Once again, the fall season has arrived in the rockies. The shadows are long and lazy, the days are hot, the evenings cool, and the elk up in the high country are "rutting",otherwise known as mating. Fall here is much more like summer than summer usually is. The temps rise, and the rain and thunder storms stop. The weather seems to stabilize,as though it's grown weary. Having burned itself out, it simmers on low---until its flame sighs, and winter reclaims the land. There will be no sign of summer and the starkness and early dark evenings can dampen the spirit. Have we been forsaken? Left alone? The leaves, so golden now, blow away, the flowers finally surrender their beauty to the below freezing nights, and the grass slowly turns yellow, then brown. Most of us put on our snow tires, pull on our boots, and crank up the heat. The winter air gets so dry and devoid of humidity here 5000 feet up, that eye drops and lotion are a daily ritual. In spite of that, it is a lovely time of year, the native Aspen trees blinding the eye with their copper colors. But for me, it gets harder and harder to say good-bye to summer. I will miss it, and wait impatiently, like a lover waits, impatient and longing for one more summer and the embrace of warmth and high joy that only lots of sun and outdoor activities can deliver.
There can be comfort in extreme cold. It requires fireplaces, warm, cuddly clothes, down comforters, hot chocolate, and cozy evenings spent with family and friends warming the nights with friendship and love. There is also a sort of heartiness that is born of getting through a tough winter---one takes it on, deals with it, and even makes friends with it. At the end of a 4 below freezing day, after you've made it home over icey, slushy streets, you feel like a survivor of the first order. There are, of course, people who not only tolerate, but worship winter---they are called skiers and they can't wait for snow and cold. We have a neighbor who drives almost every weekend to Telluride, which is a 6 hour drive, so that he can experience the rush of a downhill run. This is indeed world class ski country, and snow is the skier's sunshine and the ski industry's manna from heaven. I wish I shared their enthusiam---but I don't. I used to ski until another skier hit me broadside, and practically knocked my lights out, then skied full speed away. That was my last down hill run.
So, here we are again, facing one more winter---actually, it's not so bad. Next month, I'll put out the Halloween decorations, fill the porch with pumkins and mum plants, bake a pumpkin pie, and invite someone over for a chili supper. Summer will once again be a memory. The good news is that, unlike some things in life, summer always returns. The question becomes, as one becomes older---will we? Will life go on as we know it, or will we move on like the worn leaves? I will miss summer.
Last year at this time, we had already had a snow storm. This September has un-summerly brought 90 degree days. Perhaps it won't leave us after all---maybe she likes it here. You never know---global warming may be turning everything upside down. But wait--now they're saying that global warming wasn't quite as severe as we had been led to believe. What's up with that? Was Al Gore and his movie, "An Inconvenient Truth" not the truth? Was it all a sort of rush to judgement in order to save the planet from--- a hunch? Or, cynically, one wonders, to line the pockets of those who would profit from all the new energy requirements? Oh, but they were so sure--and "they" were some of the world's top scientists---but, alas, also very human, subject to error and premature eagerness to conclude without all the facts. Like Stephen Hawkings, acclaimed physicist and famous author of "A Brief History of Time", who is now claiming the universe did and does not need a God or any kind of intelligent design in order to begin out of nothing but nothingness,they preach loud and authoritatively what they believe. Our existence according to Mr. Hawkings and his ilk, just happened as a result of a series of events. Oh, Mr. Hawkings, that's even harder to believe than global warming--or that there's a God. Are you sure you're not falling victim to a bit of hubris? In other words, what you can't fathom, you simply deny? Well, it's your business, but I think I'll err on the side of a divine possibility. What if what we can't explain or comprehend may simply be too profound and complex for even top scientists to wrap their minds around? Amazing and humbling thought, but possible. If there is a God, He must wonder at times if He may have made just the tiniest of mistakes by giving us a brain capable enough to survive, and even thrive----but not enough to understand for certain that He exists. But it seems He did not want puppets or robots of his creation, marching like wind-up toys to his wishes. and so He gambled that we would "see the light" from the evidence all around us. Faith is the operative word. But faith requires suspension of human logic sometimes, and the human brain rejects that concept---unless faith enters the heart. It is after all, a brain, not a soul.
