And Finally Today, In Election News From Florida...
This just in...
This just in...
It used to be that we would set our clocks back tonight. Now our electronic devices take care of that for us.
I'm not advocating for WikiLeaks, or for a political party. I'm just astounded at how much we're all learning (if we didn't already know) about how the political sausage is really made.
Be careful out there tonight!
Tom Hayden, who died yesterday, wrote this in 1962. Parts of it resonated strongly for many of us who were on college campuses during the 1960s.
INTRODUCTION: AGENDA FOR A GENERATION
We are people of this generation, bred in at least modest comfort, housed now in universities, looking uncomfortably to the world we inherit.
When we were kids the United States was the wealthiest and strongest country in the world: the only one with the atom bomb, the least scarred by modern war, an initiator of the United Nations that we thought would distribute Western influence throughout the world. Freedom and equality for each individual, government of, by, and for the people -- these American values we found good, principles by which we could live as men. Many of us began maturing in complacency.
As we grew, however, our comfort was penetrated by events too troubling to dismiss. First, the permeating and victimizing fact of human degradation, symbolized by the Southern struggle against racial bigotry, compelled most of us from silence to activism. Second, the enclosing fact of the Cold War, symbolized by the presence of the Bomb, brought awareness that we ourselves, and our friends, and millions of abstract "others" we knew more directly because of our common peril, might die at any time. We might deliberately ignore, or avoid, or fail to feel all other human problems, but not these two, for these were too immediate and crushing in their impact, too challenging in the demand that we as individuals take the responsibility for encounter and resolution.
While these and other problems either directly oppressed us or rankled our consciences and became our own subjective concerns, we began to see complicated and disturbing paradoxes in our surrounding America. The declaration "all men are created equal . . . rang hollow before the facts of Negro life in the South and the big cities of the North. The proclaimed peaceful intentions of the United States contradicted its economic and military investments in the Cold War status quo.
We witnessed, and continue to witness, other paradoxes. With nuclear energy whole cities can easily be powered, yet the dominant nationstates seem more likely to unleash destruction greater than that incurred in all wars of human history. Although our own technology is destroying old and creating new forms of social organization, men still tolerate meaningless work and idleness. While two-thirds of mankind suffers undernourishment, our own upper classes revel amidst superfluous abundance. Although world population is expected to double in forty years, the nations still tolerate anarchy as a major principle of international conduct and uncontrolled exploitation governs the sapping of the earth's physical resources. Although mankind desperately needs revolutionary leadership, America rests in national stalemate, its goals ambiguous and tradition-bound instead of informed and clear, its democratic system apathetic and manipulated rather than "of, by, and for the people."
The entire Port Huron Statement is here
Cubs are in the World Series!
Time to re-boot.
In the rain.
This holiday has always had a kind of hollow ring about it to me. But hey - a paid day off is always a good thing!
I think CNN would do well to hire the ex-Seahawks running back for occasional commentary on politics.
Pretty good so far, but please keep trying. Perhaps you might focus on the Boston Red Sox today.
Today's word is FUBAR.
Definition: Fucked up beyond all recognition.
As in "This election cycle is FUBAR".
People used to dress up for travel, instead of down. And of course there was always smoke. Lots of smoke.
I ended up watching football last night. It was an entertaining game in which I had no particular rooting interest. My friends who watched Debate #1, on the other hand, most all of whom had a rooting interest for one of the two candidates, seem to have woken up this morning looking something like this.
Two screens tonight. Monday Night Football with sound, and the Debate screen muted, with closed-captioning deployed to shut out the jackal noise of the studio audience. #Debates2016
The German translator's English is not so good, but Patriots fans will cut him some slack. It is rare to be able to look inside Chancellor Goodell's NFL Bunker and see what really happens there after an exciting weekend of NFL football.
Ted Williams, Minneapolis Millers. 1938.
But I did not shoot the sans-serif...
From 2016
Before today, I've stayed away from all of the historical footage and commentary on the 15th anniversary of 9/11, because I can still see it and feel it, and it still hurts. So I'm keeping it simple this year. Lucy's beautiful song helps.
The inability to become aroused over any of the choices for President put forth by either party during an election year. If the condition lasts more than six weeks, you're screwed.
Also the title of a new book by Alan Dershowitz, which I have no interest in reading. I just like the title.