I recently attended a rally protesting cuts to health care for the mentally ill here in Sacramento. The Sacramento Bee covered the rally, and one of the first user comments on the web page accused the protesters of “feeding at the public trough.” At first I was indignant but, you know, I can understand the reader’s anger and frustration. Looking through the short article, several interesting facts emerge. Please try to bear with me as I attempt some arithmetic:
Author: ron
The Screen Time Conspiracy and other “clinical guidelines” woes
I recently received a communiqué from a physician asserting that the “AAP [American Academy of Pediatrics] recommends no more than one hour each day of screen time.” This immediately raised my hackles on several levels, beginning with the implied criticism that I was not being a responsible parent. (Parents out there, raise your hands: how many of you limit your children’s total time watching television and using video games, computers, handheld games, or cell phones to less than one hour per day? Every day? Be honest! Include time the child spends in others’ care, including school. Are you sure? Do you know how to program your television’s V-Chip? I don’t see many hands out there. The rest of you must be BAD PARENTS.)
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All Compassion is Local
I recently dipped a toe into the murky waters of politics. It’s not my gift. Continue reading All Compassion is Local
SpamSieve saved my life
From: ron@______.net Date: 11November2008 09:07:43 PST To: spamsieve@_________.com Subject: SpamSieve saved my life
Well, not really, but I thought you might want to hear a success story.
Let ’em Fail!
Imagine that a passenger liner, far out at sea, strikes an iceberg. The owners of the ship, with the government’s blessing, had removed the lifeboats to make the cruise industry more profitable. The ship is sinking, and thousand of passengers are in peril.
An Open Letter to 21st Century Insurance
Note: this page was attacked and defaced by a “reputation service.” This is restored from a version saved by The Internet Archive, so not all of the links work correctly.
Sigh. I’d been a happy customer of 21st Century Insurance (now apparently known as AIG Direct) for close to two decades, since back when they were “20th Century Insurance.” Lately, though, they’ve gone down the tubes. I’ve referred friends to Twenty-First Century who have recently reported that their customer service has become simply awful. Why do companies that spend time and money building up a reputation for good customer relations to suddenly decide to go bad? To make a quick buck, I guess.
Desert Heart
HIKING GOLDEN BROWN HILLS, sun dazzling, dry breeze hot I kneel before a great flat stone and, struck from behind I am surprised to find my heart on that stone, rhythmically Pulsing, wet, alive, dislocated, ugly It should be sterile, that heart, but it gathers chaff And grains of sand, wind blown, and tiny pebbles from The rock on which it beats. Its sticky wetness defies The dehydrating air, the desiccating sun, the drying dirt I pick it up, hurl it toward a sea that lies beyond The horizon. Borne aloft, it is a miracle that it plashes Out beyond the turbid, crashing waves and half sinks Half floats in the moist milieu, shedding sand and sticks Beating still, wet still, living still
— Ron – 16 Aug 2008
Second Night Spaces
Our second night together In not too many years Our love, so long enduring, So chaste and pure unless you count The thousand or so lascivious thoughts Coursing through my mind: O! to wake up more entangled Than entranced! But a treasure Such as ours is not so lightly Changed, and what pure bliss To wake to coffee, to walk, to dream, To reminisce of all those times When we stumbled, fell, Gave our hearts for breaking, Tortured our minds with questing, Laughed with sorrow, cried with joy, And we were here, each other, For each other, loving each other, Offering our arms in hugs That say it’s okay that we Don’t always understand. You, so tolerant of my mistakes, Must see in me something like The wisdom, beauty, courage that I see In you for each of one thousand five hundred Days and two nights. Can I -- dare I try? -- to fill a part of The “If I’m so wonderful...” empty Spaces over which you give lament? Dare I say what you might not believe, That you are still -- have always been -- My picture of not quite perfection? There still aren’t words, even in This “Precise, Extra-Fine” pen to Say what I have tried to know For fourteen hundred ninety eight Of fifteen hundred nights. In my dreams, I finally work it out On a porch, in an old rocker, By your side in the twilight -- But by then I have no empty space, And it need not be said.
— Ron – 08 Jul 1993
Every gun that is made…
“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children… This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.”
— Dwight D. Eisenhower, From a speech before the American Society of Newspaper Editors, April 16, 1953
profound changes
My car died a dramatic death last Saturday.