Why The Republicans Gave Obama The Election in 2008.

Do you remember 2008

in the U.S.A.?

(from reuters )

I do.

I remember thinking in 2008:

this economy is going to get worse before it gets better.

( from palinnation )

I also remember thinking the Republican Party made a huge strategical error:

They actually thought the American public still wanted a ticket that was at least

half good ol' boy. And half "we need a war hero

to get us out of this mess."

And they were wrong.

America wanted someone different, and

they wanted someone who could speak in a coherent sentence,

( from wikipedia )

someone who could impress middle-America

and the east and west coast as well.

Who would have believed he could be black on top of it?

I wish I could remember when I realized that the Republicans

were going to give Obama the election.

There was some kind of giddy goofy exchange

that I heard between McCain and Palin,

and I thought:

these two aren't serious about this race.

There was also a meeting,

I think it happened in late October 2008,

a precedent setting meeting,

when Obama met with 

all the living presidents,

and I thought to myself:

I would love to be a fly on that wall.

I imagined the conversation went like this:

ALL THE LIVING PRESIDENTS:  "Barack, we're fucked.  America is in

the worst financial shape she's ever been in, most of the world hates us

and doesn't trust us, we're in a really crappy war,

and there's a really good chance that

it will get worse before it gets better.

Want to be the first Black American president?"

OBAMA: (still with the audacity to hope): "yes! I think I can do that!"

And the Republicans,

who have the calculating shrewdness of the very best psychopath,

said, "We think you're the best man for the job.

 The hope you bring

will make America feel good,

and the rest of the world like us

a little

again."

(By the way, that is an imagined dialogue.

Please don't quote me as accurate

;however,

sometimes I think that's precisely what happened:

Barack Obama was offered a place in history.)

 ( from language log )

What the Republicans also knew,

and probably anyone with half a brain also knew

was that, over the four years between

2008 and 2012

 the economy would continue to tank,

the war would get bloodier,

the terrorists would terrorize more,

and

America would forget,

oh so quickly forget

how bad we were before

Barack Obama became our 44th president.

And yes, under this young new black president,

international opinion began to turn,

as the rest of the world hoped, too, that America

was back on course to living in the world with them.

And yes, even as the Obama Administration made attempts,

with no help from the Republicans in Congress,

to change America's course,

the economy tanked more,

as anything in freefall is prone to do,

and terror became homegrown.

In fact, the Conservative spin industry in 2008 knew 

that

by 2010, Americans would be wondering

why things hadn't turned around,

and by 2011, if the Republicans packaged their product well enough

they could tap into middle-America's 

repressed racism

while also squelching

any real reforms

that this upstart young black man

who was given a historical opportunity to be president

tried to initiate.

This was a theory I developed

a little less than four years ago, 

but I was reminded of it,  tonight as I watched the debates.

Who won?  Of course, 

as a person looking for substance,

I'd say President Obama won.

However, I'm not sure everyone will see that.

Nor will they see what I see when I look at Romney.

I look at Mitt Romney and I see a masked man,

and the Republican machine,

the same machine that has blocked attempts

and bipartisanship during the Obama Administration,

has been working hard to build up his mask --

( from independent agenda )

Mitt Romney is

a man who has been documented over and over

again to be a liar, with a bad temper.

He had no substance tonight;

if anything, he just repeated Obama's points.

But I give Romney credit:

he's a smooth schmoozer

when he's not being a bully.

Notice, too, he only talks about

the last four years.

He's relying,

or rather, the Republican-machine is relying

on America's amnesia.

As I say above, they are also relying, I'm afraid,

on White Middle America's

repressed racism.

It's been allowed to build up over the past four years,

and now the Republicans are tapping it,

while promoting a short public memory.

I am writing this entry because

I really feel this election is urgent.

Ultimately,

Mitt Romney,

like Barack Obama,

is a puppet for the larger

parties and interests behind them,

but unfortunately, 

they are puppets with international power.

We know what happened the last time

America voted a puppet into power

who didn't have a strong sense of 

America's place in the world:

(from whatreallyhappened )

We really need to look past

the spin

and ask ourselves:

who do we really want

in the position of president

of this nation?

Never forget.

Anything.

We need to keep our minds

and memories

crystal clear,

and try to maintain,

despite the apparent odds,

the audacity to hope.

