The Trump Jinx


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The Los Angeles Dodgers visited the White House last month as Major League Baseball’s world champions.

They’ve been winless ever since.

Call it the Trump jinx.

The reigning champs celebrated their title in Washington’s summer swelter. Even gave the president his own championship ring.

Since then, they’ve dropped their longest losing streak of the season, six straight, swept twice, first by Boston, then by Chicago.

The Dodgers are not alone.

In June, Trump sat courtside at Madison Square Garden for Game 3 of the NBA Finals, his first Knicks game there in over a decade. New York had won 13 straight. The Knicks lost that night — even though box owner James Dolan insisted the president stayed awake the whole time. It did not matter. The crowd booed him during the anthem, and the Knicks folded, their only blemish on the championship run.

A month later, the executive jinx discovered FIFA and soccer.

American Forward Folarin Balogun took a red card against Bosnia, triggering an automatic one-game ban ahead of the Round of 16.

Trump called FIFA president Gianni Infantino directly and asked for a review. FIFA obliged, suspending the ban for a “probationary period.” No World Cup suspension had ever been reversed that way. UEFA called it a violation of a principle that “cannot be made subject to exceptions.” Balogun played.

The U.S. lost 4-1. Blown out and eliminated..

Two weeks later, Trump had no team left in the tournament, but he had a favorite. He told Fox Sports it was “hard to bet against” Lionel Messi ahead of the final against Spain. Messi’s Argentinian team promptly lost.

As Trump took part in the trophy ceremony, cameras caught Messi walking past Trump without a glance. No handshake, no eye contact.

And now the jinx has moved off the field entirely.

The Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool sits drained this week, months after Trump ordered it coated “American Flag Blue.”

A man faced felony charges for supposedly vandalizing it. Prosecutors dropped the case Friday. The damage, they now say, came from a botched contractor job. The pool built to reflect the man who watches over Washington now reflects flotsam, which is somehow fitting..

None of this proves anything, not in any way a statistician would accept. Small sample. No control group. No mechanism beyond attention and pressure.

But sports superstition does not run on proof. It runs on pattern, and the Dodgers just handed the pattern its freshest data point.

The reflecting pool is different. That one is not superstition. That one is a $34 million public asset, painted at a president’s request, drained within months, and now the subject of a dismissed criminal case built on a false premise.

Those are not jinxes. Those are choices. And choices have receipts.

Maybe the losses are noise. A team slumps. A goalkeeper has a hot night. A superstar walks off the field too exhausted for pleasantries.

But put the Dodgers, the Knicks and Messi snub side by side, and a pattern can’t help but emerge. Reverse Midas kills everything he touches.

The reflecting pool used to hold water.

Now it holds our fate like a busted Magic 8-Ball.

The Summons

Yessentuki The Summons

Wake! right where you
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Ye alley cats.
Ye valley dogs.


Perish not on the sword
of the noble cause.

But breathe the soil
borne of humble purpose.


There, you are no foot soldier.
You are Aries.

You are the tiller.

There,
molehills and mountaintops abound. 

The Truth Outside the System


I was watching The Matrix Reloaded recently when I noticed the movie’s most interesting conceit had nothing to do with kung fu, bullet time or killer robots.

It was mathematics.

In one of the film’s defining scenes, Neo meets the Architect, the creator of the Matrix. The Architect explains that Neo is not unique. He is merely the latest version of an inevitable anomaly. The Matrix, despite all its computational perfection, cannot eliminate a tiny remainder. It can predict it. It can contain it. It can even build an elaborate cycle around it. But it cannot make it disappear.

The movie treats this as an unavoidable consequence of mathematics.

Strictly speaking, it isn’t. But it points toward one of the deepest ideas mathematics has ever produced.

In 1931, Austrian logician Kurt Gödel published what are now known as the incompleteness theorems. They permanently changed the way mathematicians think about certainty.

The theorems are famously difficult, but the central idea is surprisingly accessible.

Gödel proved that any mathematical system powerful enough to describe ordinary arithmetic will inevitably contain truths that cannot be proven from within that system. He then went one step further. Such a system cannot even prove its own consistency using only its own rules.

Read that sentence again.

Mathematics, humanity’s gold standard for certainty, proved that there are limits to what mathematics can certify about itself.

That does not mean mathematics is flawed.

Quite the opposite. It means mathematics possesses something many belief systems lack.

Humility.

It acknowledges where its own boundaries lie.

The Matrix borrows this intuition. The Architect believes he has built a perfect machine. Yet every version of the Matrix generates a remainder. Neo is that remainder. Not because the equations are sloppy, but because the system can never become perfectly closed.

Whether that makes for good mathematics is debatable. Whether it makes for good philosophy is another matter.

Because once you leave mathematics, you begin noticing closed systems everywhere.

Religions often prove themselves by referring back to themselves. The sacred text is true because the sacred text says it is true. The prophet is genuine because the prophet says so. The institution derives authority from the institution.

Round and round it goes.

The same thing happens in politics. The party is right because the party says it is right. The ideology becomes its own evidence. Loyalty replaces verification.

Human beings seem naturally drawn toward systems that answer every question before it is asked.

The problem is that reality rarely cooperates. Reality keeps producing remainders. That is where Evidentialism parts company with faith.

Evidentialism is not another closed system asking you to trust its conclusions. It asks you to distrust conclusions that cannot survive independent examination.

If a claim is true, it should leave fingerprints outside itself. If a miracle occurred, there should be evidence. If a historical event happened, there should be corroboration. If a scientific theory is correct, it should predict observations that anyone can test.

Truth should not depend on already believing it.

That, to me, is the quiet brilliance of Gödel’s work.

He did not destroy certainty. He destroyed the illusion of self-contained certainty. He reminded us that no sufficiently rich system can completely explain itself from the inside.

Sometimes you have to step outside the system to see the system.

That lesson extends well beyond mathematics. It reaches into science, journalism, philosophy and religion. Every one of them is healthiest when it welcomes questions from outside rather than suppressing them from within.

The Architect believed perfection meant eliminating every anomaly.

Gödel suggested that the anomaly is not always the problem.

Sometimes it is the clue. Sometimes the remainder is the part pointing toward a larger truth that the system itself cannot see.

That may be the most honest lesson mathematics has ever taught us. Not that every question has an answer.

But that every answer deserves a question.