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This is a very different Post from my usual literary meanderings, as it focuses on my daughter Melanie.
She was diagnosed with a brain tumor 10 years ago and, as it was not possible to surgically remove all of it, she has had considerable chemo and radiation treatments. Sadly, while those treatments have no doubt kept her alive, there are numerous long term side effects which dictate that she cannot perform regular work functions, and is therefore dependent on benefits from her disability provider.
When she is up to it, she uses her time volunteering for a non-profit program that coaches people who are fighting poverty.
Melanie has always been a fighter but, being unable to earn an income, she is struggling to cover her basic living costs. When I was in N. Vancouver last October, he spirits were quite high, but she was obviously concerned about paying her monthly…
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What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Langston Hughes, “Harlem” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1994 by The Estate of Langston Hughes. Reprinted with the permission of Harold Ober Associates Incorporated.
Source: Selected Poems of Langston Hughes (Random House Inc., 1990)
The first amendment says you can say, write, or publish whatever you want without fear of being arrested, shot, imprisoned, or otherwise legally penalized. On television, the internet, as film or in print. From your mouth or on your blog, even if what you are saying is incredibly stupid, baseless, and factually incorrect. Even if it offends everyone who reads or hears it. As an American, being a loudmouthed jerk is constitutionally protected.
However. The first amendment does not say you are required to utter, write, film, broadcast, or publish whatever idiocy crosses your mind. Just because you can does not mean you should. The Constitution protects your right to be a moron. It does not mandate you actually behave like one.
Those are your rights. My rights include the right to ignore you.
A right is no substitute for using your brains. It’s okay to really think. Honest.
Right on!! Definitely On Point!! I am a Christian but I believe these Right Wing Evangelical Religious Nutters will be the downfall of our great country. Experience speaks for itself.
I keep reading the same crap. Why is this so hard to understand?
So you believe term-limits will solve our political problems. Why would you think that? Are “old timers” in congress the big problem — as opposed to the bloated egos and narrow minds of those you voted for? How about those inexperienced, right-wing religious nutters? The Tea Party crowd? They were recently elected , have no understanding of how government works, and care nothing for the American people. Look how much they’ve fixed everything. Yeah, that went well.
Exactly what problem do you think you solve by making terms shorter? Will that attract a better quality of candidates for office? Will it convince people to vote for better candidates? Doesn’t this past presidential election prove that people will vote for a bad candidate even when all logic and reason should tell them he or she will not to serve their interests?
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Another Oldie but Goodie that was a Favorite of my Mom’s and is one of my Favorites also. Though I have not weighed 100 lbs in quite some time!! LOL!!
”A Hundred Pounds Of Clay” is a song written by Kay Rogers, Luther Dixon, and Bob Elgin and performed by Gene McDaniels. The song reached #3 on the Billboard chart and #11 on the R&B chart in 1961. The song appeared on his 1961 album 100 Lbs. Of Clay!
The song was produced by Snuff Garrett. Earl Palmer played drums on the song.