Come In From The Rain, by Carole Bayer Sager & Melissa Manchester

I've had this song going through my head all week.

Don't know why, but it just won't leave my head.

I first heard it sung by Melissa Manchester,

than Carole Bayer Sager, who wrote it. 

The Shirley Bassey version is pretty good,

but in the end, I love the Jane Oliver version 

I think that after doing this posting, I'll have it out of my head.

But it is a good song.  If you want to listen to only one all the way through,

I'd say listen to Melissa Manchester

or Jane Olivor

But you may have another favorite.

You choose:

As We Approach The U. S. Elections, Some Words To Remember:

This is preeminently the time to speak the truth, the whole truth, frankly and boldly. Nor need we shrink from honestly facing conditions in our country today. This great Nation will endure as it has endured, will revive and will prosper. So, first of all, let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself—nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance. In every dark hour of our national life a leadership of frankness and vigor has met with that understanding and support of the people themselves which is essential to victory. I am convinced that you will again give that support to leadership in these critical days.

(Franklin Delano Roosevelt, First Inaugural Speech, 1932

Tweet Tweet Tweet

from: allaboutbirds

I really hate the idea that

we judge the pulse of a country

by the way it tweets.

In a recent Atlantic Monthly article about the need for reform

in writing instruction in high schools in this country,

one claim that was made is that

young people in America

don't know their own language well enough

to articulate complex ideas.

As someone who teaches and reads a lot of writing

by young people entering college

I would agree with that.

Fundamentally,

if an individual's language facility is challenged,

so too is the quality and subtlety of

their thinking ability,

and of the ideas that they can convey.

And this is the problem with tweeting.

Nothing deeply thoughtful or complex can be communicated

in 140 characters and a few hash symbols.

So I was just amazed when

the first post-debate story I heard

was based solely on the Tweets

that occurred during and after

the debate.

from: muppetwikia

Tweet Tweet Tweet ~ ~ ~

My response to the political analysts who scurry to Twitter

after

the debate to determine what America is thinking is this:

it's tweet for twat:

The real issues are very very complex,

and no one who is working within

a limited language framework

can even begin to articulate

the true nature of the issues.

And here are some points that I'd love to hear one of the 

candidates (preferably the one I support) talk about:

from: motor trend

1.  The price of gasoline in the U.S.A. today will never go back

to $2.00 a gallon.  Just say it. And at $4.00 a gallon we are still paying

substantially less that the rest of the world, which buys its fuel

by the liter,  pays to fuel

their fuel-efficient vehicles.

What we need is a reality check: and it's one in which

America is educated, without prejudice, to the very real

fact that it's past time to get rid of those fuel-guzzling vehicles,

and to seriously invest in alternative energy research and programs.

(I also tend to believe that the war in Iraq,

which we all know by now was a war over oil.

That was a political war, fought by wealthy oil people against other
wealthy oil people, and our side lost.

truly lost, and part of what was lost was America's

select standing among the oil producing nations,

and that's why we're going to continue to see the prices go up at the pumps.

And it's not going to stop.)

Tweet Tweet Tweet

from: worldengroup

2.  Barack Obama is right: some jobs will never come back

to America.  Indeed, the entire history of America can be looked 

at as a history of cheating the cheapest work force that can be found --

for awhile, we imported slaves to do the work,

and when that turned out to be problematic,

we began importing immigrants - Italians, Poles, Irish -

who thought that the opportunity to climb down a mine-hole for play-money

that could only be used in the company town

was a ticket to their freedom.  When that work force wised up,

the jobs were sent to Mexico, China, Indonesia,

anywhere where the work force didn't demand much.

And as long as a profit-driven corporate based mentality

makes all of the decisions about jobs in this country, indeed

in this world, that will continue to be the mentality.

If the Mars expedition discovered a race of red midgets

who were willing to build iPads and tennis shoes for small change,

you'd better believe corporate America would suddenly feel that

investment in the space program

was a profitable venture.

Tweet Tweet Tweet

from: adorablay

3.  And when folks talk about the deficit and the bad economy,

why don't they acknowledge that the horrible recession we've been experiencing,

so horrible I dare call it a near depression,

has not been local?  This is an economic decline that has been felt

all over the world.  This kind of economic decline cannot be bandaged over

with a few tax cuts and empty talk about bringing jobs back to the USA.

