Different Slants

Seeing the World from a New Angle

I Feel Like Major Changes Are Coming…but how do I know??…………………………by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Philosophy, Politics, Robert Katzman's Stories, Social Policy and Justice, Uncategorized — Bob at 1:08 pm on Monday, June 25, 2007

So Rick Munden (RGM), the Den Mother of this blog, bitching and moaning, asks me why I don’t have any more opinions to express about whatever bothers me, since all that I’ve posted recently have concerned, let’s see……An anti-war poem encouraging resistance in the streets to the current monstrously evil mob of self-serving, lying, greedy bastards that stole the election that put them there in the first place……Another more muted poem about being technologically overwhelmed by non-stop change in how everything I know how to do to communicate is passe,` and how other people mostly much younger than 57 think it’s comical that I can’t keep up with all all of it……A story about a wild rabbit who was nearly consumed by my three pet dogs, to the distress of my young daughter…….A story about why the US Capitol ought to be shifted 1,500 miles west to Lincoln, Nebraska and why at least 50% of the Congress should be composed of women…….Another (brilliant, in my opinion) story on how to resolve the Israel/everybody else in the world problem. I know I’m right about my proposals even if no one else currently living on this planet seems to embrace my vision of how good, how civilized, things could be if people were willing.

So after attempting to tell Rick that I had no more opinions about anything of significance, I spent the next half an hour telling him all those other things I had no opinion about, except for this and that and so on.

Rick is very patient, or perhaps he fell asleep while I was talking—it wouldn’t be the first time that happened–but when I finally ran out of steam, I concluded that he wanted me to write down more of my assorted and atypical thoughts.

And I will.

Soon.

So………..watch this space, or you might miss something good.

Shalom, Curious People.

Bob

Universal Health Care

Filed under: Politics, Social Policy and Justice — Rick at 9:49 am on Friday, June 15, 2007

Just the words, “universal health care” strike fear into the hearts of many people. Here we go again, big government, huge intractable bureaucracies, poor service, people “lost in the system”. And the ever present question, “Why should healthy people who don’t need medical insurance be forced to pay for it?” (Read on …)

An American Jew’s Bold New Plan For A Sane, Peaceful and Prosperous State of Palestine……By Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Politics, Robert Katzman's Stories, Social Policy and Justice — Bob at 12:15 pm on Saturday, May 19, 2007

First, some background: My family came to America between 1902 and 1916 from Eastern Europe, where some of my immediate ancestors were murdered during the World War One years. They were non-combatants. I grew up with grim tales of unending, irrational persecution and in sync with my left-of-center politics beginning in the later Sixties, I wouldn’t wish that kind of terror and life on anyone.

I grew up on the South Side of Chicago and never met any Middle-Eastern people. The neighborhood was Polish-Jewish-Irish. In 1968, at seventeen, I was severely beaten by two plain-clothes Chicago cops, hand-cuffed, thrown in a paddy-wagon and booked for resisting arrest. What soon became apparent was that I had been assaulted by mistake because to the two cops who captured me, I evidently looked like a local Arab youth they were unsuccessfully pursuing who was suspected of numerous breaking and entering incidents. I was eventually released and went immediately to a hospital, but none of my subsequent antagonism was aimed at the unknown Arab teen I supposedly resembled.

Over the course of my varied career, I never had any conflict with any person with roots in the areas around Israel. I have no prejudice and never had any difficulties with someone being a Muslim, or any other religion. Even when terrorist-inspired fears to the airlines caused me to be endlessly pulled out of line at airports to be scanned by metal detectors, and/or have my luggage searched, I never blamed Arabs whom I must closely resemble or why would so many people agree about that? (Read on …)

Move The United States Capitol To Lincoln, Kansas..Seriously by Robert M. Katzman

Filed under: Humor, Philosophy, Poetry & Prose, Politics, Robert Katzman's Stories, Social Policy and Justice — Bob at 1:39 pm on Thursday, May 3, 2007

I have long felt the United States Capitol ought to be centrally located to be easily accessible to all the continental states, except for Hawaii. Alaska can’t be a factor in this either, because that would require moving our Capitol somewhere in Canada. This would not go over well with our Canadian friends. They already have their hands full with the Black Fly problem up there.

