WHAT IF WE JUST IGNORE HIM?

Like millions of people, I think the presidency of Donald Trump is going to be an unmitigated disaster that has the potential to inflict profound and lasting damage to the United States and the rest of the world. After all, even if your ignore his racism, sexism and hyper-aggressive posturing, he still is a woefully unprepared man who’s personal and professional history show absolutely no evidence that he has the talent and experience to be an even below average president. In short, every other past commander-in-chief is playing for second place in the “Worst President in History” sweepstakes.

But as we gird for the nausea-inducing inauguration coming in January, I am finding a sliver of hope in how we all can survive the coming tsunami of regret, in a very unlikely place. For buried under the news about his ridiculous/dangerous cabinet choices, his stunning lack of basic international knowledge and his reliance on Russia for legitimacy, is the cascading number of A and B list celebrities refusing to perform at his inauguration.

Seemingly, none of these performers is making a big and public rebuke of The Donald – they are just simply declining the invitation as if it were an offer from Bob in accounting to attend his hastily thrown-together holiday party.

And that may be the secret for living under a Donald Trump administration – just ignore him.  Don’t engage with him on Twitter, don’t hold a press conference, and don’t protest at the Oscars if you are famous, or protest at Starbucks if you aren’t.  Just live your life as if Trump were still just a mediocre businessman and D-list celebrity.

Here is my rationale. A few years ago, I read an article when a physicist was explaining what the Higgs Boson, or God particle, does related to all other things. He said to think about Higgs Boson like the water in a swimming pool, and you, immersed in the water, are all other particles of matter swimming forward. The water is necessary to push against for propulsion.

For Donald Trump, his Higgs Boson is angry response to his rhetoric. He needs it to survive in the political realm. His incredibly shocking success in the campaign was 100 percent based on attacking his opponent, waiting for the response and then attacking with double the venom. And it worked, again and again and again. First with the wilting assemblage during the primaries and then with Hillary Clinton in the general election. Trump was most comfortable – and effective – when he threw out something provocative and then lured his adversary into a childish back and forth.

But right now, our brightest stars and entertainers are showing us a clear path forward. They are telling The Donald, thanks but no thanks. And current reports suggest that these simple and low-key acts of refusal are really getting to him.

I truly believe that is our best response to Trump world. When he says something purposefully provocative, mean spirited and stupid, just leave it alone. After all, we have to remember who and what he is.  He is a bully and deeply insecure man whose biggest fears in life are being neglected and forgotten. People like that need our anger and complaints to feed their insatiable hunger for attention.

Yes, I fully realize that failing to engage against his misdeeds in office would be extremely harmful and I am in no way advocating withdrawing from the political process. Indeed, all of us must vigorously fight against his mean-spirited wishes and overt attempts to destroy our liberal democracy.

What I am advocating is for all of us to ignore the man and fight against the acts.

If you are a democratic politician, women business leader, minority celebrity or any of his other favorite targets and he inevitably aims his twitter rage toward you; don’t respond. Let him seethe with unspent ammunition wasting away on his smartphone.

By all means, fight against his retro-policies and illegal legislation. Fight against his Supreme Court nominee and cabinet picks. Just don’t call him out by name. Don’t even mention his name.  Starve him of the thing he craves most – attention.

After a while, I think the man might actually have a change of heart. Is it inconceivable that after a year of aggressive national neglect Trump might recalibrate and try to recapture the spotlight by implementing policy that is logical, beneficial and well thought out?  Not because he suddenly develops a sense of morality, but because civility and integrity provide him with the only path toward the attention he so needs.

It seems obvious that Trump didn’t become president to serve his nation and his people – he became president to serve his ego. Yet, if his ego is ultimately not served while occupying the White House, we might actually force him into become a decent public servant after all.

COLLEGE COACHES ARE CEO’S, NOT MENTORS

The University of Oklahoma Football; Wells Fargo; Duke Basketball; Enron.

What do these four institutions have in common? Simple, they are (were) led by chief executive officers who are bound to one simple goal above all others – winning.

