This is a guest post, written by my husband...
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Uh oh, I bet that little tidbit plays poorly if the mainstream gets ahold of it!
This is a guest post, written by my husband...
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Posted by Mirth at 6:36 AM 1 comments
Labels: Current Events, History, Life, Mister C, Politics, reality
A couple of quick updates will have to suffice for today's post...
Master J woke me up at 3:00 this morning to let me know he was throwing up. Yay me! There's just nothing I look forward to more than doing laundry, cleaning toilets and scrubbing carpet in the middle of the night. Don't get me wrong, I feel awful when my kid is sick and I would never let on that I'd rather be sleeping at that time of night, but, seriously? Why does that stuff always happen in the middle of the night? How about a nice Tuesday afternoon when I'm not trying to sleep and I can see what I'm cleaning? Ah well, such is parenthood I guess. He stopped the vomiting part by 7:00am but then his fever skyrocketed up to 102.8 by the afternoon. With medication it was down to 100 by bedtime. We'll see how tonight goes.
The smoke shop killer from the other night was caught. A fifteen year old boy. A good kid. An honors student who loved science, was on the wrestling team and ROTC and who wanted to join the military after he graduated. All thrown away for $300. Three people were shot, two of them are dead. Three families devastated. This child will be tried as an adult. For a decision he probably made in about two minutes, he will most likely go to jail for the rest of his life. This whole situation makes me so sad.
Lastly, Mister C and I just watched "The End of America" with Naomi Wolf. Interesting show, probably worth watching.
For whatever reason today I ran across an article about Milton Rogovin dying at 101 years old back in January. It very well may have been something about all the famous people who had died in 2011, I don't remember and I can't find the article now to verify. It probably got recycled about five minutes after I finished reading the paper since I was trying to get things organized this morning. Anyway, when I saw the name I knew I was familiar with his work as a photographer but I couldn't remember exactly what he did. So I looked him up to be reminded.
Once I saw his pictures I remembered who he was and that he did mainly social documentary photos, a lot of which were done in and around the northeast. Mostly he focused on what he referred to as the "forgotten ones", the working poor. He had different series of photos of workers from the various steel plants, foundries, pottery factories and even Chevrolet. Also included were companies that produced furnaces, electrical items and made molds. There was even a series of photos of the miners in Appalachia. Tough, labor intensive jobs with less than ideal working conditions to be sure. I did a quick search on the companies that were listed and, not surprisingly, most of them are no longer in business.
The thing that struck me the most as I scrolled though his series of pictures is that the photos showed people who were poor, but they didn't show people who were broken. They showed people who were productive and that were taking care of their families. They showed people who were contributing to their community and society as a whole. They showed people who looked like they had pride in themselves.
And then I look at the groups of people willing to occupy town squares and parks for months on end to complain that they don't have enough and someone else has more. That they shouldn't be responsible for paying back money they borrowed to get an education and that they should be allowed to live in a house without paying for it. And I wonder how we could let ourselves as a country get to where we are at today just thirty years after most of those photos were taken. And I worry about what kind of country and conditions my son will have to endure in another thirty years. I won't pretend to know the answers, but I will say that nothing is truly free and anything worth having is worth working for. And anyone in a position of power that says otherwise is flat out lying to you.
If you are interested in seeing some of Milton Rogovin's photography you can go to his site here
Posted by Mirth at 7:15 PM 0 comments
Labels: Life, Photography, Politics
Sheesh.
Baja Arizona
Because what we really need right now is to divide ourselves into two separate states to help bring us all together.
Well okay, I'm game, but Baja Arizona has to keep (and support) all the illegal immigrants. You are welcome to keep the AHCCCS completely funded as well (although I'm not sure where you're going to get the money to keep it going.) It's not that I think people don't need health care, because they do, but when you're going broke you need to cut back wherever you can. You folks in Baja Arizona probably need to get ready for a property tax rate hike to help pay for all of that.
