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That DASH is not some esoteric concept

I haven't written a blog entry since May.  That's the month when life as we knew it came to a screeching halt. And in the ensuing ti...

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

A response to an Arizona Republic article

I'm posting this as a blog so more people will read it.

After reading a column by a local reporter in the AZ Republic this morning, I wrote him the following email:

Mr. Goodykoontz:
Once upon a time, honesty and fairness were considered virtues. Today’s mass media have thrown them out and replaced them with the abdication of all pretense of responsible reporting. Donald Trump and the GOP get to say whatever they want, lying through their teeth with savage, vitriolic words slithering out of their mouths and the media lets all of it slide. The lies are left to boil in the cesspool of public thought, unchecked by the Fourth Estate which silently condones them by their silence and inattention. But, should Secretary Clinton say or do anything about calling out the abominable behavior of Mr. Trump or his supporters, she is pilloried, drawn and quartered by the media. Journalistic ethics have been thrown out the window in favor of creating controversy for the corporate heads who see these tactics as a stream of money for selling more papers, attracting more viewers and listeners and generating more and more profits. As corporate entities own all the media and most big companies lean Republican, it’s easy to see that bias also plays a huge part in what gets reported and how it’s reported.
The media have abdicated their prime responsibility, to present the truth. Your question at the end of your column today: Will the media recover? is easily answered. No, it will not because until profit is taken out of the equation, pandering to a gullible public who eats up controversy and accepts lies as truth will be seen as a money-maker and that, above all, drives the news business today.


Reisa Miller

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

That DASH is not some esoteric concept

I haven't written a blog entry since May.  That's the month when life as we knew it came to a screeching halt. And in the ensuing time, that Dash concept or idea has occupied my thoughts sporadically, at least a few times each week.

The Dash: that imaginary line from the beginning of one's life -------------------- to the end. The Dash: to be filled with all the things that make life worth living: all the actions, reactions, the good, bad and ugly, the positives, the negatives, the learning, the understanding, the caring, the striving, the loving, the uniqueness........ the laughter, the tears.

The Dash: It's a finite length of time, unknown to us as to the length of our own Dash but hoping it will be a long one.  For too many, it's unbearably short.  But even if it isn't, we all think that Dash could go on forever.

Personally, the Dash is now playing a more important role in the life of someone I love. And when the looming fact that the Dash is possibly heading toward its finale, we do everything in our power to prolong it, to coax it, to coerce it, to push it ever onward so that the end is totally out of sight, even if that means draining every resource you have, seeking out every possibility on the face of the earth to make that Dash continue long into the future.  It's a daunting task to ferociously seek out ways to lengthen the Dash but finding strength in a situation like this is not hard.  It is what we do, we humans, who love so deeply that we'll relentlessly find a way to make the Dash continue through its long and winding road.

So, to those of you who understand what the Dash is all about, make sure the space that it takes up is lived to the fullest, with the most happiness, good deeds, good words, humaneness, kindness, good intentions and always, always, lots of giggles.

Monday, May 9, 2016

My Memories of Gramma

We lived in a four-family house in a small, working-class suburb just north of Boston. My Gramma lived downstairs from us, my aunt and uncle lived in the apartment next to hers, we lived above her apartment and the last one was rented out. The house had originally been owned by the mayor of the city many, many years before and was a single family home before it was turned into a four-apartment house.

As a youngster, I was always at Gramma's, my mother's mother. I got a lot of exercise running up and down the back stairs several times a day from our apartment to hers for one thing or another. She had a large stuffed rocking chair in the kitchen. Who had rocking chairs in their kitchen? She also had a small icebox in the kitchen and I remember watching the 'iceman' come to deliver a block of ice when needed. Wonderful aromas emanated from her little pantry where the cupboards, stove, sink and a regular, but small refrigerator were located.

When I was about eight years old, my mother asked if I would sleep downstairs every night to "keep Gramma company." I eagerly agreed to it.  Gramma had a daybed in the living room  and her bedroom was in the front of the house.  I loved sleeping down there. Every night, Gramma would walk through the living room on her way to her bedroom, softly reciting evening prayers, especially the Shema as she went. And I would listen very carefully trying to remember the Hebrew words, not really knowing what they were or what they meant.... only that I knew they meant something really special to her by the way she said them.  But what I strained to hear and try to repeat to myself was really a corrupt version of the actual Hebrew words. It isn't until decades later that I found out how the actual Hebrew was supposed to be pronounced. I remember the moment when I realized the connection between her words of prayer and the real words of the Shema and how, all those years, I had been saying them so wrong!

Every morning, Gramma made breakfast for me and every morning all I ever wanted was her "finekochen", an egg scrambled with cottage cheese and a glass of milk.  She would sit with me while I ate and we would talk about lots of things. Some of those conversations included discussions about the news of the day. That was a treasured time and provides warm memories that I hold close to my heart of someone I loved very much and who loved me so.

Her apartment was a place of safety and refuge whenever I got into trouble upstairs. And she had good hiding places, too! Gramma's house was my second house, a place that was always filled with good food and lots of love.  I know I've written about a bit of this before but, as I get older, I treasure even more what I've experienced in my life. And those memories of my Gramma are some of the sweetest.  

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

To answer your question, Mark Curtis

Mark Curtis:

To answer your question as to whether there is any candidate that would make me leave my home country............

My husband and I actually had a conversation along those lines today.  If we were younger , say in our 40's we would seriously consider leaving this country if any Republican got into the White House.  The unfortunate thing is that there are so many countries in the world that are not worth moving to because they all have similar problems: bigotry, racism, misogyny, homophobia, unbridled hatred, wars, etc. What it comes down to is we have more people willing to bring their hatred out in the open and actually act on it. Kindness, intelligence, humaneness, care of others, working together to make things good for everyone - those things are slowly being erased from the American scene and replaced by, for want of a better word, idiocy.

Don't you want to live in a country that prepares for the future, not turning it back into the nightmare it used to be for many of our citizens who are not White, Christian and male? The current breed of Republicans seems to base their world view through their Bible, their homophobia, their racism, their greed and hatred. Who wants to live in that kind of world? But that's what the United States will become if any Republican gets in to the White House.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

It's a disease

I just can't stand to read the crap reported by the MSM (those corporate shills) anymore. And the crap is supplied by Republicans: the largest group of mealy-mouthed, illiterate, ill-informed, racist, bigoted, misogynistic pieces of the lowest form of humanity.

Republicans: full of hatred, vile, whining little hypocritical bastards who can't understand that the world sees them as super assholes. Their corporate masters pull the strings and their menial peons do their bidding: they repeat the lying sound bites that have been shoved down their throats and these poor shlubs march off toward the edge of the cliff without realizing they've been had.

The Republican presidential candidates can be defined as an intellectual lightweight who reveals his stupidity with every word that comes out of his mouth, has a Narcissus complex and who has no clue what government is all about (Donald Trump); a Dominionist crazy person who wants to Christianize the United States (Ted Cruz) (for a really good explanation of what this movement and Cruz is all about, I recommend you read this blog on jonathanturley.org: https://jonathanturley.org/2013/10/12/ted-cruz-dominionism-and-jesus/); and a nondescript seemingly quiet, woman-hating, brain-cell deficient nut (John Kasich) who is as creepy as the other two.

Republican thinking: It's a virulent disease.