Worse, behind the hologram lies a great sucking hole of immature ambition
named Paul Ryan -- with only hours to go, he's hitting the
religious button.
According to Ryan, who wouldn't know a Christian if it bit him, Obama
compromises our Judeo-Christian values!
While we wait for Tuesday to arrive, here are three reads that impacted
me, perhaps you will find them moving as well.
Also of interest I
thought, a quote from a Mark Morford piece, breaking down the
man/woman issues in the
race:
Here is your brutal nutshell takeaway: If only women voted, Obama
wins in a landslide. If only men voted, Romney wins in a landslide. (Taken
further: if only Latinos, blacks, celebrities, college grads, professors,
scientists, poets, Burning Man attendees, book readers, trees, oceans, major
cities or college towns of America voted, Obama nails it wholly and true. If
only rich CEOs, gun owners, upper managers, oil companies, rednecks, shut-ins
and guys who think Muslims are terrorists, Mexicans are lazy house painters and
feminazis are ruining porn voted, Romney is a mutant and faraway
god).
Bit of a sobering thought, that -- one of the things we have
to balance before this is all over. Ah, well -- be calm, there's purpose to it
all. Here's
link to my weekly piece, in case you missed it and need a bit of
encouragement.
Three reads -- and a prayer for our
future.
Jude
Wanting to Know... and Not
Justin Frank, Psychoanalyst via HuffPo
11/03/2012
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/justin-frank/wanting-to-know-and-not_b_2069102.html
When I appeared on ABC News' Nightline after the second presidential
debate, reporter Jake Tapper asked me who was healthier -- Obama or Romney. I
gave two responses, one of which was edited out. I first said that criteria for
health are different for Presidents because at times they have to be ruthless. I
also said, "Someone who repeatedly lies but thinks he's telling the truth is not
healthy enough to be president." Which statement do you think was edited
out?
This election is between a person who tied his dog to the car roof
before driving hundreds of miles on a family vacation, and someone who would
never think of doing that. It's a race between someone dedicated to taking care
of himself versus someone who strives to take care of others. One man
brilliantly provides his own safety net with money sequestered in Cayman Islands
and Swiss bank accounts; the other provides social safety nets like FEMA, the
Affordable Health Care Act, and auto industry rescues. Ultimately, the race is
between someone who would happily tie 47% of Americans to the roof of his car
and someone who wants those Americans to ride with him in his
car.
Perhaps it's not Romney's fault that he is the way he is: he was
raised in a religious culture that discourages close contact with non-believers,
and later accumulated enough wealth to avoid rubbing elbows with average
Americans. When asked by a reporter if he follows NASCAR, Romney tellingly said,
"Not as closely as some of the most ardent fans. But I have some great friends
that are NASCAR team owners." Recently he likened the post-Sandy cleanup to
picking up a football field after a wild game. That is who he is, how he thinks.
Without question, Mitt Romney is less emotionally qualified to be president
than Barack Obama. That he is also intellectually less qualified is the subject
for another column.
Looking at the close poll numbers, it seems hard for
Americans to see that one man is less qualified to be president than the other.
Would those of us who plan to vote for Romney put a dog on the roof of a family
car? Those who plan to vote for President Obama recognize he cannot take care of
all of us, but know he tries -- especially in times of disaster -- to do the
right thing. It boils down again to a choice between someone who takes care of
himself first and someone dedicated to taking care of others. Having a social
compact and safety net is essential for the health of any economy, and that is
something that Governor Romney does not seem to understand. He told Fox News,
"I'm not worried about the poor; they have their safety net."
Candidate
Romney promises big change but how do we know what that big change will be? For
instance, from everything he's said, how do we know big change won't be from
diplomacy to belligerence -- especially since 18 of his 24 foreign policy
advisors worked for George W. Bush, and are the people who brought us Iraq? How
do we know what "big change" means to someone isolated from 99% of the American
people and their problems, both because of his wealth and his religious
isolation? All we have to go on, beside his frequent policy pivots, is that he
said he wants to return FEMA to the states (even if their infrastructure itself
is flooded and non-functional), that he is barely concerned about "the rising
oceans," and that he will overturn affordable health care for
millions.
The dirty word in October -- before Sandy changed everything --
was class warfare, which seems to be a war of the 1% vs. the 99%. We already
know that Romney dismissed 47% of Americans as being lazy, but what we don't
know is that the unconscious source of class warfare stems from murderous
sibling rivalry, going back to the Old Testament: Cain said, after slaying Abel,
"I am not my brother's keeper."