The seasons remind that there is a time for living and a time for dying---but that even in the face of death, there is hope for re-birth. The elk know that for sure. I love summer, will enjoy the fall, endure another winter, but live for next spring, when life begins all over again. Stephen Hawkings or not, watching a tree lose its leaves, become nothing but a spray of dead branches, then bud and bloom full and leafy once again, is proof enough for me that all things are possible. We are not alone---the universe is not one big accident, nor are we. We are part of a much bigger picture---too big to fail, one might say. And much too big and marvelous to dismiss as coincidence. The autumn leaves may fall, along with temperatures, and snow. Listen to it all one quiet day---and consider that there is no end and no beginning---just the stream of life. Don't know about you all, but I choose to believe we are part of that stream, which will someday reach its destination---where it's spring all year long and summer is the zenith and the beautiful bow of a great and wonderful gift, the giver of which is known in some circles as the Alpha and the Omega--the first and the last ---or God.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
THE REUNION---TOO MANY YEARS TO TELL LATER
I used to love high school reunions. It was fun to see the old gang, catch up on their stories, and take a short walk down memory lane. It was a good way to see how far we had come, and at the same time reconnect with what we had once been, for better or worse. There was always a party buzz, and a feeling that we had grown up, made it to the other side of school to careers, marriage, and family. Yessir, look at us now----ain't we somethin'? And we were still on the move--miles to go and many promises to keep.
But as time goes on, reunions become less jovial and more nostalgic. The "old gang" takes on a much more literal meaning. Suddenly it seems, there is a sea of grey-haired older people--mostly men--curiously, women do not turn grey---hm-m-m-m But all the faces are lined with age and living. The stories are not over,but they are well on their way, and the plot lines are in most cases fixed. Many miles have been traveled, promises have either been kept or broken and most folks are living what they have wrought. Peggy Lee, the famous singer, once sang "Is That All There Is? " Well, this may not be all there is, but to quote another phrase, " what is, is". Most of us have climbed our mountains, chased our dreams, and settled in to enjoy the rest of the ride. We may not be "somethin" anymore, but we don't care ---we like us just fine the way we are, thank you very much. Age does have its compensations---less self consciousness is one of them.
Last week I went to a multi-class reunion---the classes dated back to 1940. Upon walking into the cavernous dining hall, I felt suddenly out of place and out of body---how could I possibly belong to this group of people wandering about, looking at all the memoralbilia laid out upon tables---photos, trophies, year books, all echoing down through the years and testifying that once upon a time we had all been connected one way or the other. I felt nothing---it had been too long ago and far away. Yet, one by one, I began to recognize this person or that one. A tall, nice looking stranger suddenly appeared, smiling knowingly at me while I tried to read his name tag. Before I could do so, he spoke my name, and then his. Finally I remembered, and as always happens to me at reunions, the years fell away from his face, and I saw before me the handsome, tall boy who had once taken me out a couple of times. We chatted a minute or two, before running out of things to say, then both of us drifted off to others. I felt the same as I had so very many decades earlier---he was nice, attractive, and even fun to be with---but nothing beyond that. I would imagine he felt the same way. Some things never change. It always fascinates me that two people who knew each other long ago, can reunite years later and feel an attraction that did not exist earlier. For me, my first impressions generally are very long lasting and accurate. But was I flattered that an old boyfriend still remembered me? Damn straight. As I said, some things never change.
As I cast about looking for more familiar faces, I found a few, though not many, as most of our class did not attend this particular reunion. Perhaps they were wise---as this one was held not exclusively in our honor and so did not hold the usual allure and magic of previous reunions---that feeling of having traversed backwards to the place where you are allowed to be young again. It simply did not happen this time---this reunion made me feel old and somewhat displaced--strange,because we were the youngest class there! But observing the older alumni was like going back to the future---they were what we would soon become---older yet.
