Category: Politicsd

Trying to stay sane in a world gone mad

Trying to stay sane in a world gone mad
I looked up from the morning paper and could not contain my dismay.  Each article I read was a wellspring of despair; news reports and op-ed essays citing venomous Trump tweets and ominous stories of Populist xenophobia leading us toward a dystopic, Orwellian world. I had to lower my blood pressure, calm down and find... Read more »

The venerated Talking Stick has become a bloody truncheon

The venerated Talking Stick has become a bloody truncheon
The American Indian tradition of “The Talking Stick” is a way of dealing with disputes.  It has been called the single most effective technique for communicating diverse viewpoints and creating peaceful compromise. The ritual is simple. The tribe leaders sit in a circle and agree to a simple set of rules: the only one permitted... Read more »

www.UsToo2020.org

www.UsToo2020.org
I’ve invested 99-cents buying this web site, www.UsToo2020.com (plus another $12 for the dot.org and dot.us. suffixes as well).  I think they can be worth about 60,000,000 votes for the Democratic candidate in 2020. Every political analyst talks endlessly about the Democratic party’s desperate need to connect with the vast number of “average Joe’s and... Read more »
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Joe Biden believes he is telling the truth. But Joe, you’re not there yet

Joe Biden believes he is telling the truth.  But Joe, you’re not there yet
Last week I wrote that men were overdue in recognizing that the Me Tarzan, you Jane attitudes we grew up with, were dramatically changing. Talk about a timely post! This week the news is all about Joe Biden rubbing noses with a Congressional aide, kissing a senator’s wife on the lips, and answering accusations from... Read more »

Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine

Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine
Back in the days when Neanderthals like me roamed the earth, I bought my first house thanks to the GI Bill and $3,000-down squeezed from the piggy bank. Although I had been married for several years the idea of putting my wife’s name on the deed as Joint Owner (how audacious!), never entered my mind.... Read more »

When old dogs learn new tricks

When old dogs learn new tricks
We’ve become accustomed to the ‘kind of amusing but not really funny’ jokes about being old: my back goes out more than I do… I took up jogging so I could hear heavy breathing again… I’m so old I remember when emojis were called hieroglyphics. Bada boom. Thankfully, notions of aging as defined by some... Read more »
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A morning of evil and moral decline followed by an afternoon of inspiration and glorious beauty

A morning of evil and moral decline  followed by an afternoon of inspiration and glorious beauty
By the time I finished reading the Sunday NY Times I had a knot in my stomach and a spitball of anger waiting to launch. The volume of villainous, merciless cruelty being unleashed throughout the world overflowed the front pages and confronted readers with unimaginable suffering and spilled blood in every corner of the battered... Read more »

Make America Mexico again

Make America Mexico again
I’m in the Autobus on the way from Ixtapa to Zihuatanejo. The fare has gone up to 12 pesos (60-cents), quite a hike since my first jitney-bus ride four decades ago when the fare was 5 pesos, accepted with a hearty gracias amigo. The van itself looks the same, dented and in need of a... Read more »

Returning to the crossroads of my life to reaffirm the path I've taken

Returning to the crossroads of my life to reaffirm the path I've taken
Now that the mad din of the midterm elections has subsided to a steady drone, I wonder to myself if all my adamant jawboning about moral imperative and good versus evil has distracted me from looking at my own behavior. I realize I was spitting angry for months; could barely look at a news program... Read more »
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As the cold civil war grinds on I decide to join the passive resistance

As the cold civil war grinds on I decide to join the passive resistance
The mid-term elections are over, and I feel like a week-old party balloon, still floating a few feet above the floor but lacking enough helium to bump exuberantly against the ceiling. I’ve voted in sixteen presidential elections, dozens of gubernatorial and congressional elections and innumerable mayoral and local contests for county and citywide offices. Of... Read more »