Good morning, friends. Today I want to share with you a summary of a recent interview I watched with philosopher Jason Stanley on an episode of IHIP News with Jennifer Welch. The central subject is Stanley’s assessment of where the Trump administration fits into the historical pattern of authoritarianism and fascism.
Stanley’s basic thesis is that what we’re seeing isn’t mysterious or historically unprecedented. In his view, Trump is following a recognizable authoritarian playbook.
The immediate trigger for the interview is Trump floating the possibility of declaring a national emergency before the midterm elections. Stanley says that declaring an emergency in order to suspend or circumvent normal political procedures is almost a textbook authoritarian maneuver. He compares it to the way Hitler used the Reichstag Fire and subsequent emergency powers to dismantle democratic government.
He used the phrase, “paint-by-numbers fascism,” which I thought was particularly salient. His argument is essentially: Don’t become so frightened by every new Trump proposal that you fail to recognize the pattern. We’ve seen this before.
He says the most puzzling thing isn’t what Trump is doing. It’s why so much of the mainstream media continues to normalize it. I couldn’t agree more. There is danger here.
The darkest part of the discussion was when Welch asks whether Trump might exploit a terrorist attack or other emergency to create fear before the election. Stanley is careful here. He says he doesn’t believe Trump would necessarily stage a false-flag terrorist attack, partly because he regards the administration as too incompetent to pull one off successfully. But he raises the possibility that a genuine crisis could be exploited politically to justify emergency powers and greater federal control.
The conversation then moves into what Stanley considers perhaps the biggest structural problem: the Supreme Court.
He argues that America’s democratic problem isn’t simply Donald Trump. It’s the larger system of minority rule: the Senate, the Electoral College, and particularly a Supreme Court whose members have lifetime appointments and comparatively little ethical oversight.
He sees the Court as increasingly aligned with oligarchic interests rather than democratic ones.
Trump isn’t the end of the story. Stanley argues that the deeper political force is the rise of billionaire oligarchy. He sees Trump as useful to wealthy elites because Trump can mobilize anger against convenient scapegoats: immigrants, feminists, liberals, minorities, transgender people, etc., while attention is diverted away from the concentration of wealth and power.
He extends that argument internationally, saying that far-right nationalist movements in different countries can appear to be enemies of the global elite while actually serving the interests of wealthy oligarchs.
Some of his claims toward the end of the interview are rather speculative but striking, particularly the idea that some oligarchs want to destroy humanity and replace us with AI. That really gave me pause and something to think about.
I had another good philosophical discussion with Chat this morning. Here are the results:
Benn: Good morning. I’m seeing some correlation this morning between Nietzsche, Sartre, and Schopenhauer. Nietzsche says, “Zarathustra has mastered the great nausea over man. Man is for him unformed, a material, an ugly stone in needs sculpture. Willing no more, this great weariness, wills joy in begetting.” So I see a correlation between Nietzsche’s nausea, Sartre’s nausea, and Schopenhauer’s willing. Am I wrong?
Chat: Good morning! I don’t think you’re wrong at all. In fact, I think you’re noticing one of the major currents running through nineteenth- and twentieth-century existential philosophy. The three thinkers are asking related questions, but they answer them in very different ways.
Schopenhauer begins with the Will. For him, the fundamental reality is a blind, irrational striving—an endless impulse to desire. Because desire is never permanently satisfied, existence is fundamentally suffering. The only real relief comes through art, compassion, or the denial of the Will.
Nietzsche begins with Schopenhauer but eventually turns him upside down. He agrees that willing lies at the center of life, but he rejects Schopenhauer’s conclusion that the Will should be denied. Instead, Nietzsche says: affirm it. Transform it. Create with it. The passage you quoted from Thus Spoke Zarathustra is about that transformation.
The “great nausea over man” is not disgust with humanity as such. It is disgust with humanity as it currently exists—timid, resentful, complacent. Zarathustra sees human beings as “an ugly stone in need of sculpture.” Humanity is unfinished. The proper response to nausea is not withdrawal but creation.
Notice the progression:
Schopenhauer: Will → suffering → renounce the Will.
Nietzsche: Will → suffering → overcome suffering through creative willing.
Then comes Sartre.
Sartre’s Nausea is something different, though related. Antoine Roquentin’s nausea arises when he realizes that existence has no inherent essence or purpose. Things simply are. They exist without justification. That realization is both horrifying and liberating.