I did not return the next day for more of the reunion festivities. I was done looking backwards--or too far into the future. There were too many missing people and their absences were making me feel sad and lonely. One of the missing was from our class, and was a beloved man, having become a naturalized citizen after immigrating here from Europe while we were all in high school together. Everyone knew and admired Henry and his love for this country. He had gone on a boat fishing trip when he suffered a heart attack, fell from his bunk and severed his spinal cord. He had planned to come to this reunion. Now, his life hung in the balance while we all gathered to celebrate our shared history. Henry had planned to be there with us---and in a way he was, as the news spread about his dire circumstances. He died the next day. The master of ceremonies of the reunion had spoken of Henry in his opening remarks, and included him in a prayer--but then the school band, paradoxically, and on cue, began to play; and the cheerleaders danced their jive as if to say, "O.K., he's gone, too bad, so sad, but let's give a cheer, anyway!" They were just beginning their journey and knew nothing of Henry--- they will learn soon enough about good men and sad good-byes. And they will feel as we did---that each time one of your own dies, he leaves a void and takes part of us with him.
For those of you still young enough to go to early-on high school reunions, go and enjoy---strut your youthful stuff and ring those bells---before they begin to toll for a different reason. The old gang will become just that, and you will start to lose some of the them. So for now, take time to listen to their stories, enjoy their company, but don't linger too long in the past--- it can be an aphrodisiac, beckoning you to not only stay too long, but to yearn your youth. It's over, and while wonderful for many of us, was only a temporary place along the way,shaping and preparing us for the future. Keep moving forward, with just an occasional glance back to the "good old days". Because the only good old day, we have is this one. Right, Henry? Hey, Henry---just for the record---you really were somethin'!! Happy fishing up there!!!
But as time goes on, reunions become less jovial and more nostalgic. The "old gang" takes on a much more literal meaning. Suddenly it seems, there is a sea of grey-haired older people--mostly men--curiously, women do not turn grey---hm-m-m-m But all the faces are lined with age and living. The stories are not over,but they are well on their way, and the plot lines are in most cases fixed. Many miles have been traveled, promises have either been kept or broken and most folks are living what they have wrought. Peggy Lee, the famous singer, once sang "Is That All There Is? " Well, this may not be all there is, but to quote another phrase, " what is, is". Most of us have climbed our mountains, chased our dreams, and settled in to enjoy the rest of the ride. We may not be "somethin" anymore, but we don't care ---we like us just fine the way we are, thank you very much. Age does have its compensations---less self consciousness is one of them.
Last week I went to a multi-class reunion---the classes dated back to 1940. Upon walking into the cavernous dining hall, I felt suddenly out of place and out of body---how could I possibly belong to this group of people wandering about, looking at all the memoralbilia laid out upon tables---photos, trophies, year books, all echoing down through the years and testifying that once upon a time we had all been connected one way or the other. I felt nothing---it had been too long ago and far away. Yet, one by one, I began to recognize this person or that one. A tall, nice looking stranger suddenly appeared, smiling knowingly at me while I tried to read his name tag. Before I could do so, he spoke my name, and then his. Finally I remembered, and as always happens to me at reunions, the years fell away from his face, and I saw before me the handsome, tall boy who had once taken me out a couple of times. We chatted a minute or two, before running out of things to say, then both of us drifted off to others. I felt the same as I had so very many decades earlier---he was nice, attractive, and even fun to be with---but nothing beyond that. I would imagine he felt the same way. Some things never change. It always fascinates me that two people who knew each other long ago, can reunite years later and feel an attraction that did not exist earlier. For me, my first impressions generally are very long lasting and accurate. But was I flattered that an old boyfriend still remembered me? Damn straight. As I said, some things never change.
As I cast about looking for more familiar faces, I found a few, though not many, as most of our class did not attend this particular reunion. Perhaps they were wise---as this one was held not exclusively in our honor and so did not hold the usual allure and magic of previous reunions---that feeling of having traversed backwards to the place where you are allowed to be young again. It simply did not happen this time---this reunion made me feel old and somewhat displaced--strange,because we were the youngest class there! But observing the older alumni was like going back to the future---they were what we would soon become---older yet.