Romney Republicans and Tea Party members
are satisfied with that sentiment, but when Sandy came along we saw something
completely different. We saw people helping one another, clearly being their
brothers' keepers. Obama has pushed his deep faith that we are our brothers' and
sisters' keepers his entire adult life. Romney, however, says his brothers can
find their own way, especially if government doesn't interfere -- and his
sisters are second-class citizens who don't deserve equal pay for equal work or
the right to make their own health decisions.
Interestingly, when push
comes to shove, Americans are far more like Obama than Romney. And herein lies
the paradox: many of us plan to vote for someone fundamentally different from
ourselves, who doesn't know what we know. Sandy put this paradox into bold
relief: scientists and prominent Americans like Al Gore and Ed Markey have been
telling us for years about climate change. Most of us know what they say is
true, so to label our reaction as denial is not specific enough. We suffer from
a particular kind of denial -- denial of personal relevance.
The people
of New Orleans understood the disaster that climate change can wreak; now, its
tragic wake is publicly relevant to the entire Eastern Seaboard. New York's
Mayor Bloomberg, stunned by the catastrophe that was Hurricane Sandy, endorsed
President Obama. He wrote about the world he wants to leave to his children:
"The two parties' nominees for president offer different visions of where they
want to lead America.... One sees climate change as an urgent problem that
threatens our planet; one does not. I want our president to place scientific
evidence and risk management above electoral politics."
That so many good
people -- especially women who should know better -- may end up voting for
Romney reminds me of the play "Embedded" when a reporter in Iraq says of
President Bush, "I know he's a liar; but I trust him."
This much is
clear: Americans know that Romney doesn't understand our daily lives, and
doesn't seem to care about our homes, our land or the people we love. The storm
cloud that is Hurricane Romney is there for all to see. We'll know on Wednesday
morning whether it made landfall. ++
Marine One
Richard Schiff, actor, Screen Actor's Guild member at HuffPo
11/01/2012
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/richard-schiff/obama-inauguration_b_2056289.html
My fingers hurt. My toes. My nose red and running. My ears past pain.
My arm around my wife. We walked away from our seats muttering about warmth and
where to find it. This was fun. Let's get out of here.
Inauguration Day,
Washington, D.C., the Capitol steps, 2009.
We walked by some people
straggling behind. Not moving. Cardboard, placards literature laying about. A
breeze moving things, hordes of people, somewhere warmer. But these people,
these few people, stayed. Unbothered by elements and that gene like birds have
that make us want to follow the more formidable mass. These people stayed.
Waiting for some thing more than the great evidence of speech and song and
universal cheering, tears.
What more can there be? A half a million
screaming, crying, shivering Americans and huge screens showing this man, this
most unlikely citizen, swearing on a book that he will faithfully preserve,
protect, defend and uphold our sacred document. Bands played. The man himself
made a great speech. Ella sang for god's sake. Couples, strangers hugged,
celebrated and made for the buses. But not these frozen few. They just stayed,
actually staring at the screen. Some looking high up towards the Capitol Dome.
What else could there be?
"What are you waiting for?" I thought I would
just ask.
"The chopper," said one.
"The ex-President," said a
woman next to him.
"Bush," said another with a hard look towards me like
I should know.
"Marine One," said a kinder soul. "We're waiting for
Marine One. It'll be coming up there. Rising above the dome any
minute."
"Oh," I said.
She went on: "Just proof. I want proof. I
want to see that son of a bitch haul his ass out a here. That's how they go. The
old first couple is escorted by the incoming first couple and shove them into
Marine One and off they go. See ya."
She looked back at the dome. So did
every one else. Everyone who was still there.
"Proof."
I am not an
Obama fanatic. I did not favor a surge in Afghanistan; didn't support the nature
of the financials bailouts; wanted universal health coverage; wanted proper
prosecution of the thieves of Wall Street, believe the war on drugs must end
yesterday.
But here, now, just shy of four years later I can look back
and I can have respect for this man. He said he was going to bail out Detroit
and he did; he said he was going to pass the stimulus package to stave off loss
of jobs and rebuild infrastructure and he did; he said he was going to surge in
Afghanistan to facilitate a later winding down of that war and he did; he said
he was going to end the inane war in Iraq and he did. He passed Obamacare like
he said he would. He reversed the loss of job growth trend like he said he
would. He extended unemployment benefits and helped folks keep their homes like
he said he would. And on and on it goes.
In the more freezing cold, the
unbearable bone chilling cold, I stood, unmoving, looking too at the dome. My
wife beside me. Looking up. Listening. I hadn't cried today. I was among the
few. I was glad to be there. Excited. Glad to witness history. I felt sad for
this man who is now president. This man, whose most likely greatest achievement
in his life he has probably already accomplished.
