I’m primarily apolitical by nature. I’ve never been comfortable with politics. They intimate me, scare me and seem to often lead people who play the game into greed and power addictions that I could never tolerate personally. But that’s not to say I don’t have something to say about politics as I see them working (or in most cases, not working).
“Obama made his remarks during a wide-ranging news conference covering the state of the economy, the wars in Afghanistan and Libya, and hot-button social issues such as same-sex marriage. It came at a time of rising questions over Obama’s ability to maintain control of the political narrative and boost public confidence in his stewardship in the run-up to next year’s presidential election.”
You, the media, created the range of coverage at the news conference. You, the media, asked the questions and provided or withheld Obama’s ability to control the political narrative you write, as well as the public confidence you “measure” in your ratings and polls of the mysterious group you actually garner such answers from. You, the media seem to think you’re creating reality while claiming to simply be reporting it, but many of us know you’re really only creating the story of reality from your imagination, and that is something we can do as well. If not better. Media, shape up or ship out.
"I want everybody to understand that this is a jobs issue. This is not an abstraction," he said. "If the United States government, for the first time, cannot pay its bills — if it defaults — then the consequences for the U.S. economy will be significant and unpredictable. And that is not a good thing."
I say: Congress, you’re fired!
How about it voters, anybody with me?
For failure to do your job as an elected official who represents the people, we the people are going to start naming names. Step down now if you’d rather not endure the embarrassment of being relieved of your power and money. That would be the only way to maintain some dignity and possibly even gain the notoriety of doing the right thing before being forced to do so.
Still not convinced?
In this article (linked to the previous CNN post):
the author guesses Congress’s response to Obama’s request for them to abstain from summer vacation would be something like this:
Who is he to take that poke, they will ask? Only a few days ago, a conservative columnist argued that Obama himself had gone to nine fundraisers in the previous two weeks while spending only an hour and a half with his Treasury secretary on the economy.
If such a thought were to run through the head of a member of Congress, I’d say they’d forgotten their place. The president is the figurehead, who gives the speeches and represents the country outwardly as well as intensely behind the scenes. The Congress are those who work behind the scenes to represent the people. The President is insisting that Congress do their job, and their response comes across to me like a teenage tantrum.
That previously mentioned “conservative columnist” for example: you’re fired!
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When someone’s interpretation of God’s morality conflicts with my personal ethics I do not violate my own sense of what’s appropriate in favor of another’s sense of what they imagine is divinely right and wrong. I do not kindly fear or blindly obey any God or man, but instead I choose to love all people as Gods because that divinely right for me.
On Sunday I walk past a playground where Some boys I could have mothered call me baby wonder why their mothers did not care To teach their sons some manners. I think maybe They’d check themselves before they check me out But they harass me on my daily route
Then Monday: pride worn in the gayborhood Yet still a guy like Joey Tribiani Say’s “how you doin?” He misunderstood My rainbows mean I think ladies are bonnie Won’t check himself before he checks me out Won’t hold his tongue for that’s all he could spout
This Tuesday while I’m waiting for the bus Some teen riding a bike asks “you like sex?” My “Yes, but not with you” don’t cause a fuss Still follows me to the next stop – I vex Yell check yourself before you check me out This fish is not for you to catch, you trout
On Wednesday before asking for my name Some corner stander asks me for my number I realize sleepwalking’s not the same As skipping social steps in waking slumber Guys, check yourself before you check me out You don’t get to date me when rules you flout
Then Thursday he drives at my walking pace Asks, “where you going?” “Far away from creeps” His disrespect of the whole human race By calling me a bitch makes him a sheep Sheesh, check yourself before you check me out Your stalking’s not attractive, nor your pout
This Friday a construction worker clad In overalls and clichés from the past Said “hey blondie, you wanna party?” Sad He doesn’t even realize he harassed Dude, check yourself before you check me out Don’t behave like a formulaic lout
On Saturday it rained, so while I strode This stranger popped up under my umbrella His line “I’ll stick it to ya” only showed Himself to be an antisocial fella Gross, check yourself before you check me out No wonder why your sex life’s in a drought
Like almost every woman here could say I’m faced with this harassment every day When silent deep inside I fume about How daily cat calls make me wanna shout “Has that shit ever gotten you the girl?! I won’t accept such treatment in my world.
