Well, this is one who won’t be watching.
Let’s face it, the modern debate isn’t a debate of logic.
For example, the Republican primary debate was more of a shouting match, a talk over your opponent and insult barrage than facts, figures and positions debate.
The Democrat primary debate may have been more fact and policy orientated but still lack that “old fashion” debate process and style.
All the hype leading to the debate seems to be an exercise in media marketing, journalistic one liners and sound bites.
Gone are the fact driven and fact oriented moderator and journalist.
Gone are the Murrows, Smiths, Kaltenborns, Cronkites and the many others who sought truth and fact.
I would hazard a guess that the majority of those tuning in Monday night will be watching like a NASCAR fan does a race, waiting with bated breath for that spectacular car crash.
Trump supporters will be relishing every put down, misstatement of facts and lies that their candidate puts forth as tho they were “Holy” written.
Clinton supporters will be touting her ability, her temperament and demeanor.
The moderator Lester Holt will simply channel worn-out and often over asked benign questions that we have all heard before.
In this Presidential election, it’s hard to think that anyone viewing the debate will have their minds changed from what they believed before the debate.
To me, I can’t fathom that there is a large segment of undecided voters still out there to be swayed after almost a year of this unbelievable election cycle.
So Monday night I will take a long walk, enjoy the company of my family and friends while having a stress free evening avoiding TV.
God knows I have many, many “pet peeves” and the older I get, the more I add.
My first major “pet peeves” are people who park in marked fire lanes when running into the grocery store or waiting for someone to come out of the store.
The second “peeve” is concerned with those who roll through stop signs as they drive on to another street or going through an intersection at a four-way stop.
I imagine in my mind these are the same people who tell their children to obey the law and support “law and order” but obviously not by example.
Yes I understand these are not major “crimes” but they are symbols of obedience to the principle of “law and order.”
After taking advantage of free tickets to our local Akron Zoo this weekend, I now have another “peeve” to add to my list.
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in mid September.
Crisp and bright but not hot.
There were many families taking advantage of the Sunday afternoon to tour the zoo and I thought that was great to see but that feeling was soon dispelled as we toured the exhibits.
My father would have been very dismayed indeed with what I saw was basic lack of parental controls on the multitude of children running about.
It wasn’t bad enough that as you walked about you had to watch that you weren’t bowled over by a speeding child running back and forth around your legs, you also had the deafening screaming and yelling at the animals at each exhibit.
Then add parents with strollers who seemed oblivious to people around them, or even standing at exhibits as they shoved their way to the front to view, and you have the ingredients for what would seem to be chaos.
I was also shocked at the lack of respect for the animals as little ones pounded on the glass at displays yelling as parents stood by silently.
After and hour or two the crowd thinned out and the zoo experience became less noisy and hazardous, but I still wonder if the lack of respect shown towards each other can’t be summed up in the simple fact of lack of respect for the animals, the simple gesture of pounding on the glass going uncorrected.
Are our future adults being shown by example?
Respect the animals.
Respect the humans.
Respect, dignity and courteous.
Isn’t that really the definition of “political correctness.”
This post was originally posted a year ago, 8/25/15.
I decided to re-post with some minor “tweaks.”
A language that I’m quickly finding is universally spoken and displayed.
A language that seems to unite and bind the world.
A language which needs only a camera, or cell phone, and the want to display the world as seen through one’s own eyes.
Granted it is one that I do not have a great fluency but one that I am practicing and perfecting.
One that has brought me in contact with others around the world who speak and display their own unique dialogue of the language that is photography.
Without knowing how to speak their native tongue I am able, with the help of the world-wide web, Instagram and Facebook, communicate my thoughts, dreams and the world about me by posting a simple photo.
From Milan, Paris or Cape Town, from Bangkok, Sydney or London, with a simple click on a heart or a like, people are in touch and “voice” their opinion of your craft, art or vision.
On Instagram I have watched with great anticipation the number of my followers, as well as those I follow, go from a dozen to nearly 400 and growing.
From all over the planet, their life and my life shared through the lens of a camera.
The language of a photo.
Truly, a photo is “worth a thousand words.”
