Wait, you mean it CAN happen here?

This week, I found a new way to speak out against the rise of fascism – or rather, a new way found me.

Last month, John Earl Robinson with the Iowa Stage Theater Company asked me to read the lead part in a 2016 adaptation of Sinclair Lewis’ It Can’t Happen Here — a play about America’s imagined (but frighteningly realistic) descent into fascism in the 1930s.

This past Monday, I read the part of Doremus Jessup at the Company’s first Scriptease of 2026. Jessup is a newspaper editor who at first dismisses the threat of fascism. Yet after Buz Windrip is elected President and institutes martial law, Jessup joins the opposition — and nearly gets killed. Other resistance fighters do, indeed, die. Everyone suffers. It’s not a pretty picture, though the play ends with a modicum of encouragement.

Lewis wrote It Can’t Happen Here in response to the spread of fascism in Europe in the 1930s, and as fascism in the US was gaining strength and momentum. Continue Reading →

If robots could vote

(01:56) – IF ROBOTS COULD VOTE, we’d surely land our first AI president in 2028. Wait, never mind. The Tech Bros found an easier way to take over the government: pay Congress to kill efforts to regulate AI.

For fun, and because I enjoy irony, I searched “tech industry donations to Congress” and AI gave me this:

“The technology industry has heavily increased its financial influence in Washington, with top firms and executives pouring hundreds of millions into lobbying and campaign donations to shape regulations regarding artificial intelligence, antitrust issues, and data privacy. Major tech firms spent over $260 million on federal lobbying from 2020 through 2024, with spending in 2024 alone reaching $61.5 million, a 13% increase over the previous year.”

Ok, so I’ll give AI an A+ for transparency — and Congress an F for failing to place guardrails on what has truly become an existential threat. Continue Reading →

Day Seven: Save America March – I spook cattle worried about the soybean market

The day’s march from Earlham to Winterset is another long one — 17 miles. It’s made easier by perfect weather, quiet gravel roads, and stellar hospitality at the end of the day.

During my first break under a shade tree, a farmer pulls up in his pick-up truck and asks if everything’s ok. I explain what I’m doing. We discuss crop yields (good) and commodity prices (bad).

I ask him how President Trump’s tariff war is affecting him and other farmers. “There’s a lot of talk around here about how China hasn’t bought a single US soybean this year,” he says. Continue Reading →

Grandkids, monarchs, and gratitude

My guests and I discuss COP27 and foreign policy; Ebenezer Scrooge’s relevance in 2022 America (and Richard Maynard’s final performance in A Christmas Carol; Jean Hackel’s novel, Theresa et al., about a woman prevented from having an abortion; and the sheer unappetizingness of lab-raised meat.

Apologies for running late this week. I blame the turkey. And family. Well, mostly family.

But seriously, Kathy and I are so grateful for our families, friends, and neighbors, and to our fellow travelers on this rocky road to justice. Not a day goes by when we aren’t reminded how important all of you are to us. Toady, we say THANK YOU — in italicized bold caps, to drive the point home.

Regarding family, Kathy and just returned from a lovely visit with my son, daughter-in-law, and grandkids in Florida. I was delighted to see the young’uns growing interest in food, plants, and nature. Continue Reading →