Politics

I can remember years ago thinking that the concept of laws not men was, in some way, essentially unfair. The fairness of it, of course, is the concept that no matter who you are, no one is above the law. The men in the concept stands for those who have traditionally thought themselves above the law.

I, in my innocence, interpreted men as people. And people, I thought, should be more important than the law. In other words, the person who steals to feed his starving family should be treated differently than the guy who just wants a Mercedes. Read more about Laws or People

I suspect that most of those on "my side of the aisle" voicing disappointment with the change we can believe in of the 2008 Obama candidacy have mistaken what he meant by change. I suspect that many of them added words identifying pet hopes of their own to the word change, and when President Obama failed to institute change in policies affecting those hopes, they felt let down. Read more about Homework

Finally got into Harvard!

That is to say, I'm taking the time of an evening to watch a segment or two of Justice with Michael Sandel.

I've finished the first four episodes, and am left wondering why no one raised what I regard as the most cogent argument against the Lockean premise of natural rights.

I should backtrack? Read more about Au Natural

Karl, not the Brothers.

A woman who generally takes a conservative view of things wrote, in a Facebook comment yesterday, "I'm suggesting our society is becoming so removed from itself and disconnected, or partitioned into self interest, that it no longer functions ..."

I responded, because I couldn't help myself, that her comment reminded me of "The Theory of Alienation," Karl Marx's essay from 1844 in which he described the condition of the people he saw around him during the early years of the Industrial Revolution. Read more about Marx

It's gonna be a tough year commenting on politics. I already know all the people I'm gonna vote for. All the people running against each other in order to be able to run against them are people whose opinions do less than interest me.

I just ran into a spot of trouble on Facebook with the statement that Iowa had chosen the "least icky" of the current slate of Republican candidates - only to be slammed to the floor by people who had actually knew the positions taken by Mr. Santorum. Read more about Tough

It's the last week of 2011, and who wants to think about politics? Can't we have a little vacation? Next year is coming soon enough.

So - no lectures. No links. Nothing really to think about. Just a few one-liners.

Nukes in Iran? Treat them like a grown up country and maybe they'll act like one.

Iraq - really? Nobody saw this coming? Fortify the embassy walls, the Baathists will rise again. (sorry, that one was two lines)

Afghanistan and Africa - Forget terrorism. I'm in it for the women.

U.N. flag at half mast for KJI? It's customary for dead leaders. Get over it. Read more about Political Shorts

Assuming that next year we will have a Gingrinch-free Christmas, I want to take this opportunity to with a Merry, Happy, Cheerful Holiday Season to all, especially those who take the trouble to show up.
The ones who go to the meetings.
The ones who enter public service.
The ones who take it to the streets.
The ones who care.

All of 'em, everywhere, of every stripe. Even the skunks.

May all the Gods bless you, every one. Read more about Christmas Greetings

It was sometime in the 80's, I think, that a well-meaning friend recommended the book Tough Love to me, thinking it would help in guiding my somewhat headstrong young daughter through the "difficult years."

I glanced over the basic principles of the thing and saw that it entailed writing up a business plan for parenting, a contract between parent and child, outlining each of their responsibilities, and prescribing rewards and punishments. Read more about Bizniz

I was raised in the heartland. Central Illinois. Where it was both the heat and the humidity. When my daughter visited my old stomping grounds with me for the first time a few years back, we climbed out of our air-conditioned car at a gas station a few miles below Peoria and she gave me a look across the top of the car that can best be described as horrified.

"You lived here?" she asked.

"We didn't know any better," I told her. Read more about Economics 10?????

I don't remember when the oxymoronic nature of that phrase struck me, but it did, independently and quite some time ago.

The politics on both sides of the aisle are peppered with fight metaphors. Folks in or vying for public office promise to "fight" for this, that, or the other thing. I know they mean well. But I want them to stop fighting.

"I'm a worker, not a fighter." That's what I want to hear. Read more about Fight for Peace?