I did not return the next day for more of the reunion festivities. I was done looking backwards--or too far into the future. There were too many missing people and their absences were making me feel sad and lonely. One of the missing was from our class, and was a beloved man, having become a naturalized citizen after immigrating here from Europe while we were all in high school together. Everyone knew and admired Henry and his love for this country. He had gone on a boat fishing trip when he suffered a heart attack, fell from his bunk and severed his spinal cord. He had planned to come to this reunion. Now, his life hung in the balance while we all gathered to celebrate our shared history. Henry had planned to be there with us---and in a way he was, as the news spread about his dire circumstances. He died the next day. The master of ceremonies of the reunion had spoken of Henry in his opening remarks, and included him in a prayer--but then the school band, paradoxically, and on cue, began to play; and the cheerleaders danced their jive as if to say, "O.K., he's gone, too bad, so sad, but let's give a cheer, anyway!" They were just beginning their journey and knew nothing of Henry--- they will learn soon enough about good men and sad good-byes. And they will feel as we did---that each time one of your own dies, he leaves a void and takes part of us with him.
For those of you still young enough to go to early-on high school reunions, go and enjoy---strut your youthful stuff and ring those bells---before they begin to toll for a different reason. The old gang will become just that, and you will start to lose some of the them. So for now, take time to listen to their stories, enjoy their company, but don't linger too long in the past--- it can be an aphrodisiac, beckoning you to not only stay too long, but to yearn your youth. It's over, and while wonderful for many of us, was only a temporary place along the way,shaping and preparing us for the future. Keep moving forward, with just an occasional glance back to the "good old days". Because the only good old day, we have is this one. Right, Henry? Hey, Henry---just for the record---you really were somethin'!! Happy fishing up there!!!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
SURPRISE!!!
Last week I turned another year older---ho-hum. I wasn't a bit surprised--but then, I never am. Birthdays come and go, but some are more important than others----this one was. Suffice to say, it was not my 30th. This particular one nailed down, firmly and irretrievably what I already knew--- I am definitely not getting any younger. And if I didn't know it before, my face decided to clue me in the morning after my birthday---there it was, another wrinkle in time staring back at me, as if to say---yeah, baby, you've come a lo--o-o-o-ng, long ways.
At what point do we accept our mortality? I can remember clearly the day I realized I was not going to live forever---in fact, it suddenly hit me that nobody was---everyone on the planet---poof!---gone someday. I think I was about 10 when that unsettling epiphany dawned on my consciousness. OMG---this is not good. There must be a different way. And spiritually, there is, but I wasn't looking for harps and heaven back then. Slowly, I accepted what we all must--that nothing lasts forever---including us. What a pity--but then, my 90 year old mom would disagree. She says she's ready to make her exit---I just don't believe it. She still loves to party as much as I do. Funny thing is, looking back on it all, I only remember a few of the parties.
When I was five, I had a great birthday party--it wasn't a surprise, but I still remember the kids, the dress-up clothes, the presents, the attention. What a great idea---birthday parties! What better reason to party than to commemorate the day one became alive and part of this grand and glorious experience. Okay, so I didn't think like that when I was five, but I do now---and I knew then that there must be something very special about birthdays---even though we seemed to have little to do with being born. Then I finally heard someone say that we should be proud of ourselves,just for being here---because even as sperms, we proved to be stronger and more determined than all the other sperms that tried to make it through!! An "A-ha moment"!! And another reason for a party.
The next party I remember is years later,an attempted surprise party when I turned sweet 16---I somehow knew all about it, and had to feign surprise, but it was still fun and life was brimming over. It was the 50's---there were no drugs, no terrorism, no one out of 4 divorce rate. The only rock and rolling we did was at the local Skate Ranch, and "cool" was a word used only to describe the weather. Didn't matter--we had no wish to be "cool"---just cute, clever, or smart. And if you were a girl and had just one black skirt with a pink poodle adorned upon it, all was well with the world. If you were a guy, all you needed were white buck shoes or a duck-tail hair cut. If you had both, then---you were "cool" before "cool" was "cool".
