So, we've talked ourselves off of the ledge and life may go on for a while, but we aren't out of the slough of geographical idiomatic despond as yet. There's still a ceiling overhead, and just like Alice, we really aren't certain what pill makes us larger and what pill makes us small.
There's another geographical feature that comes to my mind when I think about all of the issues facing us in 2013 and the journey that must be taken to deal with them somehow, someway. Read more about The Cut-Bank
Readers. I would love to have readers for Christmas. And since I don't have time today to write a new incredibly thoughtful column on Politics, I'm going to cheat and remind you of some I've written this past year. My Christmas present, should you choose to give me one, would be reading one or more of these (you can wait until Boxing Day, I will understand) and then letting me have it. Call me another of the daughters of Satan or that you recognize my brilliance. Either one or somewhere in the middle will do nicely. As long as you mean what you say. Read more about What I Want For Christmas
I've been reading Steven Pinker's - yes, still. It's in a pile of about five non-fiction books and a few magazines that I try to read a bit of every day - and yesterday it was all about why we care for others. Not from a moral point of view, but from an evolutionary point of view. What's in it for us? Read more about Survival of the Kindest
Ya know something? I am sick and tired of war. It seems that for the past century or more we have had nothing but war. War on this, war on that. It's been a long, ugly, stressful and, since WWII, mostly fruitless enterprise. Oh, people say we "won" the Cold War, but I'm not convinced we actually won anything. Mostly everyone, quite sensibly, got really sick and tired of the whole damned thing.
Nobody won Korea or Vietnam. And claims that we "won" Iraq or Afghanistan - well, see above for Cold War. Read more about No More War
Tax the Rich! I can see it now. Walmart clothed and shod Black Friday crowds brandishing torches and pitchforks as a top-hatted plutocrat, hundred dollar bills fluttering from his trouser pockets, clambers up the windmill, while flames leap higher and higher and Don Quixote couches his lance - oh, I'm getting all carried away again.
Sorry about that.
My point is that "Tax the Rich" has a threatening, punitive tone. "Make them pay" is a phrase that is most often followed by "for their crimes." As if being rich were a crime in itself. Read more about Tax the Rich!
The election went (except for one small nitpick) my way.
And that's all I have to say about politics today, folks. Time to eat. Read more about Thank Gods!
A couple of days ago, a participant from the "other side of the aisle" posted in a - let's call it "split level" instead of "bi-partisan" - online discussion group. I asked permission to use it here, but have not heard back from him. Therefore, I will paraphrase, and interject a few of my replies. He is in bold. I am in italics. Read more about Apres' le Deluge