I’ve always thought to solve an old, on-going problem, one needs to look at the history of the problem. Where it started, why, and what attempts have been made to address the problem? We were dealing with ways to solve immigration way back in 1911. Good lord, the Dillingham Commission concluded it’s study with the release of 41 volumes. That’s a lot of research, and apparently for nothing, because nothing seems to have changed. Personally, I think the argument is used politically, like abortion, where it’ll never be solved. At least, not as long as immigration can be used as a wedge issue to fan the flames of a politicians base. For me, there’s a difference between illegal Immigration and asylum seekers, and I have to question the role religious and charitable organizations play in bringing hundreds of thousands of refuges into this country. My guess is, we’ll still be arguing about who we should let into this country, for another hundred years. Except Asians, the commission made it pretty clear they were undesirable.
Sure, the 4th is a day for fireworks, and celebrating our independence, but it’s a also a day to celebrate our journey as a Nation. A journey that began before the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and didn’t end with the signing of our Constitution. From the westward expansion, through the civil war, and civil rights, right up to the front door of the present, Americas path has been one reflective of, and illustrative of, it’s citizens. Our wants, our needs, our desires and dreams have clashed, we have argued, we have fought to make our voices heard for the last 242 years, and for the most part we have found a way to weave our journey into a coherent path for all Americans. The thread in the weave is immigration, the calling to people of other nationalities that here, in America, there sits upon a hill, a shining city of possibilities, not found elsewhere in the totality of mankind history. The poor and wretched have arrived upon our shores, and we have welcomed them along with political dissidents, refugees, the rich, the wicked, the ragged. Some came as indentured servants, many as slaves bound by chains, others escaping the arm of the law, whatever their personal path, they arrived upon the American shoreline and became part of a larger journey, our journey. We are who we are, because people of all color, of all faiths, of all races, of all cultures, of all beliefs, of all backgrounds have come together to walk a unique path that is a beacon to all of humanity, that we can live together as one, that we can walk forward together as one, that together as one people, our voice is louder than the thunder that shakes you from your nights rest.
Being intelligent is a strange and sad thing. Strange in that your smarter than most, but sad in that you’re not smart enough to know when you’re intelligence is killing you. Now I’m not a particularly religious man, but I do believe our dominance over the wild comes with certain responsibilities. One of those responsibilities is to act as caretakers for the world we share with other life forms. I’m guessing I’m in the minority with that, considering mankind has literally wiped out 83 percent of mammals and half the plant life. We are pretty good at keeping things around that we like though, like dogs, cats and cows, but that’s probably because we don’t do well in relationships and we like to eat. For a species that only makes up about a tenth of a percent of all life on earth, our dominance is leading us right down a path to a cold, barren world where we’ll all be left alone with no one but each other, and that’s a damn scary thought prospect.
Why, what a heart warming story that makes me smile. Because I’m doing better at Sixty than you are at Thirty. That said, I can only imagine the mind fuck of being a thirty something and losing your mojo, dude. Too young for Viagra, and too damn old for losing your shit, I get it. I feel for you, so let me give you some advice. Start watching porn, and lots of it, but stop fapping off to it, build that sexual tension up till your ready to ravage your woman. Don’t stop there, invest in some Popsicle sticks and flesh colored band-aids to prop up your junk. Now just before you’re ready to make your move, clear your mind, get in the mood, mediate on all the possible penis pumps that are on the market. Now, if none of this works, not to worry big guy, there’s plenty of tequila to go around, and spending the next 40 years without an erection ain’t a bad thing, it’s just not a normal thing, so do a shot to celebrate your difference.
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My world, my life is chaotic, consisting of my elderly, failing mother, a son with Schizophrenia, and a younger son struggling with life in general. Social workers, doctors, psychiatrists, group homes, nurses, therapy workers, court officers all populate my contacts and there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t engage some of them. Some days, it’s overbearing and at the end of such a day, I’ll lay my head on my pillow, stare at my ceiling, engulfed in despair and pity, and wonder how I’ll survive.
Then I awake, coffee in hand, and come across a story about a young woman suffering with Cystic Fibrosis, and suddenly my problems seem minuscule in the scheme of life. I’m struck with an awareness there’s still room in my heart for others, to feel for others, and that has to be a good thing.
