We are a nation of crybabies. Grow UP!

Here’s when you say to people, “SHUT UP!!”  What a nation of crybabies.  What is wrong with the President talking with young Americans?  If you don’t want to watch it, don’t turn on the video. 

YOU WILL LET YOUR CHILDREN WATCH VIOLENCE ON TV, BUT THEY CAN’T LISTEN TO THE PRESIDENT TALK ABOUT EDUCATION?

This backlash against the President is becoming ludicrous.  Every little thing is a problem.  No one got incensed when Ronald Reagan or George Bush gave speeches directed at school-aged children. 

SHAME ON THE RIGHT FOR USING KIDS AS FODDER IN THE CULTURE WAR.

All of you who need to harp on every last thing as if it were a devastating blow to our nation, please, please, secede from the Union.  But, before  you do, remember all of the government sponsored benefits you will be giving up.  And, remember, when you secede, you will have no one but you to blame for all of your problems.  Enjoy.

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From YAHOO

On September 8, in what the Department of Education is touting as a “historic” speech, President Obama will be talking directly to students across the U.S., live on the White House website. But some parents and conservatives are blasting the president, calling the speech an excuse to brainwash American children.

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Secretary of Education Arne Duncan sent a letter to the nation’s principals, inviting schools to watch the speech and included suggested classroom activities. But Jim Greer, the chairman of the Republican Party of Florida, came out swinging against the planned speech. An excerpt from his statement:

“The address scheduled for September 8, 2009, does not allow for healthy debate on the President’s agenda, but rather obligates the youngest children in our public school system to agree with our President’s initiatives or be ostracized by their teachers and classmates.”

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The Cato Institute, a public-policy research foundation, issued a press release entitled “Hey Obama, Leave Those Kids Alone,” criticizing the “troubling buzzwords” in the lesson plans:

“It’s one thing for a president to encourage all kids to work hard and stay in school – that’s a reasonable use of the bully pulpit. It’s another thing entirely, however, to have the U.S. Department of Education send detailed instructions to public schools nationwide on how to glorify the president and the presidency, and push them to drive social change.”

Across the blogosphere, comments covered the spectrum, from critical to supportive, and from one student, a little anger:

I sent my children to school to be educated NOT indoctrinated.” justamom

“The fact that people want to keep their kids from hearing the President of the United States encourage them to do well in school shows a true level of ignorance.” — Firefey

“As an [sic] 9th grade student, I’d like to say that 1. I’m not sure why everyone is so scared that we’ll all be brainwashed by the President … 2. My school is one that is not allowing us to watch the speech, and quite frankly, I’m pissed.” — Willbw

Both Presidents George Bush and Ronald Reagan both gave speeches aimed specifically at students that were nationally televised. In 1989, Bush delivered a televised anti-drug speech, and Reagan’s 1986 commencement speech and Q&A session was “beamed over public television into 171 school districts,” according to the L.A. Times.

It’s worth noting that schools are, encouraged, not required, to air the speech. The Houston Chronicle reports that one Dallas school district is leaving the decision to individual teachers. Susan Dacus, spokeswoman for the Wylie school district, says parents who don’t want their children to see it can opt out.

In an ironic twist, one Missouri school won’t be airing the speech because of a lack of funding. Michelle Baumstark, spokeswoman for Columbia public schools, told the Columbia Daily Tribune, “We don’t have the funding or the equipment to support that type of broadcasting.”

 — Lili Ladaga

Stop fighting and start compromising

Don’t blame President Obama for our nation’s war fatigue.  Iraq was unnecessary and we ignored the problem in Afghanistan for too long.  And before the 2004 elections, Tom Ridge raised the terror warning to scare the nation into electing Bush.  President Obama was given a mess.

Also, as a gay American, I would love for President Obama to come out more strongly in support of same-sex marriage rights.  I also want him to stop enforcement of don’t ask, don’t tell.  But I have no interest in diverting attention from getting health care and economic reform accomplished now.