Besides the Alaska exception, if someone is lucky enough to live in Hawaii, why would they care where the U.S. Capitol was? Whether it was in Florida, Maine or Oregon, it would still be an ocean away from Paradise. So, Hawaii, let it go. Worry about the volcanoes or rising sea levels. That oughta keep you busy for a while.

If the Capitol was in Lincoln, Kansas, to be renamed Lincoln DC, with guaranteed voting rights for all citizens living near or far from it, then all those long, boring plane rides by Western States’ politicians would be equalized with the Eastern States. The conservative Midwest would have a calming effect on the rampant strange behavior that seems to manifest itself only when national politicians are isolated from the good manners of properly brought up states like Ohio, Indiana, Nebraska, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Michigan and my exciting favorite: Illinois!

Washington could (and should) be turned into a museum city, like Williamsburg, and it could turn its attention from endless boring politics and oppressing the citizens of the USA to finally developing a nightlife, besides Senators chasing their secretaries. Right away that would reduce the number of heart attacks among our governing 535 elite persons. If a man chases a woman in Kansas, he’ll get a pitchfork right in the ass by some outraged farmer. Or librarian. Or, get books thrown at him. Good books, too.

The current terrible traffic problems of the insanely congested East Coast Corridor including neurotic major population centers such as New York City, Philadelphia, Boston, Baltimore and Washington, DC would be immediately relieved by removing that one central Destination of Contemplation. Airports would benefit as would railroads, interstates and bus terminals. Cabs would once again be available after so many people (on urgent missions for the country’s well being) are removed from the East Coast.

Furthermore, considering that the principal entertainment in Kansas is watching wheat grow, fishing, and um…shucking corn?? a politician would truly have to be interested in bettering our country knowing he or she would be sentenced to two to four years in the Heartland.

Lobbyists? Are you kidding? Remember those pitchforks? They would work equally well on the conniving, thieving plump rear ends of well-fed…lobbyists. Then the farmers would yell:

“GO SHUCK YOURSELF!!”

Only honest, sincere people who read for pleasure in their quiet hours would run for national office, I guess.

We could use more politicians who know how to read. And not just Bibles. I know for a fact that there are bookstores in Kansas, someplace, and they sell books there. Or pitchforks. I forget. And no cussing in those places either. The Midwest grows solid people who believe in courtesy. Los Angeles and NYC could learn from the Heartland. And Paris, France, too…

The new Capitol could be built on a hill, overlooking a river, and there could be a design competition among all 50 states. All options would be open. Since the location is Kansas, the White House could be beige; a sensible color. It hides the dirt, too.

We could have Government Buildings of Color, more accurately reflecting the population as it is now. There ought to be daycare centers everywhere, so more women would run for office and not have to choose between government service and raising a family.

If more women ran for office, there would be less war and belligerent behavior overall. No woman Senator or Representative would have to prove she had “Balls.” That whole macho bullshit posturing by supposedly “tough” men who cleverly avoided military service themselves, and who send other Americans to punish other countries, would be moot.

A woman who actually had a child of her own might be a lot more reluctant to vote to kill another woman’s child living ten thousand miles away. They might reconsider another battleship and decide we could use another thousand high schools instead.

I believe more women in government, at all levels, not just nationally, would create a redirection of priorities. More “straightening out our own house” before pursuing adventure, murder, chaos and steamrolling other smaller nations who absolutely have to see all things, our way, all of the time. That would change.

Women who have raised families, or helped raise other families, cared for elderly parents or worked in medical or educational fields would be more inclined to spend the “Battleship Billions” on Alzheimer research, eldercare, AIDS, breast cancer (which half of the women in my own family have had) other cancers, autism, working conditions in our factories, stem-cell research, and working cooperatively with other countries in pursuit of cures for these and other social priorities. Hunger, poverty and child care of all kinds would suddenly rise to the top of the pile of Congressional Bills to consider.

I bet they’d take a closer look at making higher education available to all who want to try to improve their lives, and at the same time, creating new tougher national standards for people to become teachers between grades K thru 12.

They’d make it harder to become a teacher, make it an honor to be a teacher, like it seems to be in many other parts of the world, and mandate significantly higher pay rates to attract the best people possible to those professions.

Or maybe highly educating tomorrow’s citizens is not a significant priority and we really oughta have that ol’ battleship. Or two. Well, you can’t shoot off missiles from the ocean if you can’t read the directions first to see which button to push, can you?

