Tuesday, December 30, 2008
TRadition
Sigh. It's happened again. Yes, another human life form with Sarah Palin's genes will soon be walking--or, crawling--on this earth. Tripp Easton Mitchell Johnston, the illegitimately conceived lovechild of Palin's oldest daughter, Bristol, and her high school sweetheart, Levi, has popped out of the womb. While they may not hold traditional values such as marriage, intercourse after marriage, and staying in school in as high esteem as Bristol's mother claims she does, they are certainly keeping up the tradition of male Tr- names in the family. Little Tripp joins uncles Track and Trig.
I suppose we should be glad she chose this naming method as opposed to using the name her mother, Governor Palin, claims she always wanted to use, but didn't have enough kids to use: Zamboni.
I decided that with all the appearances at mass turkey killings, hockey games, births of grandchildren-out-of-wedlock, and occasional appearances doing gubernatorial things, Governor Palin and her family might want some other suggestions for future spawn names. We can only hope there will be no more but let's face it: the Palin women seem to enjoy poppin' 'em out as fast a batting machine during batting practice. So Palin Family, here you go. Here's a list to keep by the nightstand or on the fridge for whomever has a bun in the oven next. (Let's pray it ain't Willow or Piper!)
Tron. With the remake of the famous 1982 sci-fi movie currently in development, why not be ahead of the curve?
Trapper. Tell your kids your favorite piece of childhood was your trapper keeper, or that your great-great-grandfather was a famous trapper in the Yukon.
Trek. You know you're Trekkies. We all are underneath, but can't admit it.
Trump. Only if your baby comes out of the womb with a perfectly coiffed head of hair and tells Governor Palin, "You're fired!"
Tristan. Like your youngest son Trigg, it has deep seeded roots in lore.
Troy. An obvious one, but only if you think your son will look as cute as Brad Pitt did in the movie.
Travis. I hate this name, but it fits.
Tryst. Maybe this would be a good name to use for whoever gets preggers from an adulterous affair?
Trampas. I had a classmate in elementary school who was named this. It's better than tramp, don't you think, Bristol? (And better than trollop, don't you think, McCain Family?)
Trolley. You could be cute and spell it Traleigh. (Good choice if the baby was conceived in San Francisco.)
Maybe my mass of readers can make other suggestions. Gosh, and I haven't even thought yet of creative combinations which would be required if twins run in the family! Or even triplets. As for now, Palin Family, here you go. I will charge you nothing for this list. It's my gift to you. After all, you've got a new wardrobe to buy for little Tripp. That is, unless you think you can get the RNC to go on a shopping spree for you to Baby Gap?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Just Call Me 'Bargain Bekah'
Following my acquisition of the Oscar de la Renta duvet cover and dust ruffle (at a whopping 96% discounted price!) I found a queen size sheet set by de la Renta in the same pattern for an amazing $17.00! And, instead of purchasing bolster pillows or other toss pillows in the lovely striped fabric to match the dust ruffle, I found a seller who has fabric remnants from this pattern and purchased a yard of the fabric for only $2.00!
In addition, on Saturday the hubby and I visited a low cost furniture store in Charlotte that carries high end furniture at a lower cost. We purchased a floor model dresser on clearance for only $289.00. This furniture, along with our new bedding and fresh coat of paint on the walls will make a wonderful calm and soothing botanical feel to our bedroom, which is just what I hoped to achieve!
Normal retail price for dresser: $700.00
Bargain Price: $289
Price of Cliveden Bedding Ensemble: $800.00
Bargain Price: $129.00
Being a sound shopper? Priceless.
Friday, November 7, 2008
We Have A Superhero!
I bet you thought I was talking about Barack Obama, right?
Well, if you've read my earlier posts, in particular the entry pertaining to our need for a bedding superhero, I am pleased to announce that such a superhero has been spotted and landed in my hometown, in my neighborhood, at my door, and rescued me from a drab, sterile bedroom, void of proper covering, brightness, and charm.
Who is the Coverlet Crusader? The Bastion of Bedding? The Duvet Deacon? Well, my friends, none other than Mr. Oscar de la Renta, courtesy of eBay. Perhaps we could use the analogy of de la Renta as Batman, and eBay as the Batmobile. That seems fitting.