This kind of economic decline requires substantial repair

and reform, not to mention careful diplomatic long term planning,

and it requires sacrifices on everybody's part. 

It is not a situation that could or can be remedied

in four years.

When George W. Bush left office,

he truly left the economy in free-fall,

and anyone who was paying attention at that time would have recognized

that the economy would fall for a few more years before it 

bottomed out.  So yes, the national deficit grew under Obama.

It would have grown under McCain, too, had he become president.

It would have grown under you or me or anyone had we stepped into that office

in 2008.  Because that was the course that the national and world economy was on.

Which is why I think the Republicans gave Obama the last election.

They knew that who ever held the job after Bush

would ultimately get blamed for the mess the U.S.A. had become,

so they backed down, and gave the election to 

the first black president of the U.S.A.

Why won't anyone say any of that?

Easy:

you can't say it in a tweet,

nor can you say it

in two minutes.

Still we just keep tweeting,

filling the air with empty chirps

about nothing in particular,

while the true problem we are facing

remain unresolved.

Phone Home with E.T.

You can't change the world,

but you can change yourself.

This man is brilliant.

Meditate with me:

Watching The Debates: Vote for Fil I. Buster

I'm getting frustrated,

and the first debate is still on.

Why, oh why,

has Barack Obama not mentioned this:

Romney keeps making himself sound like

he would be nothing but bipartisan.

( from thebigpicture )

But we know that's not true.

We know

that any democrat in Congress

in a Romney presidency

would be silenced.

Oh, that face,

( from USAToday )

that face:

I trust it as much as I would trust

Iago.

An ode to the upcoming debates

( blog.nj )

There is nothing either good or bad,

but thinking makes it so. . . 

(Hamlet  II:ii)

Words are thoughts;

thought-words, things

that build apparitions

of what might be.

Thought-words can create

possibility or

they can destroy

reality.

Hold your thoughts,

and mold them well

before you deliver them

into the air.  Those

castles built

might build despair

unnecessarily.

So may it be.

( boston.com )

coda:

Talk to me --

and not of me.

Truth is best found

in the space

of silent greetings,

and cordial meetings.

walking to the eternal flame: Western New York, late September

It's been a way too busy time for me lately,

and I had to do something magical,

like take a walk

in nature.

My partner found the perfect place to take me,

a place that borders on the magical:

we walked to see an

eternal flame.

And here is what we saw along the way:

Unfortunately,

the sound on my camera

is broken,

from having dropped it into similar brooks

one time too many:

. . . Now, at this point, you may think:

What's the big deal?

This is just a walk in the woods.

And that was what I thought too,

until I saw this:

(I'm sorry to say I can't get Blogger to accept
the film I made myself, though
I have now processed it in a number of ways.
Good ol' Blogger.
So I'm borrowing this film from YouTube.
At least this one has sound!)

If it appears to you that this flame is burning behind water,

well,

you're absolutely correct.  

This is a natural methane leak

right inside a water fall,

and the result is,

well,

quite elemental.

Here it is, in winter,

with more water:

Well, that truly made my weekend perfect.

I walked away looking

for elves and fairies,

while approaching children squealed in anticipation

of the magic

just up beyond the bend.

May you all have a magical week.

(except for the YouTube video, all photos and film by me.)

Vanity Sizing and the American Psyche

( from: madisonbootcamps )

Sometime between 1999 and 2004, a miracle happened to me: 

I shrank.

In 1999, before I moved from the U.S.A. to Turkey,

I went to the doctor, and weighed in at around 148 pounds,

 5' 10" tall.

When I went to the mall to buy some pants for my move,

I bought a size 12.  I have wide hips.

The width of my hips was always a bit of an issue with me,

and as a younger woman I did stupid things to slenderize,

but then I decided that I had to accept that

my bone structure can't be changed.

And that was that: size 12 pants,

size 10 dress.

A comfortable, but slightly tall

Medium.

Out the door, I carried clothes made of real cotton

that I still own.

And then I moved away.

In Turkey, I did not shrink,

I remained the same size,

and my skin became paler.

But the first time I bought clothes back in the States,

about a year later,

I was amazed that I was buying

size 10 pants.

A few months later, in the USA, I was a comfortable

size 8, and by 2003 or so

I actually bought a size 6 pants in the USA.