The job of all CEO’s – whether it is for a Fortune 500 company or a major college program - is to accomplish the following three tasks: 1.) Stay employed as CEO, 2.) Make money for your stakeholders, 3.) Wring the most profitability and efficiency as possible out of your employees. Accomplish these three tasks and you’re a winner.

And as such, fans and supporters of big-time college athletics would probably sleep better at night if they stopped believing in the fantasy that coaches and corporate CEO’s are re any different. They are not – and this is never truer then when controversy and scandal emerges. For a CEO and a big-time coach reacts to controversy and scandal in exactly the same way: first, protect oneself, second protect one’s operation, third protect one’s legacy.

The University of Oklahoma Football enterprise is run by its chief executive Bob Stoops – more commonly referred to by his ceremonial title – head coach. Same for CEO Mike Krzyzewsk at Duke. The title coach is bestowed upon these men because it is familiar to fans and steeped in the historic trappings of American sports going back more than a century. But make no mistake, these two famous and public men are chief executive officers in the exact same way that John Stumpf was CEO of Wells Fargo (before being force to resign amid scandal) and Ken Lay was CEO of disgraced energy giant Enron.

Currently, CEO’s Stoops and Krzyzewski are embroiled in scandals involving employees at their place of business. For Stoops the controversy surrounds his comments and actions related to an employee of the football program who punched a female student in the face and broke her jaw. That employee, Joe Mixon was disciplined a couple of years ago, but allowed to return to the football program because his value to the overall operation was deemed worthy of the public relations backlash of his actions. Exacerbating the controversy has been CEO Stoops’ comments related to the employee’s criminal behavior, saying that he deserved a second chance.

For CEO Krzyzewski, he is dealing with an employee, Grayson Allen, who has repeatedly tripped opponents during games and also acted petulantly on the bench. Krzyzewski, after conferring with his legal and public relations counsel, has suspended the athlete indefinitely; a strategic move allowing the CEO to modify the duration of the punishment dependent on public and stakeholder sentiment in the coming days and weeks.

CEO’s Stumpf and Lay also oversaw employees who perpetrated crimes and violated rules. The only difference between the businesses and the athletic programs is scale. Wells Fargo and Enron featured corrupt culture and employee misbehavior on a national level.

Similarly, when the scandals became public, Stoops, Krzyzewski, Stumpf and Lay all reached for their CEO playbook on how to handle a crisis which relies on a strategic balance of bold declaratives with flaccid silence. As such, you get congressional testimony and post-game press conferences which feature the following:

·         Virtuous proclamations about company/team culture (no acknowledgment of how this culture attracted and coddled said employees in the first place).

·         Forcefully declarations that any employee misbehavior will not be tolerated (deafening silence about how there is always a sliding scale of punishment based on an employee/players worth to the organization).

·         Vigorous assertions of how the company/team will move forward toward correction and healing (unanswered questions about how the misbehavior would have been allowed to continue were it not for outside discovery).

Indeed, it probably is for the best that we finally acknowledge that big-time sports tracks to the same amoral compass as big-time business. Corporations don’t exist to make our communities better, improve the lives of employees and provide outstanding products and services to customers. They exist to win and by and large we all accept that fact. So too is the reason why Oklahoma Football and Duke Basketball exist, to win. And the men in charge of those enterprises are hired and fired to ensure they stay in the winning column – broken jaws and tripped opponents be damned.

The only final sin of big-time college coaching and big-time corporate stewardship is to lose. For a losing record is the only surefire way to lose one’s job, one’s program and one’s legacy.

DONALD TRUMP AND JERRY JONES: THE MEN OF THE HOUR

I’m a democrat and hate the election results. I’m a lifelong Cowboys fan and love the current state of the team.

I am dreading January and the inauguration.  I am so looking forward to January and the Playoffs!!!

In short, I’m a man who is practically ripping at the seams with cross-purposed emotions. 

Anticipating the incredible low of witnessing Donald Trump holding a bible and being sworn in and anticipating the lofty high of seeing Jerry Jones hold the Vince Lombardi trophy.

How did this happen? How did 2016 become both the year of Trump and the year of Jones?