For over 6 months I searched high and low for bedding that I could feel comfortable with, in, on, etc. Nothing in the form of a duvet cover suited my fancy that was remotely affordable, including a botanical inspired collection called Clivedon by renowned designer Oscar de la Renta which I really found to be refreshing, yet soothing. With the duvet cover retailing for around $300, not including a dust ruffle at around $169 nor shams, pillows, etc., there was no chance of me affording something at such prices. Disheartened, I continued to search, wait, and search some more.
Then last weekend the Coverlet Crusader visited me while I was on the Internet working on my family tree. Why not try eBay again, but this time, why not see if anyone has Mr. de la Renta's exquisite Clivedon collection for sale? And yes, they did! But could I afford it? Yes, I could!
I found the Clivedon duvet cover and bed skirt for about 85% off the regular price. Yeah, you heard me! They are on their way via the US Postal Service, unless the Coverlet Crusader plans on delivering them to me in person! Next I only have to purchase some pillows to accent the bed and slap some paint on the walls. Finally, Nelson, Curious Jorge, Mr. Guppy and I can all relax in our shang-ri-la bedroom. All will be well with the world.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Seeking Shelter
How beautiful is youth!
Book of Beginnings, Story without End,
Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!
--Henry Wordsworth Longfellow
It's been a rough past few weeks. Even amidst my fervent political talk or my excitement of becoming "one of the Joneses," I've been hurting. My friends have been supportive, as has my loving husband. Yet because of how complicated the source of my pain is, it cannot be easily remedied. And so I am aware that I am just going to have to work through it.
A nice dose of happiness, however, was received yesterday when I received a Facebook message from an old friend I had met one summer at camp during my younger years. We had met at a summer camp run by the
Then, earlier this week I located her on the increasingly popular website called Facebook, where I have found several childhood, high school, and college friends with whom I hadn't communicated in eons. Recently it's been like a trip down
I suppose that these rekindling of relationships and pondering of happier days filled with innocence and hope has all been a way for me to seek shelter during a sad period in my life. There are events of late in some of my interpersonal relationships which have caused me to feel much sadness when I look back into portions of my younger years. But to reflect on the friendships I had--and still have--with some very special people, to know that they actually thought of me and that they care for me....Well, that does the soul much good in a time of sorrow.
"I can see....The shadows of ….Woods;
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the verse of that sweet old song....
....There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song....
...My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again....
....And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
--Longfellow's, "My Lost Youth"
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I'm One Of The Joneses!
There's this cliche in our language--"Keeping up with the Joneses"--maybe you've heard it? Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's official: I one of the Joneses now. Not in the literal translation, mind you. I haven't spent oodles of money to have the same SUV, flat-panel TV, and brick-lined driveway as my fellow inhabitants on our street, but I am now officially a member of a neighborhood with neighborhood parties and watch groups to boot.Yesterday I attended my first ever neighborhood party. Oh, there were a few blue-haired ladies in attendance but the group consisted more of people who are the AARP membership eligibility list than those who qualify. Out of the 40 or so houses that could've attended about half stopped by my next-door neighbor's house where the festive occasion was held. Not bad. There are, though, some lessons to learn and to any of you are new to being one of the Joneses, I offer my advice based on this recent experience:
Wardrobe
Of course as luck usually has it, I was forced to attend alone sans Nelson due to the wonderfully unaccommodating work schedule he has. As I sprung from the couch around 4:30 to go and get ready I was perplexed as to what to wear. Why, I'd never been to one of these functions! I mean, when you grow up on a street of 5 people in a tiny Appalachian town there aren't exactly an abundance of neighborhood pool parties, barbecues, and Crime Watch meetings, from what experience can you learn? Plus, in the twelve years since I've been out of college I was confined to garden-style apartments, which, even with their intended "more friendly" layout, were never as warm, inviting, and charming as our own current abode has been. So what was the understood dress code that I needed to abide by without ending up on the Worst Dressed Neighbor Watch List? Should I go completely casual, in shorts, t-shirt and sneakers?Stylishly casual in a comfortable, yet respectably chic ensemble such as sandals/flats, capris/skirt, and knit top? Sunday dress? (Which, I think, had I been forced to wear, I might have skipped the festive occasion altogether.)My gut told me to pursue Option 2, the stylish casual ensemble which worked out nicely.
To Dish Or Not To Dish?
Remember to ask your host when RSVP'ing if you need to bring something. I forgot. So I showed up sans dish in hand, while the few blue-haired ladies brought their tried and true covered dish recipes in the standard Corning Ware or Pyrex dishes and a few Gen X-er's brought brownies and cookies. Oops.
Sports: It's A Good Thing!
