Requiem for America? (No way, no how and not as long as we can fight!!!)

I enjoy chatting with all you guys on my blog, but it’s so wonderful to have another female voice here and judging by Minta’s comments in two days, odds are she’s going to become one of those in my “treasured friend” category:-)  So, Minta this post is going to start with quoting you again.  Here is the poem Minta posted, which reminds her of America:

“Who Has Known Heights”— Mary Brent Whiteside

Who has known heights and depths shall not again
Know peace-not as the calm heart knows
Low, ivied walls; a garden close;
An though he tread the humble ways of men
He shall not speak the common tongue again.

Who has known heights shall bear forevermore
An incommunicable thing
That hurts his heart, as if a wing
Beat at the portal, challenging;
And yet—lured by the gleam his vision wore—
Who once has trodden stars seeks peace no more.

Gladius emailed one of his “rants”, as he calls them, about the state of America and the GOP’s complete failure to find a message to inspire Americans and counter the left’s relentless surge toward a socialistic demise.  As an editorial comment, this is one of his milder rants, lol:

The problem with all of this talk about how BHOzo is killing the country is that the message is lost on the low information citizens who never read a newspaper, listen to news radio or see any internet news that doesn’t come with Huffington Post when they open their email. If information was all we needed, the invention of Google would have ushered in a state of utopia. We have to touch the heart with a good message. With 47% of the country on some form of government life support, they don’t care that the good, hard-working segment of the nation is suffering. The conservative right is not getting the message out with clear, concise sound bites that can be picked up in 140 characters or less. Being right won’t change anything until we learn how to communicate with that low information pack of ignorant 20, 30 and 40 somethings. Our national Republican leadership team (dare I call them leaders) is partly responsible for killing this country due to their own intransigence and ignorance of getting out the message. Hire a left liberal, Madison Avenue PR firm, for goodness sake, if that’s what it takes to get out the message. They will do anything for money!
 
So there, I’m off my soap box.
Both of the above views strike almost a”requiem for the dead” mood, but I’m not ready to concede defeat yet.  As long as we can still think freely, there is hope.  Saving our Republic won’t come from the politicians, of that I feel certain.  President Obama and company keep accelerating the burn rate, fueling this out of control incineration of any sort of fiscal constraints and the GOP, by and large, can’t even muster a bucket brigade to attempt to quell the flames.  When it comes to disaster metaphors, perhaps sandbagging, town by town, when the Mississippi floods provides a better approach – saving America one town at a time.  It all starts with working hard to save yourself and your family, then helping your neighbors,  and moving on to your community from there.
  Certainly, trying to wrestle control of the GOP from the hands of the likes of  Mitch McConnell, Lindsey Graham,  John McCain would offer a stronger national platform, from which to propel more responsive and responsible federal governance, but truly unless and until, our states start pushing federalism, rather than being wimpy supplicants to the ever-burgeoning federal bureaucracy,  don’t expect much to change.
  So many things frustrate and disgust me about American culture, but we’ve got such a wealth of talent here and despite all the dire catastrophes Washington creates,  accepting defeat isn’t an option.  Actually Obamacare may be the federal catastrophe that awakens the rebellion against Washington, that mobilizes that needed  grassroots effort.  No one in America will be able to avoid the Obamacare disaster, not individually or our businesses.  One can hardly miss the rumblings in Obama’s kingdom with his sinking poll numbers, truly horrible optics of pitting federal power against WWII vets trying to visit their long overdue memorial  and disgusting theatrical talking points offensive his nincompoops keep launching.  These idiots live by their poll numbers and today’s number should give them pause – 60% say fire every member of Congress and Obama hit his lowest poll number yet – 37% approval.
    As a child, I remember a trip to Williamsburg, VA and my awe at standing in the very room where Patrick Henry gave his speech.  I gazed around in wonder as the tour guide told us, right here is where he took his stand:
“Give me Liberty or give me Death”
Gladius is right, having a strong voice would help, but still,  we aren’t dead yet:-)

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Minta’s Insightful Metaphor

An astute poster, Ms. Minta Marie Morze, commented:

It is the United States that is a house divided—America, itself, is a body of ideas that awaits the reawakening that can only come through the efforts of individuals who value it. It is like the effort that was involved in building one of the great cathedrals of Europe, requiring devoted labor and a farseeing vision. (And, as a metaphorical statement, compare the magnificent cathedrals of Europe with the one recently built near me in Los Angeles by Progressive minds—the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels.)