“Should any political party attempt to abolish social security, unemployment insurance, and eliminate labor laws and farm programs, you would not hear of that party again in our political history. There is a tiny splinter group, of course, that believes you can do these things. Among them are…a few…Texas oil millionaires, and an occasional politician or business man from other areas. Their number is negligible and they are stupid,”
60 years later and the Grand Old Party has changed from a “number that is negligible” to a number that is far more substantial and I’m sure that President Eisenhower would still consider them “stupid.”
Two years later, the Republicans would write a document which became their 1956 election platform. That platform projected a lot of Eisenhower’s philosophy in a more social liberal nature of politics without abandoning their core conservative economic approach.
In 1956 I was ten years old and as I have often written on Dare to Dream, I grew up in a “follow the General anywhere” Republican family.
My Dad was a World War II vet and North Dakota farm boy who liked Truman and Eisenhower, so politics were a frequent topic of conversation in our household.
Political topics would range from the DFL, Democrat Farm Labor, to military expansion, so the ground work was built for my later life as an adult voter.
I must admit that I had never read or heard of the 1956 Republican Platform until recently.
Among them was one name who I have admired for a long time.
One who I have found to be a kindred spirit politically, Rachel Maddow.
In checking out her biography, I came across a quote that interested me in further research:
“I’m undoubtedly a liberal, which means that I’m in almost total agreement with the Eisenhower-era Republican party platform.”
That statement sent me off on a web wide search to find what I could consider to be the political “holy grail.”
So after a few key strokes and a couple of enters, there it was, The Eisenhower Republican Platform.
I read with fascination and wondered out loud, “where are these principles and ideals today?”
There are seven planks of the 1956 platform which should make a liberal’s heart race and passion soar:
1. Provide federal assistance to low-income communities;
2. Protect Social Security;
3. Provide asylum for refugees;
4. Extend minimum wage;
5. Improve unemployment benefit system so it covers more people;
6. Strengthen labor laws so workers can more easily join a union;
7. Assure equal pay for equal work regardless of sex.
It’s obvious that this 1956 document is a road map for the problems that plague us in 2016 and if politicians would take it to heart, take it to the people, it would register with great clarity and popularity.
“The legitimate object of Government is to do for a community of people whatever they need to have done but cannot do at all, or cannot so well do, for themselves in their separate and individual capacities. But in all that people can individually do as well for themselves, Government ought not to interfere.”
“In all those things which deal with people, be liberal, be human. In all those things which deal with people’s money, or their economy, or their form of government, be conservative.”
“The individual is of supreme importance. The spirit of our people is the strength of our nation. America does not prosper unless all Americans prosper. Government must have a heart as well as a head. Courage in principle, cooperation in practice make freedom positive.”
After several discussions, and emails, to a good friend, Steve Oravecz, former Political Reporter for the Warren Tribune, we were of the same mind, the principles and values proposed in 1956 have been lost to the “Alt-right’s” obstruction and contempt for all things “progressive.”
So General, 60 years later and tho the numbers in the GOP oppose progress are many, you are still correct in your assessment, “stupid.”
I use to fall in the latter but Donald Trump has made me reconsider my thinking on that statement.
Over the last several months, Trump has made several outlandish comments, attacks and vile statements, only after much media coverage, plus hoopla, restate his opinion with “…it was sarcasm.”
Stating that President Obama and Hillary Clinton “…were the founders of Isis” and Isis “MVP,” he came under a barrage of criticism, then and only then did he state that it was “…sarcasm.”
On another occasion, Trump invited Russia to “hack” Clinton’s computer system to find 30,000 deleted emails. Stating that the American Press would be interested and grateful.
That comment of hacking turned into what many thought was an invite for a foreign power to be actively involved with our “Political System” and most importantly, undermine our “National Security.”
After days of Trump surrogates trying to clean up the mess, which is a daily occurrence when Trump speaks, Trump heads for what he thinks is the higher ground and states, “…it was sarcasm.”
Now the crying baby incident.
In itself, this should have been just an off the cuff remark, but when added to all the other outlandish pronouncements and statements, is very telling into Trump’s nature and temperament.
Again after several days of media and “talking heads” claiming he was anti baby, Trump comes out with “I was joking.”
My opinion is that Trump lacks humor or wit.
I remember pictures of his stoic stare and demeanor at the Annual Press Corps Dinner, “Nerd Ball”, when President Obama poked his thin skin with real wit, barb after barb.
