Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Progressives United
Russ Feingold starts new organization to combat the corporate ownership of our government and political process. Help him out, please.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Revolt to maintain "truthiness"
http://www.truth-out.org/bill-moyers-facts-still-matter67571
We must take to the "streets of the Internet" to maintain truth. Lies are pervasive throughout our political, corporate, educational, financial, religious, and communication (journalism and broadcast) institutions. We can not survive as a people if we continue to be buried alive by lies.
Bill Moyers speaks the truth and his message should be spread around the world.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Ronald Reagan and unions
Remember when ole Ronnie was all for labor unions....in Poland. The GOP was enthusiastically behind him. But only for Polish unions. He clobbered the Air Traffic Controllers union here and the GOP hasn't seen a USA union it likes yet! And most of the union ditto heads will be voting against their own interest because they are angry that Barak Obama is President. Go figure!
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Remember When
Mom was at home when the kids got home from school; when nobady owned a purebred dog; when a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter a huge bonus; when you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny; when you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked and gas pumped without asking, all for free, every time and you didn’t pay for air, and, you got trading stamps to boot?
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents; when the worst thing you could do at school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test or chew gum; when a ’57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car, to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races; and people went steady and girls wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped yarn so it would fit her finger?
And no one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked. And you got in big trouble if you accidentally locked the doors at home because no one ever had a key. Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and saying things like “That cloud looks like a …” Remember jumping waves at the beach for hours in that cold water; and plalying baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game because baseball was not a psychological group learning experience, it was only a game?
Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no on had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger? And with all our progress, don’t you wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace and share it with the children of today?
Remember when being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home? Basically, we were in fear for our lieves but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Ouor parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we all survived because their love was greater than the threat.
Remember before the Internet or the MAC…way back… I’m talking about the hide and go seek at dusk, red light-green light, kick the can, playing kickball and dodgeball until your porch light came on…and catching lightning bugs in a jar; Christmas morning, your first day of school; climbing trees; getting an ice cream off the ice cream truck; a million mosquito bites and sticky fingers; jumping on the bed; pillow fights; running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard your stomach hurt; being tired from playing; your first crush…?
Remember when decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo” and mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, “Do it over!” “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest; money issues were handled by whoever was the Monopoly banker, and it wasn’t odd to have “best friends?” Being old referred to anyone over 20 and the worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles; the worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team; water balloons were the ultimate weapon; and older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors. Remember?
If you do, doesn't this prove that we have much more in common than differences?
I grew up in a small town outside of Philly. But my relative from Georgia remember most of these things too. Just say'in. When the political issues of the day seem to be pulling us further and further apart, remember what our generation has in common should help us come together again. The worst we could do is to impart some of these things to our children right now.
Mom was at home when the kids got home from school; when nobady owned a purebred dog; when a quarter was a decent allowance, and another quarter a huge bonus; when you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny; when you got your windshield cleaned, oil checked and gas pumped without asking, all for free, every time and you didn’t pay for air, and, you got trading stamps to boot?
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents; when the worst thing you could do at school was smoke in the bathrooms, flunk a test or chew gum; when a ’57 Chevy was everyone’s dream car, to cruise, peel out, lay rubber or watch submarine races; and people went steady and girls wore a class ring with an inch of wrapped yarn so it would fit her finger?
And no one ever asked where the car keys were because they were always in the car, in the ignition, and the doors were never locked. And you got in big trouble if you accidentally locked the doors at home because no one ever had a key. Remember lying on your back on the grass with your friends and saying things like “That cloud looks like a …” Remember jumping waves at the beach for hours in that cold water; and plalying baseball with no adults to help kids with the rules of the game because baseball was not a psychological group learning experience, it was only a game?
Remember when stuff from the store came without safety caps and hermetic seals because no on had yet tried to poison a perfect stranger? And with all our progress, don’t you wish, just once, you could slip back in time and savor the slower pace and share it with the children of today?
Remember when being sent to the principal’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home? Basically, we were in fear for our lieves but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Ouor parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! But we all survived because their love was greater than the threat.
Remember before the Internet or the MAC…way back… I’m talking about the hide and go seek at dusk, red light-green light, kick the can, playing kickball and dodgeball until your porch light came on…and catching lightning bugs in a jar; Christmas morning, your first day of school; climbing trees; getting an ice cream off the ice cream truck; a million mosquito bites and sticky fingers; jumping on the bed; pillow fights; running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard your stomach hurt; being tired from playing; your first crush…?
Remember when decisions were made by going “eeny-meeny-miney-mo” and mistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, “Do it over!” “Race issue” meant arguing about who ran the fastest; money issues were handled by whoever was the Monopoly banker, and it wasn’t odd to have “best friends?” Being old referred to anyone over 20 and the worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was cooties. Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles; the worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team; water balloons were the ultimate weapon; and older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors. Remember?
If you do, doesn't this prove that we have much more in common than differences?
I grew up in a small town outside of Philly. But my relative from Georgia remember most of these things too. Just say'in. When the political issues of the day seem to be pulling us further and further apart, remember what our generation has in common should help us come together again. The worst we could do is to impart some of these things to our children right now.
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