• Love and Relationships,  Personal Growth,  Psychology of Life,  Womens Issues

    Friendship! A Scary Idea

    Hannah Wei at Unsplash

    I was walking through a grand reopening at Aldi’s. The store was completely packed, the grocery baskets were bumper to bumper. A couple of times, strangers reached out to talk with me about little things like the aisle width or the temperature of the store. Each time it happened, I panicked. I could feel my stomach dropping and my fear escalating to the top of my scalp. The panic was for no reason, no reason at all. Friendly people were just making comments in Aldi. Something that happens in grocery stores every day all across America.

    Ironically, back at home (before the Aldi trip) I had just joined a chat room to assuage my loneliness. It didn’t occur to me until later in the day how unreasonable my thinking is.

    I am completely reluctant, and even scared, to start a conversation with a stranger. Even if that stranger is a little old lady in a grocery store, asking for help. Online, I am fearless in my quest to find new friends. What gives? And why the difference, panic versus fearlessness?

    Part of what is at issue with really reaching out to humans instead of computer screens is that humans are messy. They need you at the most inconvenient of times. They always call when you are busy and sometimes humans disagree with you.

    You can work through issues, but still not be level in real life. And this is one of those instances.

    “Trauma compromises our ability to engage with others by replacing patterns of connection with patterns of protection” – Stephen Porges

    Why make the effort to have real human relationships when, in the past, you’ve been hurt so much? Real relationships require effort, compromise and even sacrifice. There is an investment and there are times when that investment is a mistake; or it sets you up for pain.

    With quasi-relationships that are only real on my computer screen, I don’t have to make those sacrifices. I pick up my computer – when I feel like it. I respond to emails – when I feel like it. I provide comfort and support with words when I have the energy to do so, not when someone needs me to provide that support. That’s because I can put my computer away.

    Obviously, you cannot put your friend away anymore than you can put yourself away. Humans don’t operate like that. We feel when we feel, we need when we need. Real friendship develops after you have waded through the anxiety and pain of the first few meetings. It is unwieldy and inconvenient.

    Humans are messy, demanding, blubbering and even bloody. When you love them, you might end up spending time in their world and that world may not be as pleasant as your own. *Gasp*, other humans can disagree with you and even disapprove of; or be disappointed by a decision that you have made. That, my friends, can be challenging.

    And again, there is that feeling of panic that accompanied the mild overture that the little old lady in Aldi made towards me. Will I be hurt again, will she try to put me down because she is unhappy, will she treat me like Betty, Sheila or Jack? Ultimately hurting my feelings and treating me badly?

    I have to weigh it all out, but in the end, I know that the only friendship worth having is a real friendship with a real human. One that can cause inconvenience, because she calls too late at night, one that can be annoying because she doesn’t approve of my OCD habits. I’ll choose a friend that can ask me for a favor at inconvenient times. The reason I do this is simple. My computer – no matter how much reading and chatting I do – doesn’t keep me company. The computer won’t hold my hand when I am sick, hug me when I am sad or sit with me when I need a companion. A computer can’t do those things for me. So, yes, I will. I will sacrifice the convenience of my life to have my companions. I will drive 100 miles, buy gifts when I have no money, listen when I have no time. For love. And I will keep on trying. Because, that hug is worth it.

    Listening to a Friend JB August 2019
  • Economic Equality (A Goal),  It is What it is...,  Love and Relationships,  Psychology of Life,  Wise Words

    Oprah, please stop saying Karma is real, it’s not, this is…

    Scott Umstattd / Unsplash

    Please stop saying “karma is real”. It isn’t. When you say it, it implies that those people who have suffered terribly with pain and loss, somehow deserved it, by just not being good enough. If they had lived a good enough life, karma would not have zapped them and made them suffer.

    My mother worked all of her life. She worked from the time she was sixteen until she had a stroke (between shifts), as a bartender at age 67. She gave her love and her heart endlessly to everyone. The funeral director who oversaw her service, told me that he had never had anyone pass away, that brought so many visitors to his establishment. The funeral home was crowded for hours and hours, with people who wanted to see her one more time. She was so loved, and incredibly popular because of her loving nature.