OOPs! We sunk New Zealand…Damn!!

I bet if our Kansas Congress was composed of at least 50% women, there would be serious discussions about the quality of our bridges, highways and railroads. There’d be questions about why we don’t have many more railroads to tie this vast territory together, consequently making this country less dependent on fueling millions of individual cars. Europe could teach us plenty about that, too, I know. I’ve been to Europe many times.  Their trains run on time, too.

If the trains run on time and you’re jumping out of the way of swarms of bicycles, you know you’re in Belgium. Or Germany. Or France. Or Sweden.

Renovating decaying cities, properly funding the upkeep of national parks for the millions who use them, or want to use them, and making the ERA a fact and not a hoped for–some day–dream. Figuring out a way to nail down the irrefutable right of every woman (and every person) to be treated the same, paid the same rate as a man for the same job and especially, medically insuring all US citizens the same as our esteemed elected people in the United States Congress are.

No “glass ceilings” or any sort of invisible barriers of any kind would be winked at to kill a capable person’s ambitions.

I have a sneaky suspicion there would immediately be introduced, a (mock) serious bill to spend billions for research to make it possible for men to be able to give birth so that women weren’t saddled with 100% of that heavy responsibility.

In response, I gleefully imagine there would be a new bill passed immediately, by almost 100% of those present in our new Midwestern Capitol except, perhaps, by the few men too old to bear children, that would insure complete control over any person’s body, by that person, to determine if having a child would be the best thing for that person, in their and only their opinion. I bet that “Body Rights Bill” would set a new record for:

Yea? Nay? Passed? Yup…”

Why should I care?

Everyone should care. I helped deliver two of my daughters, and adopted a third. They are now 32, 27 and 11 respectively. I can’t imagine other people deciding their fates either medically or in terms of their careers, based principally on their gender.

What a nightmare! Who could imagine a world like that??

Oh, you mean…the world we have now.

Oh.

Better change that, Ladies. But, you’ve got to get elected first, don’t you? So, what’s stopping you? Got something more important to do than make America a better, fairer, healthier and more civilized place? If so, at least put it on your list of things to do. I have.

So, to sum all of this up:

# 1…Move US Capitol to Lincoln, Kansas. Now.
# 2…Elect hundreds of smart, caring women to help run this country.
# 3…Fix all the broken parts of America’s infrastructure.
# 4…Make America truly a land of equal opportunity.
# 5…Make women equal to men in every conceivable way.

In my unelected opinion, I bet if all the above were to happen, soon, those reasonable women legislators would gladly let the male politicians build a battleship or two.

Little ones.

Better hurry, Ladies. America needs you.

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Published May 1, 2007, in honor of the Workers of the World.

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Note to readers of my story: Move The US Capitol To Lincoln, Kansas

After half a year passed, it appeared to me that no one was aware of what I felt was a pretty decent idea, besides being a kinda funny story, too, based on virtually no visits to my blog: www.differentslants.com I stewed about that for a while.

I had this quirky notion to call some actual residents in Lincoln and tell ‘em they were being talked about on my blog. Maybe someone would care. It seemed to me to be an interesting thing to, but that was all.

At first.

Looking up phone numbers on the internet, I tried the Chamber of Commerce, schools, motels, restaurants, the library and a museum, too (open 2 hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays). No luck in most cases because it was late Saturday, 11/3/07 and small towns close up early in any event.

But then a message arrived from this very receptive and lively woman, Marilyn Helmer, who evidently was working late at the town newspaper, saw my e-mail and responded in such an open and friendly manner that she caught me by surprise. Our several exchanges follow this note, below.

But a funny thing happened, somewhere along the way. What I had felt was just an interesting thing to do…..surprise a small town, see if the people there would be pleased or not…..became something more moving to me.

When Marilyn asked me, innocently, in effect

“Why Lincoln……….?”

I stopped typing and thought to myself,

“Well, Bob, why Lincoln?”

Then this rush of emotion came over me, and I saw more clearly what I wanted to say, and the torrent of words that followed are a more honest reflection of my anger,disgust and frustration with the selfishness and indifference that consumes too many of Washington DC’s politicians.