Geoffrey Chaucer wrote in 1390, The Cook’s Tale which is part of the Canterbury Tales:
But yet I pray thee be not wroth for game; [don’t be angry with my jesting]
A man may say full sooth [the truth] in game and play.
It simply means, “Never a truer word is spoken but in jest.”
Trump means what he says in his original statements and his “I was being sarcastic” is but “…game and play.”
Now it’s considered a “bedroom community” and an area stuck between two large Northeast Ohio cities.
One of the first things I did, upon moving in, was put up a bird feeding station in the back garden on the Eastern side of the house.
This single feeder was very visible from our sun-room where we could enjoy it while sitting at the desk working on budgets, household tasks, writing or just relaxing.
That single feeder brought me so much joy.
My Mother had encouraged my avid interest in photography and also knew of this growing love of birds.
She was responsible for giving me my first book on birds, which ironically arrived several day after her passing.
It was the start of my love affair with the birds, photography and our local wildlife.
Be it Spring, Summer, Fall or Winter, that little make shift feeding station was my pride and joy.
We now have 12 feeders with four feeding stations, North, East, South and West. Bird baths, several suet feeders and a Hummingbird feeder complete the extent of our endeavors.
Over the years we added brush piles, to go along with our wooded area, a small wading pond and last year we had the property declared a Wildlife Habitat.
At last count, we’ve listed 37 types of birds that have visited our feeders and or property. That includes those that stop, twice a year, during their migrating.
Along with the aviary, we have our resident Eastern Cottontail rabbits, one who has even become so use to us she will hop right up to us, chipmunks, raccoons and four types of squirrels, Silvers, Blacks, Reds and Pine.
Next year we are adding a Butterfly garden to complete the habitat.
I have been fortunate that my love of photography is now intertwined with my love of birds, or maybe I should say, all things nature.
The last several years has seen the addition of new cameras, lens plus photo apps, my own web site, all to enhance what started out as simple enjoyment of a single feeder from the sun-room window.
Dad was a cross between an Eisenhower, “follow the general anywhere” Republican, and a Harry Truman mid-west “show me” farm boy Democrat.
Mother was what you call a “Blue haired” Republican, mixed later in life with a Margret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan flair.
I started out my political life as an 18-year-old Barry Goldwater Republican and then in 1967, as I matured, I migrated to, what I’m sure my parents thought was the “dark side”, a Robert Kennedy Democrat.
In 1972 I formally became a Democrat and voted for George McGovern. My changing parties caused a bit of a stir among my parents and their friends, plus the small mid-west Ohio town where I was living, for everyone knew everything about everybody.
Over the years I have found myself voting for an occasional Republican along my political journey, like supporting John Anderson and Bob Dole for President and George Voinovich for Ohio Governor, then for Senator.
In 2004 I found myself actively engaged in local politics and was even bold enough to put my name in the hat as an elected Alternate Delegate to the Democrat Convention in support of John Kerry.
To my surprise, and delight, I was given the opportunity and honor, with the help of many old-time local Democrats, to win and attend the DNC in Boston.
After the 2008 Republican Convention, I wrote a Dare To Dream post that the GOP Party was “no longer the political party of my youth or the GOP Party of my Father and Mother.”
Now, after spending two very late night weeks watching both 2016 conventions, I feel as tho both the Republican Party and the Democrat Party have switched places. Sort of a political “Freaky Friday.”
The Republican convention can only be described by me as a hall filled with Oliver Cromwell Puritan types, dressed in black and stoned face, yelling a sort of burn the witch hate speech with “lock her up.”
Gone was any resemblance to the Republican Party I knew as a youth. No more the “blue haired” country club party of dignity or the party which waved the flag proudly and saluted the future as one with “American Exceptionalism.”
Then all of a sudden, that “American Exceptionalism” was alive a week later in Philadelphia, disguised and calling itself a Democrat.
The Republican nominee, after the second night of the Philadelphia gathering, even tweeted:
Not one American flag on the massive stage at the Democratic National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. Pathetic
Trump must have been surprised, tho no tweets to take claim he forced them to do it, when on Thursday night, a sea of flags, small and large appeared waving among and over the delegates.
Speaker after speaker bringing the point home that “America was already great” but we could be greater yet.
Military men and women, of all ranks, proudly standing on the stage with the chant of U S A echoing through the rafters, declaring that “American Exceptionalism” was alive and well.
Alive and well, and it was at home in the Democrat Party of 2016.