Missing the mark

No Sharia law
Christian nationalists, meanwhile, are storming our shores with everything from Bible readings in public schools as policy, to the Ten Commandments wherever they can plant them, to “In God we Trust” branded onto everything but new babys’ bottoms. That has me wondering, Is the sharia-law scare a red herring?

Most of us who live in the area recognize that the popular local store known as Cherokee Guns is fond of using its advertising as the sort of in-your-face provocations that are more or less “red meat” for the MAGA base that seems to be the store’s target audience.

See the above photo for a typical example. But give the Devil his due: no right thinking person wants to see religion setting the government’s agenda.

So “right on” Cherokee Guns — except don’t stop with sharia law. Keep a careful eye on the wayward Christians as well.

Because, as a quick glance at the news will tell you, there are few worse bad ideas in this current crazy and upside-down world of ours than the increasingly wanky and far-reaching attempts to force religion into our public lives, and by doing so compel us — heathen and heaven-bound alike — to take part in the worship of today’s god of choice.

In Murphy, North Carolina, after all, “In God we Trust” is chiseled in stone on our public buildings.

And here in the Bible Belt god isn’t Allah or any other holy or supernatural entity, however generous you may wish to be with your theology. Here God is Jesus. No other deity need apply.

With every passing day there are fewer and fewer of us left who can remember the days of yore — the pre 1950s — when pushing a religion onto others in public spaces was both a violation of recognized federal law as well as being arrogant and disrespectful of cultural traditions. It was thus taboo for government at every level of our society.

The concept of a “wall of separation between Church and State” was famously championed by Thomas Jefferson in his 1802 letter to the Danbury Baptists. In that letter, Jefferson stressed the need to keep civil governance and religious practice in distinctly separate spheres.

And James Madison, the “Father of the Constitution,” drafted the First Amendment, which prohibits Congress from establishing a national religion and protects the free exercise of religion or the exercise of no religion for all citizens.

But ever since then a loud and aggrieved minority of Christian Nationalists and their equally loud and equally aggrieved sympathizers have been working overtime to undo those prohibitions or water them down — to make it seem acceptable to us to mingle religion and government — to have, in fact, a government sanctioned religion.

Too often, it’s clear, prohibitions against evangelization and proselytizing by government seem to be in increasing danger of becoming a thing of the past.

Let’s also be clear — though Cherokee Guns may have brushed past this fact — there is too often no discernible difference between Christian and sharia legality: Consider, as an example, the New Testament commandment in Luke, Chapter 19, Verse 27, where Jesus issues the order via parable, “Those enemies of mine who did not want me to be king over them — bring them here and kill them in front of me.”

Do we really want our government championing that sort of criminal brutality? Right-thinking, decent people would overwhelmingly not only say ‘no’, but ‘hell no’.

The beginning of erosion of the separation of church and state is usually traced to the Cold War when the “Red Scare” frightened our shallow public officials into adding (in 1954) “under God” to the Pledge of Allegiance and adopt (in 1956) the slogan “In God We Trust” as the national motto.

And equally shallow and misguided politicians such as Donald J. Trump are still at it.

As recently as a few days ago, when addressing a crowd at the Faith & Freedom Coalition’s annual Road to Majority conference at the Washington Hilton hotel, Trump insisted that the “(radical left) want to resume the transgender mutilation of children, they want to restart the war on Christians and churches, and as you saw with the communists elected in New York recently … they want to completely destroy the traditional American way of life.”

He described recent election winners in New York — none of whom were Republican, one can’t help but notice — as “very troubling people” and claimed without evidence (his lazy and recurring modus operandi) that they “want to destroy our country, and they hate our country and our people.”

So here we are, in 2026, well positioned to resurrect the dumbed-down days of the mid 1950s with its Red Scare and breathless fear of “communists” in every nook and cranny of our beloved but besieged nation.

It would be well for us to pause at this point and recognize that the Ten Commandments, or any other part of the Bible, Koran or whatever so-called holy books we may want to hold up for evidence of ways to live our lives are unsound foundations for both law and everyday morality.

