No Longer a Tiffany Network, CBS Chases Change

What’s your tolerance of change? Do you automatically resist it, or do you give change a sporting chance to alter your life for the better? 

“The only constant in life is change.”

I cannot count the number of times I heard that bromide spouted by speakers at numerous retail industry conferences. They were quoting Heraclitus, a Greek philosopher who lived some 2,500 years ago. 

“He famously taught that the world is in constant motion, noting that ‘Nothing endures but change.’ He is also widely remembered for his river analogy: ‘No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he is not the same man.’

If it isn’t broken don’t fix it. That’s a classic reason to be change averse. Well, maybe a tinker or two would do wonders. 

Sports teams know that stagnation may lead to losing, or at least, non title seasons. Very few stagnant-roster teams secure consecutive championships. 

I grew up watching CBS News. Even before Walter Cronkite sat in the anchor’s chair, I listened as Douglas Edwards delivered 15 minutes of news each night on our black and white television in Brooklyn. Edwards sat in the anchor’s chair beginning in 1947, replaced by Cronkite in 1962. 

I’ve stayed loyal to CBS through the years, through evolving anchors, even and up to Tony Dokoupil.  

Poor Tony. A handsome face, for sure, but a lightweight, no doubt, when compared to all of his predecessors, I’d say. It has not helped his standing that he has been plagued by misfortune after misfortune, from opening night technical difficulties, which periodically continue to show up during a telecast, to the faux pas of not securing a visa to enter China to cover Donald Trump’s recent visit there. 

Without explaining why he was in Taiwan, 100 miles away from China, while anchors from competing networks reported from Beijing, Dokoupil also had to endure the misfortune of having to abruptly end a telecast as a cameraman had an emergency medical incident while he was wrapping up his first broadcast in Taiwan. The next day Dokoupil failed to provide an update on the condition of the cameraman. 

Why do I stay with CBS? For sure, inertia plays a part, a big part, of the reason. From time to time Gilda and I sample the news on NBC and ABC. The news is just as depressing on those networks. And, even after lots of CBS correspondents have been let go under Bari Weiss’ regime, we prefer digesting the news from those still at what once was rightfully called the “Tiffany Network.” 

The luster has definitely and definitively lost its sheen at CBS. Thursday night, when Stephen Colbert signs off, it will mark the final “Late Show” broadcast dating back to David Letterman’s tenure. Letterman and Colbert combined for 33 years of entertainment, 22 years for Letterman, 11 for Colbert. 

Colbert brought a more political sensibility to the show. The times—the Age of Trump—demanded it. 

CBS, the network under William Paley and Edward R. Murrow that stood up to Senator Joe McCarthy in the 1950s, that under Paley and Cronkite sounded the futility of President Lyndon Baines Johnson’s American involvement in Vietnam and helped expose President Richard Nixon’s Watergate crimes, no longer has ownership and management that unfailingly seeks to shine light on truth, not in its news division, and not through its late night entertainment. 

Media reports suggest that Bari Weiss is planning changes to two of the crown jewels of CBS News, its “Sunday Morning” show with Jane Pauley and the multi-anchored Sunday evening “60 Minutes.”

I started this blog by recognizing change is an essential part of any organism’s existence. Evolution. We are today vastly different from our ancestors—decades, centuries, millennia ago. 

“These are the times that try men’s souls,” Thomas Paine wrote in 1776. Paine, of course, was writing about the darkest days of the American Revolution, the need to strengthen the resolve of the men and women seeking a separation, a change, from what they had known before. They had no models to aspire to, no compass to discern their proper direction.

We, on the other hand, know that in our 250 year history as a nation, no previous president grifted as much as Trump, none created a slush fund for his family and cohorts, none bullied our allies as he does, none sought to overturn an election or instigated a mob assault on our Capitol. 

The pendulum of history will swing away from Trump. 

I look forward to that change. 

Ramblings About Our Present and Future

 Who will follow Donald Trump? JD or Marco? 

Forget straw polls of the Trumpian horde. The party populace will not choose the next Trumpian presidential candidate. That task will be reserved for his lordship,  (assuming, of course, the artificially-bronzed golden man-child doesn’t declare a national emergency to dissolve the 2028 election so he can stay in office).

