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Too Soon?

 

Those of us with a slightly (or more) warped sense of humor find ourselves conflicted during times of crisis when empathy and compassion are the order of the day.  Fortunately or unfortunately, whatever gene takes us to the dark side of humor is unaffected by war, terrorism or now a global pandemic.  That became evident yesterday during a phone call with my cousin.

After checking up on each others’ well-being, we began to talk about the impact this pandemic has had on our lives.  As is now being documented in the media, we are NOT in this together.  Some of us have spacious homes and back yards where we can enjoy many routine comforts or “anti-social distancing” for a few minutes.  Some of us do not anxiously await a relief check to pay the rent or buy the next meal.  Some of us are not confined to a residential facility where one coronavirus carrier threatens the safety of a hundred others.

Despite that realization, my sick humor gene still kicks in.  First, it was the advantage of age.  “You know, there IS an up side of being seniors.  The trade off of being old is we are more likely to die from the virus, but at least we do not have to put up with our children 24/7.”

The next one-liner focused on the value of the “coronavirus alibi” to avoid things you do not want to do.   Last week I had an on-line annual checkup with my family doctor.   Having just reached the tender age of 70, he suggested I have a colonoscopy, which fortunately falls into the category of elective procedures.  “Forget the debate over the acceptable number of people who have to die to re-open the economy.  My concern is how long the shutdown needs to be in force to delay my colonoscopy.” (I cannot wait to see what Larry David comes up with for next season on Curb Your Enthusiasm.)

But as Arlo Guthrie said, “That is not what I came here to talk about.”  For me, “too soon” more aptly refers to the time frame in which so many lives have ended over the past two months. Some are obvious.

  • EMT Gregory Hodge of the New York Fire Department, age 59, a first responder on 9/11.
  • Quen Agbor Ako, 53, worked at a nursing facility in Randallstown, Maryland, leaving behind a husband and four children.
  • Cody Lyster, 21, a college student and member of the baseball team at Colorado Mesa University.

However, I find it hard to have any less sympathy for those who led what anyone would surely describe as long and full lives before being prematurely struck down by the virus. Consider the following.

  • Patricia Bosworth, actor and biographer, age 86, who appeared in “The Nun’s Story” with Audrey Helpburn and chronicled the careers of Marlon Brando, Jane Fonda and Montgomery Clift.
  • Ellis Marsalis, Jr., 85, who inspired and mentored generations of jazz musicians including his own sons.
  • Retired federal judge Kevin Thomas Duffy, 87, who presided at the World Trade Center bombing trial in 1993.
  • Dr. John Murray, 92, who ironically specialized in acute respiratory distress.

Keep Big Mama away from her grandbabies and the coronavirusThese feelings apply not only to the famous or those with distinguished resumés.  They cover every elderly grandparent or great-grandparent, every educator or mentor, every role model who had one more hug, one more teaching moment or one more example to share.

It does not matter if they had died of natural or non-virus related causes one day, week, month or year later.  COVID-19 has robbed us, even if only briefly, of their talent, knowledge, experience and inspiration.  Each and every death accelerated by the coronavirus, regardless of the victim’s age, is one death TOO SOON.  Stay well.  

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Cringe Watching

 

The guests at the last dinner gathering my wife and I attended before the “Great Isolation” included two of the three friends who share responsibility for the monthly “Cinema and Conversations” events we host at our local bookstore.  Naturally, our conversation turned to the topic of film, especially since the Academy Awards show had aired the previous Sunday.  When asked how I felt about Parasite taking home so many Oscars, I responded I thought it was deserving with the caveat I did not think much of the competition.

1940 Academy Awards - Actress VIVIEN LEIGH with her "Best Actress ...For most cinephiles, the gold standard remains 1939.  Imagine having to chose between Gone With the Wind, The Wizard of Oz, Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Goodbye Mr. Chips, Of Mice and Men and Stagecoach for Best Picture.  (HISTORICAL NOTE: The category was then called “Outstanding Production” which is why the Oscar for Best Picture is still handed to the producers who manage the business of film making rather than the creative talent.)  Each of the 2019 nominees had their moments, e.g. a shirtless Brad Pitt in Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood according to one female friend.  But I doubt, 50 years from now, many will break into the American Film Institute’s “100 Best Films of All Time.”