    Make no mistake, my mother never caught a break. She worked and worked and then she worked some more. She was always tired and often discouraged. When her long time employer sold out; he broke every promise that he had ever made to her. It was easy for him to do, because as the owner, he had absolute right to disappoint her. Instead of a retirement fund, he gave her a small bonus and sold her to the next bar owner. Yes, much like slavery, my mother never had a say in her own life. Karma never kicked in for her. She never received economic gain from her solid and thoughtful hard.work.of.fifty.years.

    She raised seven kids in a harsh rural environment. And yet, she was the mother who took everyone trick-or-treating. She was the mother who welcomed all of the disenfranchised into her home. She was the mother who gave to all and anyone. She was lovely, she was joyful, and she was tired.

    Where was her karma? Why didn’t she ever receive the good that she gave? It wasn’t for lack of love; she gave that unconditionally and generously to anyone who crossed her path.

    I say that about the sick, the hurt and those who have suffered great injustices.

    Where is their karma, why haven’t they received good for their good? It is not the fault or even the karma — of anyone who gets sick. Sickness travels the bodies of anyone and everyone, without regard to human judgment or rules. Sickness is a physical phenomena that will attack: rich, poor, ugly, beautiful, good, bad, child or adult. Sickness does not care who it attacks. Sickness lays waste to good lives, particularly here in America, where illness is expensive, very, very expensive.

    Hear this: there is no tit-for-tat of the universe.

    Justice is a human construct.

    Karma is not a reality that westerners can adopt to make sense of their own world.

    Why do so many people believe in Karma? It’s our culture currently: the wealthy use it to justify their riches and the bad use it to justify their crimes. Everyone in between is just trying to get by.

    What is real and what works? Love works, plain and simple, love works. Loving and giving are always rewarded. Yet, it is a reward of not rewarding. The rewards are deep and profoundly felt by those who love and are loved.

    Love works, and is a gift unto itself, has no reason.

    You may want to receive because of your love, but that is not real love. Love gives, and yet is not a reward. Real love simply is. Full Stop.

  • Psychology of Life

    My Body Turmoil or Fashion at Age 60

    Youth & Beauty
    Magazines Define Beauty

    Just get over it.  I’ve been agonizing this issue for a decade…and it’s crazy how fast time flies.

    I’m not even sure when it happened.  How did I go from being sexy to being matronly?  A body figure that is staying no matter what dieting and exercise I do.  My body shape just is.  I have a European body style inherited from my Irish/Italian mother: protruding stomach and no hips at all.

    10 Years ago?

    I fought the matronly type tooth and nail, but guess what?  It has nothing to do with dress, it’s all about the body shape.  The real problem is me: I just don’t want to accept that my body doesn’t fit the sexy script of popular America.

    Why and when did this happen?  My metabolism slowed down to a zero.  Even though I have changed my entire diet dramatically and completely, I weigh the same as I did when I was eating cake.  It appears that my metabolism is evolutions way of telling me that I am no longer useful as a life producing and energy producing entity.  Dang.

    It is my resistance that is the restriction on my happiness.  I spend hours shopping for the exact right garment and nothing fits.  It doesn’t fit because, in so many ways, I am still shopping for the old me.  No, I cannot wear spandex, no I cannot wear a pencil skirt, no I cannot wear short shirts or short shorts, not if I want to have self-respect.  I keep returning clothes, or even selling them on Thredup.  The older I get, the more of my old wardrobe is useless.

    Now, I am struggling with the wardrobe of retirement.  All of those sharp and stylish career looks are useless now.  What just happened?  First my body goes south on me (literally), then my lifestyle is upended by a dramatic change: from the workforce to my home + the grocery store.

    Aww, darn it, can I just add one more complaint?  It is hot here in Florida, and no winter for the past five years has required a coat – none.  We used to need coats, if only for a week, here and there, not anymore.  So, there goes another piece of my wardrobe mishaps and disasters.

    What do I buy on my limited budget, without increasing the matronly perception?  I don’t want to be defined by my look.  However, in order to be real to myself, I have to attend to my look.  I am aware of perceptions about me, particularly perceptions that are based on my look.

    I care about how I am perceived.  How I look feels important to me.  I have read lots of blogs about aging fashion.  I do not feel that they have assisted in any way.  One website suggested a uniform for my lifestyle.  Clothing manufacturers rarely assist older and larger women.  There are few style choices: look trashy in spandex or like a tent in polyester. Choices are limited and in order to create a great look, I had to go to different places, and break into new ways of thinking to come up with a plan.  Many style experts rely on scarves and sweaters to camouflage the older woman body type.  You just cannot do that in Florida, unless you really want to look like a fool.