It seems too often, to me, once candidates of either major party at long last nailed the endless process of winning the election, so many of them quickly start making deals to stay there, forever. They swiftly forget what they once fervently promised their voters they would do, once they got there, in political heaven.

Maybe my spontaneous essay that came from that bottled up frustration is not, with a very respectful nod to Mr. Lincoln, the Gettysburg Address, but then, I am only an average man.

However, the average man is not to be trifled with, ignored or distained. The tens of millions of us are not so simple, not so easily deceived, not so easily distracted by some single social issue repeated over and over and over, to keep us all in line, hypnotized and controllable, like trained monkeys.

A country filled with seething average men, and of course average women, is a very powerful force. A Congress occupied by very well-fed, well-paid, well-insured, well-protected politicians who are not in any danger of being sent to Iraq or any other war zone they collectively deem essential to send so many other family’s sons and daughters…is no longer a government worthy of representing a people. They become a class unto themselves.

Maybe some people reading all this are thinking that I care too much, too strongly.
Or maybe, just maybe…………I’m completely like you.

I sure hope I’m not alone in my passionate plea for real progressive change to refocus our country, for the people.

Read the story below for yourself, good people of Lincoln, Kansas. I hope to get to know you, if you’d like that, and come visit your town one day. I bet it’s a real nice place.

Perhaps people from Miami to Seattle, and Boston to San Diego, when they read this, will be wishing the same thing.

Respectfully,
Robert m. Katzman
www.Differentslants.com

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(My first direct contact, ever, with anyone in Lincoln, Kansas, initially sent anonymously)

Hey, Lincoln, there is a story on a blog on the internet about moving the US Capital to Lincoln Kansas and why it’s a really good idea! I saw it and thought maybe Lincoln people would want to know.

Go to www.differentslants.com and click on the Robert Katzman stories on the right top area of the home page. The story is pretty funny and very complimentary to Lincoln and Kansas.

Check it out.

Bye! : )

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(Marilyn Helmer’s first response)

Gosh, thanks!! I submitted a reply–if you don’t get it let me know. I’m forwarding your story to our editor–the Lincoln community and sons and daughters all across the country who read their hometown paper will love you!!

Did you send this to other Lincoln addresses? It’s OK if you didn’t, everyone around here thinks I’m the biggest mouth here! I’m certainly going to run with your idea!

Marilyn Helmer

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Marilyn,

I wrote the story.

I decided to tell Lincoln because even though I’m a writer, I’m not well known enough (yet) for anyone in Lincoln to ever hear about my excellent idea. I am dead serious about what I wrote and it has to stand on its own. I am honored that you like it, and I wanted someone in your town to know it was no joke.

My book website is www.fightingwordspubco.com I have published 3 books, sold 3,000 and will publish my Lincoln, Kansas story in my next book, when I can afford to do that.  (Finally published 5/07/08)

 The book site will tell you a lot more about who wrote the story and what some other people think about what I’ve written too.

If my sometimes funny ideas help draw some positive attention to your town, maybe I can come see Lincoln one day (safely, no pitchforks please) and be able to meet you, Marilyn. That would fill in the blanks in my imagination about what your town is really like.

I bet you have good restaurants in Lincoln too, don’t you?

Thanks for taking the time to respond to me and also for being so encouraging about offering to spread the word about my story.

What you are doing personifies exactly what’s right about Lincoln and what’s wrong about where the US Capitol still is now, over two hundred years after the American Revolution was won. Do you think anyone in Washington D.C. would every respond to me, for any reason? Unless I had twenty million dollars to give away?

Not likely.

I will gladly rely on you to spread the word, Marilyn. I am no genius about computers and you’re gonna know who to tell far better than I ever would, anyway. You are the first one to reply to the 4 or 5 e-mails I sent out, so you’re elected Lincoln’s new

Queen of Transmission of a Capitol Idea

if you’ll accept the honor. This could become interesting. You never know. Feel free to call, if you wish. That’s my cell number under my name.

You’re a doll, Marilyn! You have made me happy. : )

Robert M. Katzman
(847) 274–1474

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Bob,

Just found out about your suggestion about Lincoln, KS being the U.S.
Capitol. Bring it on! We’ll come up with something–we survive that way
with everything else!

Our beautiful rolling hills, clear skies, and mature population (scant as it is) would, indeed, have a calming effect on our nation.