And liberals and conservatives:  get off your soap boxes and compromise.  Our nation needs more action and less talk. 

Progressives and liberals: you will lose my vote if you lose sight of the importance of incremental victories. 

And Barack Obama is the President of the United States of America, and that includes conservatives, liberals, progressives, communists, fascists, socialists, agnostics, fundamentalists and idiots. So, everyone stop your whining that he is selling out.

Bush had 8 years to destroy this nation.  Let’s give President Obama more than 6 months to try to fix it.

You’re young one day, then Mom stares back from the mirror

Dear Mom:

You weren’t a fan of summer, especially the humidity.  And some of your summer outfits were — how does one say — sartorial tragedies.

The summer is over.   You loved the fall for the crispness in the air and that back-to-school sense of starting anew.  You also loved the springtime for the promise of warmer days and rebirth and renewal. 

So, this time of year (who am I kidding, every day) I think about you especially.

I looked in the mirror and saw your eyes staring back at me.  More particularly, I saw the extra skin in my eyelids.  I remember that you were adamant about not having that extra skin removed.  Remind me again, why? 

I have started to moisturize.  I know you gave us such good skin, but I think I have taken enough advantage.  You always had beautiful skin on your face, but your neck — well, it is looking like I may need to go back to turtle necks or scarves like Candace Bergen in Murphy Brown.

All kidding aside, you were beautiful throughout your life (maybe the 70s wasn’t your best decade).  I am grateful for all of you that is in me.  

Love, me

Redemption Song

IMG00044IMG00045Last night I entered the 42nd Street subway station and I heard someone doing a pitch-perfect rendition of Bob Marley’s Redemption Song.  People were singing along.

I was in a “woe-is-I” mood.  [“Won’t you help to sign these songs of freedom?”]

I was feeling like this economic and political quagmire would just continue and there would be no new start for our country.   [“how long will they kill our prophets as we stand aside and look? Some say it’s just a part of it, we have to fulfill the book”.] 

How am I going to get out of this funk and enjoy life again and be grateful for all that I have [“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds.”]

So, I started singing along, “Redemption song; Redemption song,” with strangers and it was stirring.  I am still humming it today.

Inspiration comes in the strangest of places.  In the bowels of NYC in the overcrowded, smelly Times Square Station.  Redemption song.  Redemption song.

Cramming summer into the week before Labor Day

Memorial Day Weekend was last weekend, right?  When did July come to town?  July didn’t even call and say hi. There aren’t 35 days in August?  Rip off!!!

Wait, I have only have 5 days left to:

  1. do my entire summer fitness regimen,
  2. go kayaking on the Hudson River,
  3. browse at farmer’s markets,
  4. take a boat ride,
  5. clean out my closets,
  6. put all the family pictures on iPhoto,
  7. go to the Aquarium at Coney Island,
  8. walk along the beach at Coney Island,
  9. go to the Bronx Zoo,
  10. go the Botanical Gardens,
  11. visit my mother’s grave,
  12. lose weight before I see everyone again at synagogue for the High Holy Days,
  13. get new blinds for the bedroom,
  14. have a lazy weekend,
  15. have cook-outs with friends,
  16. see all the summer movies,
  17. sit outside and enjoy the late summer’s breeze,
  18. find quality time to spend with my partner?

Man, I am toast.

Too much politics; too much rage — I am going gentler

A dear friend says she can’t read my blog because — I am paraphrasing and embellishing now — if she thought about all of the world’s ills about which I rant, her head would explode.  I get that.  If I don’t write about them, my head will explode. Or maybe not.

I had a good run of happy thoughts on my blogcation.  So, taking my friend’s point of view to heart and realizing that as I get older I will become more of the same, I am going to try to ease up on the ranting.   I had this scary image of me in 25 years, in a housecoat (like my grandmother wore) and high tops (my grandmother never wore these) screaming about things on street corners.

