Judging by the news articles, editorials and the tidal wave of FB posts about Paul Ryan’s speech, I sense there is a lot of concern about the truthfulness of his address. Come on people, as if there is some gold standard by which political speeches are to be measured. When Paul Ryan lies it is completely different from when Obama lies…. how? There is enough mud to bury both parties in, but neither group of partisans seems very interested in enforcing truth from their candidates.
Sometimes I feel like I should care. But I sit down until the feeling passes. Not that I would not welcome honest, progressive politicians into my world. It is just that it hasn’t happened and there is no evidence it is on the verge of happening. Obama is a polished, dishonest politico. He is surrounded by professional weasels who are highly skilled at the art of self-promotion and lying. I would characterize his administration as a series of disappointments, if I cared enough to list all the ways he has lied or fudged on his promises. His biggest crime, while not involving lies, is continuing the drug war, especially as pertains to marijuana. What a monumental abandonment of the people in order to perpetuate an image of strength and power against crime. He has ordered the continuation of the criminalization of recreational and medical marijuana users and in so doing has squandered opportunity to correct this harm while bleeding the public coffers of money which should should have been diverted to real causes. So what if Paul Ryan lied. What would be news is if a politician told truths.
FYI. I will probably vote for Obama again. But it won’t be out of admiration and respect for the job he is doing. It will be because I believe that less harm will come to of his administration in opposition to a Romney presidency which I think will hasten the destruction of the middle-class through preferential treatment of the wealthy. I believe a Republican administration will continue the war on Mexican immigrants, bolster even further the concept of “Homeland Security” and ignore significant environmental remediation. I believe, which of course does not make it true, that they will divert or deny funds needed for social services, health care and education.
But please do not presume the high road belongs to your political party. The odds are seriously against that probability.
I rode about 24 miles on my bicycle today. I have 3 bicycles. Two were pricey. I ride the heavier slower one now. Reason being, I am no hurry to get anywhere. I am riding for fun and health, neither of which requires speed. My body is doing what most aging peoples bodies are doing. Aging! It is taking longer to recover, to heal and all that from shorter lighter burdens than before.
I do not want to die. But I do not want to spend my life in fear of this inevitable moment. I can get quite maudlin sometimes just thinking about dying. I imagine the nothingness, the absence of loved ones and the inability to protect loved ones. It gives me goose bumps sometimes. At other times I can be quite stoic and gracious at the thought of my demise. After all, it is not like I will be the first person I know to die. And my extensive research on the subject would indicate that no one, not no how, is getting out alive. Not the good people, or the smart ones or the saintly ones or the evil ones.
I take good care of myself. I exercise and eat right. I do not go into risky situations, least ways not like I used to. All that effort may simply mean that I have a nice looking corpse when I get hit by a truck or contract virulent forms of cancer while minding my own business. Steve Jobs couldn’t buy his way out of death and lord knows he had the money to do so.
So, I rode my bike and smiled at everyone I met. The walkers, runners and bikers that like myself don’t want to die. So they drag themselves to the trail and harness this intensity born of fear of mortality. But sometimes my smile distracts them for a brief moment and they smile back, forgetting that they are about the serious business of defeating death. Miles and miles of smiles and smiles.
God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change. When my time comes, let me have the courage to go with dignity and acceptance.
Writing and thinking tire me.Or maybe it was the bike ride. Or really, it may just be a function of age.
The campaigns are revving up. The American people are about to be ground into pieces as the bulldozers of expediency run amok. These politicians care not a wit what happens to The People. They survive on sucking the blood, money and freedoms from us like the vampires they are. It matters not if you favor republicans or democrats. They exist solely to preserve the status quo. That status quo is keeping in place a new ruling class who have made us the new plantation slaves. Be wary of politicians bearing platforms. Neither party has a history of providing direction and strength towards a better day. Our quality of life deteriorates through loss of wages adequate health care, ecological degradation and environmental deterioration. Both sides ignore science and empirical data about drug use and perpetuate a policy of criminalization of recreational drug use. The free market place is an illusion and corporate America is only plenty pleased to turn the surveillance cameras on us in their stores and watch us pick out the right color for our waterproof ipod cover.
It isn’t as easy to find male chauvinist pigs like it used to be. But man oh man, this guy is just like the smell of freshly cut grass which as it wafts across your nose reminds you of a time years past.
After you read this, let’s analyze it. They call him a grandpa but he is younger than me. Not like he was some aged old guy. One robber had the clerk at gunpoint? If I perchance am the clerk, me hopes you will be judicious in shooting the guy that is not holding a gun on me. My suggestion tactically, shoot the guy with the clerk first before he gets freaked out from the gun fire and shoots the clerk. Now all is well that ends well. So I am not criticizing as much as analyzing so that we all learn something about the prudent use of deadly force.
Do you not just love that I can pontificate (rightly or wrongly) on the use of deadly force and the day to day activities of a novice monk? Or as my friend Gary use to call me, a schmonk. That was a hybrid of monk and schmuck. Gary is not the most reverent man I know. Although I often caught him on his knees in seeming prayer only to learn later he was just too high to stand up.
I just hope that some elements of this story are just wrong, like no one at the party helped the victim and no one at the hospital contacted police. I do not suggest that the boys and I would respond to hate with hate. We have outgrown that behavior. I mean that we should fight staples with staples. Properly applied staples could result in difficulty with basic elimination of waste and nothing more. Seems a small thing to do for our beloved Klansmen out there.
Add the words charity and disaster together and they usually equal rip-off. I do not know why a charity was created for the victims’ families. I believe it was done so people could feel good about themselves. Every day I read about many tragedies and many survivors and families. Whow should receive financial assistance in a bad situation, seems to be a most willy nilly, who wants publicity, kind of deal. How many freakin’ times do we have to hear about an ad hoc charity improperly funneling funds to persons unintended? What surprises me is not how often the money is diverted from its cause, but how there is a bottomless pool of people who will donate anyways.
In the same vein was this clown (no insult to clowns intended) http://bonjupatten.com/2012/06/27/americas-got-talent-fake-military-cowboy-singer-gets-the-boot/
I smelled rat the moment I watched his interveiw. Why did no one check his story in advance? And by the way, I am not angry with cowboy. My anger is strictly reserved for the AGT producers. The man himself is just a sad man.