I looked up. Tears, but
only from the wind that physically hurt my eyes. This dome. I remember someone
saying... a tour guide? a Capitol policeman? A congressman? I remember someone
saying:
"This is your building. You own it. You decide who can have an
office in there and you can decide to kick 'em out."
"Same with the white
one down the block. Yours. You're the landlord. You rent to who you want to
rent. YOU own it."
I heard a rumble. Felt a stir. Some people got up off
the ground, up from chairs. Those leaning straightened, looked straight up. On
the big TV screen I saw two couples now on the other side of the Capitol walking
towards the chopper, Marine One. They stopped, tilted heads away from the
running blades. One couple patting the other, shaking hands and sharing hugs.
Very formally acted out as to let us know that this is how we do things here.
Good mannered, the way we move power from one man's hands to another. A marine
saluted and the doors shut. No wasted time, the chopper headed upwards out of
the screen's view.
But like a well executed film edit the thing, the
chopper in full voice, escaped above the dome in full sight, in real time,
straight up above it. It was then, just then that I was attacked by something
deep in my chest. It could have been the icy wind kicked up by this flying thing
cutting through to the bone. The phrase "Long live the King," flew through my
mind. And I realized then that coronations, inaugurations, they are funerals
first, aren't they? Someone's gotta go for this to be happening. Just then in my
chest, something. And I started to cry. I, the only one it seemed who'd risen
above such easy display all day. What is this? I cried, trying to hide now
audible sobs, sounds grotesque. Stop! My wife looked over confused. No more than
I. Stop! I couldn't.
This takes a while to figure out, this stuff. If you
asked me then and there as my wife delicately did, I'd have nothing for you. No
answer. Dunno. It was like I had done something wrong. I was ashamed. I had that
feeling of failure that surrounds you and swallows you whole, makes you less a
man. Shame.
In eight years we had lost ourselves as a people. I'm
thinking this to myself. I think in big sentences sometimes. Ignore it. We have
caused the death of hundreds of millions of Arabs for reasons I can't get my
head around. Thousands of American servicemen and women. Tens of thousands of
life altering wounds both physical and psychological, spiritual. We entered into
another war which just twenty years earlier brought down an empire by being as
stupid. We have bankrupted our treasury with these wars and the inane war on
drugs while aiding and abetting Wall Street's theft of our savings and our
homes. We have been systematically killing arts in our culture and in our
schools while supporting windfall profits and tax breaks for the oil and war
cartels. Big sentences. Ignore it. I'll take responsibility. My fault.
I
now know the thing that happens to children that is unthinkable. They think it's
their fault. They shoulda done this; avoided; run; attack; something. I shoulda
done something.
I almost voted for Nader in 2000. I thought it really
didn't matter. They're all the same. Now when I come across that indifference I
get a little charged up: "If the other guy won? We would never have been in
Iraq; we'd have invested in alternative energy and been leading the world market
in the next difference making industry; we would not have continued the
systematic destruction of the middle class, the deaths of unfathomably countless
Arabs in Iraq (whatever the grotesque number is!)..."
Our president has
helped alter a force of nature. An economic tsunami that was poised to wipe us
out. Response is everything. Just this past week as we hunker down in New York
and all points here in the east we see a difference maker; a builder of castles
unwilling to do any other thing than yield just momentarily to the storms but
then roll 'em up and get to work. To work.
Slowly, methodically if need
be.
How long does it take to destroy a sand castle? And then how long to
build it back up?
The helicopter, as only it can do, spun left and rocketed
toward the Potomac, one last pass over the Oval office where so much had been
undone. I fixed my eyes on the chopper. Stayed fixed to that as if it should
bring me relief from whatever this was. No help. But fixed I stayed on it as it
withdrew, became small, until the dot, the spec that was left was no longer
there. Shame. It's visible only while you look at it. But it's always
there.
I shudder to think what will happen if this president does not
retain the lease to our Oval Office. This challenger is better at stomping on
sand castles, enjoys it, finds the fun. He is more sophisticated, a better
practiced version of what we last saw flying in a dot over the Potomac. He is
against everything that I am for. Leave that dust alone. Avoid! Run!
Attack!
Wait. Wait one moment. That building is ours. We own it. We the
lessor, we renew the lease. We do.
Your keys, Mr. President.
++
The Tuesday That's Bound to Matter All the Way to
2052 Norman Lear, People for the American Way via
HuffPo
11/02/2012
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/norman-lear/supreme-court-appointments_b_2066467.html
We've all been asking one another how we feel about Tuesday's vote.