These old books, as countless scholars have long recognized, are nothing more than the product of bronze-age tribal values. They preach a cruel form of authoritarianism, insecurity, and outdated social values, including subjugation of women, and a love of slavery.

They are consequently incompatibility in a more modern era with true ethical, humanistic, and science-based reasoning that should be the goal of us all.

It’s not too late, but it may soon be unless we stand up to the misguided religious bullies who want to take away yet another of our freedoms — the freedom to choose our own religion or to choose no religion at all.

The misguided want to return us to the days of King Charles I of early 1600 England when the state-sanctioned religion was the “high church” Anglican ceremonies and no others. Backed by the Archbishop of Canterbury, Charles I prohibited preaching outside the Anglican tradition and punished those who wouldn’t fall in line.

Disgruntled Brits fled across the ocean to a new world. Soon they were calling it the United States, and putting in place laws and customs that called for a strict separation of church and state that became part of the new nation’s founding charters.

Let’s not forget our history.

White Trash White House

“Tuesday will be Power Plant Day, and Bridge Day, all wrapped up in one, in Iran. There will be nothing like it!!! Open the Fuckin’ Strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in Hell – JUST WATCH! Praise be to Allah. President DONALD J. TRUMP.”

Thus spoke U.S. President Donald Trump on his Truth Social social media on Easter Sunday.

You don’t even need to let that sink in. It will of its own accord: Easter Sunday.

So, yes, it really has come to this: Our nation’s foreign affairs are being conducted by the equivalent of inebriated Uncle Rufus from his seat at the American Legion bar outside Toad Suck, Arkansas.

What a crazy old bastard.

What’s especially unnerving and odious is that my generation elected this potty-mouthed ignoramus, serial liar, draft-dodger, narcissist, convicted rapist, and an overseer of six bankrupt businesses. Six.

And not once have we elected him, but twice — to the highest office in the land.

It should be clear to everyone by now that my generation has woefully failed in its civic duties, and a depressingly large percentage of my group is either too dumb, too deluded, too self-centered or too altogether out of touch to have an inkling of the damage they have done to themselves, their children, their grandchildren and the nation.

We’ve screwed up.

And the thing is, as far as I know, there’s still no rehab for stupidity.

We gotta live with this shit and I’ve no clue how to do it. So I hope you haven’t come here looking for advice. I got nothing but despair.

But even I know that despair is a loser’s game.

“No society can expect its children to engage with a world they think has already given up on them.”

Robert Pondiscio, a former public school teacher who is now at the American Enterprise Institute, made that remark several months back while urging teachers to avoid adopting “an unbearable bleakness” in their classrooms.

Optimism, he argued, is an essential civic virtue.

Yet optimism is something in this day and age that seems to be its own category of rare earth mineral, but it’s out there, and it must be dug from the soil and championed.

Perhaps the only streak of optimism to be found in Trump’s disgraceful Easter Sunday post is that it opens yet another window to his soul that should make it easy to see through for all but the most deranged of his supporters: This is a man off his meds and off his rocker.

This is a man woefully unfit to lead, a man so morally and mentally stunted that questions about his sanity are not only apt they are essential.

Wherever you are on this spectrum of certainty and doubt, it’s okay to start small.

Let’s not join our old high school friends in re-posting ICE-friendly AI smut films; let’s not lean into that pot-like buzz of indulging in quick anger on our social media feeds.

When they go low, we go high really wasn’t bad advice. The air is cleaner and clearer above the clouds.

The view is better, different. It’s true, of course, that our technologies have made it easier for so many of us to see so much more of the world, but never before have so many of us seen so much without understanding what we are seeing.

Take time to understand the world. At the very least, take time to try.

Time may well be running out for there’s no dodging the fact that the USA has become a rouge nation where war crimes and the delight of bombing another nation “back to the stone age” are dangerously close to being normalized.

But there’s nothing normal about insanity.