I wish I could show them to you,

but they were really flimsy and feel apart.

America, you see, is the land of miracles:
as long as I was buying my clothes in the States,
I was shrinking.

I could ignore the scale, 

which hadn't budged,

nor had a shrunk in any other proportion.

It was all perception, after all.

I was shrinking.

The closet proclaimed it to me defiantly,
on every tag declaring my new size:

my ass was narrower,

my boobs more modest,  my waist

wasting away.

( from: listxsadist )

Well, if I wanted to be delusional,

I could believe that, but

I've never been one to favor

that frame of mind.

I prefer

the raw, cold truth,

even if it means acknowledging

things like my increasing varicosities.
In the end, I feel it makes life

a little easier.
At the time,

I suspected that there was a conspiracy afoot

to maintain America's delusion

that they weren't getting fatter,

and this morning as I woke up again

to my trusty radio, 

I heard a story that confirmed 

precisely what I had been thinking.

(photo and story at 

NPR )

Vanity sizing:

the latest, greatest

American tall tale,

designed to keep the clothes

moving off the racks.
This is what one of the women said
on the radio, in her lilting, lovely
Indian accent.
When Americans kept getting fatter,
and the sizes remained the same,
well,
the clothes stopped selling.
The clothing industry, then,
came up with this brilliant idea:
make a size 6 bigger, and
make a size 6 a size 00,
and lead the consumer to believe
they were still as svelte as a model,
even if they no longer fit
into normal-sized movie theatre seats.

I guess the statement that put me over the edge, though,
was this:
the interviewer asked the woman
with the lilting, lovely Indian accent
if this was ethical:
aren't we lying to the public?
And she replied:
It's not really a lie,
if the public wants to be lied to.

Ah, indeed, the logic of it sent my mind reeling,
because,
because
among other things, I thought:
is this the attitude that the rest of the world  has
about the average American?
That we are complacent, stupid, fat people
in denial about what we really are?

And then I thought:
yes, of course.  That is what the world thinks of us.
I've lived abroad;
I've traveled a lot;
I've seen the attitude towards Americans change,
and that change began when the American public
voted George W. Bush into office
a second time.

It's not really a lie,
if the public wants to be lied to.

( from nmnnewsandviews )


Just minutes before this story,
on NPR this morning,
I had listened to a speech from Mitt Romney,
given in Ohio.  Mitt Romney, declaring
that he will make more jobs, trim down the government,
and be a better international face for America ~ ~ ~

It's not really a lie,
if the public wants to be lied to.

It's the logic of the cheating lover
as he hands his spouse some flowers
and tells her that he loves her
before slipping off to see his concubine ~ ~ ~

It's not really a lie,
if the person wants to be lied to.

It's the logic of the boss,
who gives his employees a modest raise,
telling them that he would love to give them more,
but the firm is struggling so much,
and then buys himself a new private Leer jet ~ ~ ~

not really a lie. . . 
they wanted to be lied to. . . 

In the story about Mitt Romney they interviewed
a woman in rural Ohio,
who I'll bet is a size 6 or maybe even a 4,
and she said her only gripe with Mitt Romney is that
he isn't coming down harder on President Obama:

He should be saying it more like it is, and saying it loud,
she said,
Romney's been too polite;
he should not be so polite to Obama!

In other words, she would like to hear Mitt Romney screaming
that Barack Obama has done nothing for America,
that the woes of America are Obama's fault,
that Obama was born in Timbuktu,
that his mother wasn't a white woman from the mid-west,
. . . . .
She wants to hear it again and again,
and she wants to hear it screamed loud and long,
because she wants to be lied to,
because that will help her confirm her own beliefs
that a smart black man should not remain
in the highest office in the nation.

It's not really a lie
if you want to be lied to.

And if she and all the rest of working or
middle class G.O.P. America want to believe
that a wealthy millionaire businessman
really cares for her goodwill,
she can and she will,
as she sits in front of her 48" wide
flat screen TV,
watching the Simpsons,
which she feels comes closest to being like reality to her,
and eating burgers and chips,
in her size 6 jeans.


. . . not really a lie . . . 

(Oh, Romney assures us,
don't worry; we'll still have
Medicare . . . )

Vanity sizing, in the end,
sums up what is wrong with America.
And we hear about vanity sizing,
but still nothing is done about it.
Because we want to be lied to.
Because the truth might mean
that we have to do something about it.