Thank goodness for sports. As I sat alone, munching on my dill pickle and Ruffles a fellow neighbor sat down next to me. Even though he and his spouse were fellow Gen X-er's, I had no idea about what to talk. What do you talk about at these social occasions? Fortunately he was wearing a Boston Red Sox jersey (He took the tres casual approach in wardrobe attire.) and that gave us a launching pad from which we discussed baseball, football, cycling, dogs, work, new home ownership, etc. Yeah, thank goodness I follow sports and know that ESPN has nothing to do with telepathy.
Dogs Are The Best Conversation Salvation!
I heard several folks saying to each other, "Oh, I don't know your name but don't you walk your dog in the mornings?" Or, to me they asked, "Oh, are you the new neighbor with the Jack Russell?" Yeah, my Jack Russell, Curious Jorge, usually makes a name for himself before Nelson and I do, thanks to his adorable face, his alertness to all things feathered and furry, and his loud bark. I realized that the more I listened in on conversations that the neighborhood is loaded with fellow canine owners and walking Jorge around the 'hood will not only burn calories, but help us get established!
In the end, I came home satisfied that I had attended and amazed that in a mere 64 minutes I met more of my neighbors than in the 12 years of apartment living combined. When one has a mailbox and yard it's amazing what a difference it makes. One goes from being an outsider to a member of a community. And although my name is Ricardo I can officially now say that I am one of the Joneses. That's kind of a cool feeling, actually....
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
New Idea For Tattoo?
Well, no, not really. I hate tattoos. But I found this quote yesterday when researching for my blog and I thought it fitting for me. If I don't tattoo it backwards on my forehead for me to read each morning I brush my teeth then I should at least paste it on my blog and tape up beside my computer:
Tragedy is a test of courage, if you meet it bravely, it will leave bigger than it found you. If not, you’ll have to live all your life with a coward, because no matter where you run, you can never run away from yourself. --A Star is Born (1937)
It's Official: I'm a Dreamer
Esther Blodgett: Some day you won't laugh at me! I'm going out and have a real life! I'm gonna be somebody!
Esther Blodgett: I'm going out there and BE somebody!!
Grandmother Lettie: Esther, everyone in this world who has ever dreamed about better things has been laughed at, don't you know that? But there's a difference between dreaming and doing. The dreamers just sit around and moon about how wonderful it would be if only things were different. And the years roll on and by and by they grow and they forget everything, even about their dreams. Oh yes, you want to be somebody, but you want it to be easy.
I've taken a trip down memory lane today. I read up on an old classmate who not only used her beauty to win pageants and land a TV gig, but is now the inventor of some exercise gizmo on the Home Shopping Channel. I e-mailed and received a response from an old crush from junior high days, who, if fate had not dealt me a blow, would've been my first boyfriend and learned he is a successful businessman who unfortunately became a Republican. (Money will do that to ya, I hear.) And if that wasn't enough, I learned that a dear friend from high school and college has a lucrative job public relations.
Wait a minute. Cut scene. What happened to me? Wasn't I supposed to be on some sort of track like this?
Now, before you think that last question was all too full of self-importance hear me out, people. You gotta understand that a girl living in a small rural
It's just....You see....I just really had hoped for a different outcome for myself thus far--professionally speaking, that is. I got my Prince Charming, my partner in crime, my better half. And what an extraordinary better half he is! (If only everyone could see what I see in him. How intelligent, sensitive, and extremely talented he is.) He, too, is a dreamer, and he dreamed of better things for himself professionally. (Maybe that's why we are so compatible?)
I worked hard, for a long time, and when I stumbled, due in part to unforeseen circumstances, I got back up again, but only to stumble again. Thereafter I stood back up but each time one stands back up one either gets weaker or stronger. I think I got weaker. So that now as I recently got back up again I just wanna say, "Am I ever gonna be somebody? You know, like I always wanted to be?
Monday, September 15, 2008
Celebrity Idolatry: Not So Unhealthy?
So, the last thing I ever expected to read was a study that suggested the worship and obsession with celebrities is healthy. Who knew? So, if we are to believe this study then I'm guessing we can determine the following:
- My teenage years' ritual of saying goodnight to my Andre Agassi poster each night was healthy.
- My wallpaper of New Kids On The Block posters was also a sign of healthy growth
- My wardrobe modeling after Christine Haje from Head of the Class was acceptable.
- My worship of the late Heath Ledger and now his little daughter Matilda was and is a boost to my self esteem.
