post truth society

the pale blue of december
wraps its icy fingers around my heart

freezing
squeezing
mistreating

the world gone mad
a power hungry freak
rejects
diplomacy and dignity

while whole families worry about what it means to be american

verified
terrified
objectified

the future

vast
and
unforgiving

looms
menacingly

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social media patriots

We all sit
In our individual trees
Social media glam monkees

Flinging thoughts across the galaxy
Never really caring if we are right or not
Contributing to the daily rot

The incivility of public life
Demanding respect but giving middle fingers back

Trump is the messiah 
We have wrought

May the founding fathers have mercy on America’s eternal soul 

The American Experience

I’m kind of all set with the “white-people-are-being-oppressed” trumped up nonsense being peddled by the same mouth-breathing, knuckle-draggers that brought us the “War on Christmas”.

Really. Over it.americanflagswipe

I’ve read and listened as people try to define their experience as the “typical” American experience. How arrogant are you? To decide that you define the American experience? More than that, I’m disgusted as they try to deny experiences that are different from theirs or consider them as atypical or not fully American. How reprehensible is that? To deny someone their experiences as irrelevant or unimportant.

There are more than 300 million people in America. Know what that means? That means that there are more than 300 million ways to be American. None of which are more right or proper than any other. Everyone forges their own experiences – their own life story. The commonality we share is that they are American experiences. Continue reading

An American Family

Apparently the military has started telling families that their deployed servicemen and women aren’t coming home as scheduled because we don’t have the money. Seriously. Uncle Sam is now your deadbeat uncle that can’t come up with the twenty you lent him last payday. He’ll catch ya next time as he mumbles something about brakes and a demanding baby mama or some other such nonsense. Honestly though you knew you weren’t getting that twenty back as soon as he snatched it from your hand.

Uncle Sam though, he’s supposed to be different. He’s not supposed to be that guy. Or at least I thought he wasn’t.

Old Sammy boy needs to pull his head out of his ass and get people home as promised when promised, barring any change in circumstances of a military nature. Being strapped for cash is not a reason to abandon our troops and their families. Not even a little ok.

I get that servicemen and women sacrifice much in order to serve and protect and they’ve handed themselves over to our military to deploy as necessary. That comes with very specific risk and a tremendous loss over their schedules and lives. They understand this when they enlist, as do their families. The least – the very least – that you can do is not jerk them around. They sacrifice their time.

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Over and above

Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a lost tradition.  ~Jacques Barzun

The other morning I was hanging out, waiting for Emma as she auditioned for a summer dance program. It was going to be a long morning. Registration started at 10 with the audition scheduled to be over at 2. We’ve been to the venue before so I knew there were benches, so with a fully charged kindle and brand new book downloaded, I was good for the duration.

But the day had other plans for me.

We arrived a little early since parking in Boston is challenging even on Sunday morning. One of Emma’s classmates was already there, warming up. A few minutes later more of her classmates arrived. Then one of her dance teachers.

I had met the teacher, briefly, the night before at a school performance so we quickly said our ‘hellos’ and then he got busy with the dancers, making sure they were really stretching and checking that everyone had a good breakfast. I listened as he laughed with the kids and answered questions about the school they were auditioning for, his alma mater. Sitting there, eavesdropping as he interacted with his students, I was reminded, again, of how teachers are vilified.

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Enough is enough

I really haven’t been myself this week.

I’m so beyond done with all the stupid crap that has been swirling around since Friday that I just do not care anymore what people think or feel about what I write.

This started as a status update on Facebook but it grew so quickly that I felt it deserved it’s own blog post.

I’m disappointed.

In people.

Deeply and – what feels at this moment – irreversibly disappointed.

Disappointed with people I know,

Disappointed with those I don’t.

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Entitled

You’re goddamn right I’m entitled.

Know why?

Stuff doesn’t get built without me. Kids don’t get educated without me. Patients don’t get care without me.

This country doesn’t exist.

Without me.

That’s right. I said it.

Nothing gets done without me.

Me.

I am the middle class.

I’m more important than the wealthy that this Congress is hell bent on protecting.

Because of the recession I’m more lower middle than middle middle but I’ve been poorer than this before and things will bounce back (I hope). I have the important things: health, family, a warm puppy.

What I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around is this ridiculous idea that by raising taxes on the wealthy we kill the economy. Ten years ago the Bush administration cut taxes on the wealthy; the so-called “job creators”.

What happened?

Did the economy expand and lift all boats? Did the middle class experience job security and prosperity?

Ah, no.

In fact, more jobs were lost by the middle class than in any other time in our history. Wealth has concentrated at the top and the middle class started to die. It’s almost done.

So what have we learned?

Tax cuts for the wealthy do not create jobs or stimulate economic growth.

So why are we still having a debate about this?

Following World War II we had a tremendous boom in this country. More people owning homes and automobiles. More kids being sent to college. More security and more prosperity.

Know what else we had?

A tax rate of 90% on the wealthy. NINETY PERCENT. And they stayed wealthy. They invested their profits back into their companies and everyone prospered. Everyone.

Know what the current tax rate is? 35%. Yup. 1/3 of what they paid historically.

And where does that leave the country?

In a huge recession.

Wealth hoarded by 1% of the population. Public education in disarry from years of deepening cuts. An infrastructure that is, quite literally, falling down. A high infant mortality rate and some of the most severe poverty in the industrialized world.

And I’m called entitled. You’re goddamn right I’m entitled.

I’m entitled to a living wage.

I’m entitled to not being bankrupted by a sudden catastrophic illness.

I’m entitled to expect that my children will receive a proper education in a public school that doesn’t suck.

This fight isn’t about legislating the poor into prosperity; it’s about not killing the middle class. It’s about being fucking fair. It’s time to reframe the argument. The bullshit arguments about welfare queens and crackheads are just that, bullshit.

This isn’t about middle versus the poor. It’s about them versus everyone else.

It’s about the middle class.

It’s about me.

It’s about fucking time.

They only call it class warfare when we fight back.