    My old stand-by is LLBean. I have purchased from them for decades.  They are definitely stepping up their game in blue jeans.  However, I have difficulty with getting a variety of tunic length shirts that fit just right.  As with any clothing manufacturer, sometimes a large fits and sometimes I need an extra large.

    In part, I have had to change my beliefs around clothing.  I used to have a dress-up section in my closet, it was a section strictly for working at the office. Since I have long been concerned with comfort, much of what is there is appropriate for errands and social gatherings. But, I have to change my beliefs about that clothing; it used to be off limits for weekends, or anything casual.  I can dress this clothing down, just as I can dress it up. So now, the goal is to find more purpose and use out of clothing that previously had only one function. I also can redefine how I feel about clothing in general. I used to always be looking for sales on blouses and slacks and I always had a black skirt. Now, I don’t need that kind of pressure in my life, yet it’s hard to turn off after thirty years. Note to self: Don’t buy any more blouses, and, what do you need skirts for?

    In the meantime, I can wear that pretty blouse to a friend’s house, and slacks are comfy when it’s chilly outside.

    The biggest belief change comes around and with my body. I don’t want to look like a 16 year old model – I really don’t. I also willingly relinquish that sexy look, because it is so much pressure. If matronly is what it is, then I’m going to love what it is. The truth is that it is important to redefine beauty in this culture. Feminine beauty should not be a thing that magazines and men decide it to be. Female beauty must be a thing that women decide, based on reality and not another’s perception.

    If you come across me and you make an attempt to dismiss me because I am matronly, don’t be surprised when I come back at you as valuable and attractive.

    Being Beautiful

  • Personal Growth,  Psychology of Life,  Wise Words

    What Do You Believe?

    You live your life based on your beliefs and although you create your beliefs you may not know them.  It is for this reason that you end up making the same relationship mistakes over and over again.  It is for this reason that you must recognize your beliefs so that you can work with them, or get rid of them.

    • How do you recognize your beliefs? 
    • How do you know that you even have beliefs that you are not aware of? 
    • Do you keep on making the same old mistakes over and over again? 
    • Do you repeat relationship mistakes? 
    • Do you keep having the same relationship but with a different person?

    Beliefs are reflected in actions (failed relationships) and in thinking (“it’s hard to find love”).  It is in the thinking and in the actions that you can recognize your beliefs.  Another way to recognize your belief systems is to review your spending.  What are you spending money on?  If a good amount of money is being spent on your home, you have a belief that your home is a priority in your life.

    It is in the thinking that you can make real changes.  It is in the action that you can make things different.

    Do you feel that you are worthy?  Does your life reflect your worthiness?  Look around you, are you feeling valued and validated?  If you are not, it could be your thinking, or it could be your actions, but for sure it is your own beliefs.  You may have a job that pays well, yet you don’t feel valued there.

    You may not believe that you are valuable.  That belief has led you to thinking in a way that invalidates you.  When you receive a compliment you say “that was luck” or perhaps you say to yourself “that Bill is always trying to butter me up”.  So, you take a simple compliment that can validate you and you turn it into something negative so that you can prove your belief that you are not valuable.  Just like that, you have kept yourself down with your thoughts.

    Truly, if you do not want to hear something, you will not hear it.  It is as if you are deaf.  This is your subconscious refusing to change.  Words that you cannot “believe” will not be heard.  Again, this is you desperately hanging onto a belief that is no longer real, no longer true.  You may not even be aware that you are doing this.

    As a young person, did you suffer betrayal?  Did others abuse your trust?  Perhaps you formulated a belief that people cannot be trusted.  You will always seek ways to reinforce this belief until you recognize your belief and commit to experiencing your life in the new instead of in the past.  All beliefs are made of the past.  This does not mean that beliefs are bad, it simply means that your life is better if you recognize them and make peace with them. 

    Beliefs and thinking …. (I am worthless) Neutral event occurs(neighbor gets a promotion)….emotions occur (discouragement)….thinking that reinforces beliefs (I am worthless) and thinking closes the loop.

    JB Drawing

    New events get routed through the same old belief systems that were in place before the new event occurred.