Here’s a quick link to the LA cathedral mentioned.  Since this morning seems to be one of my quoting others days (much more inspiring, by far, than some of my own drivel), I’d like to jot down a few more quotes worth considering.   Taping up quotes –  on bulletin boards, in my locker as a teen, on my refrigerator and even cross stitching a quote for my husband to hang in his office years ago –  turned into a lifelong habit.  Ms Minta hit on the problem in America, it’s not only our politics which is divided, it’s our failure to strive for something higher and heaping praise on something much less, in most aspects of our lives.

The quote, which  my husband asked me to cross stitch and he framed, mattered to him as a leader in the US Army:

“Rank does not confer privilege or give power.  It imposes responsibility.”   – Peter Drucker

For me, being of a more daydreaming nature, the following two quotes keep me striving, no matter how many obstacles lie up ahead.

I am only one.
But still I am one.
I cannot do everything.
But still I can do something.
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.

– Edward Everett Hale

For the cause that lacks assistance.
For the wrong that needs assistance.
For the future in the distance.

– George Linneaus Banks

Have a nice day everyone:-)

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G. Murphy Donovan: “The Decline and Fall of National Security”

With the advent of the internet, many common sense understandings about copyright protections and acceptable usage of other writers’ works seem to have flown out the window.  Many times I’ve been tempted to just post entire articles or pictures from other websites, but my “following the rules” nature caused me to hesitate.  Stratfor authorizes reprinting their articles, so I took the liberty of posting that, but I’ll continue writing my  rather boring little pieces about great articles and offering a link.  Here’s another very insightful piece by none other than the amazing G. Murphy Donovan (GMD), in which he cuts through the trendy strategic claptrap and hones in on strategic ground truth and our national security  demise (from The American Thinker, “The Decline and Fall of National Security”).  GMD chronicles the American intelligence demise coupled with the rampant politicization of our top military brass.  I would add one other factor to his list – the complete collapse of a shared national security viewpoint among our two main political parties and amongst our populace.  Many days reading or watching the news, it sure looks like each side views the opposing domestic political party as the main national security threat rather than any foreign entity.  From biblical times to today, that old adage that a house divided cannot long stand presages our demise, unless we can find a way to fix our foundational damage and rebuild a more sound structure – tall order with the fractured polity and populace in America presently.

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George Friedman offers excellent analysis on the Government Shutdown

Gladius sent this excellent George Friedman piece from today’s Stratfor, which offers the best explanation I’ve come across on how we’ve gotten to this sad state of political affairs in America:

The Roots of the Government Shutdown
Geopolitical Weekly
Tuesday, October 8, 2013 – 04:04 Print Text Size
Stratfor

By George Friedman

In general, Stratfor deals with U.S. domestic politics only to the extent that it affects international affairs. Certainly, this topic has been argued and analyzed extensively. Nevertheless, the shutdown of the American government is a topic that must be understood from our point of view, because it raises the issue of whether the leading global power is involved in a political crisis so profound that it is both losing its internal cohesion and the capacity to govern. If that were so, it would mean the United States would not be able to act in global affairs, and that in turn would mean that the international system would undergo a profound change. I am not interested in the debate over who is right. I am, however, interested in the question of what caused this shutdown, and ultimately what it tells us about the U.S. capacity to act.

That is one reason to address it. A broader reason to address it is to understand why the leading global power has entered a period when rhetoric has turned into increasingly dysfunctional actions. The shutdown of the government has thus far not disrupted American life as a whole, although it has certainly disrupted the lives of some dramatically.

It originated in a political dispute. U.S. President Barack Obama proposed and Congress approved a massive set of changes in U.S. health care. These changes were upheld in court after legal challenges. There appears to be significant opposition to this legislation according to polls, but the legislation’s opponents in Congress lack the ability to repeal it and override a presidential veto. Therefore, opponents attached amendments to legislation funding government operations, and basically said that legislation would only be passed if implementation of health care reform were blocked or at least delayed. Opponents of health care reform had enough power to block legislation on funding the government. Proponents of health care reform refused to abandon their commitment for reform, and therefore the legislation to fund the government failed and the government shut down.
Shutdowns and Shifts in the U.S. Political System

Similar shutdowns happened during the 1990s, and I am not prepared to say that divisions in our society have never been so deep or partisanship so powerful. I’ve written in the past pointing out that political vituperation has been common in the United States since its founding. Certainly nothing today compares to what was said during the Civil War, and public incivility during the Vietnam War was at least as intense.