One of the earliest settlers here helped name the county and town after Abraham Lincoln, his childhood neighbor in Kentucky and Indiana. One hour away is Abilene, Dwight Eisenhower’s home town. Two of our country’s best Presidents who have Kansas connections should
bode well for the “Move it to Lincoln” pitch!

Lincoln County also has the state’s best statistic for living the longest. Guess we’re healthier
because there’s lot’s of natural space and we like each other!

We’ve got young movers and shakers here ready to work on this relocation project–just let us know when you are ready to get serious! Thanks for the confidence and attention.

Just how did you pick Lincoln, anyway?

The geodetic and geographic centers are north of here, in other counties.

Never mind, just come on out and we’ll give you a tour!

From the Land of Lincoln Look-A-Likes,

Marilyn Helmer

You can see all comments on this post here:

http://www.differentslants.com/2007/05/03/move-the-united-states-capitol-to-lincoln-kansas-seriously-by-robert-m-katzman/#comments

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Marilyn,

I picked Lincoln because I was charmed by the unpretentiousness of the name, and because of the kind of man (and Republican) Lincoln was, because he was a healer and not a divider, because he was self-made, independent, resolute, determined, sure of his values and just a first class man.

I’m an Independent voter myself and I look at the man and his life, not just the words someone else puts in his mouth.

I picked Lincoln because I felt no one there would be confused about the simple concepts of right and wrong. Or about acceptable behavior from elected officials. Because I bet Lincoln cares about its kids, its older people, its veterans, it’s disabled and people who have fallen on hard times. I bet Lincoln looks after its own, like I wish my country would do, Marilyn.

I picked Lincoln, and what I imagine the plain-speaking, hard working State of Kansas to be like because you symbolize to me what a place’s priorities ought to be and what isn’t clear to those disconnected guys on the far away, indifferent East Coast.

I’ve never been to Lincoln, Kansas. I know no one there. I would never make fun of a small town, either. I only wrote what I wrote on my blog because I’m heartsick over nobody caring about people who really need caring for, all over the country…this country, right here.

My wife of many years, Joy, has multiple sclerosis. We have three grown up kids and an adopted daughter, Sarah Hannah, now 11. My mother-in-law, Helen, whom I love and is 89 years old, lives with us. She is Lutheran. We are Jewish. So what? We drive her to her church every Sunday morning. We all celebrate Passover together, too. Two religions in one house is no threat to us.

We also have 3 sweet dogs and they sleep on our beds all night and keep us warm.

There’s a ton of things wrong with me, too, Marilyn. but that’s ok, because all four of us look after each other and its not too much trouble, ever. We are our own small town in our house, and everyone gets attention. No one’s troubles are ever on a back burner.

I wrote about Lincoln, Kansas because I want my country to be like my home and my family, and how I envision you all to be. All you strangers in Lincoln, whom I’ve never met. But, you know, we’re both Americans. If you have a fire or flood or tornado, does the Kansas State line mean a damn thing?

Do the soldiers from Lincoln, now stationed Iraq, only fight for Lincoln?

If the power goes out in your only hospital, are Nebraska, Illinois, Iowa, Missouri or anyone else close enough to help you, gonna tell you:

“Too bad, Lincoln, You’re not our problem. We’ve got ourselves to worry about”

Not in the country I want to live in.

Lincoln, Kansas.

A little place in the middle of America, represents to me, in my imagination, the ideal of:

We’re all in this together.

Aren’t we?

Robert M. Katzman
November 3, 2007

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Robert M. Katzman, owner of Fighting Words Publishing Company, with four different titles currently in print and over 4,000 books sold to date, is seeking more retail outlets for his vivid and non-fiction inspirational books: 

 

Independent bookstores, Jewish and other religious organizations, Chicago historical societies or groups, English teachers who want a new voice in their class who was a witness to history, book clubs, high schools or museum gift shops.  I will support anyone who supports me by giving readings in the Chicago Metro area.  I have done this over 40 times, and I always sign my books, when asked.  Everyone, positively everyone, asks.  I was amazed, at first, by that.

 

Individuals who wish to order my books can view the four book covers and see reviews of them at www.FightingWordsPubco.com There are links to YouTube and podcasts as well. 