    An example of this might be a young person who loses some money.  Because of their own beliefs about their own self worth, the internal dialogue might be “I’m worthless, I can’t hang onto anything, I’ll never have spending money.”  Instead, as a neutral event, the response might be “I’ll have to retrace my steps and find that money, I think I’ll call the restaurant where I ate.” 

    The first person started out with a negative belief about self and used the neutral event of losing money as a means of reinforcing the negative beliefs the person already had about him/herself.  The second person took a neutral event and went straight to taking action about it.

    JB Drawing

    In order to stay out of the same old treadmill, being open to what is actually occurring in the present moment is a must.  This requires a neutral position rather than a judgmental position.  This is a difficult task.  Putting the past in the past is a major accomplishment.

  • Baby Boomers,  Economic Equality (A Goal),  Speaking as a Parent

    “Friends” and the Millennial

    I’ve heard it and read it a million times.  This generation of kids doesn’t want to or isn’t growing up.  Millennials are hanging out and living in their parents basements way past the time of the previous generation.  Of course, there are economic reasons for this, yet there is also a hesitation by this generation, to get out there and do life.

    It crossed my mind, based on reruns, and particularly “Friends” reruns that maybe Millennials received a very strange message about growing up from TV.  These six gorgeous people grew up, got apartments close to each other, limited incomes made them roommates – and they proceeded to have a wonderful life.

    Friends kept this charade going for ten years.  They led millions of young people to believe that life was about having fun.  There was very little emphasis on the real world or any real problems.  This isn’t an indictment of the show, it simply is a comment on what we were all viewing for all of those years: white people, always happy, never used drugs, no children, job free, but wealthy, in fashion and always, always perfect friends.  In other words, no reality.  These six people never really got married, they barely had children, never did laundry, cleaned toilets, or had harsh illnesses.  Their lives were a dream of perfection where insurance was completely unnecessary.

    Public Domain

    So, if millennials have wrong ideas about life, who can blame them?  We parents perpetrated those beliefs by participating in the popularity of our televised culture.

    This is the point of view of those who would want to maintain life as it always has been.  Another point of view is that millennials are here to teach us something.  We (parents) moved forward lockstep the same as our parents did.  Perhaps our millennials are telling us that our culture should change.  Baby Boomers followed instructions too much.  We moved forward as expected instead of forward to our dreams and potentials.

    Millennials are also making a very important point.  We Baby Boomers languished in our capitalism for a little too long.  We have been passive believers in a culture that has gone way wrong.  We allowed our children to become victims of predatory capitalism and now they struggle just to get by.  They aren’t in a hurry to live their parents life.

    “Friends” really was nothing but a white culture’s entertainment.  It should not be any indication for reality and in no way should we allow our young people to believe it is anything other than a fun non-reality show. Life does not mirror the show in any way.

  • Philosophy,  Psychology of Life,  Speaking as a Parent

    Writing is its Own Force

    Sometimes, when I am writing, I do not like the story that I have written. I try to ignore it. I want the story to go away. It is not part of me, and yet it is.

    I wrote this story out of my experience, both personally and with other parents.

    Because I did not want this story, I got stuck. I could not write and I did not write for a long time. So there is the proof: “what you resist, persists”. I think Carl Jung said that. Here is what I say. Addiction hurts, over and over and over again and always.

    from Casey Dooley

    And even through all of that, this is always Hope, Always & Always.

    by Kurt Meske
  • Baby Boomers,  Personal Growth,  Psychology of Life,  Womens Issues

    Beauty and the Bras

    Bras
    Photo by Pablo Heimplatz on Unsplash

    I was reviewing all the great Sports Illustrated Swim edition photos published on Instagram.  It is all great fun.  I did get offended though and here is what happened…A 55 year old woman “with silver hair who says she wants to change how society views women over 50”.  The problem is that this woman, looked exactly like all of the other models except she has silver hair.  How is that changing the perception of how people view women over 50?

    The young looks are not youth.  This woman had perfected the young look.  This is the same as all women either do or try to do.  How is that different in any way?  I liked the plus size model and the model with alopecia.  Now those models are different and bring a new point of view to modeling.

