Now I don’t propose that I have the answers but I do have my opinions, especially during this crazy election cycle and in what has become a nation in turmoil.
Last night, I was transported back to my teenage years, thanks to the minority members in the House of Representative with their 1960’s style “sit in,” of the well, on the House floor over the issue of common sense gun control and the “No Fly, No Buy” issue.
Not being a big fan, or follower of Donald J Trump, I must say that yesterday the GOP candidate for President made a great statement in his major speech attacking Secretary Hillary Clinton, “This election is about who runs the Country, the people or the politicians.”
With that being said, I must also state that I firmly believe that the Constitution was written to protect the minority from the majority, which will be a post for a later time.
Early this week, the US Senate defeated four bills, all concerning gun control and the “No Fly, No Buy” issue and all four failed along party lines and by using the 60 vote rule instead of the traditional governing of a democratic majority, 50 plus one.
Columbine, Sandy Hook, Charleston and Orlando mass murders have pushed the law abiding citizens, gun owners and not, to the brink of frustration on action.
In a CNN/ORC poll conducted from June 16th thru the 19th of 2016, some startling figures on how the overall public views and feels about common sense controls.
Here’s a look at a few of the poll results: 92% favor simple background checks; 54% favor a ban on assault weapons; 54% a ban on extended clips; 87% favor a ban on convicted felons and those with mental health issues and as for the “No Fly, No Buy” issue, 85% believe in a ban. Lastly, only 9% want to prevent gun ownership.
So, with this majority of peoples views being polled, the minority of Representatives in the House, unable to control the rules of that body, took action in the name of the people, as the majority party seems deaf to the will of the people, and a vote, or even discussion, on any issue concerning gun control was not to be forth coming.
One final note. Speaker of the House Paul Ryan last night showed, in dramatic fashion, who is running this country, the GOP political majority of the House and not the will of the majority of people.
Thank God for the House Minority.
Having been very neglectful in posting on Dare To Dream since last August, Saturday’s event, the death of Justice Scalia, has woken me, as well as many others, with a mighty shake and a loud “Oh My God.”
The course of the future of American law, social direction and political tenor, will be set for decades with the next nomination to the Supreme Court, no matter if appointed by President Obama or his successor.
Over the next days, weeks and months, Dare To Dream will explore the many possibilities of how America may be shaped and molded, and yes even changed, by this major event.
To say that generations of Americans will be affected is an understatement.
To me, the core of this debate will hinge around “civil liberties” such as voter rights; women’s rights; lgbt and black rights; money in politics and if the nation is finally pushed into a Theocracy by the conservatives.
So the debate begins and the stakes are monumental.
More to follow.
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.
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 200 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.”
Outside the windows, a feeding station is being attacked by Sparrows; Chipmunks; Grackles; Red Winged Black Birds; Blue Jays; several Silver Squirrels; a large Red Squirrel and a Pine Squirrel all nudging and jousting for feed.
Among these unruly critters is one lonely, timid and very beautiful figure, a Ringed Turtle Dove.
For the last six days, like clock work, this peaceful bird has shown up and tried to fit in with the clamor around it and each day I have anticipated its arrival like a child on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa.
Since the first day at the feeding station of this non-native Ohio bird, I have been a person in awe of its simple beauty, and worried for its welfare.
Among the 30 some variety of birds on the property, we do have a few Mourning Doves that have survived the Hawk that has nested nearby, so I could see the similarity yet this larger bird was far more striking in color and appearance.
I went to my guide-book and there it was, a Ringed Turtle Dove but the description left me concerned:
“Origin unknown; domesticated widely. Established locally in several Florida cities. Habitat is City parks..”
“Domesticated” meant that this beauty was now vulnerable to its new environment and the Ohio weather.
My Mom had always joked as I was growing up that I was the re-incarnation of Saint Francis and she kept that comment right into my adult life, so that part of my personality came rushing forth – how do I help this stranger to the wild adapt and survive?
My first day was spent calling the local naturalist, nature reserves and even the Akron Zoo but to no avail. I also spent the first day taking photos of our new “guest” and posted them on Facebook and Instagram, hoping that someone with more knowledge than myself might give me guidance on what to do.
Many thought the dove was beautiful, but like myself somewhat stumped on a solution.
After several days I received a phone call from a local naturalist asking if I could send him photos of the “bird”?
He went on to explain that Ohio has had new sightings of a breed of doves coming into the area called Eurasian Doves. I told him I was glad to do so, then hung up and off to the computer I went hoping that finally we could rest in the fact that this creature might survive.
After several days of waiting, and each day this beauty showing up, I received a much-anticipated email from the Summit Parks Naturalist.
The bird that has been coming to your feeder is a Ringed Turtle Dove as you suspected. It must be an escapee or one someone released. Unfortunately, since it is a non-native bird no rehabilitator will take it in. It is highly doubtful that the zoo or pet shops would have any interest in the bird either. Unless you are able to find someone who wants the bird, the best thing would be to feed it and let nature takes it course. I wish I had a better suggestion, but I don’t. It is a beautiful bird, so I would just continue to feed it and enjoy it while it comes to your yard.
