Depp, who played the monster in a 2012 parody of the popular Dark Shadows Gothic soap opera that aired on TV from 1966 to 1971.
If you will, try transposing this Gothic concept over the political atmosphere of the last year. The result is that every mean twist and bad nuance that we once wouldn’t have believed has suddenly become believable. Because they are real. Belief in the disbelief.
My introduction to Dracula occurred at an intersection of politics and the absurd. I started my first Dracula reading during what seemed an endless wait in a voting line in the 1972 general election (Nixon vs. McGovern), the outcome of which went on to provide real-life Gothic fear—can you say “Watergate” without a spooky shiver rippling along your spine?
Back in ’72, I was enrolled in a literature of horror class at Colorado State University, Fort Collins, Colo. The syllabus: Bram Stoker, Mary Shelley (Frankenstein author), H.P. Lovecraft (various works of horror fiction before his 1937 death), and many others (not Stephen King as his career wasn’t launched until his 1973 Carrie).
Waiting and reading: There I was, in the voting line extending down the long sidewalk from the polling place in the old Fort Collins High School, and then up a long, long sidewalk along a street and far around the corner. Hundreds of people were ahead of me, waiting, waiting, inching forward, for hours.
This was no normal line of people. It was a chilly November day. People were crunched front to back in hopes the line would move faster if you could just nudge forward the person in front of you.
Kate Beckinsale set aside the good girl image of her 2001 Serendipity movie to take on the role of a vampire in the Underworld movies.
So, standing in line, I got in a lot of reading while the afternoon dissolved away. As twilight arrived, the book’s open pages crept closer to my eyes.
It didn’t take long to realize Dracula cast me out of my comfort zone: the eerie journey of Jonathan Harker (a good guy) to Dracula Castle in Transylvania; the count’s three vampire wives materializing in an attempt to snack on Jonathan; and Count Dracula’s calling of wolves to destroy a local woman who came to the castle pleading to get back her baby that the count had stolen so his three wives would have a tasty meal.
Good grief. It was enough to shatter my middle-American upbringing. I was 22 years old and still hoped in the hope of long-lost hopes that Santa Claus existed.
My lips clenched tightly as my vision darted frequently from the pages, right and left, to make sure no Dracula, wolf, bat, or vampire bride would dash out from behind this or that bush along the sidewalks to bury fangs into my throat.
Beating heart: Daylight slipped away all too fast. My heart thudded in my chest (Now I remember thinking, “Ah, a good sign, at least, since, unlike Dracula, my heart is still beating”). Nonetheless, I was short of breath, shorter of courage and long on fear.
It was at the least expected moment that a monstrous clawed hand from behind clamped down onto my right shoulder. Which, of course, instantly terrorized me, forcing an instinctual lurch forward to escape what I was sure would be an ugly, bloody death.
The man himself: Bram Stoker
I collided into the back of the old woman in front of me. She banged into the guy ahead of her. He stumbled ahead into a young lady, and then she fell into a mother with two kids (both quite irritated already from standing in line for an eternity).
The clawed hand, as I discovered once the human dominoes stopped tumbling, belonged to a friend who spotted me after he emerged from the polling place. He just wanted to say howdy. Well, gosh, thanks for the heart attack…
By the time I voted and got home, the night was shrouded with grim darkness. The creaky and creepy house, built in the ’20s, had huge windows in the living and dining rooms, and there was nothing to be seen through the windows but dark and more dark.
And, wait just a Frankenstein moment, did I just see evil red eyes glaring through the darkness? The same vampire eyes that peered through a window and into the bedroom of a maiden I’d just read about?
I rushed to close the drapes, switched on every light and situated myself in a chair in a corner where I could make sure no count or bride or otherwise undead could approach unseen.
Still, I read on.
Today’s fears: My 1972 feelings of fear, anxiety, anticipation of the worst, and dread have all re-surfaced—albeit it in different forms—in the current election as I watch two candidates stalk back and forth, their metaphoric fangs bared, while various minor characters lurch their way in as subplots.
At its core, Dracula is a story about good versus evil, the basic underlying theme of the Gothic horror genre. The antagonist is typically a monster who not only threatens individuals but also society as a whole. In opposition is a hero or, in Dracula’s case, a team of good English gentlemen and a virtuous lady.
Anthony Hopkins as Van Helsing in the 1992 movie, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which of all vampire movies most parallels the book’s storyline and plot.
