"Life is a Cabaret, Old Chum."

Sal and I were sitting in an “Irish” pub in DC, having a pint of IPA, watching people and chilling. We decided that life is, indeed, a Cabaret. And as such should be enjoyed to the fullest as often as possible. We were also talking about Ann McCaffrey’s dragons and how they “wink” in and out of time. We decided that life is like that: You wink in at birth and wink out at death. From the abyss to life and back to the abyss. If you believe in heaven as a place to go when you die, then where were you before your conception? No where? That is the right answer. And you didn’t mind it or know it. Makes sense that when you die you go right back to nowhere. You see the contradictions, don’t you? If life is everlasting then it must be infinite in both directions. But it isn’t. You wink in at conception, become sentient and wink out at death. So there is no point in waiting for your “Rewards” after you die. If you want “Rewards” get a Visa card. Your rewards are in this life, this window of sentience, this Cabaret. Religion? Boil them down to this: Always strive to do good; Do no harm to anyone or anything; follow your beliefs. That should take care of business without worrying about the “afterlife”. (Have a treat and watch Liza Minnelli sing "Life is a Cabaret" on the link below.)

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Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4O7H6qDsTe8
Lyrics: http://www.stlyrics.com/lyrics/misscongeniality2/cabaret.htm

Raul Midon: "When You Call My Name".

Yep. NPR again. Sometimes I don't know what I would do without the eclectic content of NPR. I was listening to Michell Martin's program last night (she was off somewhere) and a guy named Raul Midon was interviewed. Now, if you already know him, you won't be surprised by my reaction, but if you don't, boy are you in for a treat. He blew me away with his voice, writing and general coolness. Only him and his guitar last night. Great. The song that caught my attention was "When You Call My Name" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5_2mp2C1Fc) . Simple and straight up. Beautiful content. His new album is called "Synthesis" and you can bet it will be in my car very soon.

Thanks NPR.

Lyrics: http://www.cduniverse.com/lyrics.asp?id=21360187&style=music&pid=8001578

Photo:http://www.raulmidon.com/albums/synthesis

Civility is Dying.

The house passed the health overhaul. Amid shouts of “faggot”, “nigger”, “baby killer” and others. The tea baggers unleashed a zealous repetitive assault, the technique learned from the McCarthy era, its latest iteration on Fox news. Bret whats-his-name showed it clearly (another post). Lack of civility. The whole Republican party? If not, where are the loud voices from the Right protesting the over-the-top behavior? I don’t see much of it. Folks, for better or worse we are (or maybe it should read “should be”) in this together. Bush passed the tax cuts. The Democrats objected but got on with it. So now Obama has passed Health Reform. Will the Republicans just get on with it? Not bloody likely. See, they play by a different set of rules. They scream and insult while the Democrats talk softly and try to be civil. I really hope civility wins, but I am not sure it will. You historians out there: Does this look like the end of any other civilized governments?

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Rudness beyond the Pale

"Bret Baier's Obama Interview Ratings High": headline from the Huffington Post. I heard about the interview so caught it on YouTube. Appalling is too mild. Baier was interviewing the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES!! While President Obama displayed his usual intellect, directness, knowledge of the subject and demeanor, Baier displayed all the attributes of a not-very-well trained Rottweiler.

I can't help thinking that for 8 years, President Bush avoided all non-scripted venues. Why? I think he was incapable of the kind of on-the-spot thinking that Obama has. I could be wrong, but his handlers definitely didn't want us to see him spouting Bushisms and winking to the wings.

Right or wrong, Obama is the President, and for that reason alone deserves more respect than he got from Baier. Every time Obama puts himself "out there" he makes the Republican right look stupid. My mother had an expression: " Stupid is as stupid does".

I wonder if "Obama" means "Hercules" in Swahili?

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Obama interview: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTArUG054nI

Where is Hercules when we need him, or, "How Low Can You Go?"

Prediction: The government of Florida will screw things up so badly that a wholesale change in the Governor's Office, the House and the Senate will come about. Problem: By the time the citizens wake up the problems will be so deep and broad that it may be impossible for anyone to put it to rights without a lot of pain.

Florida has depended on growth in housing, population and tourism to provide revenue for governmental expansion while at the same time tax loopholes were added or ignored and tax cuts were routinely enacted. So, when the "bubble" burst, Florida was scrambling. What happened: Cuts in education, security (police, fire and first responders) and human services for the elderly, handicapped and others. To make up for shortfalls in income the legislature and Governor wisely looted most or all of the State trust funds, raised tuition for students at state supported institutions and accepted billions in Federal stimulus dollars. This legislative session already sees cuts in State employees, education funding and funds for human services on the table. And, of course, tax cuts, trust fund looting and redirecting Federal dollars are also underway.

The results: A looming fiscal disaster of Aegean proportions when Federal dollars dry up .

Florida already ranks near the bottom in many comparative indexes. Can we go lower? Remember the the Limbo? "How Low Can You Go?". Oh yes, we can go lower.

A few inconsistencies: Florida is strongly for the death penalty but "pro life"; Florida is strongly "pro family" but sucking up gambling dollars in both lottery and casinos (known for targeting poor people); Florida is strongly for "Education" but consistently cuts education funding; Florida enacted the lottery legislation for "Educational Enhancement Only" then systematically reduced the budget for education, using lottery dollars to do so. Florida is strongly "anti-tax" but willingly adds "sin" taxes to the books. The list goes on but why go there. I don't know about my Georgia friends, but I suspect they are in the same cesspit.