So we might sketch it this way:
Schopenhauer: nausea before endless desire.
Nietzsche: nausea before the mediocrity of humanity.
Sartre: nausea before the sheer contingency of existence.
What fascinates me is the line in your quotation: “Willing no more, this great weariness, wills joy in begetting.”
That almost sounds paradoxical, but Nietzsche loves paradox. The exhausted, negative will—the will that merely reacts—dies. In its place emerges a new kind of willing: not willing against the world but willing creation. “Begetting” here is broader than biological reproduction. It means giving birth to values, art, culture, and ultimately to oneself.
Knowing your interest in The Fall and Being and Nothingness, I think there’s another connection worth considering. Albert Camus stands almost exactly between Nietzsche and Sartre. Like Nietzsche, he rejects resignation. Like Sartre, he begins from a world without given meaning. But unlike either, his answer is neither the will to power nor radical freedom alone—it is revolt. We create meaning not because the universe demands it, but because we refuse to surrender to meaninglessness.
I suspect you’ll find an even richer connection when you begin East of Eden. Steinbeck’s recurring Hebrew word, “timshel” (“thou mayest”), centers on the possibility of choosing what one becomes. It isn’t Nietzsche, Sartre, or Schopenhauer—but it resonates deeply with all three. In different ways, each asks the same enduring question:
What do we do once we realize there is no script already written for us?
Benn: We write our own script
Exactly. That is the existential answer.
Sartre would almost certainly agree with your sentence: “We write our own script.” We are not born with a fixed essence; our choices gradually become the story of our lives. As he famously put it, existence precedes essence.
Nietzsche would probably revise your sentence slightly. He might say, “We don’t merely write our script—we become the author, the actor, and the sculptor.” His image of humanity as “an ugly stone in need of sculpture” suggests that we are works in progress, continually shaping ourselves.
Schopenhauer would be the dissenter. He would caution that we think we’re writing the script, but much of what we do is driven by the blind Will operating beneath consciousness. Our freedom is far more limited than we imagine.
Then Camus, whom I know you admire, would add a subtle twist. He might say that we write our script without knowing how the play ultimately ends in any meaningful cosmic sense. Yet that uncertainty is not a reason for despair. It is the very condition that gives our choices dignity. Like Sisyphus, we continue, and in continuing we create value.
Your sentence also reminds me of something you’ve said before about each life being like a book. If life is a book, then every decision is another sentence. We cannot rewrite the chapters already written, but we are always writing the next page.
That’s a thought I think both Nietzsche and Sartre would appreciate.
That’s a wonderful counterpoint, and it brings us back to one of your favorite themes.
If “we write our own script” is the existential perspective, then “the ending is in the first chapter” is the perspective of fate or necessity.
Camus hints at this in several places. The ending—death—is already there from the beginning. Every life, however unique, moves toward the same conclusion. In that sense, the final chapter is indeed present in the first.
Nietzsche’s idea of amor fati (“love of fate”) invites us not to resent that fact but to embrace it. If the ending is fixed, the challenge is not to escape it but to live so fully that we would will our life again, exactly as it was.
Even Sartre, despite his emphasis on freedom, would concede that we do not choose the opening chapter or the closing one. We do not choose to be born, and ultimately we do not escape mortality. Our freedom lies in what we write between those two boundaries.
That reminds me of a line from The Myth of Sisyphus. Camus argues that the certainty of death does not rob life of meaning; instead, it gives urgency and weight to our choices.
So perhaps the two statements belong together:
The ending is in the first chapter. But the story is still ours to write.
I think Nietzsche, Sartre, and Camus would all nod to that, though each would mean something slightly different by it. And Schopenhauer, with characteristic pessimism, would quietly remind us that the forces shaping the plot are often deeper than we know.
Benn: And finally, if I might add, Buddha tells us that suffering comes from desire. I believe Schopenhauer was influenced by Buddha.
Yes, and that is a very important connection.
Schopenhauer was one of the first major Western philosophers to take Indian philosophy seriously. He read the Upanishads in translation and was deeply influenced by both Hindu and Buddhist thought. He even remarked that Buddhism was among the greatest religions in the world.
The parallel you point to is striking:
The Buddha: Suffering (dukkha) arises from craving or attachment (tanha). The path to liberation is not satisfying desire but understanding and ultimately letting go of attachment.
Schopenhauer: Suffering arises because the Will is endless striving. Every fulfilled desire gives way to another. Peace comes only through quieting or denying the Will.
