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.
The core institutions, ideas and expectations that shaped American life for the sixty years after the New Deal don’t work anymore. The gaps between the social system we inhabit and the one we now need are becoming so wide that we can no longer paper over them. But even as the failures of the old system become more inescapable and more damaging, our national discourse remains stuck in a bygone age. The end is here, but we can’t quite take it in.
The blue model is breaking down so fast and so far that not even its supporters can ignore the disintegration and disaster it now presages. Liberal Democrats in states like Rhode Island and cities like Chicago are cutting pensions and benefits and laying off workers out of financial necessity rather than ideological zeal. The blue model can no longer pay its bills, and not even its friends can keep it alive.
It's good to see California giving up on education fads. They should have ceased following fads in 1959.
I think this is great. For every social policy there should be a DMZ: let California be America's North Korea. They wish it, they will it, they want it; and I say let them have it. After all the damage dumb fads from California have caused, couldn't happen to nicer bunch.
Well, well, well--talk about daughter confusion! The author of this book seems to me to be doing a real service to all of us. My most recent experience with proms was as the front desk night manager. it was the most exclusive hotel in a large very liberal left coast city. Small boutique hotel with about 100 rooms. $150/dinner/person, etc.
On prom night I had these encounters:
1. Mom and dad show up around 2100hours worried, because the are afraid maybe their daughter is going to be coaxed into coming here with her date. I told them I could not reveal any of the names holding reservations, but they were welcome to wait in the lobby and see if she shows up.
2. At approximately 2300 hours I get a call from a mother warning me that if her daughter showed up and went to a room, the hotel would be sued.
3. After about 0130. In they come about 6 couples. Drunk, giggly, clothes half off already, shoes in hand, etc. Boys asking for keys, girls punching elevator buttons. Mommy and daddy, who are waiting in the lobby confront their daughter and that group (mom/dad daughter/date) leave as they arrived-- in separate cars with daughter crying and screaming.
4. One young man does not have a reservation in his name, and we don't have any spare rooms. I thought I would ease the load a little and turn these two away. WRONG! WRONG! WRONG! In about 15 minutes I get a call from a very irate MOTHER! The room reservation is in her (mommy's) name and she intended it for her daughter and "Whoever" daughter wanted to bring to the party! She explained very aggressively (I think it's called assertive) that she preferred her daughter to loose her virginity in a nice hotel in a nice room with a nice boy--not in the back seat of a car someplace! Read it and weep folks!
One of the better books about SEALs by a SEAL, is Warrior Soul, by Chuck Pfarrer. He says that becoming a SEAL and being a SEAL , maintaining the edge, is very hard work. Essentially, it's a young man's game, and the Government spends great sums of money training them -- more than a million dollars per SEAL. Like other extreme athletes, SEALs have a relatively short professional life on the front lines. By the time they get into their thirties, their bodies have begun to betray them. And, like Bret Favre or Payton Manning, when they get to be forty or so, they switch to training other young men to do the job.