Megyn Kelly Hates on the Black National Anthem Being Sung at Super Bowl & FL GOP Pol Wants to Execute and Display Bodies of Climate Change Protestors
Megyn Kelly Hates on the Black National Anthem Being Sung at Super Bowl & FL GOP Pol Wants to Execute and Display Bodies of Climate Change Protestors
MTG Claims She Can Smell Bullshit--Except Her Own, A Monument to Honor Wrongfully Imprisoned Japanese Americans Finally Gets All the Names Right, Two Book Recommendations, The Chi-Lites Sing "Oh Girl"
What I’m Discussing Today:
Kareem’s Daily Quote: A few lines from Philip Larkin’s poem “Days” make me ponder the tyranny and freedom of each day.
Trump-Loving Pol Wants to Execute Climate Change Protesters: He wants to hang the protestors and display their bodies to the public. You know, the way England did when we revolted against them for their harsh treatment of colonists.
Marjorie Taylor Greene claims ‘bullshit’ as expert says Covid vaccine saved 14m lives: Does the national IQ average drop every time she says something?
Megyn Kelly, the Woman Who Defended Blackface, said Black National Anthem 'Does Not Belong at Super Bowl': Oh, Megyn, the struggle to remain relevant is taking its toll. We get that you’ve chosen not to learn any lessons from your past racism. Congrats.
A monument honors Japanese Americans incarcerated during World War II by listing every name: Please don’t skip this homage to the 125,000 wrongfully imprisoned Japanese Americans. This is especially relevant today after the revelation that Trump wants to build internment camps for migrants.
What I’m Reading Now: Two highly recommended books: Mistakes Were Made (but Not By Me): Why We Justify Foolish Beliefs, Bad Decisions, and Hurtful Acts, and Joker/Harley: Criminal Sanity, a riveting graphic novel.
Kareem’s Video Break: This is a little boy you wish you could talk to every day. He is the elixir of pure enthusiasm and joy.
The Chi-Lites sing “Oh Girl”: You’ll be dazzled by the outfits and amused by the dance moves, but you will be lifted by their sweet seventies soul sound.
Kareem’s Daily Quote
What are days for?Days are where we live.They come, they wake usTime and time over.They are to be happy in:Where can we live but days?
excerpt from “Days” by Philip Larkin
“Days are where we live” is one of the simplest yet most profound lines I’ve ever read. It is zen-like in its stark obviousness but has dark depths to plummet for those willing to dive. It is at once a lament as well as a joyful embrace.
Let’s start with the lament. Days are how we divide our lives, like prisoners carving each line on the cell wall to mark the passing. The day confines us and sometimes defines us with our to-do lists and harried running around. “Where did the time go?” we complain after a particularly productive day or even a non-productive day, because days can’t tell the difference. They don’t care what you do.
But we are vividly aware that days are finite coins to be spent wisely if we only knew what wisely entailed. One day we will reach into the pocket and come up empty of days.
Yet, there is joy in that as well. When we can force ourselves to remember the value of days, we tend to make them more precious, and more fulfilling. No, we can’t watch the sunset and sunrise every day to celebrate life because that too will become rote, another box on the to-do list. Plus, we have stuff that needs to get done to support ourselves, our families, and our communities. Kipling’s “If you can fill the unforgiving minute/With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run” is fine when you’re trying to motivate yourself from slothfulness. But the reality is that sometimes you get farther when you don’t run.
The key, I believe, is to find joy in specific moments of the day rather than to make the whole day a desperate attempt at forced happiness. Every day there should be at least two things you do that you look forward to doing. Doing them brings you such satisfaction that you forget you’re trapped inside a day that is on pace to leave you behind to join all the others in your trail. Each day that passes without you doing something that brings you joy—playing an album, reading a book, going for a walk, talking to a friend—is a day to lament.
Shakespeare’s Macbeth says, “Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow/Creeps in this petty pace from day to day…” Ain’t that the truth? But that petty pace need not grind us down, it can also lift us up. On the other hand, Scarlett O’Hara reminds us that despite her loss of everything she cared about, “After all, tomorrow is another day.” You know what to do.