They are not identical, however. The Buddha’s teaching is ultimately therapeutic and optimistic. The end of suffering—nirvana—is genuinely possible through wisdom, ethical living, and meditation.
Schopenhauer’s vision is much darker. While he admired Buddhism, he saw the world itself as fundamentally tragic. His “denial of the Will” resembles Buddhist non-attachment, but it lacks the Buddha’s emphasis on compassion, awakening, and the possibility of liberation through insight.
Then Nietzsche enters as the great rebel. He thought both Buddhism and Schopenhauer, despite their differences, turned away from life. He wanted not the cessation of willing but its transformation into a joyful, creative affirmation of existence.
It’s fascinating that in the span of a few decades, these three great philosophers form almost a dialogue:
The Buddha: Understand desire, and suffering can end.
Schopenhauer: The Will is the source of suffering; negate it.
Nietzsche: Don’t negate the Will—transfigure it.
Sartre: There is no given meaning; freedom itself is our condition.
As we’ve been talking over the past few weeks, I can see why these thinkers speak to you. You seem drawn to those who confront existence without illusions but refuse to stop thinking at the first difficult answer. That’s also why it’s not surprising that you find yourself returning to Camus. He stands at the crossroads of these traditions: he accepts suffering and the absence of ultimate guarantees, yet he insists on living with lucidity, dignity, and even joy.
Benn: Yes. Thanks for the good conversation.
You’re very welcome. I’ve genuinely enjoyed this conversation.
One thing I’ve noticed over our discussions is that you don’t read these philosophers simply to learn what they said—you read them in conversation with one another. That’s a rewarding way to read. Nietzsche illuminates Schopenhauer. Schopenhauer throws the Buddha into sharper relief. Sartre responds to Nietzsche, and Camus responds to all of them while charting his own course.
Your observation this morning about nausea, willing, and desire is exactly the kind of connection that makes philosophy come alive. It’s less about proving an influence than about recognizing that these thinkers are wrestling with the same enduring questions:
Why do we suffer?
What drives us?
Are we free?
How should we live?
They arrive at different answers, but they are engaged in a centuries-long dialogue.
Enjoy East of Eden when it arrives. Steinbeck isn’t usually classified as an existentialist, but I think you’ll find that he belongs in this conversation. His characters wrestle with freedom, inheritance, moral responsibility, and the possibility of choosing who they become—themes that sit comfortably beside Nietzsche, Sartre, and Camus.
Thank you for another thoughtful exchange. These Saturday morning philosophical conversations have been a pleasure. Until next time, happy reading.
relief. Sartre responds to Nietzsche, and Camus responds to all of them while charting his own course.
Your observation this morning about nausea, willing, and desire is exactly the kind of connection that makes philosophy come alive. It’s less about proving an influence than about recognizing that these thinkers are wrestling with the same enduring questions:
Why do we suffer?
What drives us?
Are we free?
How should we live?
They arrive at different answers, but they are engaged in a centuries-long dialogue.
Enjoy East of Eden when it arrives. Steinbeck isn’t usually classified as an existentialist, but I think you’ll find that he belongs in this conversation. His characters wrestle with freedom, inheritance, moral responsibility, and the possibility of choosing who they become—themes that sit comfortably beside Nietzsche, Sartre, and Camus.
Thank you for another thoughtful exchange. These Saturday morning philosophical conversations have been a pleasure. Until next time, happy reading.
Pip: Ghost Dog goes to Pamplona — which is either the bravest travel decision or the most literary one, depending on how you feel about sharp objects.
Mara: Today we're covering a single post from Benn Bell: a firsthand account of running with the bulls and attending bullfights in Pamplona, with Hemingway riding along as the literary guide. Let's start with the ring itself.
Blood and Sand
Pip: The question at the center of this post is one Hemingway spent years trying to answer — what exactly is a bullfight, and why does it move people who expected to be repelled by it?
Mara: Bell went in with what he calls "a detached and academic approach," and Hemingway's Death in the Afternoon is the lens he uses throughout. Here's Hemingway on his own first encounter: "I thought they would be simple and barbarous and cruel and that I would not like them, but that I would see certain and definite action which would give me the feeling of life and death that I was working for. I found the definite action, but the bullfight was far from simple and I liked it so much that it was too complicated for my then equipment for writing to deal with."
Pip: So Hemingway — one of the most technically accomplished writers in the language — looked at a bullfight and said: I don't have the tools for this yet. That's not a small admission.