For most of my life Donald Trump has been a kind of a punchline. All Hat and no cattle as the saying goes. Loud, brash, classless, a fabulously wealthy man who does the one thing that all other fabulously wealthy men don’t do –brags about his wealth. A man of ridiculous hair, a ridiculous show, a ridiculous “university,” a ridiculous bunch of businesses that no other self-respecting billionaire would ever put his name on….Donald Trump in the 80’s, 90’s and 2000’s was America’s rich but embarrassing uncle we endured on holidays.

For most of my allegiance to the Dallas Cowboys since 1989, the owner, Jerry Jones, has also been a kind of punchline. Also, all hat and no cattle when it came to actually building a great team. Yes, the early success (almost all of it due to Jimmy Johnson) was great. But since 1995? Embarrassment. A laughing stock. The parade of bad coaches, the expunged draft picks searching for a wide receiver, the face lift, the incomprehensible press conferences, Greg Hardy…all of it. Again, a kind of crazy uncle Jerry you barely could tolerate on family gatherings.

And so, during the spring, summer and fall of 2016, I’ve been all but sure that Trump would screw up and bow out before election. During the spring, summer and fall, I’ve been all but sure Jerry would screw up and have the team bow out before the playoffs.

But my god! Here we sit toward the end of December and Trump is heading toward the White House and Jerry is heading toward that awkward congratulatory handshake with Commissioner Roger Goodell.

For both men, the reasons for their success in 2016 come down to three factors:

-          Blind luck; a steadying influence; historic weakness of their opponents.

First the luck. Sorry, Trump and fans, but losing the popular vote by 2.8 million, yet winning the White House doesn’t make you good, it makes you lucky. The Electoral College and some breaks with voting patterns in just three states – and a totality of less than 100,000 votes put you over the top. Add in a frisky Vladimir Putin, a meddling FBI Director and the fake news strangeness and let’s just say, you metaphorically found the right four leaf clover on November 8.

For Jerry, his ride toward glory is paved by the incredible luck of having a ready-made NFL quarterback fall into his lap in the fourth round of the draft. And don’t forget Cowboy’s fans, the man tried nearly everything possible to select a QB NOT named Dak Prescott in last April’s draft. And, if Tony Romo didn’t get injured, ol’ Jerry would have never even plaid the kid to begin with. Jerry O’Jones must be 100 percent Irish to have that kind of luck.

Moving on, both men have greatly benefited by the influence of two key people who helped save each man from themselves. For T, it was the move to bring Kellyanne Conway to lead his campaign. The amateurs Lewandowski and Manafort would have almost certainly sunk the S.S. Trump long before it sailed into port. Her guidance to let Trump be Trump 80% of the time, but reign him in enough not to scare off skeptical supporters helped him win in key counties around the nation.

For Jerry, it is the calming presence of his son Steven. Let’s be totally honest fans: If Steven hadn’t literally shoved his father against the wall on that draft night three years ago, this franchise would own Johnny Manziel, and chances are very good that his historic implosion would have been even more spectacular in Dallas than it was in Cleveland. 

Finally, a word about the competition. Trump fan’s, if you are being totally honest with yourselves, no one thought back in 2015 that Scott Walker, Jeb Bush, Marco Rubio and the rest would be as terrible as they were. No one. But there they were, a gaggle of stumbling, incoherent, low energy nincompoops who made all us wonder – how did any of these guys actually win an elected office?

And of course, his defeat of Hillary Rodham Clinton. Now being a loyal democrat, I could point out a lot of extenuating circumstances for her loss, but… It is inarguable that she was an historically unpopular candidate whose wonky delivery and Clinton baggage was a huge mountain to try and climb.

And about those Cowboys.  Well let’s see: the defending NFC Champion Panthers are out of the playoff picture, Green Bay has dug itself a huge hole with Aaron Roger’s surprisingly bad play for most of the year, the Seahawks have an offensive line that is truly offensive and the Giants offense and Eli Manning are like Ambien with cleats.

Yes, I know the Patriots are looming if the Cowboys make it to the Super Bowl, but even Bill Belichick’s dynasty is without the most dynamic playoff threat in the NFL – Rob Gronkowski.  Indeed, this year sets up amazing well for Dallas, given the anemic competition currently assembled.

