Politics again…

March 8, 2008 at 2:52 PM (Uncategorized) ()

Some of my closest friends will differ with me, on this one.

Some of my closest family will and have also differed with me on this one, since we see many constitutional issues, and the role of government quite differently.

This, like everything else here is my opinion.

The 2000 election was handled questionably in the best light and stolen in the worst.

Then, an organization trained people to fly planes to kill us.

We got afraid enough to permit the Patriot Act. Obviously some countries hated us, but it was by no means universal, at that point. There was geniune sympathy from many quarters.

We went into Afghanistan, ostensibly to bring to justice the organization that trained the guys to fly the planes.

In the midst of not doing that, somebody thought that *then* was the divinely appointed moment to start a preemptive war against another country altogether.

The lives lost, civilian and military, the wounded, money spent, and taxes unpaid by the machinery to persist in this war is a staggering total.

Oil is at 100 a barrel.

Forclosures are up.

Privacy appears to be nonexistent.

the “Department of Justice” is now a misnomer.

Religious fervor matters more than life saving education.

Canada,Europe…they’ll ration care, but they won’t tell someone for *any* care at all you’re on your own. America won’t accept any responsibility to pay for working adults health care. Period.

I didn’t think all of that could be so *quickly* forgotten or ignored.

There are people, self-described liberals, Democrats or Progressives,  who are *ignoring* that entire list of stuff…for their own political purity test.

If a particular Democratic candidate (either of the two frontrunners, depending on who you speak with) gets the nod, well then oh, there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth and they will vote third party, or stay home.

Yep, you heard that right.

Stay. Home.

The last time we did that…was the 2000 election…..and the result was???

We’ve got to vote for someone who will be positioned to at least *attempt* to push our ship of state in a different direction from the top, from the Executive Branch, *has* to be elected this time. Has. To.

Or perpetual war,tent revival,homelessness,economic upheaval and persecution…that’s what the choice to stay home and not vote will buy us.

How happy will the people who “stayed home” out of principle be then?

I’m holding my nose and voting for whomever has the (D) in front of their name in the general.

Do you want to stay ‘pure’ or do you want to save America?

figure it out.

Justin Dart said: “Get involved in politics as if your life depended on it. It does.”

Damn right.

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I wish she was here…

March 8, 2008 at 1:54 PM (Uncategorized)

My paternal great grandomther.

A lively blond child, brightening up the usual still, grim 19th century photograph.

A young married woman, in the jungle with china and mosquito netting, understanding how little control she had when men began drinking. Who had an admirer, who would rather admire than imbibe. But she was married, it was impossible, impossible. So, they had moments of peace in the moonlight with no caress exchanged no improper words spoken.

In Florida, on a farm, with little talent for farming….discovering what strength she had at a terrible price, as her first son died in a dreadful machinery accident.

In ’30 when her husband had headed back to Illinois to sell shoes…and she headed north with her children. He would pass away in 1950. My understanding is that they had always remained apart.

In ’35 when her eldest daughter Jean married…did she know Bob was a bad sort, who would simply ignore his wife and find another in New York City when the war ended?

(“Mommy, why isn’t there any Mr. Patterson for Dad’s Aunt Jean?” I said at six.

“He left her.” Mom said, as usuall, straightforward, but sad.)

The family mood trouble came down from my great grandfather, and made Aunt Jean’s life even tougher, and hurt her younger sister too…

“Mrs. Mac” was a teacher and guidance counselor from the thirties until 1967 retiring from that at age 79. When she was 90 decades of students came to pay respect.

In the 1950’s she helped her son raise his three children, when their mother died.

She always felt all of us were partially her responsibility, even down to great grandchildren….I wonder if that was one of the reasons she carefuly and politely declined to keep company with that long ago admirer when they were both free to do so, and he sent a letter.

From 1931, she lived 36 years as her own mainstay and another 23 with help from her eldest daughter.

My great grandmother was, paradoxically a force for good in this world, and at the same time demanding, or intense, sometimes difficult to live with. Her eldest Jean, no stranger to paying terrible prices went into a depression when her mother died and never recovered from it

I need my great grandmother’s advice. I need to figure out the emotional side of how to do this. How to understand that going it alone is my present and future situation and by God, I have to handle it.

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