November, 2020 archive
Diminished Expectations 0
Leonard Pitts, Jr., had a bit of hope in these Trumpled times. He has it no more.
But I must admit that prior to this I did harbor some tiny, flickering expectation that, if pushed to the limit, the Republican Party, the party always lecturing the rest of us on patriotism, would stand up for the country. I did expect — or maybe it was just a vestigial hope — that when rubber met road, the GOP would finally put America . . . ahem, first.
Well, call it expectation or call it hope, but it’s dead. And it died, quite literally, in silence.
Follow the link for the rest.
The Rule of Lawless 0
Field says enough is enough.
Fattening the Curve 0
Sam and his crew discuss the implications of overwhelming the capacity of hospital staff and beds in these viral times.
The Liar of the Land 0
In a fascinating article at the Idaho State Journal, Leonard Hitchcock explores Donald Trump’s relationship, if you can so dignify it, with truth. A snippet:
Follow the link for his reasoning.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
The hunt for politeness never seems to end.
And, in more news of the polite . . . .
Afterthought:
Back when I was a young ‘un growing up on Pine View Farm, my aunt and her children (and later her son-in-law), would join us for Thanksgiving dinner at the farm (Christmas Eve would be celebrated at her house). Her husband (who unfortunately passed away before his time when I was eight), son, and son-in-law were avid hunters and, after Thanksgiving dinner, would go hunting for squirrels or rabbits in the woods, off to the left and out of the picture above (yes, Pine View Farm is a real place).
And they never shot anything other than their quarry, if they shot anything at all. My cousin did not mistake his brother-in-law’s orange vest for a squirrel’s bushy tail or a rabbit’s long ears nor vice versa. And they never shot themselves. And, on those times when I walked with them, they never shot me.
All they shot, if they shot anything, was the occasional squirrel or rabbit.
Because they were indeed members of the seemingly now extinct breed, actual responsible gun owners, not the NRA oxymorons; they knew the danger guns posed and treated their weapons with care and caution, not as macho masculine appendages amplifying their own–oh, never mind.
The Limits of Freedom 0
The writer of a letter to the editor of the Portland, Maine, Press-Herald has it figured out. A snippet; follow the link for some examples.
Many of those refusing to wear masks fail to realize that all freedoms have limits.
Still Rising Again after All These Years 0
Anquan Boldin and Takeo Spikes, retired NFL players, decode the dog whistle.
Thanksgiving 0
I know it may be difficult in these viral times, but I hope you can find at least one thing to be thankful for.
And stay safe.