What has changed over time is the impact of this incivility on the ability of the government to function. Consider the substantial threat that the United States might refuse to pay the debts it has incurred by consent of Congress and presidents past and present. In private life, refusal to pay debts when one can pay them is fairly serious. Though this is no less serious in public life, this outcome in the coming weeks seems conceivable. It is not partisanship, but the consequences of partisanship on the operation of the government that appear to have changed. The trend is not new, but it is intensifying. Where did it start?

From where I sit, there was a massive shift in the 1970s in how the American political system operates. Prior to then, candidate selection was based on delegates to national conventions, and the delegates to conventions were selected through a combination of state conventions and some primaries. Political bosses controlled the selection of state convention delegates, and therefore the bosses controlled the delegates to the national convention — and that meant that these bosses controlled the national conventions.

There was ample opportunity for corruption in this system, of course. The state party bosses were interested in enhancing their own security and power, and that was achieved by patronage, but they were not particularly ideological. By backing someone likely to be elected, they would get to appoint postmasters and judges and maybe even Cabinet secretaries. They used the carrot of patronage and the stick of reprisals for those who didn’t follow the bosses’ line. And they certainly were interested in money in exchange for championing business interests. They were ideological to the extent to which their broad constituencies were, and were prepared to change with them. But their eyes were on the mood of the main constituencies, not smaller ones. These were not men given to principled passion, and the dissident movements of the 1960s accordingly held men like Chicago’s Richard J. Daley responsible for repressing their movements.

The reformers wanted to break the hold of the party bosses over the system and open it to dissent, something party bosses disliked. The reformers did so by widely replacing state conventions with primary systems. This severely limited the power of state and county chairmen, who could no longer handpick candidates. These people no longer controlled their parties as much as presided over them.

Political parties ceased being built around patronage systems, but rather around the ability to raise money. Money, not the bosses’ power, became the center of gravity of the political system, and those who could raise money became the power brokers. More important, those who were willing to donate became candidates’ main constituency. The paradox of the reforms was that in breaking the power of the bosses, money became more rather than less important in the selection of candidates. Money has always been central to American politics. There has never been a time when it didn’t matter. But with the decline of political bosses, factors other than money were eliminated.

Through the next decade, reformers tried to get control over money. Though they had gotten rid of the bosses, getting money out of politics proved daunting. This put power in the hands of business, which by hook or crook, Citizens United or not, was going to pursue its interests through the political system. But in general its interests were fairly narrow and were not particularly ideological. Where before business gave to party bosses, it now donated to candidates and political action committees. Of course, if this route were closed down, still another route would be found. The candidates need money, businesses need to protect their political interests. Fortunately, most businessmen’s imagination stops at money, limiting the damage they can do.
An Unexpected Consequence

There was, however, an unexpected consequence. The reformers’ vision was that the fall of the bosses would open the door to broad democratic participation. But the fact was that the American people did not care nearly as much about politics as the reformers thought they ought to. Participation in presidential primaries was frequently well below 50 percent, and in state and local elections, it was far lower.

For most Americans, private life is more important than public life. There is only so much time and energy available, the issues are arcane and rarely involve things that will change ordinary citizens’ lives much, and there is little broad-based ideological passion. Citizens frequently don’t know or care who their congressman is, let alone who their state senator is. They care about schools and roads and taxes, and so long as those are functioning reasonably well, they are content.

This greatly frustrated the reformers. They cared deeply about politics, and believed that everyone should, too. But in the country our founders bequeathed us, it was expected that most people would concern themselves with private things. And in fact they do: They do not vote in primaries or even in general elections.

The primaries were left to the minority who cared. At the beginning, these were people who felt strongly about particular issues: corporate greed, the environment, war, abortion, taxes, and so on. Over time, these particular issues congealed into ideology. An ideology differs from issue-oriented matters in that ideology is a package of issues. On the right, low taxes and hostility to abortion frequently are linked. On the left, corporate greed and war are frequently linked. Eventually, a bond is created showing that apparently disparate issues are in fact part of the same package.