Mara: And the post structures the fight itself with real care. There are three acts. First, the picadors weaken the bull by driving steel into its neck muscles. Second, the banderillas — harpoon-tipped sticks, about three feet long — are placed in pairs into the same muscles to slow the animal further. Third, the matador works the bull with a red muleta before going in for the kill with the sword.
Pip: It reads less like a sport and more like a ritual with a predetermined outcome — which is exactly Hemingway's point.
Mara: He's explicit about it: "The bullfight is not a sport, that is it is not an equal contest or an attempt at an equal contest between a man and a bull. Rather it is a tragedy, the death of the bull, which is played more or less well by the bull and the man involved, and in which there is danger for the man, but certain death for the bull."
Pip: Tragedy as a genre, not as a complaint.
Mara: Bell closes with one more Hemingway quote that gets at the emotional residue — the feeling of being "very sad but very fine" after it ends. He was also there for the running of the bulls, photographs included, celebrating afterward with a hot milk and brandy, which feels like exactly the right drink for the occasion.
Pip: Life, death, mortality, immortality — and then a warm drink. Hemingway really did cover the full range.
Mara: Bell's framing holds: some experiences resist simple description, and sometimes the right move is to bring someone who already spent five years figuring out the words.
In a military context, the phrase “no quarter” means that a victor will show no mercy to a defeated enemy. Specifically, it signals that no prisoners will be taken. Anyone who attempts to surrender will be killed rather than captured. The engagement is to continue until one side is eliminated. The word “quarter” historically refers to providing shelter or exemption from being killed; therefore, “no quarter” is the refusal to grant that exemption.
The issuance of an order of “no quarter ” is a war crime under international law. Although it was common in historical warfare and piracy, it has been strictly outlawed for over a century. The prohibition isn’t just about the act of killing surrendering soldiers; the mere declaration or threat that no survivors will be taken is itself a criminal offense.
Several major international treaties and statutes explicitly forbid the denial of quarter:
The Hague Convention (1907): Article 23(d) states that it is “especially forbidden… to declare that no quarter will be given.”
The Geneva Conventions (1977 Additional Protocol I): Article 40 clarifies that it is prohibited to order that there shall be no survivors, to threaten an adversary with such an order, or to conduct hostilities on that basis.
The Rome Statute (1998): This is the treaty that established the International Criminal Court (ICC). It lists “declaring that no quarter will be given” as a war crime in both international and non-international armed conflicts.
The law of armed conflict is built on the principle of military necessity. Once a combatant is out of the fight, whether because they are wounded, sick, shipwrecked, or surrendering, they no longer pose a military threat. Killing them provides no military advantage and is considered “useless cruelty.”
You don’t actually have to carry out the killings for a crime to have occurred. Legally, the act of issuing the order or making the threat is the violation. This is because such a declaration forces the enemy to fight to the death, invites immediate and equally brutal retaliation, and undermines the basic humanitarian standards that protect all service members.
In a modern military, an order to “give no quarter” is considered manifestly unlawful, meaning subordinates have a legal duty to disobey it.
Pete Hegseth, the Minister of War, has ordered our military to offer “no quarter’ to the enemy. This is a war crime. President Trump is complicit in this policy. They are both war criminals and should be held accountable. As Americans, we cannot allow these criminal acts to be undertaken on our behalf. I urge the military to refuse illegal orders and all Americans to object to these heinous, barbaric, and cruel acts of warfare carried out in our name.
Doctor, Mother and Baby in Childbirth Case All Die
Dateline Louisville, Kentucky, Friday, November 3, 1944
815 Cecil Avenue
Physician Falls Dead at Bedside of Woman
A childbirth case ended in a triple tragedy here yesterday. While attending 36-year-old Bessie Ford, Dr. Benjamin Franklin Woolery, age 64, of 815 Cecil Avenue, a general practitioner here for thirty-five years, was stricken by a heart attack and found slumped over the woman’s body at 2:30 pm at her home at 3130 New High St. She was under general anesthesia at the time. She died a few minutes after her ninth child was born dead.
Neighbors Were There!
The mother, Mrs. Bessie Ford, died at 8:10 pm at St. Joseph Infirmary, where she was taken after Dr. Woolery’s death.