For movie lovers, being confined to one’s home is reminiscent of an episode of The Twilight Zone titled “Time Enough at Last.”  Burgess Meredith plays a bank clerk who loves to read.  When he becomes the sole survivor of a nuclear war, by virtue of being in the underground bank vault when the attack occurs, he sees it as the opportunity of a lifetime to spend every waking hour immersed in books.  I will not spoil the ending for those who may be binge watching a Rod Serling marathon on Hulu.

Which brings me to last night.  Imagine, all the time in the world to catch up on the films you had been too busy to take in during normal times.  I started with the HBO premiere movie Good Boys, a raunchy coming-of-age story which had received positive reviews (80/100 on Rotten Tomatoes).  Five minutes into the narrative, I was reaching for the remote control.  My next choice was a 2019 independent production The Party, not to be confused with the 1968 film of the same name starring Peter Sellers and Claudine Longet.  This selection was based largely on the fact the cast included Patricia Clarkson who is chiseled on my Mount Rushmore of female actors and it received an 81 rating on Rotten Tomatoes.  However, my attention lasted less than 15 minutes before the parade of dysfunctional house guests engaged in drugs and pending violence were dismissed.  A British anthology found the same fate.  I feared I was becoming a panelist on The Gong Show and finished the evening with a crossword puzzle and an episode of “The Whistler” on Sirius XM’s Radio Classics channel.

Having access to and the time to sample so many films that never made it to theaters is painful, yet enlightening.  Above all, I have a new-found appreciation for the scions of the movie industry who occasionally deliver a magical moment through visual story telling.  It is not unlike the fairy tale where the princess kisses many frogs before she finds her true love.  In the business world, it is akin to the venture capitalist who invests in ten business not knowing which one will become the next Skype or Apple.

Does anyone honestly think in 1987 the head of Columbia Pictures said, “I have an idea for a terrible movie.  Let’s hire Elaine May to direct.  And we’ll get Dustin Hoffman and Warren Beatty to star in it.”?  Ishtar seemed like a good idea on paper.  Sadly, that is where it should have stayed.  Yet, without taking the risk associated with a hundred Ishtars and Giglis, there would be no Casablanca or Midnight Cowboy.

So, the next time you ask yourself, “Who could have possibly thought this dreck was entertaining or worth watching?”, just remember you may only have to do this for the next 30 or 60 days.  Some poor soul does it for a living.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Training Day

My religious studies also taught me how to analyze complex problems. When you study Torah, you learn how to peel an onion. You learn to look at a situation, a single word or phrase, and to appreciate that even one word can have multiple interpretations.

~Dan Bricklin/”Natural-Born Entrepreneur”

Dan Bricklin | The BLN“Dan Bricklin” is not a household name,  but he and his partner Bob Frankston were responsible for creating a killer application, the first electronic spreadsheet program VisiCalc, which transformed personal commuters from a novelty into a must-have business tool.  The above quote comes from Bricklin’s article in the September 2001 issue of the Harvard Business Review.  Although he and Frankston were students in Harvard’s executive MBA program in 1979 when they began writing the code for VisiCalc, Bricklin acknowledges his ability to visualize and then develop the concept was the result not only of his business training, but every other learning experience which preceded his studies in Cambridge.

Bricklin’s reference to his religious training seems even more relevant when you look at the comparisons between the federal response to the current pandemic and those of governors such as Andrew Como (NY), Larry Hogan (MD), Gretchen Whitmer (MI) or Mike DeWine (OH).  Several commentators have suggested the inadequate federal response validates the theory this is what you get when the president has neither military or public service experience.  Yet Como, Hogan, Whitmer and DeWine never faced anything which could have possibly prepared them for the level of crisis management the current situation requires.  Therefore, without the advantage of past experience, the difference between success and failure depends on the application of universal principles developed over a lifetime of formal education and self-learning.

It was this epiphany which took me back to my time at the National Governors Association (NGA), in particular, an event called the “New Governors School.”  Within two weeks of election day, NGA invites new governors-elect to a series of workshops taught by sitting governors.  In 1990, the opening presentation was delivered by outgoing Illinois governor James Thompson, during which he gave the audience two pieces of advice.

  • Governing requires a different skill set than campaigning.  Do not appoint your campaign manager to be your chief of staff.
  • Heed Murphy’s law.  The very first appointment you need to make is the director of emergency management.  How you respond to a crisis, and there will be one, will define your legacy.