Arizona proper will gladly take the legal immigrants who want to become a part of American society. We'll keep our legal right to carry arms. And our low property taxes as well.
Also, could you guys take Scott Bundgaard? That would be awesome.
Posted by Mirth at 9:25 AM 0 comments
Labels: Are you effing kidding me?, Baja Arizona, Politics
If this isn't a joke, I think we've found the problem...
Click here to listen to Jo
From what I can tell, this is from a radio call in show with Michael Savage and it was from last May or June. If it's real (and it wouldn't surprise me if it was), we have done one helluva pathetic job in educating the masses about how government works. I'm really hoping it's a joke because in that case, it's hilarious.
Posted by Mirth at 6:39 AM 1 comments
Labels: Are you effing kidding me?, Life, Politics
Yes, there's actually a day set aside for cliches. Which is perfect for the day after yesterday's tide turning voting. So here goes...
God willing (and the creek don't rise) there's finally a glimmer of hope regarding the direction this country is going. I'm hoping against hope and keeping my fingers crossed that those newly elected (and returning) to office will be able to turn this thing around. To get out of the red and into the black. It's mission critical that they do, although, it might be an uphill battle.
Right now, we're still waiting for the dust to settle and as we know, Rome wasn't built in a day. But if they put their noses to the grindstone and take care of the business at hand (even if it means burning the midnight oil) we might just see the light at the end of the tunnel.
When all is said and done, we can only hope the hand off will go smoothly with everyone keeping in mind that a house divided against itself cannot stand.
*I can't figure out how to do the little accent mark above the e in cliche without making it look like I'm a clueless dolt who's haphazardly adding hyphens for no apparent reason so I left it out.
Posted by Mirth at 4:36 PM 0 comments
We're confused idiots!
I don't even know what to say in response to the amazing amount of arrogance one man must possess to be able to say that the problem in this country is that it's citizens are too scared to be able to think properly. What's scarier to me is that I think he truly believes what comes out of his mouth. Never mind socialist, how about sociopath?
Posted by Mirth at 7:24 PM 1 comments
Labels: Politics
Do you ever think to yourself "I just don't care what direction this state is going in"?
Or "Man I have so many more important things to do today, I just don't have time to read up about which candidates are most in line with my way of thinking. And come to think of it, I don't have time to look at each proposition that's going to be on the ballot either. I mean, there's thirteen of them, that's a lot!"
Or, are you the type of person who no longer has a brain with which to think or reason things out with? If so, come to Arizona!
No need to waste those precious few remaining brain cells on politics!
Nope, here in the Wild West, our local, totally unbiased newspaper, The Arizona Republic, takes the thinking right out of politics. They have thoughtfully taken the time to spell out for you how to vote. Not just on the candidates in each race either. No, they have actually printed out whether you should vote "yes" or "no" on each of the thirteen propositions. Because they know what's best for us. And they are totally unbiased. Totally.
Is it just me or is that just effed up?
Posted by Mirth at 7:51 PM 0 comments
Labels: Politics
This showed up in my email today thanks to Mamoo...
SEASON'S GREETINGS
T'was the night before elections
And all through the town
Tempers were flaring
Emotions all up and down
I, in my bathrobe
With a cat in my lap
Had cut off the TV
tired of political clap-trap
When all of a sudden
There arose such a noise
I peered out my window
Saw Obama and his boys
They had come for my wallet
They wanted my pay
To give to the others
Who had not worked a day!
He snatched up my money
And quick as a wink
Jumped back on his bandwagon
As I gagged from the stink
He then rallied his henchmen
Who were pulling his cart
I could tell they were out
To tear my country apart!
'On Fannie, on Freddie,
On Biden and Ayers!
On Acorn, On Pelosi'
He screamed at the pairs!
They took off for his cause
And as they flew out of sight
I heard him laugh at the nation
Who wouldn't stand up and fight!
So I leave you to think
On this one final note—
IF YOU DON'T WANT SOCIALISM
GET OUT AND VOTE !!!!
Posted by Mirth at 6:32 PM 3 comments