When I turned an age that some people might call "older", suffice to say, even more emphatically, it was not my 30th, or my 40th, or--- my girl friends who also love to party, and gleefully remind you that you're getting older, and not necessarily better,invited me to a restaurant dinner birthday celebration. Naively thinking they would surprise me and to pay homage to my love of theatre, they planned to show up in Groucho Marx sunglasses, noses, and mustaches. But once again, I somehow knew this, and instead surprised them by strolling into the restaurant with---a little old lady wig of platinum gray tiny curls, black leather pants, vest, boots, cut out gloves, jaunty cap, and a dog-collar chain necklace---my version of a biker's babe--the new "little old lady" look. The look on their faces was a gift that still shines in my memory today.
Last year was another memorable birthday and what some people might refer to as a definite sign of "old". Having given up on anyone ever surprising me, I helped throw a party, group style, for my entire high school class. It was comforting to share the long years with others, but the number we were celebrating wasn't lost on me---time was moving on, and we with it. I asked everyone there to share any words of wisdom they may have gained through the years---"Live with an attitude of gratitude" is the one I most liked. But no one, including me, said anything about surprises (happy ones, of course) being one of the best ways to stay young! To be surprised is to feel energized, and to be the surpriser is to feel even better. Unexpected flowers, candy, visits, phone calls, all fall into this category. Never under estimate the power of tangible or spoken good wishes toward another---we are after all---people who need people! Thank you Barbra Streisand---
In between all the parties, the milestones,the other birthdays seem to blur together into one happy song---happy birthday, happy birthday,----we love you, my friend, my daughter, my sister ,my grandma, my mom, my wife---I loved them all back. And as the candles flickered on all the cakes, I always made the same two fervent wishes ---"Please don't take me from them too soon". And the most important one of all---"Don't even think about taking any of them from me--ever."
My life has had its moments of joy and sorrow, but those two requests have been granted--and so I count myself most fortunate, and will take whatever comes with the rest of the ride---wrinkles and all. That was the bargain I made---keep them all safe, and I'll accept anything else. I'm ready for the next curve in the road---I like curves. Curves keep us on on our toes and make the journey more interesting. Sometimes they hide something wonderful, and other times something deplorable or devastating. But it's the price we pay for the ride we take. I'm taking my chances, hoping for the good stuff--and holding on to my jaunty cap.
Now,as sit at an age I could never fathom when I was five, I can only think of how fast it has melted away---I want to hold the present in my hands a little longer and slow the whole experience down. I want to savor, smell, stare, soak it all up a little more. When asked this year what I wanted for a gift---I could think of nothing---except time. But there is just one other small thing I really, really would like--- a real surprise birthday party----maybe next year. Sometimes surprises come in cards. This year, one of mine from a friend said, "Happy Birthday, Fabulous!" Of course, I loved that card, especially since I had just been feelin' it--old, that is; and suddenly I felt--- well, fabulous! And surprised!!
At what point do we accept our mortality? I can remember clearly the day I realized I was not going to live forever---in fact, it suddenly hit me that nobody was---everyone on the planet---poof!---gone someday. I think I was about 10 when that unsettling epiphany dawned on my consciousness. OMG---this is not good. There must be a different way. And spiritually, there is, but I wasn't looking for harps and heaven back then. Slowly, I accepted what we all must--that nothing lasts forever---including us. What a pity--but then, my 90 year old mom would disagree. She says she's ready to make her exit---I just don't believe it. She still loves to party as much as I do. Funny thing is, looking back on it all, I only remember a few of the parties.