Across the Great Divide

Georgia State Road 197 intersects U.S. 76 between Hiawassee and Clayton, Georgia, plunging south through Moccasin Creek State Park and the mountains of the Chattahoochee National Forest until it dumps Helen-bound motorcyclists onto Georgia State Road 356.

From there you’ll follow the scenic, twisting two-lane through the valleys and mountains, past Unicoi State Park, and into Helen, a Bavarian-style, wannabe Alpine tourist trap cut through by the picturesque Chattahoochee River.

Outside Unicoi State Park in north central Georgia.

Weekend seasonal traffic is always bumper to bumper through Helen — it’s less than 100 miles from Atlanta, after all — but it’s a tiny village and being stuck in slow-moving traffic for five or six blocks can afford some prime people watching as folks parade by on the nearby sidewalks. So, relax.

Customer at a fast food stop in Helen, Georgia, with a “Jesus is My Big Homie” T-shirt. Probably a Southern thing. I didn’t ask. The front of her shirt said, “Godgang.” I got the picture.

If you’re on a motorcycle you’ll have plenty of two-wheel company. At one main-drag beer joint I passed on Sunday, March 22, there seemed to be 90- to 100 Harleys (mostly) jockeying for a parking space, and another 70 or so already parked.

Lots of motorcycles.

But if you happen to live like a teetotaling frickin’ monk, as I have been these past 10 years or so, you won’t be tempted by beer anyway, so keep going.

At the Hogpen Gap overlook on the Russell Scenic Highway in Georgia.

From my cabin, following the route I took on this trip, it’s possible to make a pleasant 140 mile loop through Helen and onto the Richard B. Russell Scenic Highway — often praised as one of the most beautiful drives in north Georgia — and back to Cherokee County, North Carolina, without seeing the same scenery twice.

It’s an enjoyable bike ride, and the mid- to high- 70-degree weather we had Sunday made it a real pleasure.

Russell, by the way, was a racist Georgia governor and U.S. Senator who was one of the key figures in filibustering civil rights legislation in the 1960s, along with Mississippi’s John Cornelius Stennis, James Oliver Eastland, and a host of other bigoted, duck-dicked, discriminatory throwbacks to a Rebel yesteryear that is, sadly, enjoying something of an injudicious revival among numb-nuts on the far-right of American and other nation’s politics — a revival sparked in no small part by Donald The Dickless Duck Trump.

A selfie at the Hogpen Gap overlook. The Appalachian Trial crosses the road at this point.

Speaking of dicks and Trump, it’s easy to imagine he has a wee detachable penis similar to the orb spider, and, also, similarly, to imagine he was left a eunuch a few years back — as are all mating male orb spiders — when reportedly attempting to force his tiny member into the mouth of a 13 year old, who (again, reportedly) bit him on his little thingamajig, prompting the indignant U.S. president to slug her in the head.

This is mentioned in the Epstein Files. Just something we’ve all heard about President Jackass, an ignorant rotted snotball of a man.

Makes one wonder about those who voted for this amoral manchild creature — many of whom voted for him twice. Twice. Dear god. Think about that. Twice.

Dear Lord Odin, our beloved Allfather, guide us from this wicked, wanton, wallowing, witless wilderness, we humbly pray in thy exalted name. Now, damnit. Get us out now! Amen.

Anywho, onward.

North Carolina vet vindicated in illegal arrest following peaceful flag-burning protest

Flag-burning as a form of protest has been settled U.S. law for more than 30 years. The Supreme Court ruled in June 1989 in Texas vs. Johnson that flag burning is a form of legally protected speech under the First Amendment.

The high court ruling came after the 1984 arrest of Gregory Lee Johnson, who burned a flag during the Republican National Convention in Dallas.

The court found that the government cannot ban the expression of an idea just because society finds it offensive, and when Congress attempted to pass the Flag Protection Act of 1989 the Supreme Court reaffirmed that federal laws against flag burning were also unconstitutional.

So as I say, settled law.

Yet here we were, on Friday, with the wayward Justice Department having to dismiss charges against Jan “Jay” Carey, 55, a military combat veteran from Arden near Asheville who set the flag on fire in Lafayette Square in Washington, DC, in August, the day that President Donald Trump signed a presidential order to crack down on flag burning.