( from runsleeprinserepeat )

I guess there's one good thing we can say about this:
as long as people are still lying,
the world will not end
anytime soon.

Or else that's what we want to believe.


Hamlet: In the secret parts of Fortune? O, most true! She is a strumpet. What's the news?
Rosencrantz: None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
Hamlet: Then is doomsday near.

( Hamlet II:ii )

Flashback Queen

( from: proaudiostar )

It seizes the brain and numbs

the soul;

makes the living breathing world

a hell.

Fingers, too,

and hands and feet

belong to another,

but still persist and do their duties

ritually,

longing to touch again, and truly feel

longing to make contact

with reality.

( from: photoshopessentials )

It will come; it will come--

this curtained world has passed before,

and the waking is so beautiful,

but how I want my life to be

a continual display

of beauty.

But to do that would be to 

obliterate memory.

And that's impossible.

So I go on, still

a flashback queen,

that's me.

Antietum: Bloody Road

I woke up this morning to a story on NPR about

The Battle of Antietum, which occurred

September 17, 1862.

As I listened, my mind began to compose

some loose lines and contemplations:

(picture from NPR website; entire story at the link.)

~*~

(tablewarefare)

Antietum --

your innocent lands

still recall the

men whose blood you drank 

when they collided, driven by devotion to each

his own's belief in personal liberty:

Some, believing in freedom to all,

                               no matter their color

                                        or vessel for arriving

                                                     on America's shores.

Some, believing that the dark and enslaved

                                     were less than men,

                                                       and, as such,

                                                   deserved to remain so as they served

                                                  the economy of tobacco.

                                                          Oh,

Antietum --

two forces clashed in a 

Bloody Road, each force driven

by his own idea,

a whisper,

a thought.

Thousands lost

their lives; the idea

of equality ruled,

and history turned

towards liberation.

(from: old-picture.com )

So sad we no longer care

for history.   So sad

we no longer require

our youth to learn

to embody the lessons

of our heredity.  Instead,

we barely teach them

to get by; we teach to take a test,

then hurry home filled

with forgetfulness, anticipating

for the next episode of Jersey Shore,

or the next gossipy tweet.

( from: blogofshame )

History cannot be tweeted,

but history MUST be known,

as we stand today on the brink

of another ideological fissure,

right now embodied in

a battle over who should run

this land:

a Black Man

or

a Mormon;

a Son of Slaves and Idealistic Liberals,

or

a Son of Those Who Believe America is

The Promised Land.

But what promise is this?

Where guns are hidden and

(from National Park Service )

divisions are bitter,

the Bloody Road may be

just beyond the bend.

Our history can tell us how

to avoid it, and recent memory

of murdered diplomat,

a murder driven by 

insensitivity

to detail can stand 

as omen.

We have 

no time to lose;

the only answer is to restore

our public memory,

and with it, our ability to choose, 

and our integrity.

A Diva To Remember: Gilda Radner

As I approach the upcoming school year,

I turned to a pro for inspiration.

Have a great week!

Labor Days Ahead

Alas,

the garden goddess is overwhelmed by the height of summer,

and I,

am returning to teaching

after a long sabbatical.

Tomorrow.

Alas.

Much of my word energy over the past few months has gone

to an article I am writing about

how No Child Left Behind

and other educational reforms

have created a generation of American college students

who are way far behind.

Tomorrow, I head back to classrooms full of 'em again.

My particular focus is on student writing.

Believe me, it's very difficult to teach writing

when you'd rather be writing.

I can theorize away about the problem,

but when faced with a class full of angry young people,

my words, and skills, wain.

Because these students are ANGRY.

Our youth KNOW they have not been educated.

They KNOW it's all been a farce,

and they are amused by teachers 

and administrators

who perpetuate it.

By their first year of university, in fact,

they expect all teachers to be overworked to a point that the students simply are spoonfed

what they need to know to pass the test.

So these dear untutored and undisciplined students get angry

when a teacher actually asks them to be responsible for their own learning.

ehow-college stress

I don't blame them,

or their teachers,

but I sure have my theories

on who to blame.

Hold on tight --

I may vent here.

Tonight,

this Labor Day night,

my thoughts and prayers go out to all

the teachers in the world,

burdened by testing and assessments so overwhelming

that they get in the way

of teaching.

