We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Eric asks Do you have the freedom to eat what you want? Of course not. Government gets to decide for you, thus simplifying your life and keeping you healthy for work on their tax plantation. Too bad there is no reliable prescription for a healthy diet, yet. And who would care anyway? I was raised on Cheerios, Fluffernutter sandwiches, TV dinners, and spaghetti from a can, and I turned out fine, 6'2", strong, slim, Conservative, and a highly intelligent chick magnet. I never saw a salad outside an Italian pizza restaurant when I was a kid. I thought salads were an Italian thing. My Dad called it "rabbit food," and he still will not touch it. He warns everybody eating a salad, without a trace of pc, that "the Mexicans shit in the fields."
Sweden: 13-months of Paternal leave? I can think of a fun way to game this so you'd never have to work until retirement age. Heck, why should guys have to work at all? We guys are mostly too cool to work. Too sensitive, too. God made us for lovin', fishin' and huntin'.
The O as Anglophobe. That is shameful. For all of her faults, she is America's Mother Country.
Now off to our special annual urban hike with pals and gals: Battery Park to the Cloisters (if we make it). With whistle stops at pubs along the way. Need good shoes and a good liver for this event. Broadway was the old Indian trail. One good thing about urban hikes is that you don't need to carry anything except a few bucks in your pocket. Another is that you can take the subway back home. Next year, I am considering handing out Maggie's Farm t-shirts for the hike, with a Farmall and a logo. Our group is around 25 people now, and we draw straws in advance for who gets to decide on the route. I was hoping for the end point to be Alexander Hamilton's farmhouse, but somebody picked the Cloisters.
The pastor said, “Okay…I’ll just come out and say it. (angry face) Instead of clicking a button and sending out some email information about the President…why don’t you spend 15 minutes praying for him?
Cain't resist replyin' to angry pastor, "Dinkus, Why?"
"Because it doesn't take that long to pray for atheists."
Unto the end, a psalm for David. The fool hath said in his heart: There is no God, They are corrupt, and are become abominable in their ways: there is none that doth good, no not one. Psalm 14:1
Santay ... In answer to your question about The Cloisters, it is a division of The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City. It's located in a remote setting in Fort Tryon Park at the very tip of Manhattan Island, on the Palisades [or cliffs] above the Hudson River. Hard to get to, but definitely worth the trip, The Cloisters houses the Museum's great collection of medieval art and artifacts.
It's a lovely setting and gives one some idea of how Manhattan Island, and the Hudson River looked before modern 'civilization' changed it forever.
Another trip [or trips] worth taking is a cruise down the Hudson River itself. The tall Palisades above the water are beautiful, and many of the early settlers of the area built handsome houses with gorgeous views on the top of the Palisades. Now that we're having the expected global cooling, you might take a winter trip to the Palisades and watch the ice-boat races.
If this sounds like a promotional brochure, it sort of is, since my mother's family came, many generations ago, from New York state, near Stottsburg, and from Long Island, before the Revolutionary War.
I suppose you could call me a 'displaced New Englander.' But not in front of my Texan husband.
Thanks Marianne, after my smarta** post I realized I really didn't know what the Cloisters was although I'd heard the name so I looked it up. You're right, sounds like an interesting place to visit. We've cruised the Hudson up around West Point so maybe we'll try the Palisades cruise next.
Stasi doctors? The Stasi were th state police and their network of informants under the East German workers' paradise, the one that needed minefields to keep the happy workers from landing in the hell of West Germany. This proposal is to essentially enslave the doctors under a single-payer plan even if that isn't how it's phrased.
As for legal methods of change -- the citizens all, not just doctors, should "petition the government for redress of grieveances", in this case before it happens, and to vote for better representatives. Your strike idea also works for me -- but I think the oil companies should get first crack at that. Shut down all gas stations 7 am to 7 pm some day.
If you are handing them out, I'll take a Maggie's Farm shirt with a Farmall on it, in XXL. I likes yer site! Even if I do believe that tractors are intended by God to be painted Agricultural Green, and Industrial Yellow.
Ithas always tickled me that Deeres are Agricultural Green, and Industrial Yellow; Olivers are Clover White, and Meadow Green; Minneapolis Molines, Harvest Gold; Allis Chalmers, Persian poppy; Case, Flambeau Red, and Sahara Tan, but Internationals are Red.