    By the time I was twenty five years old, I had a scar on my stomach (straight up and down) from my two caesarean sections.  After breastfeeding several humans, my breasts are no longer perky.  Later, as I got past my forties, I put on a few pounds, a very few, but still.  Ironically, I never got a grey hair until I was 60 years old.  My skin is unbearably white and because of that, I am somewhat allergic to the sun.  When I get too much sun I break out in hives.  When I was in my 40s: I tore my meniscus and so now I sport a few scars there from the surgery.  At 55 years old I was a tiny bit overweight, scarred, with pale skin and long brown – blonde hair.  That is a body that would change the perception of women over 50.  What I mean by that is that, at the time, I was still attractive.  However, no one would have considered putting me on the swimsuit calendar, not without an airbrush.

    That’s my point, we only want to look at young perfection.  We want perfect skin, perfect skin tone and a flat tummy for our swim suit calendars.  We aren’t open to seeing real women, their real skin with sagging breasts and scars on the belly.  We have manufactured sexiness into perfection.  We don’t need to do this.  We can love the bodies we have and present them that way too.  We don’t have to be embarrassed by our imperfections.  They were never imperfections until airbrushes were (in fact) invented.

    I was young when, in the early sixties, women everywhere, were burning their bras.  It was a freeing period in women’s history.  Did we really have to bind our bodies and be uncomfortable and hurt just to leave the house?  Women everywhere were throwing their bras into big burning barrels.  We thought we were on our way to victory and to emancipation!

    Instead, bras came back with a vengeance and this time they were stylized, sexy and 3 times as expensive as they used to be.  If you don’t have perky breasts you can look like you do have perky breasts for $42.00.

    There are lots of beauties in my family, and all of the women, have a story to tell about their own struggle with body beauty.  There are so many stories about that struggle, so very many stories.  Young women are buying botox injections, or purchasing micro-blading for eyebrows, or having fat sucked out of the tummy to bring back that before-baby feeling.  All of this for why?  The body beauty is still so very beautiful at 35 and 40 and all of the way along to our own date with death.  The physical body owns beauty and needs not the artist’s paint in order to be beautiful. 

    Bras & Beauty
    Photo by Chris Benson on Unsplash

    Marketing sexuality as a function of all beautiful young women has pushed our perceptions into a place of non-reality.  This non-reality takes away the gratefulness that we have for the here and now.  For example, the here and now that I am sixty years old and am still sexy.  The here and now of forty-nine that looks like thirty-two and is still gorgeous right now.

    Women, at any age, are beautiful, just as they are.  We don’t need airbrushes and don’t need perky breasts.  We need to be appreciated for who and what we are, right here and right now.

  • Love and Relationships,  Psychology of Life,  Speaking as a Parent

    Samantha, my Granddaughter’s Mother

    November 2014, on your way to Norfolk

    Samantha;

    You died in the middle of a conversation.  The conversation was on pause, but nonetheless, we were communicating and now we will never communicate with each other again.

    I thought we had time, we always had more time.  It’s so shocking and painful.  What happened?  Did you give up?  Were you upset with me?  You didn’t tell me that you had to go to Hospice.  I would have come.  I would have shown you my love.

    I know that, ultimately, grief will swarm me. 

    No matter who you talk to or how much you talk, you will end up having that moment alone.  That moment is you, alone with your grief.  You will remember, the moments, the emotions, the sights, the sounds and the taste of your relationship.  You will feel it while you stand alone, thinking about the meaning of death.  Sooner or later you must face your grief with only yourself.  Sooner or later you are alone with your grief.

    You may feel the meaningless or you may feel the meaning.  One thing is sure, you are the one who will decide the meaning of your relationship.   Now that your loved one is gone, you will feel the absence, you will feel the loneliness, you can know the truth of your loss. 

    I can’t believe you are gone.  You lost your way and you could not find your way back.  I am so sorry that you didn’t feel how loved you are.  I am so sorry that you did not feel the support of that love.  I am so sorry that we didn’t leave a light shining for your path back to us.  The darkness must have been crushing.  Maybe you thought you would be better soon.  Maybe you thought you could manage for awhile longer.  I don’t know, but I hope it wasn’t too dark for you. 1 August 2019

    Poppy’s lap is the best

    Dear Sophia, my beloved granddaughter;

    Nothing will replace your mother’s love.  Never doubt that she loved you.  She loved you fiercely and gently: both.  She kept you close for as long as she was able.  Your parents always kept your love close.  Everyone of your extended family, thought about you, loved you and worked for your benefit.  If anyone screwed up, it was out of ignorance, not from malice.  We all wanted you safe and loved.  We all wanted you to be happy.  And, your father wanted you most of all. 2 August 2019