- My lifetime subscription to People magazine and regular surfing of E!Online provides mental stability.
- My insistence on complete silence during the Golden Globe Awards, the Oscars shows, AND their pre-award red carpet shows proves that I am in touch with reality.
Not sure I agree with this but hey, if someone thinks I'm not so abnormal then I'm all for it! Hmm....Who knew?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
A Time To Reflect
Along with countless other Americans today I am reflecting on today's somber anniversary: Seven years since our nation was attacked by radical terrorists in NYC,
I remember thinking to myself later that week after the attacks that this was the first time my generation had ever experienced anything remotely similar to those who lived through the attack on
Regardless of how much all of us felt affected by the events of September 11, 2001, it's been so easy for us all to fall back into a pattern of ignorance, selfishness, anger, and greed. I still see a few patriotic bumper stickers and magnets on cars, but not so many American flags. Folks have reverted to their own ways again, ensconced in their cars, yapping on the cell phones, flipping people off who honk at them. Folks once again forget to smile and say "thanks" in the drive-thru of your local fast food restaurants. We still remember September 11, 2001, but we've also forgotten it. We remember the event, where we were, yet we've forgotten what we were like those weeks and months after the tragedy.
I haven't forgotten, though, who I was as an individual. This morning while perusing through the names of victims who worked at Cantor Fitzgerald, I came across a Portuguese name. That's when it struck me how much has changed for me personally in these seven years. You see, even though I had met Nelson and we were a couple during the 9/11 attacks, I had yet to meet his family and begin to embrace the Portuguese culture, so a name ending in -eira would never before have caught my eye. Yet now, today, seven years later, it does, because of how much I have learned about my husband's family, his culture, his languages, etc. In fact, I marvel at how different a person I am now. In these seven years I have changed jobs too many times, been diagnosed with ADHD, began coloring my hair to cover the gray, gained at least 30 pounds, gotten married, survived my first and only Canadian winter, lived in DC, attempted graduate school, traveled to Portugal, owned my first dog, rescued a cat, and grown my first vegetable garden. I've learned a lot about myself, who I used to be, why I was the way I used to be, and who I am now. Seven years ago I was young, single, clueless to a lot of life lessons I was yet to learn. In some ways I look back at that young girl and it feels more like I'm looking at her from the outside instead of from within.
It made me also wonder, how much would all of the victims have changed in seven years? If little ole me has experienced so many ups and downs, trials and tribulations, what would they have experienced? New births, more wrinkles, a promotion, the Grand Canyon, skydiving, weight loss, new hairstyles, additional degrees, a first home, running for public office, climbing Mount Everest, retirement and a timeshare in Myrtle Beach....who knows what else?
I can only hope that each year I will continue to pause and reflect, and not just on me and who I am now, but to reflect on who all of those victims could've continued to become. I must continue to hope as well that one day again our nation can again become more united without requiring the loss of so much life and potential.
Scary Coincidence? You Decide
For any of you who are sitting on the fence, who maybe just don't like Joe Biden or don't feel like Obama has enough experience, please research Sarah Apparently the media has decided to continue its biased coverage of the 2008 Presidential Election that it did so well back in 2004. The Democrats have also decided to continue the non-retaliation approach they did so well pre-Clinton and now post-Clinton. So when new information continues to surface surrounding Republican VP Nominee Sarah Palin and her extreme religious beliefs, I get concerned and very, very scared--especially when no one seems to want to bring it to the American People's attention! Remember this past spring when media frenzy surrounded Barack Obama's church and its pastor, Jeremiah Wright? Well, just this past week new information regarding Republican VP Nominee Sarah Palin and her tongue-speaking church surfaced on the Internet yet little--if any, really--credible coverage on the news networks has been offered regarding Palin's religious beliefs and the church that helped brainwash her. If we are to preserve this great thing called the Separation of Church and State that our Founding Fathers so wisely thought of we cannot elect this woman as our second-in-command to lead this country, people! It's Palin and simple, folks, that if you elect a presidential candidate who is 72 with a history of health problems, then Sarah Palin as Vice-President should not be your choice.
Here's what scares me, the most, though. Sarah Palin and the people who share her radical beliefs are extremists. And in doing research I've noticed that while she might call herself a "pit bull with lipstick" and a "hockey mom," there is another comparison that her actions and beliefs remind me of and it scares me.
Sarah Palin believes in banning books from libraries.
According to Time Magazine, Palin tried to get several books banned from the local library when she was mayor of
Sarah Palin is anti-gay.