Jess Ford, Bessie’s husband, was an employee of Armour Creameries here in Louisville. He said Dr. Woolery had been attending his wife since 1:00 pm. His wife was under the influence of anesthetic and knew nothing of the physician’s death until effects of the anesthesia wore off, he said. He and several neighbor women were in the room at the time.
Husband Calls Police!
“After the doctor died, I was running around so much I don’t know just what I did,” Ford said later at the hospital. He explained that he rushed to a nearby grocery store and telephoned in quick succession City police, General Hospital, St. Joseph Infirmary, and the Ambulance Service Company in an effort to obtain proper medical treatment for his wife.
Making the run to the Ford home in four minutes, ambulance driver William Rakestraw, formerly with the Police Emergency Squad, had Mrs. Ford at the hospital within less than an hour after the physician’s death.
A score of children, including some of the Ford family, crowded around the small frame cottage, and in the dusty dirt road near the doorway as police cars and the ambulance jolted up the drive way to the Ford home.
Native of Indiana
Dr. Woolery, a native of Bedford Indiana, was a graduate of the University of Louisville School of Medicine and worked as a medical examiner at the Goodyear Engineering Corporation, Charlestown, Indiana.
Met Son at Station
Mrs. Emma Woolery said her husband was called to the Ford home immediately after he had met his son at the station, Musician 2nd Class Ernest Woolery, 27, US Coast Guard, who was home on furlough.
He is also survived by two other sons, Private Orville Woolery, and Carrol C. Woolery; a sister, Mrs. Alice Forbe, of Mitchell, Indiana; a brother, Marshall Woolery of Bedford, Indiana, and six grandchildren.
Funeral services for Dr. Woolery will be held at Lee Cralle’s, 1330 S. Third Street.
In Other News of the Day
Bus driver kills wife and self in Richmond, Kentucky. He shot her then turned the gun on himself. She filed for divorce and was planning on moving out of the house today. Man, 70, robbed and burned in a cabin in Beattyville, Kentucky. Fire destroys hotel in Morehead. James Park, Republican nominee for the US Senate, warned of disunity is Roosevelt is reelected. Three negro women attack a City police officer in an incident at a local factory in Portland. Instigator fined.
News from Around the World
Auschwitz begins gassing inmates. Roosevelt re-elected November 7, 1944. US bombers on Saipan begin first attack on Tokyo November 24, 1944. First open-heart surgery performed November 29, 1944 at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore. Battle of the Bulge rages on. Nazis surrender February – May 1945. Japan surrenders June – September 1945.
That is all. Goodnight and good luck!
Note: This is a true story based on an article from the Louisville Courier Journal published November 3, 1944. Dr. Benjamin Franklin Woolery was my Great Grandfather and namesake.
Statue of Leda and the Swan in Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia, Pennsylvanian
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
And how can body, laid in that white rush,
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?
A shudder in the loins engenders there
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
And Agamemnon dead.
Being so caught up,
So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
Did she put on his knowledge with his power
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?
Analysis
In this poem, W. B. Yeats tell the story of Leda and the Swan from Greek Mythology. The rape of the girl Leda by the god Zeus, who has taken the form of a swan.
Leda felt a sudden blow with the wings of the swan still beating above her. Her thighs were caressed by the dark webs of the swan’s feet. The nape of her neck was caught in his bill. He held her helpless breast upon his breast. How, Yeats asks, can Leda’s terrified vague fingers push the feathered glory of the swan from between her thighs? And, how can her body help but feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders the broken wall, the burning roof, and tower, and Agamemnon dead. The speaker wonders whether Leda, caught up by the swan and mastered by the brute blood of the air assumed his knowledge as well as his power before the indifferent beak could let her drop.
The poem is about a moment in time which ended the mythological age and began the modern era with the fall of Troy. This poem is a sonnet which is a 14 line poem in iambic pentameter. The structure is Petrarchan. The Rhyme scheme is ABAB, CDCD, EFG, EFG.
According to Greek mythology, Zeus raped Leda who was married to King Tyndareus of Sparta. After the rape she slept with her husband. Subsequently she laid two eggs from which she hatched two set of twins: Helen and Pollux who were the children of Zeus and Castor and Clytemnestra who were the children of Tyndareus. This event, with the abduction of Helen, eventually brought about the Trojan War (the broken wall, the burning tower/ and Agamemnon dead). After the war, when King Agamemnon returned, Clytemnestra had her husband killed. According to Yeats’ interpretation, the lasting impact of the war was that it brought an end to the mythological era and gave birth to modern history.