Although my bias is toward governors, I know the United States Conference of Mayors and the National Counties Association provide similar learning experiences for their incoming members.

A second benefit of these conclaves is a direct result of the social activities which accompany the instruction.  Dining together on the floor of Rupp Arena at the University of Kentucky or enjoying a concert by the West Virginia Symphony at the Greenbrier Resort created a level of comfort simply by being among others who were also entering a new phase of their public service careers.  Political scientists and media pundits can speculate what it is like to be a governor, but only those who wear the same shoes can tell you how it feels.

Sadly, there is no such thing as a “New Presidents School.”  Though there could be.  Imagine if the next president, within days of November 3rd, invited all living presidents to the transition office.  Not to rehash history because it is impossible to predict the exact nature of the next crisis.  Hurricane Katrina was not a replay of September 11.  Deepwater Horizon was not a sequel to Katrina.  What these events had in common was the need for sound principles of governing, when employed, can resolve or at least mitigate the negative impacts.  Imagine George Bush telling the next commander-in-chief, “Don’t pick a major donor to run FEMA or any other agency with critical responsibilities.”  Or Barack Obama advising a successor, “Don’t rely on corporations which cause a problem to resolve it.  Jump in immediately.”

Absent such an experience for the next occupant of the Oval Office, may I suggest the next president read “Natural-Born Entrepreneur” on the day after the November election.  Imagine how the spring of 2020 might have been different if Donald Trump was aware of what Bricklin shares with aspiring entrepreneurs.

You don’t have to be perfect.  I learned to accept that I would make mistakes and the crowd wouldn’t rip me to shreds.

First, understand your talent and what you bring to an endeavor.  Even today at Trellix, the company I founded to build Internet publishing tools, my title isn’t president or chief executive officer. It’s chief technology officer, a role I planned to hold from the very beginning.

Don’t wait to get started.  Or at least understand that if you wait, you may have less flexibility in making trade-offs.

I’ve arranged my affairs so that on short notice I can afford to live without a salary for a year.  This approach has allowed me to keep the business going longer.

Dan Bricklin is no Nostradamus.  In 2001, when he first offered this advice, he did not predict the disruption and suffering associated with this global pandemic.  It only seems relevant because the lessons are timeless, not tied to any specific situation.  When and where you learn these lessons is irrelevant.  Willingness to absorb and heed them is the key.  In other words, make every day a “training day.”

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

CULTure in America

 

One need not go back very far in American history to understand the danger of cults.  Consider the following three examples.

On November 18, 1978, 909 men, women and children ingested lethal doses of a poison-spiked powered drink at the direction of Jim Jones, leader of the People’s Temple which morbidly resulted in the phrase “drinking the Kool-Aid.”  (HISTORICAL FOOTNOTE:  Several accounts of the mass suicide suggest Kool-Aid did not deserve this bad rap.  The lethal mixture actually contained the doppelganger Flavor-Aid.)

In 1993, followers of Branch Davidian leader David Koresh chose to make an Alamo-like defense of the order’s Mount Carmel Center in Axtell, Texas.  The siege, precipitated when Koresh refused to honor warrants obtained by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms to search the premises and arrest Koresh on charges of stockpiling illegal weapons, lasted for 51 days.  It ended in a fierce gun battle during which the Center caught fire resulting in the deaths of 76 Branch Davidians including women, children as well as Koresh.  (NOTE: In testimony before the Danforth Commission tasked with investigating the incident, surviving members of the siege reported that Koresh ordered the perimeter of the Center be set on fire to deter an anticipated attack by ATF armored vehicles.)

Four years later, 39 members of the Heaven’s Gate religious order, led by a disgraced former Presbyterian minister Marshall Applewhite, were discovered dead in the sect’s rented mansion which they named, “The Monastery.”  Left behind was a tape of Applewhite assuring his followers they would be whisked to heaven by an alien spacecraft which was trailing the Hale-Bopp comet.

What is most hard to fathom is not the existence of crazy individuals who profess prophesies and conspiracies absent of any factual evidence.  It is that their followers accept their nonsense as gospel.  If cult leaders kept their “wisdom” to themselves, they would be a minor footnote in history.  Instead of headlines that document suicide/murder of dozens of their followers, reports that an individual who believed in extraterrestrial deliverers had taken his own life would have been on the inside pages of major newspapers, if covered at all.