Polls like the one recently released by AtlasIntel are meaningless. The nomination will go to whomever Trump prefers. That is, whomever promises to exalt him more (https://dailyvoice.com/md/bethesda/rubio-or-vance-new-poll-reveals-early-gop-preferences-for-possible-2028-presidential-race/).

Who Shot the Sheriff? I suspect skepticism about assassinations—actual and attempted—began after questions arose as to how Lee Harvey Oswald was able to shoot President John F. Kennedy all by himself. And how it was so easy for Jack Ruby to gun down Oswald in the Dallas police department parking garage. And how James Earl Ray was able to escape to England after shooting Martin Luther King Jr. in Memphis.

So, it’s not surprising that lots of people have to swallow hard to believe repeated assassinations attempts of Donald Trump were real and not staged

(https://dailyvoice.com/new-york/whiteplains/new-poll-reveals-how-many-americans-think-trump-assassination-attempts-were-staged/). 

The Washington Post put it thusly: “About 1 in 4 say the correspondents’ dinner shooting was staged, the poll found, including roughly a third of Democrats, as conspiracy theories spread widely online.”

Sadly, we live in an age not of reason but of skepticism, fueled by the power of the Internet to shape public opinion. Even before all facts are known, rumor-mongers bombard our senses. This credibility crisis was aided and abetted by Trump’s first term mouthpiece Kellyanne Conway who coined the phrase “alternative facts” to explain away Trump’s frequent misrepresentations, lies, untruths and fabrications. 

Here’s a current example of his just plain dumbness that relies for support on an uninformed and misinformed MAGA nation: Commenting on the economic fallout from Iran’s stranglehold on the Strait of Hormuz, Trump said because the U.S. doesn’t need oil imported through the Strait, America would not be harmed. Apparently he doesn’t understand that U.S. gasoline prices are based on international Brent Crude oil prices which is affected by the closure of the Strait of Hormuz. And, as we are learning every day, oil and its byproducts are the foundation of many industries. Thus, an oil shortage affects prices in all sectors of the economy at home and abroad.

Future Shock: I want to be and stay informed. I really do. But the more I read about what the future has in store for humanity, the more depressed I become, not necessarily for my 77-year-old self but for the futures of my children and grandchildren.  

Every day, it seems, technologies heretofore depicted in Terminator-type movies of the future are closer to reality even before the first third of the 21st century has elapsed. Case in point: Read Thomas Friedman’s article (but only if you don’t mind becoming depressed)—https://www.nytimes.com/2026/05/01/opinion/trump-iran-artificial-intelligence-china.html?smid=nytcore-ios-share. 

I don’t mean to depress you, or have you worry about my depression. I share this anxiety with you to assure you that if you are feeling similar emotions you are not alone. 

It doesn’t help relieve my depression that my foot injury will keep me from playing pickleball for another several weeks (at least). 

Independence Day Glories: When did MMA (Mixed Martial Arts, for those wondering) become our national past-time?

 

With the 250th anniversary of the founding of our country coming up, thoughts naturally arise to how we will celebrate national achievements that have benefitted mankind. 

Successes like development of the polio vaccine, the discovery of penicillin, creation of Covid vaccines. Invention of the cotton gin, the sewing machine, the telephone, television, the Internet, the personal computer.  

Americans invented baseball. Football (American style). Basketball. 

With a heritage like that, why would any well-grounded person choose to feature an MMA competition June 14 on the South Lawn of the White House? It’s as if Trump fashions himself as a latter day Roman Caesar arranging circus games to pacify the masses to make them forget that bread costs more every day since he started his war with Iran.

He is not tethered to reality. When you are untethered, when you truly believe you do no wrong, when you do not believe any negative reports, when you are convinced God has installed you as his emissary …

Yet your belief in yourself is so fragile that you cannot let a disparaging comment go unanswered …

You tilt at windmills. Literally and figuratively. 

Trump acts as if he believes the U.S. is impervious to penetration by the physical and metaphysical. Yes, he could bar legal, and illegal, entry of humans to American soil, but his ability to keep global warming and pollutants from our atmosphere is illusory. Instead of being a world leader in saving the environment, he is a world leader in abetting its destruction. 

