A Letter from the Vineyard, written in segments, during March 2026
Alas, Babylon…
It’s a Saturday night, as I begin to write this. It’s the night we “spring forward,” an exercise always leaves me feeling off, always makes me wonder why I am doing it? Why is the country doing it? British Columbia, apparently, has said: this is it, no more, after this.
It leaves me feeling tired for some reason, more tired than had I jumped time zones.
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We are a little more than a year into the presidency of Mr. Trump; I am exhausted. I woke on the last Saturday of February to find we’re bombing Iran.
The articulated reasons are inchoate and constantly evolving. The notion of boots on the ground is terrifying. Have we learned nothing in my lifetime? Apparently not. But probably Bibi is happy. The Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia is cheering us on!
Kristi Noem has been fired. Hooray! Markwayne Mullin as a substitute? Not encouraging. Will probably play the game smarter than Kristi [not hard to do] and a Trump loyalist. In the NY Times, the amazing Frank Bruni wrote about how we are being governed by incompetents. If you have a subscription, here’s the article.
The chaos exhausts me.
Really exhausts me. As it does like-minded customers in my store, fellow parishioners at St. Andrew’s, everyone I know who isn’t a die-hard supporter of Trump and his minions.
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Now it’s a Monday; I spent a pleasant day in the bookstore, researching upcoming books and making sure we had the ones I wanted on order – so many books released in a week! The sun was out; it felt springlike and downtown Edgartown was deserted. I think everyone was in their yard cleaning up debris from the storm.
The storm, worst since ’78 said everyone. 1978 was brutal in Minnesota too, the year I fled to California, a decision made on a night when it was 73 degrees below zero wind chill factor. It led to this crazy, wonderful life I’m leading.
Reality is a hard pill to swallow. Especially now, in this dystopian [to me] Trump era when I read accounts of people in this administration talk about what they’re doing. My head explodes.
Pete Hegseth sounds like he is on SNL, except, god help us all, he isn’t. He is really in charge of the Department of Defense. No, wait! The Department of War, which is what he just started, at the bidding of our president, Trump. Undeclared by Congress, by the way. Democratic and Republican presidents have for the last how many decades found ways to bypass Congress in military adventures?
Donald Trump, having kicked the hornet’s nest, has no idea what he has unleashed. He is remaking the world; I wonder will we like the new model?
The Iranian people who rioted against the theocracy just months ago are too busy dodging bombs to rise up again while at the same time they are likely turning against Trump – and all of us.
My friends Misha and Quadri were stranded in Dubai, changing planes when this fresh hell manifested itself, spent harrowing days without any help from the US government. Back in the Obama years, a friend of mine worked at State, was in charge of making sure Americans were helped in situations like this. No more, apparently.
On March 14th Trump said we might bomb Kharg Island again, “just for fun.” WTF. An American president talking about bombing – just for fun? I am profoundly disturbed. Just for fun? From an American president?
The Military Religious Freedom Foundation [didn’t know about it either] has reported troops are being told by some commanders the Iran War is divinely ordained, the trigger for Armageddon as foretold in the Book of Revelation.
The Secretary for War also has also draped his Pentagon in Christian symbolism while declaring we would “give no quarter” which, to some legal heads, is a war crime.
My friend Carolyn pointed out this was fodder for satire in the ‘60’s. But now, 60 years later, satire it’s not.
Trump’s approval rating is falling around affordability issues, not his lack of moral fiber. If I am reading the polls correctly, three quarters of the country disapproves of his actions against Iran. But we are more concerned about prices than the deaths happening because of this fiasco. 175 children because of outdated intelligence among them.
Mr. Trump called NATO members “cowards” for not sending help. Well, Mr. Trump, you have eviscerated them during both your terms. Any wonder they’re not joining? You didn’t even bother telling them before you started bombing. You are successfully breaking down the hegemony which has sustained us through my lifetime.
Robert Mueller is dead, a stoic civil servant if ever there was one. Mueller had investigated Trump. On hearing of his death, Mr. Trump said something like, good, I’m glad. Not surprising from Trump but really? You’re the president. A little decorum? Not going to happen.
Yesterday armed ICE agents arrived at some airports. What can go wrong?
I am hoping we make it out of this life without Trump starting a nuclear war. Seriously, it wakes me up sometimes.
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