Health Care, Again. Forums, Demonstrations

Hello all:

It is the dawn, at long last, of a new age.  For the first time in probably forty years years I actually cheered about an American president.  It was amazing to watch so many millions coming to be part of the first Afro-American to become president.  I almost choked up with emotion when Obama spoke about how it is “not a matter of how big or small government is, but how it works.”  That was a beautiful slap at the Bushies.  

In Vermont, it is not working well.  Douglas is cutting back all he can, including Catamount Health Care and perhaps others as well.  While it has some galling rules and regulations, and it is quite expensive, it is still something.  People, like me, already teetering on the edge of no insurance, are petrified that they will lose it completely under “Governor Scissorhands,” cutting it to shreds.  It is about time to stand up and let them know that affordable health care is a human right and not a commodity solely for profit. It is more than time for a single-payer system.  

To help try to cure our sick health care system and bring about a single-payer system, I have joined the Vermont worker’s center on their Health Care is a “Human Right campaign.”  I wanted to ask how to post an announcement up on here about several upcoming events dealing with this issue on here.  Am sure that many here would be into it.  

Here’s the general run of the announcement: Public Forum at the old Labor Hall in Barre, on 29 January at 7:30 pm (refreshments, kid friendly, etc)to discuss the problems of our health care system.  There will be a number of speakers (I am one of them) testifying about their ordeal before a panel of various community leaders.  There will be a question and answer time afterward.  It could be quite lively:) This is also a prelude to help build support for a rally on May 1st at the statehouse for affordable, single-payer health care.  As someone that has been through our inhuman health care system, it is long past its time.  For more information about these two events please go to the Vermont Worker’s center website at www.workerscenter.org or call (802) 316-7827.

 

More Details from Inauguration Day (replaces “Live from the Mall”)

[Actually not by Jack anymore, although he did me the great favor of posting the first draft for me. — NanuqFC]

Thanks to tickets provided by the Inaugural Committee by virtue of my having been a member of the Electoral College for Vermont, I was 100 yards from the podium in front of the Capitol.

From the nearest-to-DC Arlington stop on the Metro (we left at 6 a.m.), it took us 3.5 hours to get to our seats, then another two hours to wait for the festivities to begin (temperature: 19 degrees). It was crowded, Metro stations closed as trains emptied near the Capitol, then re-opened. Some people with tickets who had started earlier than we did ended up not getting in to the ticketed area (capacity: 240,000 people, sitting and standing).

It was a genial and sometimes joyful crowd. Streets from Metro stations were wall-to-wall people of all colors and from all states, all heading in the same direction.

As Inauguration time neared, on the Jumbotron screen ahead and to our right, the soon-to-be-President was shown walking down a hallway in the Capitol building, looking perhaps a bit daunted by the tasks ahead, by the gift and burden of a people’s belief in his abilities to bring about what he has promised: change. Not afraid, not at all, but serious and in full recognition of how difficult it will be and of all the hopes and tears riding on his shoulders.

Occasional chants of “O-bama! O-bama! O-bama!” and “Yes. We. Can!” filtered forward from the mass of millions occupying the National Mall toward the steps of the Capitol. We turned around and saw a sea of red, white and blue as they all waved their flags. The Reflecting Pool was frozen solid enough for handfuls of people to venture out on it.

More details on the flip.

Aretha Franklin put soul into “My Country ‘Tis of Thee.” YoYo Ma and Itszak Perlman plus others despite the cold made John Williams arrangement of “Simple Gifts” sound special.

When Rick Warren began giving the “invocation,” my spouse and I stood up, turned our backs, and I raised my rainbow scarf in silent, non-disruptive protest of the man’s publicly expressed bigoted beliefs about marriage equality. There was not much reaction from the people around us. A 30-something woman sitting arm-in arm with a man about the same age smiled and nodded at us. An older black man with a long-lensed camera in the row right behind us said, “Protest all you want, but could you move a little that way so I can get this shot?”

Warren’s words were fairly predictable and not especially offensive, unless you were not a Christian — he made no space for anyone of any other religion to be part of his invocation, ending with what some Christians call the “Our Father” and others call “The Lord’s Prayer.”

Cheers greeted former Vice President Al Gore and former Presidents Jimmy Carter and Bill Clinton. The grassroots rabble on the Mall actually booed when soon-to-be-former Vice President Dick Cheney was wheeled onto the Capitol balcony in a wheel chair, and when George W. Bush finally showed up. Most people in our section did not boo and were willing to give at least the office its due and stood when the departing President was announced.

