- Jerry Brown has been a permanent fixture of the State Government infrastructure even before he became governor way back when. He is, in no small measure, responsible for the fiscal mess the California has become. It's time to retire Jerry. Send him home and put Whitman in. It needs the intuition of a woman to clean-up the mess.
- Boxer's most notable accomplishment has been to rename buildings and streets, and facilitate immigrants' documentation processing towards a green card for all of 18 years. That's 3 full Senatorial terms. It's about time to give another woman a shot at representing California in the National Polity: send in Carly Fiorina, you'll all be the better for it.
- As a matter of general sanity and intellectual hygiene, it's about time to seriously consider an Abortion Litmus Test: Any political aspirant for any office whatever which has leverage over fiscal policy and budgeting should be screened respecting support or opposition to government funding of abortion on demand. At a time when the national fertility rate barely passes breakeven only because of immigrant population who are less prone to kill off their offspring, it is unconscionable to have taxpayers' (some of whom are definitely against abortion) money be allocated to kill off the nation's future.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Reflections and Condolences
No words bedeemed e'en halfway adequate
Echo of such event unfortunate
When one beloved through the threshold pass
To leave the field resignedly for us
To reap the harvest from the seeds she'd sown
So from that harvest e'en more seeds be grown
So from the field yet be more harvest reaped
And through the seasons thus the field be kept.
No matter that she may behold no more
All those blossoms she so enjoyed before
It is for us to let the flowers grow
And of our best endeavors to bestow
That of her virtues we may dare extend
Of the shortcomings amply make amend.
If through our days we can this task sustain
She shall not have been in this field in vain.
Let tears flow free now to our sorrows' vent
Sad thoughts are lighter made if by tears spent;
Receive the cheers that whosoever sends
Sorrow is lighter made if shared with friends.
May the lines that hereinunder follow
Which, mine wanting, from the sage I borrow
Be of help to mitigate the sorrow
As we face the yet uncharted morrow:
"Many we love the loveliest and the best
That Time and Fate of all their vintage prest
Have drunk their cup a round or two before
And one by one crept silently to rest;
"And we, that now make merry in the room
They left, and summer dresses in new bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the couch of earth
Descend ourselves to make a couch for whom?
"So make the most of what we yet may spend
Before we too into the dust descend
Dust into dust, and under dust to lie
Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and sans end.*"
*Quotation is a modified rendition to E. Fitzgerald's
translation of Omar Khayyam's Rubaiyat
Original: New York City, April 6, 1987
Revisited: Rocky Point, NY December 23, 2007