Which brings us to February 28, 2020 and the realization that Donald Trump has taken on the characteristics of both an autocrat and a cult leader.  What is the difference?  An autocrat imposes his world view on others.  Followers of a cult leader willingly accept and spread his representation of any situation.  This could not have been more clear than when I opened today’s edition of our local paper to the editorial page and found an opinion piece by area financial advisor Steve Nicklas titled, “The fear of coronavius.”  Based on the following three excerpts there is no doubt a modern day Darth Vader would observe, “The Kool-Aid is strong with this one.”

Most health officials will not exaggerate the potential impacts of a malady, but in contrast, Dr. Nancy Messonnier’s performance sounded like a exaggeration on steroids.  She is head of the National Center for Immunization and Respiratory Diseases and is FBI agent Rod Rosenstein’s sister.  (Dr. ESP:  Rosenstein was not an FBI agent, but deputy attorney general under Jeff Sessions and Bill Barr.  One would think Nicklas could keep his deep state actors straight.)

Trump cited the 15 cases of coronavirus in the U.S., with those inflicted recovering quickly, except for one. (Dr. ESP: I think he meant afflicted unless COVID-19 microbes physically assault their victims before invading their bodies.) In comparison the generic flu causes as many as 60,000 deaths in the U.S. each year.  So you should put things in perspective.  The mortality rate of the coronavirus is in the 2 percent range by the way.

With precautions that have been taken already, such as restrictions on travel into our country from inflicted regions, and the premier U.S. health care professionals tracking the virus’ every move, we are in good hands.

Let’s take this assessment point by point.  According to Nicklas, and the major proponent of this conspiracy theory Rush Limbaugh, Dr. Messonnier’s 25 years at the Center of Disease Control are cancelled out by the fact she is related to a former deputy attorney general.  Nicklas is not the least bit bothered that his fearless leader now requires all messaging about the virus to come through Mike Pence.  Business Insider, hardly a bastion of liberal propaganda, reported this morning that Dr. Anthony Fauci, director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases, who has served every presidential administration since Ronald Reagan, has been barred from speaking publicly about the virus without approval.  So much for public debate about the dangers and responses to what seems more like a global pandemic with each passing day.

Like his idol, Nicklas also chooses to cherry pick data.  Yes, during the 2017-18 flu season there were 61,099 deaths out of 44.8 million cases or a mortality rate of 0.14 percent compared to Nicklas’ own reporting of a current death rate of 2.0 percent for the coronavirus.  But if you take data for the most recent flu season for which statistical information is available (2018-19), there were only 34.157 deaths out of 35,520,883 cases or 0.096 percent.  In other words you are 2,000 percent more likely to die from the coronavirus than from the general flu.  One must admit, if there is one thing Trump and his cult followers are good at, it is false equivalency.

I do not know when Nicklas drafted his essay, but he draws heavily on Trump’s Wednesday press conference.  So what has happened since we were assured everything was “in good hands?”

  • Individuals from infected regions of the world were allowed back into the United States contrary to health officials’ warnings there should be further quarantines.
  • The medical teams that attended to those returning Americans did not have the proper equipment to protect themselves from contracting the virus.
  • The first reported case of unknown origin has been documented in California.
  • There are inadequate supplies of testing kits to determine whether a patient has the coronavirus.
  • The CDC has been prohibited since February 10 from reporting the number of “Patients Under Investigation” as possible coronavirus carriers.
  • Secretary of Health and Human Services Alexander Azar, whom Nicklas refers to as “more measured” claimed he was “still chairman of the task force,” even after Trump announced Pence’s selection at the press conference.
  • CDC’s own website continues to assess the situation as “the potential public health threat posed by COVID-19 is high, both globally and to the United States.”
  • And the global equity markets have been anything but calmed by Trump’s assurances with the largest and quickest declines in history.

I suspect followers of Jim Jones, David Koresh and Marshall Applewhite continued to believe these cult leaders could do no wrong as they partook of toxic cocktails or set fires to forestall their pursuers.  It is that blind deference which gives a leader the determination and belief that he is right even when every thread of evidence suggests otherwise.