When I was five, I had a great birthday party--it wasn't a surprise, but I still remember the kids, the dress-up clothes, the presents, the attention. What a great idea---birthday parties! What better reason to party than to commemorate the day one became alive and part of this grand and glorious experience. Okay, so I didn't think like that when I was five, but I do now---and I knew then that there must be something very special about birthdays---even though we seemed to have little to do with being born. Then I finally heard someone say that we should be proud of ourselves,just for being here---because even as sperms, we proved to be stronger and more determined than all the other sperms that tried to make it through!! An "A-ha moment"!! And another reason for a party.
The next party I remember is years later,an attempted surprise party when I turned sweet 16---I somehow knew all about it, and had to feign surprise, but it was still fun and life was brimming over. It was the 50's---there were no drugs, no terrorism, no one out of 4 divorce rate. The only rock and rolling we did was at the local Skate Ranch, and "cool" was a word used only to describe the weather. Didn't matter--we had no wish to be "cool"---just cute, clever, or smart. And if you were a girl and had just one black skirt with a pink poodle adorned upon it, all was well with the world. If you were a guy, all you needed were white buck shoes or a duck-tail hair cut. If you had both, then---you were "cool" before "cool" was "cool".
When I turned an age that some people might call "older", suffice to say, even more emphatically, it was not my 30th, or my 40th, or--- my girl friends who also love to party, and gleefully remind you that you're getting older, and not necessarily better,invited me to a restaurant dinner birthday celebration. Naively thinking they would surprise me and to pay homage to my love of theatre, they planned to show up in Groucho Marx sunglasses, noses, and mustaches. But once again, I somehow knew this, and instead surprised them by strolling into the restaurant with---a little old lady wig of platinum gray tiny curls, black leather pants, vest, boots, cut out gloves, jaunty cap, and a dog-collar chain necklace---my version of a biker's babe--the new "little old lady" look. The look on their faces was a gift that still shines in my memory today.
Last year was another memorable birthday and what some people might refer to as a definite sign of "old". Having given up on anyone ever surprising me, I helped throw a party, group style, for my entire high school class. It was comforting to share the long years with others, but the number we were celebrating wasn't lost on me---time was moving on, and we with it. I asked everyone there to share any words of wisdom they may have gained through the years---"Live with an attitude of gratitude" is the one I most liked. But no one, including me, said anything about surprises (happy ones, of course) being one of the best ways to stay young! To be surprised is to feel energized, and to be the surpriser is to feel even better. Unexpected flowers, candy, visits, phone calls, all fall into this category. Never under estimate the power of tangible or spoken good wishes toward another---we are after all---people who need people! Thank you Barbra Streisand---
In between all the parties, the milestones,the other birthdays seem to blur together into one happy song---happy birthday, happy birthday,----we love you, my friend, my daughter, my sister ,my grandma, my mom, my wife---I loved them all back. And as the candles flickered on all the cakes, I always made the same two fervent wishes ---"Please don't take me from them too soon". And the most important one of all---"Don't even think about taking any of them from me--ever."
My life has had its moments of joy and sorrow, but those two requests have been granted--and so I count myself most fortunate, and will take whatever comes with the rest of the ride---wrinkles and all. That was the bargain I made---keep them all safe, and I'll accept anything else. I'm ready for the next curve in the road---I like curves. Curves keep us on on our toes and make the journey more interesting. Sometimes they hide something wonderful, and other times something deplorable or devastating. But it's the price we pay for the ride we take. I'm taking my chances, hoping for the good stuff--and holding on to my jaunty cap.
Now,as sit at an age I could never fathom when I was five, I can only think of how fast it has melted away---I want to hold the present in my hands a little longer and slow the whole experience down. I want to savor, smell, stare, soak it all up a little more. When asked this year what I wanted for a gift---I could think of nothing---except time. But there is just one other small thing I really, really would like--- a real surprise birthday party----maybe next year. Sometimes surprises come in cards. This year, one of mine from a friend said, "Happy Birthday, Fabulous!" Of course, I loved that card, especially since I had just been feelin' it--old, that is; and suddenly I felt--- well, fabulous! And surprised!!