He repeatedly has tried to shut down wind and solar energy projects plus electric car production in favor of more coal plants and gas-guzzling trucks and automobiles. He threatens mass transit projects. While the rest of the world, especially China, embraces a cleaner future, Trump cozies up to polluters and frees up restraints on their environmentally dangerous actions. 

More than ever I am trying to limit my driving to less than 40 miles a day, the battery-powered range of my plug-in hybrid Ford Escape. It’s an admittedly small contribution to saving the planet. Now, it’s your turn—what can you specifically cite as your contribution? 

Time to Revive Noblesse Oblige

I know of few people in my lifetime who did not complain about paying taxes. Someone, I think it might have been my father, said he would welcome the idea of having to pay $100,000 in income taxes because that would mean he earned several multiples more in income.  

There’s lots of talk these days about income inequality and the ruses the rich employ to keep to a minimum their owed share of our collective governmental burden. On Monday while driving around I listened to segments of a panel discussion on NPR about the merits and implausibility of imposing an effective wealth tax on billionaires. 

Which brings me to an article in Tuesday’s New York Times detailing how one of the founders of Google, the multi billionaire Sergey Brin, has shifted from being a progressive-minded supporter to a Trump-loving MAGA mogul whose central motivation these days is fighting a proposed California initiative to impose a one-time five percent tax on billionaires payable in one percent installments over five years. The monies would fund healthcare services, including hospitals, clinics, and emergency rooms that the state might not have the resources to underwrite (https://www.nytimes.com/2026/04/27/us/politics/sergey-brin-gg-soto-trump-california-billionaire-tax.html?unlocked_article_code=1.eVA.OV2r.sZZSA3HnWhI7&smid=url-share)

For Brin, his wealth tax would equal about $13.6 billion, not exactly pocket change, except when you consider Brin’s net worth is estimated at $273 billion. Would he really miss that installment payment of $2.720 billion a year? It’s rounding off money. Besides, wouldn’t he get some positive karma knowing his largesse is helping the lesser fortunate have access to healthcare? 

I don’t begrudge Brin’s nor his cohorts’ fabulous wealth. They conceptualized many of the benefits we all enjoy, though, to be sure, their ideas were implemented and refined through the work of countless associates, no doubt some handsomely paid (unless they’re working in third world sweatshops piecing together hardware products). 

Capitalism enabled their extraordinary wealth. Brin is 52. To plow through his fortune over the next 40 years (if he lives that long), he could spend $6.8 billion a year without sweating over his depleting balance (assuming his nest egg doesn’t inflate from new and continuing investments). 

I am not advocating for a redistribution of wealth. Rather, in a nation where tens of millions go to sleep hungry every night, where tens of millions defer visiting doctors, dentists, optometrists because they cannot afford paying for visits and treatment, where millions of pre-schoolers do not enjoy proper child care because it is either unavailable or too expensive, one has to wonder how we can help balance the living equation of our citizenry.

If California voters approve the wealth tax in November, Sergey Brin would be billed $13.6 billion. But that wouldn’t happen because Brin has moved across the border to the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe. Brin and his comrades in greenbacks have the means and dollars to evade what in the past was called “noblesse oblige,” the moral obligation of people of high status, wealth and power (the nobility of centuries ago) to act responsibly, ethically and charitably toward the less fortunate.

Pity. Brin et al should not dispense part of their fortunes because they pity their fellow countrymen. They should recognize that the strength of America rests not in their collective abilities and accumulation of wealth but in the opportunity they have to positively influence the collective lives of millions of Americans who farm our land, teach our children, guard our neighborhoods and borders, work in our factories, care for the infirmed, clean our homes, and perform all the mundane tasks of daily life that extraordinary, unimaginable wealth has freed them of doing. 

With barely a hiccup to their balance sheets, the billionaire class would still be able to enjoy a lifestyle of yachts, mountain chalets, private jets, exotic retreats while the rest of American society would be able to breathe a little easier knowing a safety net is there if needed.   

