Count them. L-I-B-E-R-A-L Seven letters. P-R-O-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E. Eleven letters.
I've been holding on to this post-2012-election column by Tim Egan in The New York Times on "A Liberal Moment" for a while now. (Since Nov. 29, obviously....)
It's too long to put here.
It's too inclusive to edit for the sake of brevity.
So here it is. Go there yourself. It's instructive.
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/11/29/a-liberal-moment/?nl=opinion&emc=edit_ty_20121130
THEN, there's a fascinating list of 102 no-nos if you're big on not paying taxes and not using things that are supported by taxes:
http://www.addictinginfo.org/2013/06/22/102-things-not-to-do/
These ramblings started out as a way to express my thoughts on the politics of life, love, family, language, work and society. Who knew? We might develop a community as you “hear, understand and acknowledge” my voice. Now, however, as the nation teeters on the razor edge of returning to the dark days of centuries past, I'm a full-time organizer working to make sure that the nation moves forward, with hope, not backward.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
FRONT ROW SEAT
It
was great to get out of the office to do some signature-gathering along the Central Avenue Bridle Path in Phoenix for the
Recall Arpaio campaign . Today’s the last day. It’s amazing the
reactions that one gets from people. The
wife of a political activist stopped and took this picture. She said that she was sending it to her
husband to show him that he doesn’t do enough.
·
A 20-something young lady driving her brother’s
Mercedes-Benz got out of the car to sign.
·
A 40-something construction-worker from the
adjacent job-site walked over to sign.
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Parents of high-school classmates of my #3 son,
out for their morning jogs, signed.
·
A nanny pushing a stroller signed, thanked me
for being there, and gave me a bottle of cold water
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Our accountant, driving to work, pulled around
the corner and came up to the table to sign.
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High-schoolers out for a run stopped and told me
how they wished that they were old enough to be registered voters so that they
could sign.
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When I thought that I was all done, a man drove
up, signed, and asked me how long I’d be there so that he could go home to get
his wife so that she could sign. I said
that I was ready to leave, but I offered to follow him home. I did.
She did.
The bottom line: Nothing beats feet on the street. In three hours I brought in 45 of the
required 400,000 needed to make it happen. Doing the same thing that I was doing 56 years ago.
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