“I’m burning this flag as a protest to that illegal fascist president that sits in that house,” Carey shouted to onlookers as he set fire to the flag. He was somewhat promptly arrested by police.

The justice department didn’t explain its decision to drop the case against Carey, who served in Iraq, Bosnia and Afghanistan and earned, among other decorations, the Bronze Star during his years in the military.

The move came just days before a deadline set on Monday for prosecutors to respond to claims by Carey’s lawyers that he had been the subject of an unwarranted attempt to curtail his first amendment rights, which include freedom of speech.

“This is a very significant victory for not only the first amendment rights of Mr Carey but the rights of all Americans to stand up and speak out on issues that they care about without being targeted for punishment by the justice department,” Mara Verheyden-Hilliard, a lawyer for Carey, told NBC.

Verheyden-Hilliard, who is representing Carey pro bono, said that her client had been prosecuted “at the whims and the directives of a president who has said that he disfavors a particular viewpoint”.

Trump had ordered his lapdog of an attorney general, Pam Bondi, to “vigorously prosecute” those who burn the flag, arguing that the action could spur violence.

“It is a statement of contempt, hostility, and violence against our nation – the clearest possible expression of opposition to the political union that preserves our rights, liberty, and security,” the order read. “Burning this representation of America may incite violence and riot.”

Following his arrest, Carey said he felt compelled to act in response to the executive order.

“This was a direct protest about an illegal order that President Trump tried to put in place,” he said. “I did not do this just for myself, but for everyone who believes in the constitution and the protections for all that it provides.


‘No Kings’ gathering draws hundreds in Hayesville, N.C.

Several hundred people turned out Saturday, Oct. 18, in Hayesville, North Carolina, for a “No Kings” rally to oppose Donald Trump’s continuing destruction of the country’s constitutional safeguards.

TRUMP FANS WERE IN SHORT SUPPLY.

The peaceful gathering brought families, couples and solo sign-carries to Hayesville’s Main Street — also known as Business U.S. 64 — lining both sides of the roadway as passing traffic tooted approval.

The scene unfolded in a festive atmosphere that belies the sadness of U.S. citizens who have been largely dismayed at the Trump Administration’s actions in sending masked police thugs into U.S. streets, homes and businesses to arrest non U.S. citizens who have come into the country seeking better lives for themselves and their families.

The president, with the complicity of an inactive and indifferent Republican-majority Congress, also has sent National Guard forces into several Democrat controlled U.S. cities to harass officials and residents alike with police-like actions that his administration patterns on those of authoritarian and fascist states — several of which Trump has both applauded and courted since his election.

Under Trump’s orders, the U.S. military has begun summary executions without charges or trials of foreign citizens in international waters that the administration claims — without evidence or proof — to be narco terrorists.

The totality of Trump’s actions have remade the U.S. into something more closely resembling a banana republic than a first world, democratic society.

Saturday’s “No Kings” protests — which drew millions nationwide — was the second national outpouring of discontent since the election of Trump’s pro-fascist regime.

The News of the Day

All has become a boggy black bitterness thick with infectious insect swarms: the headlines, the subheads, the first graf and the last. All of it.

The smirking vice president at the Kennedy Center amid boos. The head of Homeland Security in western boots, tight jeans, dark mascara and a scornful frown.

All of it.

The under bridges and the viaducts awash in the unhoused, forgotten and forfeited to the forward march of crypto and trinkets of tin from the 5 and dime. Shun the rhyme. Take your time.

None is left anyway.

All has become black bitterness.

Fear is a password to freedom, we’re told. Take it or leave America behind. Your country or mine. Who knows anymore? We receive the news as it is created, without thought, reflection or introspection.

Without bitterness.

Insects swarm in the swamps of stinking sinking subdivisions where we feast on bologna sandwiches and the muscular, thick meat of chopped tongues conversing in glossolalia.

All has become black bitterness.