After The Washington Post lists Boise, Idaho as one of its "10 destinations that hit their absolute peak in summer"....

... the commenters over there go crazy, politically crazy. The article just enthuses about the Boise River Greenbelt, the Whitewater Park, the Urban Wine Trail —"a collection of wineries and meaderies with tasting room" — and the Boise Idaho Potato Trail — with various potato-based "restaurants, breweries and other eateries."

Eateries and meaderies! Sounds indulgently wholesome, one might think.

Oh, but not to the commenters! The most-liked comment is:

"No one should travel to Idaho. No tourist dollars should go to a horrible, near-fascist state that so denies the rights of women and people of color...."

To sample a few others from the top of the most-liked:

• "... Idaho is just filled with crazed militia types and all MAGA all the time. I wouldn’t feel safe there at all."

• "Do not spend one vacation dollar in the Fascist state of Idaho."

• "Boise Idaho- maga central?! Pass!!"

• "You forgot the warning for pregnant women traveling to Idaho."

• Responding to "Oh good—I was hoping a travel article would lead us to a conversation about Donald Trump": "That's the reality MAGA has created in this country. No, it's not a both-sides issue here, it's all on bible-thumping MAGA."

Mead tasting.

On Pearl Street, in Boulder, Colorado, last Saturday. (We're home now.)

Bear in mind: the "mead paw."

I've got "bear" in mind today, because I'm teaching District of Columbia v. Heller — the main case about the right to bear arms. I was looking up the word "bear" on the theory that it connected to the word "embarrass," which comes up in older constitutional law cases about the power of Congress, including McCulloch v. Maryland, also in today's assignment. When the people gave Congress its various powers, Chief Justice Marshall says in McCulloch, they couldn't have meant "to clog and embarrass its execution by withholding the most appropriate means."

But the "-bar-" in "embarrass" isn't like the "bear" in "bear arms." It comes from "baraço" which was the kind of cord or leash you'd use to restrain an animal — perhaps a bear. But the "bear" in "bear arms" is an extremely old root that has always referred to carrying a burden. "Bear," the animal, takes us somewhere else entirely, to the word "brown." Northern Europeans took to calling a bear "the brown one," disconnecting from the Latin "ursus" because — the theory goes — hunters had a taboo on saying the names of wild animals.

Wanting to know more about this taboo, I found a blog post that caught my eye because it inadvertently said the name of my husband: "'Mead Paw' the Original 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'":

... Bronze-Age hunters came to believe that using the bear’s true name allowed the animal to hear and comprehend the hunter. This would allow the bear to either elude the hunter or come seeking him, who would then become the hunted. The bear was the only really dangerous animal in the great Germanic forest, so to reduce this danger, men changed the rules....

In the Slavic lands, a similar taboo deformation resulted in the Russian name медведь (from *medu-ed) meaning ‘honey-eater’. This compares with our familiar Beowulf which literally means ‘Bee-wolf’ – an obvious poetic euphemism for Bear, in light of the bears notorious liking for honey. Beowulf is ‘bear-like’ in his great strength....

Of all the animals, the most sacred was the bear, whose real name was never uttered out loud. The bear (“karhu” in Finnish) was seen as the embodiment of the forefathers, and for this reason it was called by many euphemisms: “mesikämmen” (“mead-paw”), “otso” (“wide brow”), “kontio” (“dweller of the land”), “lakkapoika” (“cloudberry boy”).

That post proceeds the issues of not saying the name of God and the Harry Potter taboo on naming Lord Voldemort, but my mind wandered to the subject of Donald Trump. It was just 2 posts down that I was writing about an Andrew Sullivan essay, which I had searched for the word "Trump" and, finding nothing, praised for not mentioning Trump, and which I had to come back to and update when I realized that Sullivan was treating Trump as one who must not be named. It was right there in the one paragraph I'd excerpted: "a walking human Snapchat app of incoherence."

Suddenly, I realized that I'd started out doing the same thing. I would not accept the existence of Donald Trump as a candidate for President. Look at this post from June 16, 2015:

Look at that tag: Nothing! June 16th. I wouldn't say the name. That was this day:

"Beekeeping has been broached as a project for next summer (Mr. Klein has a hankering for mead)."

My favorite sentence in a NYT article called "Where Tiny Houses and Big Dreams Grow/A tech entrepreneur and his friends make a weekend community in the woods." Another tiny-house article. I love those. Hankering for mead? Check. Bees? Broach away!

And broaching alone will do/If bees are few.

The Fruit Formerly Known As Apple.

AND: As Meade points out in the comments, the image from the Super Bowl is more apt:



Something about the directionality of the phallic extension.