Steve Fernlund and The Long Way Home

My good friend Paul always has wisdom to share with me. Today, he said that in interacting with people, he keeps his opinions about current events to himself. Unless he’s asked a question directly, at which point he doesn’t pull any punches. Writing a weekly column like this, I don’t have the luxury of keeping my thoughts to myself. So, here we go." Predicting the future isn’t a strong suit. If a major league baseball player bats 400 in a season, he’s a star. My prognosticating success average would make me a utility outfielder in the minor leagues.  Old age matters, though, because the more things change, the more they stay the same. “History may not repeat itself, but it echoes.” Over the past half-century, major financial crises have hit close to home and shaken the world. So maybe my opinions are relevant, if overly pessimistic. Recently, I saw that companies that are Artificial Intelligence (AI) driven are responsible for up to 80% of the growth in the S&P 500 over the la...

Before the last remnants of snowbanks melted, I started to see dandelions popping out in the neighborhood. Walking the dog on one of the rare sunny days, I wondered aloud, “How resilient are those yellow-flowered things?” We’ve just wrapped up a long, relatively brutal winter--at least to my mind and the aging body that houses it. Maybe we are the resilient ones of our species, the dandelions of the human race. Like my brown eyes, dandelions seem to have been with me forever. One of the joys of my young life, when school ended, was my solo visits to Crosslake and the time I spent with Clair and Mabel, my mom’s parents.  They lived in a small house that Grandpa built after they sold their resort on Rush Lake, which they named Everglades, without irony. The DIY house was situated behind the schoolhouse, just off the parking area for the Catholic Church, an imposing brick structure that I was never allowed to enter. The driveway encircled a small yard filled with oak trees, a picnic t...

My dissatisfaction with politics and politicians usually simmers in a stewpot of cynicism. But sometimes the pot boils over as it did when the US Court of Supremes ruled on April 29 in the case Louisiana v. Callais. The decision virtually ends racial gerrymandering, the practice of drawing legislative district lines to deliberately increase or decrease the political power of a specific racial or ethnic group. On the other hand, the court said that partisan gerrymandering, drawing boundaries to increase the power of entrenched partisan officeholders, is just ducky. And that’s why I’m boiling.  The Constitution never mentions "redistricting" or "districts" at all. It requires the Census every ten years to, among countless other things, determine how many Representatives each state gets based on population. The number of members in the U.S. House of Representatives was capped at 435 by Congress in 1929, and that is where it stands today. Apparently, the grand poobahs i...

Do you ever notice how podcasters, cable news commentators, politicians, and other agitators make some absurd, illogical, or false statement, followed by, “I’m just asking questions?” What a cop out. For losers like me who pay attention to those scoundrels, we consider them to be “JAQing off” (Just Asking Questions). Trouble is, their loyal followers simply assert the same BS and engage in their own JAQing off.  To gain clicks and followers and get the rest of us pissed off, they avoid the burden of proof and hide from facing accusations of spreading misinformation. By ending with "I’m just asking the question," a podcaster, talking head, or politician thinks they can sidestep a challenging backlash. If you get the chance to question or correct them, they can pivot to, "Why are you so defensive? I didn't say it was true, I just asked if it was possible!" We, the people, have probably practiced this diversion since the beginning of time. It worked to an extent wh...