On which side does Donald Trump land? It’s not a far stretch to say that, in the eyes of many Democrats, Mr. Trump is Dracula incarnate. His very purpose in life is to “drain the swamp” of Washington, D.C., destroy the lives of individual Americans and, if current TV advertisements can be believed, blow up the world with nuclear weapons. In contrast, he and his supporters weave a similar tale about Hillary Clinton, Ms. Dracula incarnate, who would tax individual Americans out of existence while bringing about World War II.
Or so the lines of all their supposed reasonings go.
Gothic horror relies on constructing and sustaining an atmosphere of terror. If you have stayed abreast of politics during the last year, you’ll know the atmosphere of terror has grown and thickened all along, almost on a daily basis. The terror, of course, has not been physical—save for some protester actions at rallies—but our minds and sense of well-being have been assaulted in fierce ways. How many times have you heard friends and acquaintances say, “I’m afraid for our country if Trump gets elected” or “She will destroy us all.” Terror comes in many forms.
Letters and journals: The story of the Dracula novel is told through letters and journal entries of the good-willed characters, the heroes. That style of presentation is a hallmark of the Gothic horror genre.
And, of course, Bela Lugosi in the 1931 Dracula film.
For people who closely track current political affairs, the likely sources of information are the “letter and journal” scribes of our era: Anderson Cooper (CNN), Brian Williams (MSNBC), Rachel Maddow (MSNBC), Sean Hannity (FOX News), Megyn Kelly (FOX News), and other assorted storytellers in television land and in places like the New York Times and Washington Post.
While the reputation of this pack of scribes of today has become tarnished, we nonetheless learn the storyline from them just as readers of Dracula learn the storyline from the written words of Van Helsing, Mina and Jonathan Harker, and Dr. Seward.
Meanwhile, a literary technique used in Gothic horror, including Dracula, is the discovery of a manuscript or aged information that has the potential of turning the tide, saving the day, if you will.
Need I elaborate? If you’re a follower of Mr. Trump, just think emails.
And, of course, there are persecuted maidens in Gothic horror. Through the incremental sucking of their blood, Dracula consumes one, Lucy Westenra, and nearly destroys another, Mina Harker. Both are beautiful flowers transformed by the monster into twisted, withering, poisonous vines.
And thus we arrive at the 12 women who stepped forward after Mr. Trump announced his penchant for using his power to seduce females. Regardless of whether you believe his defense (“It never happened”) or the women’s stories, the truth remains that the women felt persecuted and, in the eyes of some Americans, they were indeed.
Gothic trappings: Many other parallels exist between Gothic horror and the perils brought about by today’s political atmosphere. There are too many to tell here.
Dracula in Nofestru, a 1922 German silent movie, and the vampire movie that I believe is the most scary. Just shows you don’t have to have sound to be terrorized.
But I would be remiss, though, if I didn’t note one parallel that just begs to be made. Gothic horror settings typically involve scary castles or remote mansions where all sorts of strange things go bump in the night.
Even though it’s set in Manhattan, one of the busiest, most populated cities in the world, Trump Tower is a symbol of Gothic proportions: a mystery to most of the world, a place where secret strategies are planned, a behemoth where mere humans far below can be looked down upon just as Dracula did when calling upon the wolves to rip apart the grieving, pleading mother—all characteristics of Dracula’s Castle in Transylvania.
I’d like to emphasize that I would take a jab, too, at Ms. Clinton’s fortress, but the only lair that I’ve seen her retreat to in recent months is her jet. I suppose, in our suspension of disbelief, it is possible for a lair to fly!
Anyway, the other day I spent the afternoon once again re-reading Dracula, this time in a well-lighted place, a Panera’s cafe.
I went home. The darkness of night came on. Shadows lengthened outside the big windows. Any evil red eyes out there?
I quickly snapped down the window shades to be safe from fangs that lurk in the night.
I turned on the television and toggled back and forth between Don Lemon, CNN, and Megyn Kelly, FOX News
“Terror upon us”: Of course, my fat tongue was squarely in my fat cheek as I wrote this blog. However, just think about it. Belief in disbelief. There are suspiciously too many elements of Gothic horror in the election’s landscape to ignore.
I suspect individual Americans aren’t at physical risk, unless President Trump gets us into a nuclear cat fight or President Clinton launches World War III. It’s impossible for Dracula to take over the bodies of our presidential candidates, isn’t it?
Jonathan Harker’s words float back to me from when he contemplated the fate of his band of good guys: “Oh, my God, what have we done to have this terror upon us!”
Now, as I flip the channel over to Rachel Maddow, I ask myself: “Well, what nefarious things have our two Draculas done today?”
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