    Christmas 2017
    January 2018
  • Economic Equality (A Goal)

    “This is Us” and How Donald Trump Helped America

    Migrant Mother, photograph by Dorothea Lange

    We left them behind, the poor and disenfranchised.  They were angry and hurt.  Their lives included plenty of suffering.  They could not make ends meet.  If they could hang onto a job, either because they could handle the bad treatment or because the supervisor was decent, they couldn’t get a raise.  They are Americans, tens of thousands of them.  They work at Walmart, Amazon and Sears and every other department store.  They work for McDonald’s, Papa John’s Pizza and Kentucky Fried Chicken and all the other fast food places in America.  They work for $7.50 an hour and felt lucky when they launched up to $10.00 per hour.

    You don’t have to tell them not to buy a Star Bucks coffee daily, they wouldn’t dream of it.  They already know better.  They are responsible for the used ‘everything’ market.  They won’t buy a new washing machine or dryer, not when they can go to Fred’s repair shop and pick up a used one for a couple of hundred dollars.  You won’t find them at the Clinique counter at Macy’s or Dillard’s, they know better.

    They don’t go to the hair dresser or the barber, instead they cut each other’s hair.  They can’t afford the fanciness of the “stylist”.

    Because they are the poor, their children join the military.  It is the only way to get a life if you have no money for college.  Because they join the military, it is the poor who are maimed, dismembered or killed in combat.  They are the few that pay the price for rich men’s conflicts.

    Maybe you don’t see them, maybe you don’t know them.  They are the working poor and there are millions of them in America.

    Our society has never treated them right.  They have always struggled for health care and in fact are the ones who die from lack of health care.  America’s dirty little secret is that the most dangerous risk factor associated with death from breast cancer is poverty, not genetics, not DNA, poverty.  This fact has been true since the early nineties.  It doesn’t matter how healthy you are when you receive the diagnosis, without treatment, you die from this fatal disease.

    On top of the general hell that poverty is, add on that the poverty stricken are the whipping post for all of society’s problems.  The poor are treated badly by everyone.  Our culture has built a myth around the idea that if you work hard you will be rewarded and rewarded well.  Of course, this is a horrible American lie.  Working hard will get you hard work only.  You may or may not be rewarded.  The other side of this myth is that if you are not successful, there must be something wrong with you.  America is wonderful, so YOU are wrong if you are not successful.  Never mind the minimum wage, or even the fact that all around you are people who will take from you.  YOU are the problem because you are poor.

    Homeless in America

    We aren’t all rocket scientists.  We cannot all go to college.  Just because someone works at Papa John’s Pizza, must that person live a life of poverty?  Doesn’t the full time, hard work and contribution of their lives mean a decent life?  Why are those at the bottom of the economic ladder ridiculed, shamed and blamed because of their poverty?

    Why has this country decided to allow congress to artificially deflate the minimum wage?  Congressmen and Senators are paid by big businesses. Congress keeps their promises to big business and refuses to increase the minimum wage.  No one is more hurt by these actions than those millions of people who work for those same big businesses.  Congress should be working for Americans, but instead works for big business and the dollar bill.

    The poor have felt powerless for generations.  Donald Trump came along and pretended to give them power.  He gave them attention and told them that he would do for them.  He is a liar, but they don’t care, because finally, they have some perceived power.

    We can’t blame Donald Trump for his following.  We – the wealthy and middle class America – gave him his following.  We have ignored the poor and poverty stricken for decades.  Worse yet, as managers and supervisors, we are mean grandstanders who put people down.  We are not nice to servers and maids and bellmen.  We make sure they know they are a step down.

    We really needed attention on these central and critical issues.  America cannot continue to ignore poverty stricken Americans.  America should not be ignoring poverty stricken people who are dying from illnesses that can be cured with care.  We must begin taking accountability for what we have acculturated in America. 

    We cannot continue to work at having a class of people to step on and to be “better than”.  We must get real about our commitment to equality.  We must begin to give everyone a place at the table.  We must make sure that all have food and health care.

    Before Donald Trump, Bernie Sanders was a voice in the wilderness.  Now, he is the most coherent candidate of all.  Income inequality has increased unabated since the Reagan era.  It took Donald Trump to show us how nasty and divisive it is for the American people.