So, no more world, national, market or local news for me today.  My stomach is already tied in knots about some Republican joking about Obama-tagging (as in tagging wolves that are hunted).  I am not starting.  Nope.  Nope.

I took the day off from work because we have no morning sitter coverage for our son.  He is having a bike lesson now.  [I learned that if your child is not a natural at something, a parent is the last teacher on earth your child wants.]  Then we will hang out, have lunch.  A sitter will come around 1pm and I will set off to do errands, like getting new door knobs.  Our door knobs are the original 1920’s door knobs and they are falling apart.  So, instead of having a metal hanger in every room in case the know falls off, I will go and find some new ones.

I can upload new music on our family iPod. I can upload pictures from vacation, etc.  I can’t visit my cousin who is recovering from an operation because I have some kind of head cold and I don’t want to infect him.

I wish I were busy at work.  But if I go in and have nothing going on, I will get depressed and tired.  I am available by blackberry and can hop into any kinkos anywhere, so I can handle most things and, if I need to, I can pop into the office.

Let’s see if this more Zen version of me can work.

Post-script to “No, really, she said ‘Great White Hope’?”

Last week, I wrote: No, really, she said “Great White Hope”? http://40andoverblog.com/?p=1148

So, it turns out that Rep. Jenkins did know EXACTLY what she was saying when she used the phrase, the “Great White Hope.”  Racism isn’t even veiled anymore.

Reminder about what counts

A friend just sent around a quote from Erma Bombeck after she found out she was dying from cancer.  Good reminder of what counts, but hard to remember to see past the small stuff:

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my partner.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love yous” and “I’m sorrys”.

Rest in Peace, Erma.

Another accidental audience

I am in a real estate closing, waiting for documents to be finalized and payments mades.

A small, but irritating fact, the lawyer for the purchaser can’t stop telling me how important and busy is his client, the husband (busier than the rest of us, who are present, obviously) so we have to have him sign and get out fast.  He clearly does not realize that there are many busy people in this room, two of whom are there out of love and obligation to sellers (one deceased; the other living in an alternate reality).    Whatever.

This lawyer also thinks he is the first person in the world to have a newborn.  Of course, he is speaking to his client, the wife, a woman who has a small child and is pregnant.  He says things like, my wife pumps breast milk all the time.  In fact, he says his refrigerator used to have ice cream and waffles, now it is filled with pumped milk.  I am sure I needed to know that the bassinet is next to his wife’s side of the bed so she can bring him into bed to nurse.  We are now learning about his mother-in-law who is staying with them. She works for a chiropractor. Fabulous.

Wow, to think I lived without his virtual baby manual during the first 7 years of my son’s life.

I just want to get out of here.

Random Thoughts

I realized that I was talking to someone on her cell while she was in the office bathroom.  I heard people talking and flushing.  I need to sterilize my ear.

I am for universal health care coverage, but I will not pay for hearing aids or ocular implants for people who blast music in their ears.  Especially on my subway car.

I saw a man standing just outside the employees entrance at a funeral home looking at the traffic going by.  Was he waiting for something to happen?

My partner promised to handle a matter but left my cell phone number.  Lesbian merger or dumping it back into my court?

How nice do I really have to be?

Would I get away with driving a person off a bridge if I promise to devote my life to public service (even though that wasn’t the quid pro quo for Teddy)?

If a bald, portly nerdy guy doesn’t see that he is lucky to have the girlfriend he has, will a baseball bat knock sense into him?

How come men think they are way better looking and way more desirable than they really are?

If you are blasting Karla Bonoff or The Pousette Dart Band and dancing around thinking you are cool, should you be entitled to social security benefits out of pity?

Did Sarah Palin drop off the face of the earth or was that just a fantasy I had?

Does Dick Cheney sometimes crawl back into his secret bunker for old time’s sake?

Do I have to go to the gym or can I imagine just how gross it is?