 

Or, anyone can call me directly at (847) 274-1474.  Googling my name will also produce all kinds of unusual results.  That other Robert M. Katzman, now in his eighties, who will also appear and who also publishes, is a doctor.  He actually bought one of  my books!  Such a nice man. 

 

There will be short poems and essays published in this space every two weeks by either myself or co-blogist Richard G. Munden, or both.  If you find our postings thought provoking, moving or even amusing, please tell others to come view this site.  We will find our strength in your numbers.

 

 Next year, I will publish my fifth book, a collection of my best poetry and essays, called,

                                         

                                      I Seek the Praise of Ordinary Men

 

Individuals who know of independent bookstores that might be interested in a rough-hewn guy like me, who ran a chain of newsstands for 20 years in Chicago, please tell them about my books, will you? 

I am partial to independent bookstores, having owned two myself, until my last one was killed by the giant chains, in 1994.

I still miss it. 

             

I Seek The Praise Of Ordinary Men

Filed under: Politics, Robert Katzman's Stories, Social Policy and Justice — Bob at 6:14 am on Sunday, April 15, 2007

I wrote this attached poem on Friday, April 13, 2007, after interviewing Mike Hecht, the 88-year-old man who wrote the forward to my first book.

There was a line in the last part of my description of Mike that seemed to vibrate. I thought about what it meant, what I really was trying to express and that line became the title of the poem.

Maybe anti-Bush or people in the anti-war movement can make useof it. Just a thought,

The Titanic sunk yesterday, 95 years ago, and Pres. Lincoln was shot, 142 years ago. I hope we all have better days then all those unfortunate people.

Today, beginning last night, is Yom HaShoah, or Holocaust Remembrance Day. Take a moment to think about it. Whether you are observant or not, whether you think about Judaism less than a minute a year, would have made no difference to Hitler. Who your grandparents or great-grandparents were, would be enough reason for the Nazis to kill you.

I think about that, and wonder what I would have done, if I were trapped in a situation like that, today.
What would you do today, if you knew then, what you know now? Maybe the poem will motivate you to action. I hope so.

Robert M. Katzman

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I Seek The Praise Of Ordinary Men

by Robert M. Katzman

I seek the praise
Of Ordinary Men
Whose lives I reveal
And then capture by pen

Men who slaughter cows
Who farm and cut trees
Men who suffer pain
In theirs backs, in their knees

Carpenters, Cops
Women who teach
People who protest
And march in the streets

Slaves to computers
Men who pour steel
Sentenced to their lives
And there is no appeal

Oil-stained Mechanics
With grease on their hands
Printers and Plumbers
Now, where are their fans?

Smoke-eating Firemen
God fearing people
Rabbis and Mosques
A Temple, a Steeple

Citizens who vote
For ‘promise-making’ men
Though they’ve been lied to
Again and again

Men who plant trees
Electricians and Nurses
Wistful Mothers in stores
With no cash in their purses

Cowboys, Truck Drivers
Railroad ticket-punchers
Artists and Writers
Quiet souls who crunch numbers

I write stories of hope
Screams of outrages
Real people, real lives
Who come alive on my pages

Stories about anger
People cruel or wise
Not just about my life
Because I hear the cries

Of the children whose fathers
Were sent off to war
Who can’t comprehend
What they’re fighting for

I hear you, I see you
I feel your frustration
With our country derailed
With our misguided Nation

Every person matters
Though poor, with no power
A Man’s not more precious
Because his name’s on a Tower

I write about hope
Revenge and satisfaction
I urge you to resist
To become Men of Action

So I write with a passion
Again and again
Because I want to get it right
For all you “Ordinary Men”

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© Friday, April 13 2007

The Iraq War - RGM

Filed under: Politics — Rick at 12:25 pm on Sunday, February 18, 2007

There is currently much debate in congress and in the press regarding America’s war in Iraq. The war was started under false pretenses. I do not know the real reason we invaded Iraq and I will not let my normally cynical imagination run wild here. At the time the war was started, the situation of the Iraqi people was so bad, it seemed it could only get better. However, under the ingenious leadership of the Bush administration, we have defied all odds and managed to make things even worse.

Whatever the initial intent, after nearly five years, everyone now agrees, the war is a failure. But when is a failure not a failure? When you can blame it on someone else. (Read on …)

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