Particular issues meld to form ideological factions. The ideological factions take common positions on a wide range of issues. The factions are relatively small minorities, but their power is vastly magnified by the primary system. Ideologues care because ideologies contain an apocalyptic element: If something is not done soon, the argument goes, catastrophe will ensue. The majority might well feel some unease regarding particular topics, and some may feel disaster is afoot, but they do not share the ideologue’s belief that redemption can come from the political process.

This in part might be because of a sense of helplessness, and in part it might reflect a deeper sophistication about how the world really works, but either way, this type of person doesn’t vote in primaries. But ideologues do. Perhaps not all do, and not everyone who votes is an ideologue, but it is ideology that generates a great deal of the energy that contributes to our political process. And it is ideology that, for example, links the deep and genuine passion over abortion to other issues.

A candidate in either party does not need the votes of the majority of registered voters. He needs the votes of the majority of voters who will show up. In the past model, voters showed up because, say, they got their job on the highway crew from the county boss, and they had to appear at the polls if they wanted to keep it. Those days are gone. Now, people show up because of their passionate belief in a particular ideology, and money is spent convincing them that a candidate shares their passionate commitment.

After raising the funds by convincing primary voters of their ideological commitment, the general election can turn into a race between two ideological packages. The winner will only be re-elected if primary voters see him as having been sufficiently loyal to their ideology while in office.
Bosses vs. Ideology

Bosses were corrupt, and in that corruption they were moderate through indifference. Contemporary politicians — not all of them but enough of them — live within a framework of ideology where accommodation is the epitome of lacking principle. If you believe deeply in something, then how can you compromise on it? And if everything you believe in derives from an ideology where every issue is a matter of principle, and ideology clashes with ideology, then how can anyone fold his cards? You can’t go back to voters who believe that you have betrayed them and expect to be re-elected.

In the 20th century, the boss system selected such presidents as Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson, Franklin Roosevelt, Harry Truman, Dwight Eisenhower and John Kennedy. I was struck at how a self-evidently corrupt and undemocratic system would have selected such impressive candidates (albeit along with Warren Harding and other less impressive ones). The system should not have worked, but on the whole, it worked better than we might have imagined. I leave to others to judge how these compare to post-reform candidates like Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush or Barack Obama.

There is a vast difference between principle and ideology. Principles are core values that do not dictate every action on every subject, but guide you in some way. Ideology as an explanation of how the world works is comprehensive and compelling. Most presidents find that governing requires principles, but won’t allow ideology. But it is the senators and particularly the congressmen — who run in districts where perhaps 20 percent of eligible voters vote in primaries, most of them ideologues — who are forced away from principle and toward ideology.

All political systems are flawed and all political reforms have unexpected and frequently unwelcome consequences. In the end, a political system must be judged on the results that it brings. When we look at those elected under the old system, it is difficult to argue that reforms have vastly improved the leadership stock. The argument is frequently made that this is because of the pernicious effect of money or the media on the system. I would argue that the problem is that the current system magnifies the importance of the ideologues such that current political outcomes increasingly do not reflect the public will, and that this is happening at an accelerated pace.

It is not ideology that is the problem. It is the overrepresentation of ideologues in the voting booth. Most Americans are not ideologues, and therefore the reformist model has turned out to be as unrepresentative as the political boss system was. This isn’t the ideologues fault; they are merely doing what they believe. But most voters are indifferent. Where the bosses used to share the public’s lack of expectation of great things from politics, there is no one prepared to limit the role of ideology. There is no way to get people to vote, and the reforms that led to a universally used primary system have put elections that most people don’t participate in at center stage.

Each faction is deeply committed to its beliefs, and feels it would be corrupt to abandon them. Even if it means closing the government, even if it means defaulting on debt, ideology is a demanding mistress who permits no other lovers. Anyone who reads this will recognize his enemy at work. I, however, am holding everyone responsible, from left to right — and especially the indifferent center. I hold myself accountable as well: I have no idea what I could do to help change matters, but I am sure there is something.