Palin co-founded and still attends a church where seminars and programs are offered to help "rehabilitate" homosexuals and make them straight. Churches that offer these programs do so because they believe homosexual to be abnormal and immoral. Think of taking a robot into a shop and trying to re-program it.
Does Sarah Palin hold anti-Semitic beliefs?
As recently as August 17, 2008 Palin attended a church service where Scott Brickner, the leader of Jews For Jesus, remarked that Israelis deserved the terrorist attacks they have received over the years because of their "judgement of unbelief"--meaning, their refusal to convert to Christianity. Again, Palin attended this service and did absolutely nothing to argue, discredit, or take a stand against such words of hatred.
Hmm, so let's see....Banning books, anti-gay, possibly anti-Semitic, pushing one's personal agenda while in office....Who does that remind you of?
Friday, September 5, 2008
Healthcare: It's My Right!
A Democrat, yes, but I’d say I’m a Liberal first, then a Democrat. Many people will say their upbringing affects their current political views. I am no exception. I grew up watching "This Week With David Brinkley" every Sunday after church with my father while Mom cooked Sunday's lunch, and watching as my dad yelled at conservatives Sam Donaldson and George Will on the tube. However, I've chosen my own path over the past few years, becoming even more liberal than my own parents. After having lived in
Take health care, for example. There is still--still, this ill-conceived notion that a government-run health care system, or "socialized medicine" as some folks still call it, means not enough hospital beds, medicine shortages, poorly qualified doctors, and an overall inadequacy of care. People, that is communist-run health care system from the Cold War days you're thinking of, not modern-day government-run health care. The days of corrupt, communist leaders who horded money while their people lay dying on the streets and their children starving is long gone. I could base my theories simply on a Michael Moore documentary but that would lead many folks to think I hadn't researched enough before reaching this conclusion. Well, I have lived in and/or visited modern-day countries such as
I would like to ask the Evangelical conservatives who support the Republican Conservative agenda: How do you think Jesus would feel about health care? Was it not he who healed and tended to the sick and dying? Although we don't usually think of Jesus as a political figure he defied Roman Rule and was crucified for it. I can only imagine how he would feel about the lack of care people are receiving under our country's current "rule."
For those conservatives who love the words freedom, patriot, and democracy, my guess is that you revere that great politician and author, Thomas Jefferson. After all, it was he who penned the Declaration of
Are we not, also, according to this country's constitution, "A government of the people, for the people, and by the people?" How can a government be "for the people" if it does not help keep its citizens healthy to lead productive lives? After all, without, health productive citizens how can we contribute this nation's economic prosperity?
Conservative strategists (especially the fiscal conservatives) will try to offer up statistics that disprove the theory of government-run medicine. However, these statistics don't hold up when you simply go ask any person on the streets of Vancouver, Calgary, Marseilles, Lisbon, Manchester City, or Liverpool how a government-run system has worked for them and if they'd prefer for their health to be in the care of privatized insurance companies. They will tell you unequivocally that health care is not only a right but that their country's system may not be perfect but that they wouldn't trade it for a
Everyday stories on the news portray a broken system, where human beings--citizens of this country--lose their homes, die from lack of medical care, or fall ill to various unmerciful illnesses such as cancer and AIDS. It reminds me of Voltaire and how his protagonist in Candide wondered if this was "the best of all possible worlds?" However, instead of simply pondering this question from a philosophical or religious perspective I see it in part as a political question, wondering why government is not doing more to help its citizens. (I pay taxes. You pay taxes. Where does our tax money go? We'll save that for another day, though.) I can only imagine what many of our former presidents, statesmen, and philosophers would think of our current plight.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
I offer up this well written piece that my father wrote. My father is a highly educated man with multiple degrees, a brilliant mind, and he's a wonderful writer. Here is his response to an article written by Thomas Sowell.
A Response to Thomas Sowell’s “Obama and McCain”
Thomas Sowell is certainly a man whose opinions we should listen to. He has a Bachelor of Arts in Economics from
Obama and McCain
By Thomas Sowell
Townhall.com
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Now that the two parties have finally selected their presidential candidates, it is time for a sober--if not grim--assessment of where we are. Not since 1972 have we been presented with two such painfully inadequate candidates. When election day came that year, I could not bring myself to vote for either George McGovern or Richard Nixon. I stayed home.
