Running for Your Life: If the Greats Were With Us Thursday

Okay, a pretty large majority of us agrees that Abraham Lincoln was a great president. And, yes, Donald Trump could be assumed to be the presumptive nominee of Lincoln’s Republican Party. Quelle horreur!

Well, yes, and no. Lincoln, the famous man of “peculiar ambition,” is definitely a founding father of the nation we know. But if this great were us (and not primarily memorialized upon monuments, on sacred native land, on our $5 bill) here’s what we may be talking about in the fuller context of Honest Abe.

“[Lincoln] advanced the country toward unlimited government … He was willing to use foreigners and minority groups against his own people. He was willing to have a selective ‘democratic’ conscience when it came to subjects like deportations.
                                                  – Sam Dixon, Journal of Historical Review, Fall 1986

Then there is this from historian Richard J. Carwardine in “Lincoln: Profiles in Power”

“Lincoln himself composed a few articles specifically for the newspapers and gave careful thought to where his public letters should first appear before they were copied Union-wide. He controlled the press’s access to his private meetings, allocated lucrative government printing contracts to selected Republican papers, and rewarded loyal editors and correspondents with well-paid jobs at home and abroad. Unsurprisingly, loyal correspondents made up the presidential trainload to Gettysburg in November 1863, their place on the platform assured; hundreds of local papers subsequently printed and celebrated Lincoln’s speech, in repudiation of Democratic ridicule of a ”silly, flat and dish-watery utterance’. Probably most important of all, Lincoln, though not dependably accessible to reporters, made sure his door was open when it needed to be.”

None of this is to excuse the hard reporting that should go into the suitability of Donald Trump’s bid for higher office. My two cents? There just might be something to learn in just what are some of the common traits (granted, hopefully a narrow sliver of a Venn diagram) of the current Republican presidential front-runner and Lincoln himself, a man who reasonable people have convinced us to use as a cudgel against Trump – rather than doing the harder work of knocking him down on matters of policy, most damagingly, his penchant for inciting hatred and violence, ie, a proposed ban on all Muslims from visiting America and the advocated killing of terrorists’ families.

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Running for Your Life: Trouble With Slow

In a post about a month ago I let it be known that as a running pair Thurber and I were back. After one successful outing with my redbone coonhound running partner, I was bound and determined to get out there in the park at least once a week. Back to, yes, Running for Your Life !

That was then. Just over a week later, on a five-minute lope around the park with a considerably more rambunctious hound (ie, jerking on the leash, suddenly dead-stopping on the road in front of me and generally messing with my head), I felt a twinge in my left hip. Two days later the pain really set in. Yep, after months of physical therapy to correct a gimpy knee, I was on the shelf again. Unable to run.

Until today (March 2)! While I didn’t see a doctor, I’ve enough running experience to know what is what. I suffered a mild hamstring pull, and while my mobility now is hardly one hundred percent, I can run. That is, I can jog. Slow but sure. And today I went out for 45 minutes and felt no pain at all.

The trouble with slow is I want to go fast. I’m fit enough to go fast. But, when it comes to running for my life, I have to get it in my head that I can’t keep up with a spry coonhound on a five-mile run (maybe, a controlled run, say about 10-15 minutes. Frankly, though, even that’s probably not a good idea ...)

Do I want to run well into my sixties, my seventies? Then I’d better get a grip on the trouble with slow. To jog instead of run all out. To pay much better attention to any nagging pain, to not push it when the muscles are crying: “Slow down. Stop already!”

May Thurber enjoy his morning runs in the park with his pals – other dogs, that is. We might get back out soon. If he could read this blog, I know he would understand.

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Running for Your Life: Super Tuesday and the Super Bowl

There have been – since the summer – a gazillion polls and a million debates in the run-up to the American presidential election.

In what stands in for democracy in this great country, tomorrow (March 1), is Super Tuesday. After this ill-advised monster day of primaries and caucuses, reasonable people paid big money to have serious opinions have suggested that front-runners Donald Trump, on the Republican side (sort of), and Hillary Clinton, on the Democratic side, will be in the catbird seats. They will, according to odds makers, represent their respective parties in the November general election.

I’ve a thought. Come Wednesday morning, let’s conduct a poll. In my mind, having watched most of the debates on both sides, Republican supporters value blood sports – brute strength and heavy hitting – while the Dems are big on finesse and clever maneuvers.

Or, said another way, the GOP go for sports in which players are more at risk of career-ending concussions, while those who are far less likely to suffer such a dark turn in their lives favor the Democrats.

With that reasoning, I would posit that a preponderance of respondents of our poll whose favorite sport is either football or hockey would back Trump in an election, while a similar majority whose favorite sport is baseball, soccer or basketball would back Hillary Clinton.

Woof. Does that sound like a dead heat? Time will tell …


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Running for Your Life: If the Greats Were With Us Thursday

It hasn’t been a super season for feminism. There was the Madeleine Albright tone deaf comment about a special place in hell for women who don’t vote for a woman, and Gloria Steinem didn’t win any sympathy from young women when she characterized them as plain vanilla bobby soxers chasing guys at college who favor Bernie Sanders, not because they are attracted to his ideas but because, well, that is where the boys are.

Nevertheless, there is a remarkable policy wonk running for the Democrats in Hillary Clinton. If she can stay on message, maybe, just maybe, she will perhaps, one day, win the hearts and minds of those in places like Iraq and other trouble spots in the Middle East.

That is where Gertrude Bell, the Desert Queen (1868-1926) http://lat.ms/21ux5CT, made her mark. Hillary could do a lot worse than evoking this great woman who, as a representative of the British Empire, devoted her life to smart public policy that has yet to be improved upon. Gertrude Bell lived her principles – and won support and appreciation from Christians, Arabs and Jews alike.

Here is what she said about Iraq in 1918:

“There is nothing easier to manage than tribes if you’ll take advantage of tribal organization and make it a basis of administrative organization … and establish familiar relations with sheikh and headman and charge them with their right share of work and responsibility.”

If only this great were with us. And she could be, if Hillary Clinton were to set the right course with a campaign that embraces values and ideals best exemplified in the life and death of Gertrude Bell.  


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Running for Your Life: What Else Are You Reading?

Caught up in space-time after the discovery of “the chirp,” the first bit of hard evidence that gravitational waves can be heard? http://nyp.st/1o2z3Mg. Then read about those “Ripples on a Cosmic Sea,” a book by David Blair and Geoff McNamara http://bit.ly/21oG48D.

I cracked open this book a few years ago, but now … with the most definitive news yet that Einstein was right! … I’ve a whole new impetus to a greater understanding of black holes, general theory of relativity, dark matter, gravitational lenses, the curvature of space-time …

Read it with the stars overhead – on a beach during a winter vacation, or as I have done, under the spell of full moon insomnia. It won’t put you back to sleep, but, man, oh, man, what a cool way to keep in touch with the wonders of the universe and the genius of theory.

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