Editor’s Note: An earlier version of this column misstated the first name of 1960s-era mayor, Richard J. Daley.
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General Hayden, what a laugh…

With time for only a few lines before heading to work, first I want to complain that when I click on my blog link, after signing in, it doesn’t take me to my blog. I end up stuck on the My Reader page. Had to take a circuitous route to even get here. Now on to something of a political nature, well, somewhat. I am sure most people have seen the rather dry, Mr. Professor type, former CIA director, General Michael Hayden on TV. He’s always appeared so studious and methodical.  Imagine my surprise at finding out he has quite a wicked sense of humor (not really).  Reading Bryan Preston’s short piece over at PJ Media sent just a slight chill down my spine (nothing like the 47º weather Justin mentioned yesterday, but still a slight ripple).  General Hayden, joked about how in his darker moments, recently, he’d thought of nominating Edward Snowden, the infamous leaker, to another list other than the Human Rights list that has nominated him for an award, alluding to Obama’s drone strike list.  With disquieting reports on the likes of Janet Napolitano’s wild list-making, where she listed former soldiers as likely terrorist and the penchant for this administration to add people to their assorted watch lists with little (no)  fact-checking, I missed the humor.  And now we have Obama’s mad bomber, John Brennan, actually running the CIA.  Yikes, how does one find out if they’ve made one of the enemies lists in this administration?  Or is it time to look at purchasing an Acme version of a home missile defense system……..

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Obama’s raiders launch firebombing campaign (laughter is the best defense)

What happens when the rhetoric on our political landscape slips from impressionist to bold fauvism, absolving the need for the wild-colored language to actually form some semblance of an honest representation of something real?  Those early painters who created the les Fauves style, which translates to wild beasts, made free and easy with their art, resorting to wild colors splashed upon a canvas, rather than trying to paint something real.  Is this the new political les Fauves style?  President Obama waffled on Syria and kowtowed to Iran, but never fear, he’s boldly charging forward on the only battleground where he possesses the intestinal fortitude to stand his ground – political posturing.  Yes, he’s fearlessly  leading his band of Congressional firebrands on a scorched earth charge,  using some of the dems most volatile flame-throwers.

From Legal Insurrection some of Obama’s Raiders dimmest lobs (British vernacular, please):

1. “Unhinged” Arsonists (Wasserman-Schultz)
2. Insane People Who “Have Lost their Minds” (Harry Reid)
3. “People with a Bomb Strapped to their Chest” (aka Terrorists)(Dan Pfeiffer)
4. Blatant Extortionists (Jay Carney)
5. Legislative Arsonists” (Nancy Pelosi)

Word of advice to the GOP – don’t take the bait, just act like calm, sensible adults and when asked about the fire-bombing, laugh at them and ridicule them.  Keep offering proposals and let them spontaneosuly combust.

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The pansies smiling at you

Most of my posts end up with my admonitions or advice, but this one is about the death of a friend a year ago and how I realized that I sure wasn’t much of a friend to her.  I work in an ordinary blue collar job in retail and contrary to many people thinking this sort of job is beneath them, I actually like working there and find it interesting to talk to so many different people every day.  Many of my co-workers have worked their way up to being treasured friends.  Some, like my friend, Renate, who passed away, last year on October 3rd, well, our road to becoming friends started with a huge roadblock; Renate did not like me one iota and she let me know this every day for months.

When I began working in this store I started in the fabrics and crafts department, which was like my dream assignment.  There’s nothing better than being surrounded by fabric and craft stuff all day long.  My mind would teem with “project” ideas with each new day in there and I have a fabric collection to almost rival my book collection.  Of course, most of the customers in that department are regulars and you quickly get to know them and know what type of sewing or crafts they do.  Often, many of them will bring in their projects to show us or pull out their phone to show us pictures, which was an added bonus.  For a long time I ran that department and never wanted to move anywhere else in the store to work, but then from on high, I was asked repeatedly to move to the pharmacy and manage the over-the-counter pharmacy, which I absolutely hated.  Instead of my interesting fabrics and crafts customers, brimming full of project ideas, now my life centered on customers wanting to share all their aches, pains and even head lice problems………. yes, it took great courage not to step back whenever a customer asked where the head lice stuff was located.  The head lice customers were only rivaled by the customers wanting to share their bowel problem dilemmas with me.  Eventually, my managers came and asked me to move to lawn and garden, a much bigger area to handle, but I leaped at that, because at least plants don’t talk about their problems.