Thomas Sowell’s contention that the two candidates for President in 2008 are “painfully inadequate” is not only a cynical assessment of the political arena; it is also insulting, to both Obama and McCain as well as the millions of Americans who selected them after a long primary campaign.
One may wonder what Sowell is looking for. Is it a candidate with knowledge of how government works, knowledge that is gained from experience in the United States Congress? Someone with energy, drive, and commitment to the Presidency? Someone who can inspire the electorate? Someone who can unite the country? Someone with an understanding of the world community and the problems that we and other nations face? Someone who is totally committed to the security of
Apparently, if he is looking for any of these things, he does not find them, in sufficient quantities at least, in either Obama or McCain. In these and other areas, we can assume, both are “painfully inadequate.” Therefore in November we must choose between the lesser of the two evils, the candidate who is slightly better qualified, if not adequately qualified, to be President. In 1972, faced with the choice of McGovern or Nixon, Sowell exercised the “luxury” of staying home. This year, he will hold his nose, cross his fingers and toes, and vote for McCain.
This year, none of us has that luxury. While all sorts of gushing is going on in the media, and posturing is going on in politics, the biggest national sponsor of terrorism in the world-- Iran-- is moving step by step toward building a nuclear bomb.
The reference to “all sorts of gushing” in the media reflects the antipathy among McCain supporters toward the popular enthusiasm for Barack Obama, who has awakened an interest in politics among people who have never participated in the process before. I am amazed, and disheartened, by the sneering references to “mere words” and “lofty ideals” (in Sowell’s piece, “gushing”) that have emerged in the primary and the campaign thus far. Have we sunk so deep in the quicksand of cynicism and partisanship that we dismiss rhetoric and idealism so easily?
Let’s recognize this for what it is: a negative reaction from people who realize that John McCain has no such idealism and skills. Their answer to the challenge of Obama’s popularity is to claim that he is an “empty suit,” that his supporters are gullible, star-struck fans (“Obamamaniacs”), that he is a dangerous demagogue. (Some have even likened Obama to Hitler. Big crowds in outdoor venues, a cheering mass of humanity? It must be evil.)
The reference to “posturing” in politics is equally revealing of Sowell’s antipathy toward Obama. The message the word conveys is obvious: the image that Obama is presenting to the public is false, calculated, and “political.” He is “arrogant” in claiming that he is qualified to be President and Commander in Chief and that he has solutions to problems that have not yet been tried. They would prefer a milk-toast, pardon-me-for-presuming-that I-am-somebody image, which would enhance McCain‘s image as the tough Commander in Chief. Sowell is Black, and there surely no racist intent in his words; but his reference to “posturing” doubtlessly resonates with those who are: Obama is an uppity Black who doesn’t know “his place.”
The point when they get that bomb will be the point of no return.
Can we imagine a better example of fear mongering than this? The idea that
Nuclear proliferation and “loose nukes” should be a concern, of concern, and Obama has addressed these issues; but the use of nuclear weapons against the
Sowell’s rhetoric is frighteningly apocalyptic: “The point when they get that bomb will be the point of no return.” Oh, my. As REM has put it in one of their songs, “It’s the end of the world as we know it!”
All the options that are on the table right now will be swept off the table forever. Our choices will be to give in to whatever the terrorists demand-- however outrageous those demands might be-- or to risk seeing American cities start disappearing in radioactive mushroom clouds.
By “the options . . . now on the table,” I assume, Sowell means the use of nuclear weapons. How could they be “swept off the table forever”? I suspect that he is envisioning a scenario like this: Islamist terrorists manage to smuggle a nuclear weapon into this country, or secrete one in a freighter off our coast (either seems a frightening possibility, considering our porous borders and lax port security), and threaten to detonate it. Horrified at the prospect of the death of millions of Americans, the government caves in to whatever demands the terrorists make (more likely, Sowell thinks, if the government is headed by an “inexperienced” President Obama, who favors talk and diplomacy to solve international crises).
If I have correctly interpreted what Sowell implies, he is guilty of two logical fallacies: first, the appeal to probability, in which one argues that because something could happen, it inevitably will happen; second, the Scylla and Charybdis Dilemma, in which one argues that we are faced with only two dangerous choices, one of which must be made. The possibility of nuclear blackmail becomes the inevitability of nuclear blackmail; we either vote for John McCain or we will experience nuclear blackmail; we either accede to the blackmail or we are destroyed in a nuclear holocaust.