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Matthew 7: 1-5 (The real verse)

Matthew 7: 1-5 (KJV)
(Thanks Austin)
Judging in the jurisprudence sense is the issue here. But, if you do presume to Judge, you better be prepared to be Judged. Members of any group that are empanelled to review and render judgment regarding the honesty or integrity of others must be above reproach themselves in all ways. The obligation of all who judge is clear: lead by example; examine evidence including exculpatory evidence; render fair and equitable decisions; live by the principles upon which you judge. There are probably more, but these are a good start. When a member of any commission or panel violates the rules of the society in which they live, or the more stringent rules of the commission in which they serve, they should be treated as any other person accused of a violation. They should not be shielded by their position. This only serves to undermine confidence in the system as a whole, and certainly the commission itself. In order for justice to be served, those who administer it must be above reproach, not above the law.
Sometimes it is impossible to avoid judging others and sometimes it is imperative. Remember, though, that when you judge you open yourself to judgment. If that makes you uncomfortable, don’t do it.

Image: www.cfirecm.com/QandA/judging1.jpg
Bible source: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew+7%3A1-5&version=KJV

Angel Flying too Close to the Ground (a revision of the post from yesterday)

Just got back from a great vacation in Oregon, and a few tales are coming from there. Here is one. We were drinking a nice beer and listening to a roving solo singer. Sal liked his voice and songs and I was less impressed. There was a line in one song that stuck in my mind. The line was the voice of a woman: "...don't pick me up before I fall..." So simple. Hit me pretty much between the eyes. I have always been on the lookout for trouble for my partner, and tried to head it off if possible. Sometimes good, sometimes bad strategy. Thinking about this for a few days, and Sal never mentioning it, I realized that I was very guilty of this. And it does them a disservice. It makes them think you don't trust them to either not fall, or not be able to get up by themselves. Worse probably is when you catch and they aren't falling. Not a good vote of confidence.Even saying this is hard because it sounds patronizing. But honest, you gotta trust your partner and let them fall (at least when the consequences aren't deadly) and be there if they need you. It is my nature to protect. But like when you raise kids, you gotta let them make their own mistakes. Let them fall off the bike a few times.
Song link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=8jfBxfltYD0
Image: flickr.com/photos/jazzyg07/3711439554/

The Voice of Fire

I am the voice of Fire. I tell this tale because it is time.
In the early days, men huddled cold and frightened in the dark. One day I offered man an arrangement: "I will light the darkness, warm you in the cold and keep you safe from beasts if you will love Me, respect Me and keep Me." Man agreed and thus began a long friendship between man and Fire. From time to time man asked more of Me and I readily agreed to cook man’s food, help melt metals from Earth, and even forge them into tools and weapons. Then came the time when man forgot the agreement and enslaved Me. I was used to lift heavy loads and move giant metal machines and propel objects through Air to kill innocent people, and I was used to incinerate living beings. I was ashamed to be used so, and struck back, blowing up boilers, burning down houses and factories, burning forests and melting reactors. But to no avail. Mankind continued to use Me for evil and greedy acts. Finally, I called to the Keepers and said: “I will end the world of man, except a few of the innocents, and will once again agree to light the darkness, warm you in the cold and keep you safe from beasts if you will love Me, respect Me and keep Me.”

The Keepers agreed at once, and thus began the long vigil that was sure to end in terror, safe in the knowledge that at the end of the terror Fire and mankind would once again be friends.


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The Inside of Fire

I think I am probably insane sometimes. The following account is true as best I can remember. I believe that I am a direct descendant from a line of fire keepers. I have been fascinated by fire since I was a small child. I have always loved fire and tended fire and kept fire. I believe that there will come the time when fire will caress me without burning.
I looked into darkness. Picture a large painting, light gray on the right, vertically. As your eyes sweep across the canvass the color gets progressively darker and bends to the left on the top. Towards the left side the color is as black and as dark as you could ever imagine. Deep, dark, black. And on the very edge on the left, a line of light. I looked into the darkness, darker that I could imagine and felt welcomed. I imagined that it felt soft and reached out for it. I pulled it over me and it was soft and warm. This darkness is the inside of fire. I know what fire is, and I know what the darkness is. And I am not afraid.
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Hecho en China

In 1989 Sal and I bought our first new car: Ford Bronco II. In addition to other considerations we wanted an American made auto. The dealer assured me it was “made in America”. When delivered it had a sticker on the window that said “Assembled in Newport News, Virginia”. How American is that? The owner’s manual told the story: Engine assembled in Canada; Transmission either Mazda or Mitsubishi; Tires made in America. The engine and transmission lasted 250000 miles. The tires failed in 20k,
“Hecho en China”. The words sent chills up my spine. Even the Mexicans are importing from China. My new custom window was thus marked: “Hecho en China”. I ordered it from an Iowa (heartland) American company, the window was fabricated in part in China, shipped to Mexico and finally to Tallahassee. What the hell? I really have nothing against China. I have been there and loved it (exclusive of the air). The Chinese make some fine things and have some fine people. But the sleeping tiger is no longer sleeping. It is eating us alive. I really thought the window would be giving Americans a job to do. At least the installer and his helper were locals. Hard to know where to go after this.
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