I read the email and felt my breath shorten,
“…let nature take its course.”
That is going to be hard for me to do since I know that winter will soon be upon us and it can not survive.
Meanwhile, Bob and I have named our visitor simply, “Pretty Bird.”
Every day for the last five days this Ringed Turtle Dove has become a big part of our daily life.
Arriving early morning and disappearing at sunset.
As I write this post, I look out the window and there in the bushes peering back at me is this beautiful winged creature of nature that has brightened our daily life for the last week.
A creature that is a symbol of “peace and love” and now may I add for us, joy.
Guest Post: Steve Oravecz
Most political writers seem to expect GOP presidential candidate Donald Trump to self destruct. If he didn’t do himself in by claiming Sen. John McCain is no war hero, it is only a matter of time before he says something even more outrageous and plummets in the polls. Ruth Marcus in The Washington Post wrote on Thursday:
In the end, my confidence that Trump will fizzle comes from Trump himself. “You can’t con people, at least not for long,” he wrote in “Trump: The Art of the Deal.” “You can create excitement, you can do wonderful promotion and get all kinds of press, and you can throw in a little hyperbole. But if you don’t deliver the goods, people will eventually catch on.”
I’m not so sure about that. Right down to the bad hair, Trump sounds a lot like the late James A. Traficant of Youngstown, who was elected to Congress eight times before kicked out for taking a bribe. At the beginning, Traficant had some real populist credence. As sheriff, he refused to foreclose on steelworkers who had lost their jobs when the Youngstown mills closed. But as his career wore on, Traficant kept his seat by playing to the anger and frustrations of blue collar workers who saw their jobs move overseas as their way of life slipped away. His bombast gave him a reputation of telling it like it is, of standing up for the little guy and telling the fat cats to go to hell. Thanks to his billions of dollars and his celebrity status, Trump is Traficant on steroids.
Here is what Dallas Mavericks owner Mark Cuban said of Trump:
“He says what’s on his mind. He gives honest answers rather than prepared answers. This is more important than anything any candidate has done in years.”
Chris Cillizza of the Post wrote:
‘ “This guy isn’t afraid of anyone!,” you can imagine a Trump supporter saying. “He says whatever he damn well pleases!” ‘
People said the same thing about Traficant. So for all those waiting for Trump to flame out, recall that Traficant NEVER LOST until he tried to make a comeback after his prison sentence. Traficant’s career is littered with promises he never fulfilled. A Democrat, Traficant once voted for a Republican to become speaker of the house, ending any prayer he had of being an effective advocate for his constituents. But for the true believers, it didn’t matter. He still won. He was on their side. He was one of them. So don’t be surprised if Trump survives the attack on McCain just as Traficant weathered the vote for Dennis Hastert. As Cuban said,
“I don’t care what his actual positions are. … I don’t care if he says the wrong thing.” As long as Trump can keep people thinking he is the only guy telling it like it is, he will be a force in the GOP race for the White House.
The Confederate Battle Flag, or Flag of Northern Virginia, has drawn a lot of attention lately.
It even greeted the first black President on Wednesday with defiant people waving it on his Oklahoma trip to visit a prison.
People who have stated it’s a sign of pride, heritage and history are angry at the flag’s removal from the South Carolina Statehouse and other attempts across the South to remove its presence.
Many have stated that it honors those fallen family members who served the Confederacy.
It would appear that they overlook the inter-twining of slavery and treason in the history of that flag and the history of that rebellion.
I admit to having a different view and different perspective than they do — a view and perspective cultivated out of an immigrant Irish family that served its adopted Country in time of revolution and rebellion in the person of Edward Hand.
General Hand was Adjutant General at Yorktown, once Commander of Fort Pitt, Member of the Continental Congress, Doctor and Patriot.
He fought against tyranny and for freedom.
He fought against oppression and for liberty.
He fought to make a new Nation.
That’s pride, that’s heritage.
I have a different view and perspective on the Confederate battle flag that is cultivate by my Great-Great-Great Uncle who was an immigrant and settled in Pennsylvania with his English parents, married at 19 and fathered 4 children by the age of 26.
In the Civil War, he fought against tyranny and for freedom.
He fought against oppression and for liberty.
And he died at the age of 28 to preserve a nation.
David Greggs simple headstone marker states his name and the number 5735.
The life of Pvt David Greggs, Pennsylvania 142 A Infantry, Union Army, ended on 15 August 1864 in the notorious Andersonville Prison Camp, Sumter, Georgia as that Confederate Flag flew over his head.
Yesterday, Senator Rafael “Ted” Cruz announced that he is a candidate for President of the United States.
In September of 2013, I posted this article on my views about the junior Texas Senator.
I believe that this is a good time to re-post:
One of my favorite authors is Allen Drury.
In fact, he was the first “modern” author I had read outside of the classics.
That’s what happens when you grow up in a household where your Mother is an English teacher and Chaucer was her main field.
Drury wrote four fictional books that were based on Washington DC and politics.
I came from a family that was semi-active in politics, but very strong on opinion, and it was Drury’s books that gave me the “bug” for politics.
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