Nuclear blackmail is not inevitable. An Obama administration would end the illegal and ineffective war in
The probability of “American cities disappearing in radioactive mushroom clouds” (another example of Sowell’s use of fear as a motivator) is absurd. Even if terrorists should threaten us with a nuclear event, how would it be possible for
All the things we are preoccupied with today, from the price of gasoline to health care to global warming, will suddenly no longer matter.
Sowell’s strategy here is transparent: since McCain’s strong suits, supposedly, are foreign policy and national security, we must relegate such comparatively trivial things as the price of gasoline, the lack of access to health care, and global warming to the status of “preoccupations.” (Perhaps Sowell would agree with former Senator Gramm and President Bush that the current recession is only in our heads.) Removing
Sowell’s political smokescreen obscures issues that are very real and in actuality more important to
Just as the Nazis did not find it enough to simply kill people in their concentration camps, but had to humiliate and dehumanize them first, so we can expect terrorists with nuclear weapons to both humiliate us and force us to humiliate ourselves, before they finally start killing us.
With all due respect to Sowell’s credentials, this is silly. If the threat of nuclear winter doesn’t do the job, try Hitler and the Holocaust. That will do the trick. Again we are presented the absurd prospect of a crying, cowering, totally impotent American government.
They have already telegraphed their punches with their sadistic beheadings of innocent civilians, and with the popularity of videotapes of those beheadings in the
Again we see the strategy of fear. Our blood runs cold at the vision of a masked terrorist holding up the bleeding head of an American soldier. Of course there are terrorists who would not hesitate to humiliate and torture Americans, and all Americans are justly horrified, and outraged, at the beheadings Sowell refers to. But we must not miss Sowell’s intent is clear: to make us turn gratefully to McCain, The Deliverer.
At the risk of seeming to defend Osama bin Laden, which I cannot and will not do, Sowell shapes the message of bin Laden’s November 2004 tape a bit in order to support his scenario of an impotent America groveling at the feet of the Prince of Terror. In his statement of November, 2004, bin Laden says flatly, “I tell you in truth that your security is not in the hands of Kerry, nor Bush, nor al Qaeda. No, your security is in your own hands. And every state that doesn't tamper with our security, has automatically guaranteed its own security.” There is no threat “to target those places in
The terrorists have given us as clear a picture of what they are all about as Adolf Hitler and the Nazis did during the 1930s-- and our 'leaders' and intelligentsia have ignored the warning signs as resolutely as the 'leaders' and intelligentsia of the 1930s downplayed the dangers of Hitler.
Again we see the strategy of fear. When all else is in danger of failing, just bring up Hitler and the Nazis (a dubious comparison with the amorphous, splintered threat presented by radical Islamic terrorism).
And again we see Sowell’s penchant for sweeping generalizations:
“. . . our 'leaders' and intelligentsia have ignored the warning signs as resolutely as the 'leaders' and intelligentsia of the 1930s downplayed the dangers of Hitler.” By not saying that “some of our leaders and intelligentsia” have ignored the warning signs of the threat of Islamist domination of
We are much like people drifting down the
Again there is the emotionally charged idea of an apocalypse: “. . . we cannot come back up again.”
What does this have to do with today's presidential candidates? It has everything to do with them. One of these candidates will determine what we are going to do to stop
Of course, Sowell is entitled to his opinion, but I must reject his assertion that only one candidate, McCain, will be able to stop
There is one big difference between now and the 1930s. Although the West's lack of military preparedness and its political irresolution led to three solid years of devastating losses to Nazi
Why is Sowell not as confident that democracies working together can “win decisively” in the confrontation with
But you cannot lose a nuclear war for three years and then come back. You cannot even sustain the will to resist for three years when you are first broken down morally by threats and then devastated by nuclear bombs.
Again, Sowell raises the spectre of a helpless, whining
Our one window of opportunity to prevent this will occur within the term of whoever becomes President of the
The Scylla and Charybdis Dilemma appears again: there is one, and only one, “window of opportunity.” If we do not elect John McCain in November, the end is in sight. Only McCain can save us from doom.
At a time like this, we do not have the luxury of waiting for our ideal candidate or of indulging our emotions by voting for some third party candidate to show our displeasure-- at the cost of putting someone in the White House who is not up to the job.
Can you have your cake and eat it too? Although Sowell seems to align himself with McCain supporters who are scathingly scornful of those who see in Obama the ideal candidate, here he professes some faith that eventually—just not now—the ideal candidate, one that he can enthusiastically endorse, will appear!