It was amazing to hear Barack Obama take the Oath. And in his inauguration speech he clearly repudiated the past 8 years of fear and fascism. It was being a witness, being part of the crowd, breathing the air, sharing the joy, smiling at strangers in hours-long lines, and having them smile back. Confessing to other first-time DC visitors and local residents alike that I had cried at my first close-up sight of the Capitol the day before. Best button: “I Was There! Barack Obama’s Inauguration” and variations on that theme.

One of my temporary flat-mates reported that the folks on the National Mall also booed Joe Lieberman (tough crowd!). Before she got out of the National Mall, the helicopter carrying FORMER President George Bush flew low overhead. The crowd sang to the departing W: “Na na nah na, Na na nah na, Hey, he-ey, goo-oodbye!”

It took 2 hours to get from our seats back to Arlington, and we were so cold, having stood and sat in the cold for 8-plus hours, that all we wanted was warmth, a bathroom, and some food, in that order. We watched the parade on TV.

Best close-up celebrity sighting: in the security line for over an hour a few people ahead of us stood actress Alfre Woodard. I went over to say how much I appreciated her work as a fan from Vermont. She asked where, and I gave the answer I give to anyone I assume hasn’t a clue about the state: “Up near the Canadian border.” “But where?” she asked again. “East of St. Albans, if you know where that is,” I said. “I know St. Albans,” she said. We wished each other the joy of the day and resumed our places in the slow ooze of the crowd toward the security gates. Also present (by report) in our section of seats: Actors Jamie Foxx and Haille Berry.

It was a most amazing day, and I am glad and proud to have been a part of it.

NanuqFC

The hope of a secure and livable world lies with disciplined nonconformists who are dedicated to justice, peace and brotherhood. – MLK, Jr.

Bonus celebrity sighting: Waiting to meet a friend outside Union Station on Wednesday afternoon, I saw Jesse Jackson headed into the station followed by a red cap pushing a luggage trolley.

President Barack Hussein Obama’s inaugural address

This is the prepared text as released to the media:

My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land – a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America – they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted – for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things – some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions – that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act – not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions – who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them – that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works – whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account – to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day – because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control – and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart – not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort – even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus – and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West – know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment – a moment that will define a generation – it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends – hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism – these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility – a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence – the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed – why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world…that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive…that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].”

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Happy New President Day!

These photos are from CSPAN.org:

Our New President taking the Oath of Office

People extend to and beyond the Washington Monument:

We watched the inauguration today with my 78 yr old father.

Dad and Mom had been great admirers of both Bobby Kennedy and MLK. Mom did campaign grunt work for Kennedy, stuffing envelopes, making phone calls. She had no political ambition, only a desire to bring about a more just world. If she were here today, to see her great hope come true, her heart would have melted with joy.

If she were here today, I’d say, “Here’s to you Mom! We did it. We finally did it.”

Inauguration Day Open Thread


[update]

[From Montpelier Vermont] —

From Montpelier, it was standing room only at City Hall to watch President Obama address the nation.  I’ve never imagined so many people crowding together in Montpelier, or anywhere else in Vermont, to see a television broadcast.

It felt like a celebratory 21st Century fireside chat.

Why Vermont Should Bond Aggressively Now

( – promoted by odum)

Lorber

We know we’re supposed to buy low and sell high. But somehow, fear often stymies our better judgment.

When housing prices were going through the roof, it seemed like the laws of economics no longer applied. Corporate wheeler dealers – particularly those banks and businesses operating outside of Vermont – pulled fast ones to leverage all sorts of assets to join the bandwagon. How could they go wrong?

Well, we found out the answer to that one. The bubble burst, as bubbles always do. Now, the future looks bleak. The stock market has crashed. Retirement funds have shrunk. Layoffs are commonplace. As a result, fewer people are purchasing goods and services.

But there’s hope on the horizon. If the Obama Administration succeeds in pumping $800 billion into our economy, there may be huge changes. To make such a gigantic investment, the federal government will need to print money faster than they’ve ever done before. It will likely yield not only new and vital jobs, but also significant and potentially massive inflation.