Before Hurricane Sandy, it was just about all I could think about. Then someone
called this line to my attention. From Mark Twain:
"Irreverence is the
champion of liberty and its only sure defense."
I would dearly love to
know what Twain would make of our current election landscape of super PACs,
billionaire bullies, Etch-a-Sketch candidates and the most cynical, flagrantly
dishonest ads imaginable. Thank God for the Twain-like piercing irreverence we
get several nights a week courtesy of the essential Stephen Colbert and Jon
Stewart.
Humor is a wonderful survival mechanism and teaching tool. But
as much mockery as our politics deserves, we mustn't abandon ourselves and our
citizenship completely. Past the laughter and the ridicule, we have to do
something. There's just too much at stake.
More than 30 years ago,
Barbara Jordan, Father Hesburgh, Andrew Heiskell and other religious, business
and civic leaders -- along with thousands of individual Americans -- joined me
to start People For the American Way precisely because we weren't ready to
abandon our country to Jerry Falwell, Pat Robertson, Jimmy Swaggart and other
televangelists. I had started watching them thinking I would skewer their
pretentions the way Paddy Chayefsky had nailed corporate news in Network. But
what made me set aside those plans was hearing one of the television preachers
call for God to get rid of Supreme Court justices who weren't ruling the right
way.
That was my wake-up call then.
Thirty years later, the
Religious Right and its allies still have their eyes on the Supreme Court.
Thanks to a series of right-wing nominees who joined the Court before the Obama
administration, the right wing's decades-long desire to roll back the New Deal
and just about every good thing that has happened since then has a friendly ear
on the pro-corporate court.
What will get me to my polling place this
year, more than anything else, is this: I believe Barack Obama will nominate
Supreme Court Justices who will vote to overturn Citizens United, which wiped
out reasonable limits on campaign funding. And Mitt Romney would appoint Supreme
Court Justices who would uphold it.
That's enough for me. By now we've
all seen the torrent of corporate money -- over 2 billion dollars, we read --
pouring into our elections, and the ocean of smears and unaccountable, dishonest
attacks that's washing over our airwaves.
These aren't just an annoyance.
And we make a mistake if we see them as just "politics as usual." This Supreme
Court -- which is treating corporations as if they were actual citizens -- has
dismantled laws designed to keep money from overwhelming the interests of real
citizens. They are putting the interests of corporations above the rights and
interests of actual human beings. And things will get worse as long as those
with the most money are allowed to dominate our elections.
The choice of
who runs our country won't be put up to a vote. It will increasingly be put up
for auction. And individual Americans will see their interests sacrificed to the
companies and billionaires who fill Karl Rove's coffers. That's not the kind of
democracy I fought to defend in the second world war. In fact, it's not really
democracy at all.
This election isn't just about two candidates. It's
about two very different ways of looking at democracy. Governor Romney has named
Robert Bork as Chairman of his Justice Advisory Committee, the same Robert Bork
who opposed broad protectionism for free speech, questioned the constitutional
right to privacy, opposed the integration of public accommodations by the Civil
Rights Act of 1964, and whose own nomination to the Supreme Court was rejected
in a bipartisan 58 to 42 vote.
The Governor has also said that if elected
he will appoint Justices who think like Clarence Thomas and Antonin Scalia and
Samuel Alito, all of whom supported Citizens United. President Obama, in
contrast has shown us the kind of Justices he'd choose. He's picked two of them:
Sonia Sotomayor (who joined Justice Steven's brilliant and inspiring Citizens
United dissent) and Elena Kagan, who joined Sotomayor, Ginsburg, and Breyer this
spring seeking to get the Court to re-examine Citizens United.
We never
know just when a Justice will leave the Court, and can't know how many vacancies
the next president will be asked to fill. But right now the radical
corporate-court conservatives are already winning most of the close cases.
Adding one or two or three additional far-right justices could cement a
pro-corporate, anti-citizen majority for the decades.
We are talking
LIFETIME appointments here.
The next appointees could be serving into
2052. All of us who care about the country we are leaving to our children and
grandchildren need to keep that in mind.
Whether we call ourselves
Republicans or Democrats, what do we think about our democracy?
If we
want more corporations having unlimited power to pour more money into our
elections, let's vote for Governor Romney. If we want to put some reasonable
limits back in place, we should vote for President Obama. It's as simple as
that.
On Tuesday, I'll be thinking about 2052. And you?
Norman
Lear ++
“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will
have the final word in reality. That is why right, temporarily defeated, is
stronger than evil triumphant.”
~ The Reverand Martin Luther
King
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