Lawn and garden is where I met Renate and boy, I quickly realized that my pharmacy issues were nothing compared to Renate.  Renate complained about everything in a heavily laced German accent, although she had moved to America in the early 1960s.  A diplomat might call her disposition feisty, but a more honest accounting would be she complained incessantly and cussed like a sailor.  She literally despised me and everything I told her, or anyone else in the department, to do, she offered up a blistering string of criticism and/or complaints.  I never argued with her.  Instead, I offered her my sunniest smile and would tell her, “I heard what you said Renate.  I am not deaf, but we are doing what I said.”  She would usually cuss under her breath, after telling me, “You don’t know nothing about lawn and garden!” or “You don’t know nothing about plants!  And off she would storm.

One day I noticed a problem with my gerbera daisies and I knew that a few drops of Dawn dishwashing liquid in a spray bottle of water would fix that problem and I talked to the previous lawn and garden department manager and she said that was fine to spray them with that.  I had gotten a small bottle of Dawn dishwashing liquid and a spray bottle, when Renate spied me.  She charged up to me and asked what I intended to do with that.  As often happens, I was called away from my area and before I could say more than that I wanted to mix some Dawn with water and spray the gerbera daisies, Renate grabbed the Dawn and spray bottle out of my hands.  I didn’t raise my voice, just asked her calmly if she knew how much Dawn to mix in a bottle of water.  She angrily spouted, “I know what I’m doing!” and off she stormed.  When I returned to my area about an hour later, Renate was cussing and fuming.  The spray bottle was clogged up and as I approached my gerbera daisies, they were glimmering an eerie blue, with globs of Dawn smothering them, but even more alarming were the puddles of blue Dawn under my plant tables.  All I thought was, “this is going to be one holy hell of a mess to clean up!”, but watching Renate standing there trying to spray almost straight Dawn dishwashing liquid out of that spray bottle had me laughing hysterically.

The guys in my department helped clean up that mess and we disposed of those gerbara daisies.  I learned my lesson on retail plants – if there’s something wrong with them – dispose of them quickly.  When I could stop laughing, I pulled Renate aside and we talked and I told her that from now on we were going to communicate.  I told her that her blustery German ways don’t intimidate me in the least, because I’m PA Dutch and they’re bossy Germans too.  I related that I am used to Germans bossing me around, because there are plenty of them in my family, to include my late mother, who made my drill sergeants look mellow.  Then I told her that I have been gardening since I could walk and I do know a good bit about plants.  She seemed to mull that over for a bit, but from that day forward she treated me like her daughter and she became my most ardent champion.  And I learned to overlook a lot of her cussing and complaining and better yet learned to like her.  Often among gardeners you find people who love plants more than people and Renate struck me as one of those.  She particularly loved pansies and when the pansies arrived in the Fall, her face would light up, as she would delicately turn a bloom upward and say, “See, just look in the middle, they’re smiling at you!”  While I love flowers, my nature must be much less poetic, because I sure never could see a smile in a pansy.

Time passed and I moved to another position and I saw Renate more in passing, but I still would try to find some time to chat with her.  She always told me how much she missed me and then she’d want to show me the flowers on the patio.  I had noticed that the last year she seemed to complain about pain often and some days she would walk very slow, but she did show up for work everyday.  Then late last summer I heard she was out sick and I saw her a few times in the store, buying groceries or picking up medicine.  She seemed like her same feisty self, with her complaints still heavily peppered with expletives.

One day another lawn and garden worker approached me and told me I needed to do something, because she didn’t know what to do.  She had picked up some groceries for Renate and taken them over to her house.  This worker told me how ill Renate was and how ill her husband was too and she said the house was not fit for them to live in.  Dilemmas, dilemmas, because while I respect people’s right to privacy, at some point there’s a line where making sure elderly people are safe seems to warrant intervening.  A lifetime of distrust for government, propelled me to decide first to try and visit Renate and see for myself if the situation was as dire as described.  When I called her house, her husband told me she was at the emergency room and he didn’t know when she would be home.  I called later that afternoon and no one answered.  Several other calls went unanswered and then I contacted the lady who had told me about this situation.  She informed me Renate had been admitted to a hospital in a nearby city.  To add to the tragedy,  Renate’s young neighbors had taken her husband to the hospital to visit and his lung collapsed while visiting, so he also was in the hospital.

