They are what America is supposed to be all about. They are the rich backbone of a country where very, very few are actually "from here". They are the soil from which a better country will grow and prosper long after we are gone. A mother, a father, and their two children. Trying to make their way in the world, provide a better life for themselves and their family in America. What could be more American, and more inspirational, than that?
There is always, without fail, a discourse that fires to life over the meaning and delivery of a simple television commercial. This year's Super Bowl is no exception. But while there are those who, of course without debate, believe Dolly Parton damaged her image by reworking the lyrics of "9 to 5" for a spot about people seeking to better themselves in their off hours, or those who need to dig deep and "discover" an auto insurance company making light of workplace harassment, one ad by Jeep and featuring the legendary Bruce Springsteen has exploded to become fighting words. Of course, everything that takes a destructive argumentative tone these days is centered on politics. While the commercial makes not one mention of anything political, it has, no shock here, been ripped into by those who see it as nothing more than a political attack.
As North Carolina rates a "Bravo" moment in deciding to cease issuing license plates with the Confederate flag, something in their announcing statement took me to pause. Where they noted the plates "have the potential to offend those who view them". It's the word "potential" that is at the center of the discussion, at least to me. How could it not insult just some people, but most people? How about everyone?
FOX News has from the outset sought to cover up their involvement in this story, and the trail that leads from Seth Rich to the White House insurrection riots of January 6th. From the management on down, they are complicit in the destruction of individual lives, and the carnage that rained down upon the Nation's Capitol. There are no side roads to be taken here. There is but one path, and the coverup by FOX management, producers, reporters and other staff members has forever left a dark mark on America, and certainly on legitimate journalism.
The road before us is loaded with land mines, however I hope that as we struggle to make sense of it all, we might even learn to communicate again. Look, not everyone will get it. A lot of people will rail against it and continue on their verbally and textually destructive paths. The hope is they will begin, even at the smallest point, to become the minority. I hope that happens in the short life span I have remaining. I'd like to be here and see it.
I am not exceptionally proud to note my hate, but I certainly won't apologize for it. Once, I had the ability to excuse such ignorance and mental incapacity to understand we are, like it or not, without question in this all together. Those who fail to grasp that are assisting in the agony and death that surrounds us. Once, I had the power to forgive. No more. That, like the lives of good people who have been taken from us too soon, assisted by the addled-minded decisions of these despicable people, is also, never coming back.
Despite the facts, the pleadings, the begging, the mounting numbers of lives being shattered and hospitals bursting at the seams with people clinging to small shreds of life, these are the people who will not be swayed in their various beliefs. That COVID-19 is just like the flu, that the numbers are inflated, that vaccines are only being created to inject us all with "trackers", and that a delusional leader who has always been obsessed with his image first, and the health of his nation second, is correct in demanding loyalty first, common sense second.
Conquer the enemy that seeks to destroy America. This time, an enemy from within. One that twists and besmirches what the country should be standing for, all in the name of their own ill-gotten gain.
For most, Halloween was always about finding the right costume (or having your parents fashion one out of what's easy and affordable), going to parties, counting the great candy grab (when you're younger), counting the number of cocktails you've imbibed in over the evening (when you're older), and perhaps at all ages finding a [...]
Florence, or "Flory" as she was called by her husband of so many decades, was my Granny. My "sainted" Granny, as I like to refer to her. A woman who loved me and taught me so very much, seeking to leave me with a few words of wisdom when she could. "People will judge you by the way you speak". "People will know you by the company you keep". "Make sure to zip your snow suit all the way to your neck so you stay nice and warm".