How many candidates have heard the cliché, “not up to the job”? One thinks of Andrew Jackson, and the dismay at his rabble invasion of
Why are Sowell and so many others certain that John Mc Cain is “up to the job” as Commander in Chief? Perhaps it is the strength and courage he displayed in the Hanoi Hilton. Perhaps it is his military career. Or perhaps it is his supreme self confidence (a quality which in Obama is anathema to them). “I know how to win wars," he says with a swagger, implying, of course, that he has knowledge and experience that Obama does not have. "In wartime,,” he continues, “judgment and experience matter. . . . The commander in chief doesn't get a learning curve."
There is no training to be President of the
Senator John McCain has been criticized in this column many times. But, when all is said and done, Senator McCain has not spent decades aiding and abetting people who hate
The hyperbolic implication is quite clear: Barack Obama has spent decades aiding and abetting people who hate
Such an absurdly sweeping generalization was doubtless not Sowell’s intention, but one must guard against the appearance of such. What Sowell is really talking about, I suspect, is the twenty years or so that the Reverend Jeremiah Wright was Obama’s pastor. Let’s examine the allegation, for allegation it is; “aiding and abetting” is a serious charge. “Aiding and abetting” is a term in criminal law which says that a person may be found guilty of a crime, without evidence of personal involvement, if he had prior knowledge of the crime, if he directed another person to commit the crime, or if he provided advice, encouragement, or financial support to that person.
If we take Sowell’s assertion literally, it is ludicrous: Wright is guilty of the crime of preaching hatred for America (never mind the protection of the First Amendment), continually, over a period of twenty years, and Obama—by attending Wright’s church, continually, over a period of twenty years; by making financial contributions to that church; and perhaps by offering Wright advice on how to preach hatred of America—is equally guilty of that crime. If he is speaking figuratively, meaning “giving tacit approval to Wright’s hatred of
Let me present the indictment against Obama implied by Sowell. Charge one: Barack Obama, on various occasions, “aided and abetted” Wright in his dissemination of hatred for
Do we know how faithful Obama was in his attendance? Are there any records? Is there any evidence that he ever heard such remarks? Sowell apparently needs no evidence; elsewhere he has said, “[There was] no way that [Obama] didn’t know about Jeremiah Wright’s anti-American and racist diatribes from the pulpit." Is it not possible that Obama told Wright that he did not agree, that he asked Wright to tone down his rhetoric?
That Jeremiah Wright’ sermons contained statements of hatred of
Charge two against Obama: Obama “aided and abetted” Wright by contributing money to the programs of Wright’s church. Were all of those programs directed toward the building of hatred for
On the contrary, he [McCain] has paid a huge price for resisting our enemies, even when they held him prisoner and tortured him. The choice between him and Barack Obama should be a no-brainer.
Because McCain has paid such “a huge price for resisting our enemies, even when they held him prisoner and tortured him,” Sowell seems to be saying, he is uniquely qualified to be President. Moreover, his heroism must be rewarded: he has paid a huge price and we must repay him with our vote.
As General Wesley Clark recently pointed out (only to be immediately attacked by many in the media and by the Doberman Pinschers on the right), “riding in a fighter plane and getting shot down is not a qualification to be president."
McCain’s experiences in
Senator John McCain has been criticized in this column many times. But, when all is said and done, Senator McCain has not spent decades aiding and abetting people who hate
There is no mention here of McCain’s 26 years of service in the United States Congress, or his maturity, or his good judgment, or his ability to work across party lines, or any other qualification. McCain is Sowell’s choice for President because he has not aided and abetted those who hate
(If love of country qualifies one to be President, I think I’ll throw my hat in the ring. I’m the same age as McCain, and I really, really love my country. Moreover, I’m white, and I have no Muslim-sounding name. I’ll even wear a flag lapel pin!
Of course, McCain is patriotic. But just how pure and absolute a strain of patriotism does McCain represent? He himself has said, “I didn't really love
Let me also address for a moment Sowell’s use of the expression “no-brainer.” How much more contemptuous can one be of other people’s convictions? “If you have a brain, you would think the way I think.” This intolerance can well breed an opposing intolerance: “If you had even half a brain, you would think the way I think.” Such language can only widen the divides between us.
To wrap all this up: Sowell has a perfect right to support McCain and advocate his election. I’m not complaining about that. What I do complain about is his use of logical fallacies and sweeping generalizations, the total lack of evidence to back his assertions, and his shameful appeals to fear rather than to reason. He could do better, and the McCain campaign could do better.