It was not poison or flames that killed the inhabitants of Jonestown, the Mount Carmel Center or The Monastery.  It was allegiance to their respective leaders.  Likewise, microbes will not be the major cause of death in the event of a truly horrific pandemic, but lack of transparency and failure to confront power which is more interested in their approval ratings and stock portfolios than the health and safety of the American people.  For no other reason, now more than ever, America needs a president not a cult ringleader.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP

 

Laughter Is the Best Everything

 

NOTE: It is still Ash Wednesday on the West Coast.  And because, at 70 years of age, I may completely forget everything I want to say in this post by the time Yom Kippur rolls around, I ask forgiveness of my Catholic readers for usurping their observance to address my sinful obsession with comics and comedy. 

This evening ended as they almost always do in our household.  I suffer from tinnitus and find it easier to fall asleep by donning earbuds and listening to either music or one of my favorite comedy albums.  My taste in music is stuck in a time warp where the imaginary disc jockey in my head only plays folkies, remnants of the British rock invasion or soundtracks from old movies or Broadway musicals.  In the age of Trump, my preference when it comes to humor tilts toward the politically acerbic ranging from Mort Sahl to George Carlin to Sarah Silverman to Lewis Black to Ron Wood, Jr.

Booga! Booga!But tonight, for some serendipitous reason, “I dug deep down into the old pack of cigarettes” (a phrase coined by John Denver referring to one of his early hit songs) and chose David Steinberg’s 1974 album “Booga!  Booga!” I was on the cusp of slumber when I reached Track #8 titled, “Prejudice.”  And was reminded why so many of my recent blogs begin with an excerpt from a stand-up performance.  The following is the entire three minute, 43 second routine recorded at the Cellar Door in Washington, DC.

The country doesn’t belong to us.  People who signed the Declaration of Independence, they got the country early and the still hold it.  It belongs to the blond haired John Deans, the short haired Bob Haldemans and the no-haired John Mitchells.  And the cottage cheese and ketchup Richard Nixon.

I want them to loosen their grasp, but I’m no one to look at how terrible they are or corrupt because I recognize my own capacity for evil.  I just put it in a different perspective.  What they did is based on a philosophy and  a theory developed by Plato or Socrates.  It’s called, “Save your ass.”

You know why Nixon and his boys can’t believe what happened to them.  Not because of the reenactment of democratic principles.  I don’t believe so. The reason they can’t believe what happened to them is because they got caught by a black man.  A black who, in their minds, they put in his place years ago.  A night watchman at the Watergate complex.  A night watchman with his lantern, just walking, checking out those rooms.  Meanwhile, they’re in California winning the gubernatorial race, beating Helen Gahagan Douglas and the Washington Post.  And he’s just walking, checking out those rooms, waiting for that mystical moment when the door is left open just a crack.  But it’s enough to see the torn underwear under America’s tuxedo.  And when he closes his hand tight on them, he brings a little bit of America back and gets it out of their grasp.  And I find that exciting.

I want to believe John Mitchell was telling the truth, but then his nose starts to grow.  John Connolly is one of those rare instances of a rat swimming toward a sinking ship.  Nixon has the kind of career that every six years self destructs.

Having read numerous books about the Watergate era, none captures the essence of the times better than Steinberg’s less than four minute recitation.  If only someone could do the same when it comes to the Trump years.  Where is David Steinberg when we sorely need him?  And then I realized this 1974 routine was a template for the future, a political version of Mad Libs.  All I had to do was fill in the blanks.

In 2020, the country belongs to the blond haired Ivanka Trumps, the short-haired Steven Millers and the no-haired Wilbur Rosses.  And the KFC and Diet Coke Donald Trump.

Their disregard for the Constitution and the rule of law is based on the philosophy of Atwater and Ailes, “Protect your power at all costs.”

And why are they so angry.  Because briefly a black man (substitute Barack Obama for Watergate security guard Frank Wills) created a mystical moment, cracking open the door behind which they thought they would always be protected.  A black man they thought they had put in his place years ago.  A too short eight year period which took America out of their grasp.  But brought on another glimpse at the torn underwear under America’s tuxedo.

I want to believe Kellyanne Conway is telling the truth but her nose keeps growing.  And Bill Barr is that rare instance of a rat swimming toward a sinking ship.  And like Nixon, every few years, Trump’s career in business, television or politics does implode.

So let me introduce you to the freshest, new comedian on the American scene William Shakespeare.  Tickets to his 30-city comedy tour “The Past Is Prologue” are now available on Ticketmaster.

For what it’s worth.
Dr. ESP