Inflation is not always bad; it also spells opportunity. But only for those who predict it, and act on it in advance. This is a chance to buy low and sell high – by taking three steps. First, issue long-term bonds to raise cash. Second, use the cash to invest in long-term projects that create jobs and build long-term assets for Vermont, like roads and bridges. Third, pay back the bonds when their value has declined, due to high inflation. This strategy is essentially what House Speaker Shap Smith proposed on Jan. 7, 2009.

There are skeptics to this bold plan. Some think wrongly that debt is always bad. Sure, you don’t finance a vacation through a home loan. But if you’re buying a house, or starting a business, a long-term loan may be smart. Likewise, in recessionary times, one of the best things a government can do is to increase the amount of money flowing through its economy. President Hoover disagreed with that notion, and history judges him harshly on his lack of economic engagement.

Add to the equation that Vermont has an AAA bond rating, the best in New England. Plus, our debt/income ratio as a state is lower than most states nationally. We have the room in our budget, we have the credit rating to make it a wise investment, the need is palpable, and the timing seems almost perfect.

If we issue bonds now and pay off our debt at times of high inflation, we will succeed in selling high and buying low. If done right, Vermont will grow jobs, strengthen our infrastructure, and be the better for it. Our only obstacle is overcoming our fear.

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Rep. Jason P. Lorber (D-Burlington) holds an MBA from Stanford and serves on the House Commerce & Economic Development Committee. www.friendsofjason.blogspot.com

Whites Only? No More, America is Finally Ready

(My 40th high school reunion is coming up this year.  I too remember scenes across the country like the ones Bob describes.  The images of racial hatred still burn in my mind’s eye.  Tomorrow we meet the dream I have had since I was 17-years-old.  May true equality follow in every venue every day. – promoted by Maggie Gundersen)

Fifty years ago today I was halfway through my sophomore year at WE Stebbins High, an almost completely segregated school in the almost completely segregated city of Dayton, Ohio, a town said at the time to be a southern city that happened to be north of the Mason Dixon line.

The school was “almost completely” segregated because it was located within a good Hail Mary pass of Wright Patterson AFB. I don’t remember exactly the reasons but we were told that because the school received federal funds for students who were military dependents that it had to be integrated.

“Integration” was accomplished by the admission of two young Black kids, The boy was named Sam. I remember because we became friends for awhile until the transparent racist displeasure of my little Quaker Grandmother became thick enough to keep him from dropping by. She wasn’t ready for a black president.

The girl’s name is beyond my atrophied powers of recall. I can see their faces though; both were exceptionally attractive, beautiful in fact, bright, “A” students (National Honor Society), and the son and daughter of Air Force Officers. They weren’t related, although they might have passed for brother and sister (to my eyes) and they knew each other from the Air Base (the Air Force at the time wasn’t a lot more integrated than my high school).

Their presence among the lower and middle class adolescent white children of factory workers, shopkeepers and lower level bean counting managerial types caused no great stir. There were no serious problems (to my eyes) other than an occasional racist taunt, or snub. Civility towards them was rigorously enforced. The powers that be paddled freely and often back then and the sting of that paddle and its humiliation was seldom sought.

I’m sure that Sam and what’s her name saw their experience of being the only “colored kids” among fifteen hundred white kids quite differently than I did but they seemed to smile through it. Again, “to my eyes.”

Dwight Eisenhower was the President at the time, Kennedy, (who would become my boyhood idol, surpassing Chuck Berry) wouldn’t announce his candidacy for another year. Elections in those days were still conducted with a degree of merciful brevity.

“Brown v Board of Education” was only five years in the past; the Civil Rights Act of 1964 five years in the future and Dayton was divided by a river. Black faces were seldom seen east of the river unless on the bus or wielding a rake and although I rode buses frequently I had little contact with and I think, no animosity towards them. In fact, in my budding “beatnik liberal,” barely formed, pre Malcolm and James Baldwin consciousness, I confess to finding them exotic if not damned “quaint”. Please forgive, if you will, my youth and ignorance (and that of my country).

Three years later I would be in the Marines, stationed in North Carolina which was definitely south of the Mason Dixon. I remember distinctly the first time I saw a “Whites only” sign. I remember it taped to the inside of a glass door at a cheap eatery near the base in Havelock. I had heard and read of such things so I was “aware” of them in the abstract but I still cringe today with the horror and embarrassment I felt at the overwhelming “reality” of that sign.