When “boys will be boys” means they’re being dicks Who disrespect themselves and women, fix Our minds, repair what’s broken. Please do not Expect us to accept such mental rot Humanity evolves, that’s what we do Unnatural regression, bid adieu
The best line one can open with is “Hi!” Or even, “Can I speak with you? You’re fly.” But asking someone twice you age for sex And chasing them in traffic just reflects So poorly on society at large Let’s all agree to reboot and recharge
Instead of women playing hard to get Let’s work on how we all can just reset Our boundaries so safety’s thought of first Instead of satiating our thirst Of valuing desires of a man Above and beyond those of our own plan
Instead of men behaving like bad boys And treating women as simple sex toys Respect yourself, all women and all men By speaking against bad behavior when You see it, when you hear it, when you feel That someone else is not keeping it real
If the Chicago cops recently indicted for sexual assault are convicted, they’ll face four to 15 years in prison. That’s the same sentence Tiawanda Moore is facing for trying to document her frustrations while reporting her own alleged sexual assault: Recording an on-duty police officer in Illinois is a Class 1 felony, the same class of crimes as rape.
But wait, there’s more! The article continues with another doozy:
But even as Americans have criticized those countries for attempting to prevent protesters from uploading photo, video, blog posts and Twitter accounts of government crackdowns, government officials in the U.S. are still arresting, threatening, intimidating and harassing Americans who attempt to document police abuse in America. (See this example over Memorial Day in Miami.)
My ethical code, my personal moral compass, points to people being ready, willing and able to record anything and everything, no matter what. Fairness insists there be limits on publishing such videos in certain circumstances and sharing in such settings without the permission of those depicted would be illegal. But in cases like these two, where they’re recording without any intention to illegally publish - is clearly an abuse of power on the part of the police.
In my experience, when people gain authority without ensuring and reaffirming their commitment to common law (rather than personal will) such behavior is likely to continue. Therefore, those who are entrusted to protecting and serving the people are instead attacking and abusing the people.
Until we move from these acts of power over to a process of power with, this self-destructive pattern of humanity will continually batter us into submission. Start with yourself - act powerfully with someone rather than attempting to gain power over someone.
Also this, the most right on paragraph ever. Which closes the article linked above:
We will realize, he predicts, that the consumer-driven growth model is broken and we have to move to a more happiness-driven growth model, based on people working less and owning less. “How many people,” Gilding asks, “lie on their death bed and say, ‘I wish I had worked harder or built more shareholder value,’ and how many say, ‘I wish I had gone to more ballgames, read more books to my kids, taken more walks?’ To do that, you need a growth model based on giving people more time to enjoy life, but with less stuff.”
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I had a thought tonight about the last one that many seem to forget about.
In addition to recycling containers, I’d like to see reuse-containers, where the public can drop off their used plasticpreviously-mass-produced) containers. This will create jobs for those who patent the idea, build the prototypes, produce the containers, place the containers, collect the contents, clean the contents, transport the contents back to the producers for refills, and track the movement of all containers in comes into contact with.
If you had to lose an external stimulus: i.e., one of the five senses; the faculties of sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch - which would it be?
The only one I could bear losing would be the one I’d actually love losing: taste. That way I could eat just about any food, which is completely different from now due to my super sensitive taste buds. It’s so frustratingly limiting to only enjoy this small selection of the world’s edible offerings.
I couldn’t lose smell, because then I couldn’t inhale my love’s pheromones. I couldn’t lose sight because then I couldn’t see my love’s smile. I couldn’t lose touch, because then I couldn’t feel my love’s embrace. I couldn’t lose hearing, because then I couldn’t recognize my love’s voice.
Rites of passage are definitely on my mind right now, for so many reasons.
I have been writing ideas for my pending nuptials to Mr. Pollyanna. He proposed within the shadow of Delicate Arch on our vacation a couple weeks ago, and we’ve both been glowing ever since! Three and a half years of magic, steadily and readily progressing through a lifetime of love and light… that is our creationship!
In addition to the emotional journey, we’re taking the next step physically by moving into our own home alone together - without any of the roommates we’ve lived with for the last year and a half (or more in their case). I’m finally going to reside in a neighborhood I’ve wanted to explore for years now, and have my own craft room for the first time (expect pictures of my upcoming home projects).
The final big event is my walking through the door toward my “late 30’s” realizing life truly does begin (again) at 30. I’m celebrating my 6th re-birthday, and all my wishes are coming true! Want some cake?