Ballroom Fiasco—Agents Looking the Wrong Way

Donald Trump, his acting attorney general Todd Blanche, and sycophantic Trumpsters in Congress and beyond are asserting that the proposed 90,000 square foot ballroom Trump wants to build as an extension to the White House is justified by the Saturday evening assassination attempt at the Washington Hilton during the White House Correspondents’ Association dinner. They argue the ballroom would provide impenetrable protection from any attack. 

That reasoning suggests a president would never venture outside White House grounds as no other venue could be as secure. He or she would be as separated from the populace as potentates are in despotic regimes. 

Ridiculous! Safety can be assured, though never guaranteed, by ramping up appropriate safeguards based on each location a president visits and proper training of Secret Service agents. 

Did anyone else notice in the video of the incident that in the moments before the assailant ran past their checkpoint in the Hilton the agents appeared to be relaxed, not looking in the direction from which he was coming? The key agent at the checkpoint was looking toward the ballroom entrance, not the area from which an attacker might come! Here’s the video: https://youtu.be/BqZCCZL7jl8

Secret Service lapses are becoming routine for Trump. In Butler, PA, during a campaign event in 2024, his protection failed to secure a rooftop with a direct line of fire to the podium where he was speaking. The would-be assassin was killed only after he fired several rounds. 

Recently a car rammed through barriers at Mar-a-Lago, Trump’s Palm Beach retreat. 

Political violence has become a mainstay of life in America. Appropriate dollars should be spent to safeguard politicians, especially a president, but they should not be ensconced in a cocoon, separated from the public they serve. 

Conversation Starters of a Would-Be King to a Real King

Ahead of King Charles III of the United Kingdom and Queen Camilla’s state visit to America April 27-30, I’ve been wondering in what manner or fashion will Donald Trump embarrass himself and our country. 

Here are malapro-Trumpisms our fearful leader might toss at Charles:

“How’s your brother? You know, Jeffrey Epstein never introduced me to him.”

Or, “Was it worth waiting so many years to become king?”

Or, “You know, Camilla is aging well.”

Or, “You know, America saved you guys in two world wars. The least your government should have done in return is support our battle with Iran.”

Or, “You’re an environmentalist who believes in global warming, right?  I’m not and don’t.”

Or, “I really think you should talk those obstinate Canadians into taking my offer to become our 51st state. We could show them how to win Olympic and Paralympics hockey gold. Even our women beat those Canucks.”

Or, “You know, I’m a little like your predecessor Charles II. He was in exile 11 years before returning home to be king. I was in exile only four years before returning to the throne, er, I mean the Oval Office. Much better than the beheading of his father Charles I for treason.”  

Or, “Lots of people in America say I act like a king. As one king to another, what do you think? Did I overdo it with all the gold embellishments?”

Or, “As king, do they make you take cognitive tests?” 

None of those embarrassing questions would be surprising to me given Donald Trump’s penchant for voicing the inappropriate. 

Walking Wounded Update

 Doctor told me this morning the right side of my left foot has a hairline fracture. Left side of foot has strained ligaments. Six weeks before I might be able to pickleball again. Ugh. 

Walking Wounded, Another Pickleball Casualty

Well, Tuesday I became another walking wounded pickleball player. I lost my balance chasing a dink, stepped on the ball with my left foot and tumbled in a parachutist tuck and roll, consciously, successfully, telling myself to avoid banging my head on the hard surface. 

I scrapped my left elbow and left knee. Bloodied but bandaged up, I resumed play for another hour or so. But once off the court, adrenaline waning, my left ankle swelled. 

Sadly, perhaps fortunately, between Gilda’s and my prior experiences we had three ankle boots in our basement to choose from until I could have an orthopedic specialist see me for a professional diagnosis, evaluation and protocol of treatment. I’ll see him Thursday morning. 

I had already planned to miss my regular Thursday pickleball game. We have Broadway theater tickets to see “Becky Shaw.”  My next scheduled game is Tuesday. I doubt I will be cleared to play. 

Orthopedic specialists are said to be doing land office business tending to pickleball injuries, mostly to the elderly. I generally make it a rule not to backpedal for lobs or rush in for dinks, two main actions foreshadowing injuries. 

My exuberance overcame my caution.  

I’m hoping I just sprained the ankle with no ligament damage. At 77, my body takes longer to repair itself.