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TUCSON — Occasional notes tell me my free-lunch dispatches taste terrible — and the portions are too big. But an old pro National Geographic star who has watched global ups and downs for generations caught the essence of the last one.
He wrote: "I shall memorize and repeat this line as often as possible: "But there is no easy fix for American crises that have developed over decades. In the wider world, threats are beyond description. Doing anything helps. Doing nothing is unthinkable."
And he added a kind closer. "Let me know, please, when you are next passing the hat." In fact, I am.
As Yogi Berra, the malaprop-prone New York Yankee stalwart, once put it, "When you've come to a fork in the road, take it." That's my conundrum, and I need help.
I worked in the golden age of dinosaur correspondents — all-terrain vehicles who could live off the land. They knew where commas go in such phrases as "eats shoots and leaves." The longer they stomped through swamps and jungles, the more they learned.
My plan was to knock off at 80, if I was lucky enough to still be around. I would appreciate family and friends, commute between Emiliano the Olive Tree in Provence and Solomon the Saguaro in Arizona. And finish that book still trapped in a trunk.
But in 2016, a different sort of dinosaur, a rapacious T-rex, set about destroying the world. If he is not stopped now, we humans are toast. This is no time for old hands who have seen the reasons for this in up-close detail to sink into tarpits.
I want to stay at the keys at a time when reliable information is so hard to find. More than ever, long-time reporters with proven credibility who have seen how and why democracies fall apart must unscramble complex global realities.
On balance, I am scared witless yet still optimistic. I remember Michael Getler, a much-missed editor, ombudsman and mentor to young reporters: you can go awfully wrong betting against the American people.
Time remains to do the right thing. But only if enough people know what that is.
TUCSON — A photo gone viral of Donald Trump's cruel new America is sickening. Hooded police brutalize asylum seekers flown to El Salvador in blatant defiance of a federal judge's order by a kleptocrat U.S. president who has crowned himself king.
"Oopsie, too late," Salvadoran President Nayib Bukele, the self-proclaimed "world's coolest dictator," posted with an amused emoji when the planes failed to turn around. He is detaining 260 Venezuelans indefinitely under harsh conditions for a price.
Marco Rubio retweeted that on X, Elon Musk's purveyor of hard-right hate. In the 2016 campaign, he reviled Trump and said Vladimir Putin rules Russia like a mafia boss. Now an errand-boy secretary of state, he helps his boss run America in the same way.
In 60 years of reporting abroad, I have never seen such clear and present danger. Today, the world sees a law-defying superpower with the ability to blow a chunk out of the planet and the economic clout to create global penury.
Trump's use of the 18th-century Alien Enemies Act, meant for wartime, to whip up fear and loathing over a bogus "border emergency" is a small part of it. Aided by hypocrite legislators and armed neo-Nazi nihilists, he is dismantling America at dizzying speed.
At home, cultists support his efforts to cripple Social Security and health care. Their own savings dwindle in market chaos as prices soar. The poorest and sickest suffer most. Essential services vanish to fund trillions in tax cuts for a wealthy few.
Abroad, he is making the world safe for Russian invasions, Chinese dominance, ultra-Zionist suppression of Palestine and more. NATO's next callup could be a defense of Canada or Denmark against U.S. colonial pretentions.
Trump and Musk are halfway through a coup d'etat. One feeds an insatiable, demented ego, seeing himself as a tough, wise monarch. The other, an über-rich Lex Luther with no hint of human empathy, raised in racist South Africa, wants to rule the universe.
Decent citizens, overwhelmed by the unthinkable and confused by divided Democratic factions, watch it all happen like deer blinded by headlights. Or simply tune it all out.
A popular groundswell is growing fast. Polls and focus groups reveal even many Republicans are furious that Trump is doing the opposite of what they expected. Town-hall protests remind lawmakers who pays them and who they are sworn to serve.
Still, this is drop-dead urgent. Big money, voter suppression and computer sabotage imperil free, fair elections — even as early as 2026. It is time to remember Samuel L. Jackson's alarm when the threat was only George W. Bush: "Wake the fuck up."