So there you have it. In a normal year, with their normally unchecked demeanor and with even normal competition, these two guys would probably revert back to their normal default setting of laughing stock. But not this year.

Indeed 2016 is their year. Our men of the hour Donald and Jerry. I truly don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

A NEW YEAR'S LETTER TO JETHRO

Dear Jethro:

We are 40+ days into PEOTUS territory.  Your guy won, my gal lost. You are anxiously looking forward to January 20, I’m dreading it. You are high-fiving with the other camo-wearing bro’s down at the hardware store, while me and my left-coast liberal elites are sobbing into soy latte’s at our local, non-Starbucks coffee joints.

But after much consideration, I’m writing this letter, a month after the election, not to point an angry finger at you and curse your choice, but rather to thank you. You and your side has done something that quite simply, my left-wing associates and I could not do on our own: You have guaranteed a return to power of the Democratic Party in a massive and convincing fashion.

Your unwavering and rabid support of Donald Trump and your feral hatred of Hillary Clinton over the past year has coalesced to deliver a beautiful and sacred gift to all of us progressive, idealistic folks. For in two to four years’ time, a tidal wave of regret and recrimination will sweep through your rural and suburban environments which will affect real and lasting change in American politics and make the 1960’s progressive era look like a John Birch Society cocktail party.

For you have unloosed the great and might Trump – soon-to-be destroyer of the Republican Party and unlikeliest hero to liberal democrats from sea to shining sea. If Newt Gingrich was our pony on Christmas morning back in the 1990’s, Trump today is our fire red Ferrari parked in the driveway with a giant bow perched on the hood.

Don’t get me wrong.  I realize there will be tremendous pain for the country during Trump’s first and only term in office. The environment, the economy and the social contract that makes America great will suffer tremendously. The middle class will fall further and further behind the One Percent and a great many minorities, women and marginalized populations will live in fear and hopelessness. Indeed, dark times lie ahead.

Yet, it is always darkest before the dawn – as they say – and a great light and hope will soon emerge on the horizon. That light and hope will come in the form of crushing buyer’s remorse among the white, under-educated voters who actually believed that a fabulously wealthy con man who sees the world through a Manhattan penthouse window was some kind of regular guy populist.

Once that buyer’s remorse sets in, and sets in deep within the pit of your stomach, you will all do what you do best – robust apathy. You’ll do nothing. Just like you’ve done little to nothing to improve your lot in life and lift yourself out of the working class malaise you’ve been stuck in for 30 years, you’ll forget all about the energy and emotion that brought you out to the rallies and the voting booths to support your orange-haired messiah. In short, you’ll stay home in 2018 during the midterms and certainly you will stay home on the second Tuesday in November of 2020.

And with you sitting out the elections, or at least phoning in your efforts, my side might actually get our act together and really move in to enact change. You see, democrats and just as responsible for Trump as you are. We blew this last election in a lot of ways. We were overconfident and unlike you, we simply went through the motions without putting our blood sweat and tears into the process.

Understand; even if we somehow eked out the win in 2016, damage – perhaps permanent – would have been done to our party and our philosophy. My God, the lapdog media, conservative zealots and Republican-led House and Senate would have been absolutely giddy at the prospect of savaging every move or decision Hillary made over the next 48 months. A Clinton victory would actually set back the party more than four years of Trump will, without the future upside.

A Clinton win would only exacerbate our problems at the state and congressional level. Our own apathy during midterms and our lack of a coherent response to the Republican’s bag of dirty tricks, voter suppression and ALEC legislation would simply be kicked down the road like an old can. We would limp along – holding onto the White House - but letting go of everything else.

No, the juvenile behavior, laughable policy missteps, sham strategies and overall international embarrassment that will be a Trump administration, portend much better for my party’s long-term viability. You’ve broken our arm by electing him. Yet, as any physician will say, a break grows backs stronger than the original bone.

So thank you. In this season of giving, you have truly bestowed a wondrous present to all of us liberals. And while I fully realize it’s a gift you didn’t want to give, my thanks are heartfelt all the same.

Happy 2017!