As tiresome as it is to listen to NRA Nutz misquote, misinterpret and misuse the Second Amendment, and as badly as we need gun ownership regulation of some sort – as the Second Amendment dictates – gun control legislation is not going to stop these monstrous school killings; at least not any time soon. Even if gun control legislation passed this afternoon it would take decades before guns weren’t readily available – if then. Keep Reading
Not surprisingly the politicians on the panel belittled that idea as quickly and harshly as possible, not wanting to acknowledge that it could be necessary to call upon a non-politician to do a politician’s job; protective of their jobs and situation in the uneasy manner contractors display when homeowners suggest doing their own repairs instead of calling upon the contractor’s expertise. Of course Mr. Maher could not have been more correct or insightful.
Much of Trump’s initial support was a result of him being a TV personality. Had it not been for his established fame not only would he not have been elected president … he would never even have been invited to the debates or received the nomination. He certainly wasn’t a credible politician – or even a credible human being.
It isn’t about how many weeks or how many centimeters or how many heartbeats because you can’t have a person without that zygote and so you can’t say the zygote is not alive, or a being. Cells that are reproducing and growing as rapidly as the zygotes are, more than qualify anything – plant or animal – to be ‘alive’.
No, it is about 1) who gets to murder legally and 2) who gets to decide who gets to murder legally. The answer to both – generally speaking, in dangerous generalizations – is old white guys. Politicians, influential businessmen, henchmen and cronies that think in grandiose terms, where lost lives are anticipated, computed and accepted as part of the game; the price of doing business.
Who doesn’t get to murder legally is everyone else, and the guys running the show will do anything to keep it that way, lashing out at the very idea of what and who they fear most: empowered women. Keep Reading
*Most addicts never see it coming. They just cruise along enjoying a harmless vice, one they are in complete control of, placing themselves above the many that have succumbed. Then the day of Josie’s graduation comes along, which means three hours in the car with family and a long day away from home before there will be any alone time, and they panic a little. Mr. Jones is knocking. That’s when the compromises begin.
One little lie here, one unfact there, twenty dollars here, a couple hours there. They will compromise their own integrity. They will compromise their own reality. They will compromise almost anything just to get at that drink, that pill, that gram, that bet, that cupcake. They start doing things that they never would have dreamed of doing a year ago, or two.
*.. and upon entering, the children sprout wings and begin to fly, frolicking and playing together without regard or concern for race or gender; eating nutritious candy and carb-free ice cream; while discussing philosophy, playing music and jointly painting an endless mural of peace and love.
Sounds a lot like the last bit of the Green New Deal:
“.. shall provide all people of the United States with high-quality health care; affordable, safe, and adequate housing; economic security; and access to clean water, clean air, healthy and affordable food, and nature.”
We MUST participate in saving this planet!
Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez is certainly on the right track and trying to steer us in the right direction. (Do you hear a ‘but’ coming?) Keep Reading
*Dona nobis pacem. Grant us peace. Sounds like church, or Christmas. Not everyday words, but nice. Like Namaste, Shalom and Aloha, Peace is at once a greeting and a good-bye, a well wish for you and a hope for all, a concept and a reality. Peace is something to strive for and enjoy along the way; to both dream of and experience.
Peace doesn’t get much press these days except during the holidays. That’s when illuminated doves and signs spelling out PEACE and old-school Peace Signs come out of hiding along with Jesus and the manger and Santa, as if they all were members of a high school debate team that still gets together once a year.
The lights and decorations are beautiful and remind us that it is a special season and most of us do slow down a bit; try to be a little more patient and understanding and peaceful. By New Year’s Day the lights are gone and the debate team is again confined to the box and peace goes back into hibernation with the others, both in physical space and (perhaps?) in our hearts. But, Peace is not a Christmastime thing! Keep Reading
**The following is political satire*
Today the Congress of the United States of America officially passed into law the Twenty-eighth or ‘Hero’ Amendment:
The forty-fifth President is hereby designated the true American Hero and true Father of our Country. No law shall restrict his actions, deeds or service. All textbooks shall be updated to reflect his stature. In order to learn, emulate and preserve the Hero’s beliefs, manners and mannerisms, all children aged 4 to 19 shall be required to be an active member in in the Trump Youth, henceforth overseen by the Department of ReEducation.
Egghead – for the uninitiated – was a brick and mortar retail store in your town that sold software released on floppy disks or CDs and packaged in colorful shrink-wrapped boxes. Netscape was the first widely-used web browser; in 1996 it cost $49 and had to be installed separately.
The biggest difference between then and now is that we don’t buy or own software anymore; like beer, we only rent it. Fortunately beer doesn’t prompt us to log into our mountain fresh account by tapping a secret code on the can before being enabled to enjoy the product we’ve paid good money for, or force us to wait while the beer is infused with updated hops, or require us to agree to ‘terms’ so one-sided as to actually be jocular – except that it is not funny.
The days of spacing out and alternating software purchases to help stay within a budget have gone the way of the floppy disk. Monthly and/or yearly subscription fees for specialty software used for image editing, audio/video creation, publishing and developing can quickly add up to hundreds every year. Once MS moves its Windows operating system to a subscription plan the average household can be looking at annual fees of between five hundred and a thousand dollars per year just to check email! Keep Reading
*Aaron Rodgers may be the greatest of all time, Tom Brady may be the greatest of all time. Mohammed Ali told us that he was the greatest of all time, and who wants to argue with him – even from beyond the grave? But to lead my team down the field with 85 yards to go and 1:40 on the clock – with all due and considerable respect to Elway, Brees, Rivers and the Mannings – Joe Cool is my first pick every time.
Watching those 49er teams matriculate the ball down the field was like watching an infantry unit doing drills; methodical, sharp, quick and precise, yet fluid and graceful. The dynasty of the 80s provided entertainment the likes of which we can never see again. Once the NFL implemented a salary cap the owner kept on spending on star players, ‘mortgaging the future’ to win today by delaying, deferring and derailing payments. When the wall tumbled, it fell into rubble as the 9ers of the new century are only now appearing to be in recovery mode.
Mortgaging America’s future is what Betsy DeVos and her geniuses at the Department of Education are doing currently.
As one of the mindless trumpions currently running the show she is once again seeking to cut several discretionary programs, including federal funding for the Special Olympics and a grant program for college students with “exceptional financial need.” Keep Reading
*That glorious moment when you get to put your head down and shut your eyes and let it all go away for a few hours. The TV still emitting a faint glow, this side of the pillow still cool, lids barely touching and BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG! Damn! 12:30 at night. This can’t be good.
One of my neighbors. A very nice young lady crying and babbling and reaching for a hug – needing to be not wrong for a moment. Details trickle out as they are withheld, revolving around a drunk husband, a dog beaten to death, a rope being held by its end. Sadly, it is just another story to add to my life’s collection; each heartbreaking, each unique yet identical to all the others.
Prohibition did not work. People like to drink. They have since the first accidentally-fermented grapes were bravely ingested. No matter how many marriages it wrecks, families it demolishes or lives it obliterates, alcohol is not going to go away. Keep Reading