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
PRESIDENT OBAMA'S OVAL OFFICE SPEECH---"A REAL NON-PAGE TURNER"
Last Tuesday night President Obama greeted us from the Oval Office to herald the end of the war in Iraq. If soaring rhetoric has been this President's trademark, this speech was no example. It barely left the ground in terms of inspiration or even gravitas. Wooden, somber, and dull, President Obama almost expressionless, went through the motions of announcing the exiting of our combat troops from Iraq--- "turning the page", as he so unemotionally put it. There were many references of tribute and thanks to our troops, but little said about success or victory. He perfunctorily mentioned President Bush, but only as an almost ridiculous and insulting aside, and certainly no respect or congratulations were extended. Nothing was said about the military "surge" which Bush ordered and which was highly successful in bringing the war to an end, and which Obama himself is now using against the war in Afghanistan. Nor was anything at all mentioned about the Iraqi people being freed from a vicious dictator and now being allowed to build their own democracy for the first time in their history.
The merits of this war have been discussed, sliced, and diced since it began, and there will perhaps never be a consensus on whether it was the right thing to do. We will never know what may have transpired had we not taken Hussein out. But the fact remains that in a very difficult time, George W. Bush, given the information he had to work with , made the excrutiating decision to go to war---he led, as he was elected to do. It must be remembered that this happened only after both Congress and the United Nations had agreed and approved this action. It should also be noted that Saddam Hussein was given plenty of opportunities to change this course of events. He refused, time and again. President George Bush has been criticized unmercifully, crucified politically, and deemed a murderer, Satan, and almost a pariah for doing what he was elected to do--he made a decision, routed out a possible terrorist haven, and kept us free from further terrorism attacks. The man deserves more than a passing comment about his patriotism. He did not lie, manufacture reasons, or deliberately deceive. Say what you will about George Bush, there was nothing in his background or in his character to suggest that he was diabolical, manipulative, or dishonest. He did what he thought was best for the country at the time---just as President Obama has done with many of his controversial decisions since taking office.
The speech that Obama gave on Tuesday did nothing to make this country feel better about itself--we lost over 4000 of our men and women in that war, who fought for what many thought were just reasons. They and we deserved better than a President who acted almost like a petulant child who had been forced to acknowledge a victory, but who refused to do so, apparently pandering instead to his leftist supporters and his own stale line that somehow anything done under George W. Bush was wrong. That's been his predominant talking point since his campaign, and he's sticking to it---amazing, really, for such a smart man to be so uninventive. Any good salesman knows that even the best of pitches become tiresome and ineffective with over use and abuse. It is time for Obama to lose the blame game, the Bush bashing, and the stern "Father Knows Best" attitude. No one expected his speech last night to be one of celebration---that would have been inconsistent with his past declarations. But the lack of words such as victory, democracy, America's military might, or pride of country, left his presentation empty, graceless,depressing, and meaningless. We could have used just a little pat on the back and, if not a pep talk, at least a nod that we had accomplished something good. Instead he chose to concentrate on our faltering economy and even blamed that on the war in Iraq. He spoke of lessons learned as though somehow we had failed rather than won this war.
President Obama has a very tough road ahead of him. He must lead the way out of some very daunting and frightening circumstances. He was elected, in part, because of his charisma, his apparent ability to rise above pettiness, and his promise to be a president for all us, his countrymen, not an apologist, or divider of class or party. But his polls show him losing ground fast. It's not an easy task, to win over a country's heart, regardless of whether we agree with him on every decision. Obama could begin by becoming more neutral in his choice of words, and showing less partisanship. A country follows a President when they begin to believe that he, regardless of party connections, embodies and displays true love of country and its core ideals. Both President Eisenhower and president Kennedy seemed to succeed as men who rose above partisan conflict and became well admired by even those who disagreed with them.