Having sighted the first of these crayoned territorial imperatives I soon became aware of them everywhere. Whites only, colored drinking fountains, walk up windows in the sides of cafes posted with “colored” signs; commerce it seemed was integrated, money changed hands across the racial divide but there was a wall to prevent any mixing at breakfast or lunch of actual people. We weren’t ready.

There was no “river,” no physical boundary, as in Dayton, yet the boundaries were everywhere, carried it seemed, in the minds and hearts of everyone, constantly instilled and amplified by reminders, abrasive edicts scrawled on cardboard or plywood, a ubiquitous ugliness.

A year passed; on November 22 1963 I was driving a jeep transporting a Captain from Camp Lejeune to a chopper base at New River. As we left Lejuene through a back gate we were stopped by MP’s and told to report immediately to our unit, that we were on alert status as the President had just been shot.

In the barracks afterward, watching the news reports from Dallas and the reactions from various regional factions among my fellow Marines I was to discover the depth of the shared ugliness that permeated us all and to get a whiff, a fleeting taste of the ugliness on our shared horizon.

Vietnam followed, in less than a year and a half I found myself along with thousands of others thrust into a racist war in a tiny and largely impoverished third world country where the signs were scrawled not on doors but on the sides of bombs and rockets, racism and empire were promoted and enforced with air dropped leaflets followed by fire and lead. We still weren’t ready.

Bad news, all this blood and death, the foul stench of hatred, of racial, religious and ideological detestation, all the baggage that we carried with us to the domino war, followed us home.

Home, to a maelstrom of protest, home to a country divided, a division as sure as a river but wide as a sea, home to flags waved and flags burned by two vastly different kinds of “patriots.”  

Martin Luther King was murdered in Memphis and the country blazed with a fire that had smoldered beneath the forest of tinder for a century, for two centuries.

If there were any hearts left unbroken by the murders of Jack and Martin they were demolished wholesale by the sight of Bobby Kennedy bleeding out his life on that grimy kitchen floor in Los Angeles.

That June evening I came out of the woods in northern California following a two week backpack in the Trinity Alps. The unimaginable silence and tranquility of those woods was rudely broken by the sound of my old truck and shattered forever when I reached the highway, turned on the radio and heard the news of Bobby’s murder. Welcome back to America.

We still weren’t ready.

Fast forward through the eighties, rebuffed in our resource war in SE Asia we cast about in Central and South America and finding no low hanging fruit with which to gorge the appetite of our ruling class, we turned our eyes eastward again settling on the world’s oil patch as the key to wealth, empire and power.

A series of business friendly, electorate immune presidents and two decades of corporate control finally brought about a perfect storm of conditions that were ripe for the election of the worst president and the construction of the worst government in the history of the republic.

War and more war ensued, with a single crime as excuse for an eight year pillaging of the public treasury and the greatest transfer of wealth from those who need it to those who already have it in anyone’s memory.

Deeply embroiled in two wars to the tune of a trillion dollars and thousands upon thousands of dead and wounded, incomprehensible numbers of homeless and destroyed, after having transformed large numbers of the population of the Middle East into reeling, traumatized vacant eyed refugees, who are probably reconsidering their initial reticence to sign up as suicide bombers, America, at last, set a record for the longest delayed reaction in history.

We, you and I, an impressive percentage of us, tossed out the representatives of the failed and ruinous ideas and policies of the reactionary conservative past and elected a different man, a black man no less, to be our president. Are we ready now?

I was impressed with us on election day as I was with him, but I ask again are we ready to follow this man? Are we ready to do more than follow, but to demand, to pressure, to push and prod him as well as the rest of government at every level and the opposition party to do all that will be necessary to move us away from the corrupt practices and sordid criminal behavior that led us to this nadir in our history?

I hope so. I’ve waited a long time to have something to believe in again, to have an America to take pride in again.

This is my 12th president, I’m not going to get too many more and I hope to hell we got this one right. For the record, I think we’re finally ready.

Oh yeah, for Sam and the lovely “what’s her name,” I hope you enjoy this inauguration as much as I will and I’m sorry about Grandma, she just wasn’t ready.

Bob Higgins

Worldwide Sawdust

Mission Accomplished

Mission Accomplished

Today is the final countdown for “Mission Accomplished”.  Tomorrow, when President Elect Barack Obama is sworn in as our 44th President, George Bush’s mission accomplished act will be over.