But there’s something else. Envy, maybe. I have friends whose lives are picture perfect, their children excel in school, their health is good, their world good and I often wonder if it all comes down to the flip of some cosmic coin? I don’t know, but I do know this, I read a story about a Claire Wineland and her daily fight for her life, I find myself strangely contemplative about our lives, thinking that there’s something more to all the suffering, the pain, that amid all the chaos, there are ties that bind us all together, regardless of what side of that coin flips for you. You deal with what comes your way, you fight to retain your empathy for others, because we’re all in this together.
are words we toss around like they mean something, maybe more to some then others. The truth lies in our actions, how we treat our Veterans, the good, the bad and the ugly, it’s all there and you can find a given story to illustrate such.
In my lifetime, I cannot remember a time when our nation has not been involved in some type of military conflict, somewhere in the world. We have called upon our children, and sacrificed thousands, condemned thousands, to a living hell. I work, side by side, with a handful of these young men, and I have to tell you how proud I am of them, and their service.
To hear of another veterans suicide is heartbreaking, even if I did not know him. To read his wifes words of despair, and loss, are beyond heartbreaking. To read of the breakdown in services are beyond comprehension, but a reality. Working for the Veterans Administration as a housekeeper, I can tell you firsthand, the staff are dedicated to the care of our Veterans. I’ve seen staff do some pretty awesome things for the Veterans they serve. Many of them are Veterans themselves. They know. They’re family.
But the bureaucratic red tape, the rules, policies and regulations are simply ridiculous, overbearing and antiquated, doing more harm than good. They are rigid, unbendable policies which prohibit creative solutions, prevent workarounds, and put our Veterans at risk.
It is our duty to Honor our Veterans, Our duty to sacrifice our agendas, our political views, to help those who will carry he cost of war through out their lives. We can do better.
in fact, turns out it’s been around for a long time in a variety of different flavors. So much so that John Adams had something to say about it. When one thinks of fake news, we often look at it through our modern lens, and that’s the lens of driving an individual opinion as fact, done by using facts out of context, sensationalism, or outright lying. However it’s done, the distortion of reality can have devastating effects, such as starting a war, or murdering and entire population. The difference that separates us today, from yesterday, is that we now have the power to research facts. It’s called the Internet, and it allows for a variety of opinions and sources on any given subject. Thing is, nobody seems to want to use it simple because it might prove their beliefs wrong.
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God created man in his own image, and god looked like an ape, or a reptile, or.., I don’t know anymore. For mainstream science to ask the question if there’s evidence out there of a civilization that predates our own is fascinating. Fascinating in it’s implications, and fascinating in the fact that someone in the mainstream has the balls to ask it? The question alone throws half of what we believe in the fire sale dumpster, and is sure to bring condemnation from those who would rather all science be nice, neat, tidy, and tied to their belief systems. Me? I think our history is stranger than what we’ve been taught. Hell, most of what I was taught about our own evolution has changed, and like humanity itself, knowledge is evolutionary. I suspect God planned it that way, whatever he/she looks like.
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Really? In 2018? In America? WTF is this shit? And why is the BBC reporting about it and not our media? You get a speeding ticket, miss one payment and you set for a couple of months? You know I gotta say it. Local communities are using tactics like these to fill their coffers, while not considering the expense of housing these people for a month or two. People in communities who are doing this are the same people duct taping up a flat tire. That’s one issue! The other issue is, well, I thought here in the great ol’ USA, going to jail for a debt was against the law.
I spent twenty years with our local school district, and I’ll vouch for the veracity of this report. Kitchen staff, Secretaries, Paras, Janitors are all paid substandard wages. Their union contracts, if they have one, are weak, and generally ignored due to inherent managerial rights. Most kitchen staff are not full time, and receive partial benefits, Paras often replace teachers in the classroom, and are tasked, with minimal training, to provide services they’re not prepared for. Custodians are often exposed to Blood born pathogens on a daily basis as an expectation of their daily routine, without financial acknowledgment. But the two things that really ticked me off in my twenty years with my district is first, administrators had their health care paid for, while my cost was absolutely ridiculous, and second, when it came to raises, admin would claim that they were being fair in that everyone received a 2 percent raise. Two percent of a 130,000 is a hell of a lot more than 2 Percent of 15,000.
So yeah, there’s a problem.