In this very dire time, with his polls slipping and our confidence in him and our economy waning, President Obama needs more of us---and we need more from him. There is still time. It is said that "the office makes the man". We are waiting and hopeful---that this man will find the best in himself, will listen to the heart beat of America, and respond in kind. At present, it appears he is only listening to his Chicago politician instincts, which is to conquer all opposition, never give credit even if due, if it is in opposition to his goals, and power his agenda through, no matter what. This may have worked for him as a Community Organizer, but a whole different set of skills are needed --one with more humility, less arrogance, a little empathy. Obama must find and use them quickly or he will have learned lesson number one when leading as a CEO for this country----the people for whom he works, will decide to turn the page, rise up and have the last say. Those words could be "no more!" and the result may well be "a one term president".
The merits of this war have been discussed, sliced, and diced since it began, and there will perhaps never be a consensus on whether it was the right thing to do. We will never know what may have transpired had we not taken Hussein out. But the fact remains that in a very difficult time, George W. Bush, given the information he had to work with , made the excrutiating decision to go to war---he led, as he was elected to do. It must be remembered that this happened only after both Congress and the United Nations had agreed and approved this action. It should also be noted that Saddam Hussein was given plenty of opportunities to change this course of events. He refused, time and again. President George Bush has been criticized unmercifully, crucified politically, and deemed a murderer, Satan, and almost a pariah for doing what he was elected to do--he made a decision, routed out a possible terrorist haven, and kept us free from further terrorism attacks. The man deserves more than a passing comment about his patriotism. He did not lie, manufacture reasons, or deliberately deceive. Say what you will about George Bush, there was nothing in his background or in his character to suggest that he was diabolical, manipulative, or dishonest. He did what he thought was best for the country at the time---just as President Obama has done with many of his controversial decisions since taking office.
The speech that Obama gave on Tuesday did nothing to make this country feel better about itself--we lost over 4000 of our men and women in that war, who fought for what many thought were just reasons. They and we deserved better than a President who acted almost like a petulant child who had been forced to acknowledge a victory, but who refused to do so, apparently pandering instead to his leftist supporters and his own stale line that somehow anything done under George W. Bush was wrong. That's been his predominant talking point since his campaign, and he's sticking to it---amazing, really, for such a smart man to be so uninventive. Any good salesman knows that even the best of pitches become tiresome and ineffective with over use and abuse. It is time for Obama to lose the blame game, the Bush bashing, and the stern "Father Knows Best" attitude. No one expected his speech last night to be one of celebration---that would have been inconsistent with his past declarations. But the lack of words such as victory, democracy, America's military might, or pride of country, left his presentation empty, graceless,depressing, and meaningless. We could have used just a little pat on the back and, if not a pep talk, at least a nod that we had accomplished something good. Instead he chose to concentrate on our faltering economy and even blamed that on the war in Iraq. He spoke of lessons learned as though somehow we had failed rather than won this war.
President Obama has a very tough road ahead of him. He must lead the way out of some very daunting and frightening circumstances. He was elected, in part, because of his charisma, his apparent ability to rise above pettiness, and his promise to be a president for all us, his countrymen, not an apologist, or divider of class or party. But his polls show him losing ground fast. It's not an easy task, to win over a country's heart, regardless of whether we agree with him on every decision. Obama could begin by becoming more neutral in his choice of words, and showing less partisanship. A country follows a President when they begin to believe that he, regardless of party connections, embodies and displays true love of country and its core ideals. Both President Eisenhower and president Kennedy seemed to succeed as men who rose above partisan conflict and became well admired by even those who disagreed with them.
In this very dire time, with his polls slipping and our confidence in him and our economy waning, President Obama needs more of us---and we need more from him. There is still time. It is said that "the office makes the man". We are waiting and hopeful---that this man will find the best in himself, will listen to the heart beat of America, and respond in kind. At present, it appears he is only listening to his Chicago politician instincts, which is to conquer all opposition, never give credit even if due, if it is in opposition to his goals, and power his agenda through, no matter what. This may have worked for him as a Community Organizer, but a whole different set of skills are needed --one with more humility, less arrogance, a little empathy. Obama must find and use them quickly or he will have learned lesson number one when leading as a CEO for this country----the people for whom he works, will decide to turn the page, rise up and have the last say. Those words could be "no more!" and the result may well be "a one term president".
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