Garbage Bin Women (Living in the 3rd World America)

~ ~

Prelude:

My cat Pişi

(who has her own blog, by the way)

came home from me when I returned to the States

after living for four years in Turkey.

Pişi was born in the streets of Ankara.

While I did not remove her from the streets,

I adopted her when the people who snatched her out of the streets

moved on.  As you can see, Pişi moved on with me, and now,

at the ripe old age of fourteen, lives comfortably

in the U.S.A.

She's pretty, eh?  The thing with Pişi, though, is that

she's deaf.  I won't tell that story here, but you can go elsewhere

and read it.  She's also a little bipolar.  She can turn on you when you least expect it,

and when she turns on you, she turns into the wild cat she was born to be.

She's downright nasty, and fights to kill. 

She's the kind of cat who has a little skull and bones drawn on her file

at the Vet's office.  The last time we had her there, even the vet

was afraid of her.  They covered her with a heavy towel, and gave her

her rabies shot, and she was like a wild cat.  They told me never to bring her back.

I believe Pişi is going blind.  I'm really afraid that if she goes blind, she will become wild again.

Not because she wants to hurt me, but because she will feel her  power is gone,

and all she can do to protect herself, when she has lost the control of her major senses,

will be to attack.  It will be her last attempt to control and have power.

She is a very powerful presence.   She is the dominant cat in my house.
I treat her with love and respect, and hope that when she reaches
a point where she can't see, she remembers that, and gives that
back to me.

*

from: gpbtelevision

As I said in my last entry, I believe

we are living in Post-First World America;

we are living in America in decline.

It's not that we are being replaced by 

another greater power.  We are being replaced

by our own child:

a global, profit-driven economy

that at its best emulates 

the values America has represented 

for several centuries:

freedom of speech (via the internet)

freedom of belief

equality of gender and race

openness,

honesty

and a basic belief 

in the goodness of humanity.

In the meantime, though,

our power has waned,

our workforce has been emasculated,

our trust in authority, evaporated.

My students are so scarred from the abuse

they have suffered at the hands

of frustrated, equally scarred parents,

of a misguided education system,

of an entertainment world

that promotes instant gratification.

. . . .

from: unrealitymag 

This nation is ill,

and every now and then something happens

that is a glaring symptom of the depth of our illness:

Yesterday, in Niagara Falls, New York,

a five year old girl was found dead, in a garbage bag.
She was murdered by a teenaged boy,
who killed her with his bare hands,
then got a friend to help him dispose
of her body.

And dispose they did,
just like, in 2008, in a young woman was found,
folded in half, stuffed in a garbage bag
and then put out in the trash.
At first, the police ruled her death "accidental,"
the result of an overdose.  They claimed that
she had turned to prostitution to maintain her very
expensive drug habit, and put the the story away.
But everyone knows (and I've written of this before)
that no one who dies accidentally then climbs into
a garbage bag and puts themselves in a garbage bin.
A more recent autopsy has found this woman was strangled,
in a violent rape.
Her murderer has yet to be found.

I do not mean to claim that the same person
is responsible for both of these sad, sad, sad murders.
They have the guilty young boy who committed this week's
crime.  The look in his eyes chills me.

I cannot help but feel that there is a tragic
similarity between these crimes
that ends up being a glaring symptom
of the sickness that permeates America today.

Whoever put these women into garbage bags,
then into garbage cans clearly had no feeling
towards their fellow humans.  They treated them
like something to use,
then throw away.
Those killers
are not human either -- for one reason or another,
they have been led to a point where they
are like cornered animals, like my cat
trapped in a bag, and they are killing
irrationally.  Like wounded wild animals,
they practice whatever potential for power or strength
they have left, and they tend to take it out
against the powerless, the weak, those who
make them feel stronger than they really feel.

No, they should not be forgiven,
but when something like this happens
more than once, I think it's time
for us to consider what this says about us,
the U.S. of A.

Land of the Free.
Home of the Brave.



I'm not sure what the answer is,
though I heard a good idea
at a meeting I went to last week:

it's time for us to create an Adult Culture
in America and in the world
that is kind, compassionate,
wise, human --
true role models for our young,
as we move from a stratified globe
of multiple worlds,
to a single globe
where every individual is respected,
and no one
is put out
in the trash.

from artinwetlands