I phoned Renate for a couple days and chatted, until I could find time to visit her in the hospital.  The hospital gown practically swallowed her up, but she still roared with her usual force.  She began by telling me how glad she was that I came to see her and then she looked at me and said, “Ain’t that some shit!  They told me I’ve got lung cancer and it’s spread to my liver.  I’ve got less than a week to live.”  We talked and her main worry was about her husband and what would happen to him.

Many people from work went to visit her, which cheered her a great deal, but within a few days she got transferred to a hospice facility.  The day she passed away, I walked out on the patio and pansies had just arrived.  I bought a container and transplanted them into a smiley mug and it seemed like my lucky day with the gifting fairy smiling upon me, because I found a lovely card with pansies on it too.  This hospice facility has the most caring, wonderful staff imaginable and mere words can’t do justice.  Renate’s face lit up when she saw the pansies and sure enough, she said,”Look, they’re smiling at you!”  She seemed to have shrunk even more and she struggled to draw each breath.  Her room felt like an ice box and I inquired if she was cold or wanted the covers pulled up.  I felt her bare arms and they were cold, but she told me it was easier to breathe with it cold.  Her hair was matted from lying on pillows for days, so I asked a staff member for a comb or brush to fix her hair.  She could lift her head and I combed out her hair and she told me it felt much better.  She held my hand for hours and we talked here and there.  At one point, she opened her eyes and she told me, “I’m ready to die.”  When I finally left, I knew she might not be with us another day and I cried as I drove home.  She passed away during the night.

Other people, like the young couple who lived next door to her, had tried to help her for a long time and this dilemma of elderly people needing assistance, but resisting help certainly is not a unique problem.  The lady at work who took her groceries took her food numerous times.  I’ve thought many times in the past year, I sure should have done more to help her.  Combing her hair and taking her some pansies as she lay dying seems pretty paltry.  Renate, who ofttimes was described as “that rude old German woman”, but whose face turned soft and dreamy as she gazed upon her beloved pansies.  Yes, I hope I will look closer, do more for my friends and see the pansies smiling at me.

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Fast forward through this fiscal crisis, pleaseeeeeeeeeee

Decisions, decisions, what Obama disaster to respond to first…………  ackkkkkkk not enough first responders in the whole country to cope with his epic proportion catastrophes.  Here he goes again with another “scorched earth” offensive, where he’ll find some guts to stand up for “fiscal responsibility” – make sure he keeps soldiers paid, granny from being tossed over the cliff and little American Bobby need not fear when he holds up his bowl for more government gruel, with sad eyes, begging, “Please Sir, I want some more.”  Oh my God, this pathetic rerun sure gets old and some of us haven’t recovered yet from the sequestration debacle.   As if that Dickens imagery isn’t enough, Obama and his team of photo-op propagandists surely have a Tiny Tim, ready to hobble before the cameras, smile adoringly at President Obama and proclaim, “God bless us, every one, but especially you President Obama, for giving me affordable health care……….”

And where are the Republicans?    Oh yeah, they’re still rattling around dragging the chains, unto perpetuity, being characterized as evil, greedy, only concerned for the rich.  Instead of unifying and mounting their own offensive or even defending themselves, their default position seems to be to form a circular firing squad and open fire.

No wonder most Americans avert their eyes and are watching Duck Dynasty (except for me, as I assiduously avoid reality TV).  I’m stuck watching the Military channel and watching old war footage, because even my beloved History channel joined the “reality TV” bandwagon, with no history, but I can learn about truck drivers in Alaska or how some pawn shop folks make their living.  Can’t we just fast forward and skip this fiscal crisis, since we all know how it ends?

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Sunday – day off from politics

Trying to spend a politics free Sunday here.  Ventured out to buy some groceries and encountered only one screaming moppet as I quickly moved up and down the aisles.  Initially, as usual, I intended to buy only a few things and ended up with almost a full cart of stuff, such is the habit of buying food for a family with kids, even though the kids are grown up and gone.  Oh, well, why keep a large chest freezer around and a large side-by-side fridge/freezer if you’re not going to fill them up, right?  Beef stew and either some cornbread or biscuits for supper tonight, depending which I settle on as the stew cooks.

Since the few people who read my blog seem to be men, here’s a website I wonder if any of you have checked out – Pinterest.  I just love it and am quickly closing in on my 2,000th pin.  Recipes, crafts, decorating, sewing, and so much more.  Yes, it’s wonderful. I find so many things to express my personality………..

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