Last week in the middle of a snow storm, my 136-pound Bernese Mountain Dog Hobbes and I were out for a walk. He, of course, bounded through the snow to greet every long lost neighbor.  Hobbes has always liked one particular guy, from whom I have kept my distance.  While he seemed nice enough, I was quite sure he was a strong Bush Republican given his job with Mr. Bush’s newest and favorite federal agency.

I guess Hobbes is a better judge of character.  While this guy was petting Hobbes, I neighborly asked, “How’s work?” expecting to get some type of Bush style patriotic response.  

“You must be sad that President Bush is stepping down,” I said.  

“No, way!” he retorted.  “Let me show you my little buddy, and you’ll see.”  [Nah, it’s not what you think.]

But, you are right, when a male neighbor I barely know offers to show me his “little buddy”, I might have had cause for concern.  However, a female neighbor friend had also just arrived to visit Hobbes and join our conversation.  There is safety in numbers.  So we stood on the sidewalk with Hobbes chatting amicably while waiting patiently to meet my neighbor’s “little buddy.”

I thought I would fall over laughing as this 60-year-old federal agency employee returned with a 12″ GI Joe-style Dubya Doll.  He said, “Here he is, Mr. Mission Accomplished himself.  Look his middle finger is even up for the time he gave the finger to the press corps.”

“He only cost me $19.95 on a close out sale, so I couldn’t resist,” my neighbor guy said.  He elaborated that for only $20, he has been able to look Mr. Mission Accomplished right in the eye and tell him that his time is limited and soon we’ll have a real president.  

How fitting, Mission Almost Accomplished.

Winter in Vermont, I never know who I’ll meet, but I can count on the fact that it will never be George W. Bush, since Vermont is the one state he refused to visit throughout his presidency.  ðŸ™‚

 

American Cancer Society Takes on the Douglas Administration

I don't usually get to listen to the Mark Johnson Show, but I'm home today for the holiday so I'm listening to it online. Mark has great coverage of Vermont issues, so it's pretty much always worthwhile to catch his show, but today I'm writing about a spot I hear on the show.

It's the Vermont chapter of the American Cancer Society challenging the Douglas plan to cut funding and enrollment for Catamount Health. Leora Dowling, whose voice and story are heard on the radio spot, has also been on Vermont Public Radio, telling her story of needing cancer treatment, and yet running into insurance limits that left her over $20,000 in debt.

Most of us probably think of the Cancer Society, like the other disease organizations, as simply a charitable group. I think it's great that they're taking a stand to fight the cuts to Catamount and a stand for health care coverage for all Vermonters.

One footnote: every day one of Mark's features is a conversation with Ellen Ratner of the Talk News Service. It's not always Ratner, sometimes it's another of their correspondents (remember, I don't get to hear him every day). Still, I was pretty shocked this morning to hear that Mark's interlocutor was Bob Ney, former Congressman, Abramoff crony and convicted bribe taker. WTF?

Do you support the Governor’s proposal to increase property taxes ?

The Times Argus ran an online poll in the past two weeks asking:Do you support the governor’s proposal to overhaul the state’s education funding plan? Over one thousand people “voted” in the unscientific poll 53.1% yes and 39.1% no,7.8%didn’t know  .

An editorial today presents the issue in a clearer light and I think the paper could just as fairly now run a poll with a more direct question asking :Do you support the Governor’s proposal to increase property taxes ?

The  editorial on the budget finagling Douglas is attempting explains the ins and outs of an issue that has been complicated by Douglas’s fuzzy sales pitch. The paper states ….

He(Douglas)would drive property taxes higher by robbing the Education Fund of about $63 million. He does not call it robbing. In his role as governor, he is trying to balance the General Fund by diverting money now going to the Education Fund back to the General Fund. With less money in the Education Fund, property tax payers will have to make up the difference.  …..Douglas is following a demagogic path blazed by other Republicans in previous eras, using education as a whipping boy in hard times,imposing corrosive controls on education spending that ultimately undermine our schools.  It is what happened when a property tax cap in California transformed one of the nation’s best school systems into one of the worst.

The piece ends with the sad obligatory warning for Democrats not to be frightened. “The Democrats must not allow Douglas to frighten them into ill-considered legislation designed to protect them from the charge that they are not doing enough to curb property taxes.” This is no time to start talk of phasing in parts of this program when a simple no will do.Just say no ?

http://www.timesargus.com/arti…