Friday, August 26, 2011
All Quiet On The Eastern Front, before Hurricane Irene
All Quiet On The Eastern Front, before Hurricane Irene arrives.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Brilliant! Why Liberals Are More Intelligent....
Brilliant! Why Liberals Are More Intelligent Than Conservatives. This seems to strike more true today than when the article was published over a year ago on Psychology Today.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
How Class Wars Begin
Sent: Saturday, August 20, 2011 1:58 PM
To: 'xxxxx'
Subject: RE: doctor's letter
Hi xxxxx
While I agree such level of irresponsibility [or behaviors] exists, this far from being THE [cause of the ]American health crisis. Let us stop blaming the poor and uneducated for being poor, uneducated [and unprepared]; in the grand scheme of things, this is a very, very, very small part of the problem with our health care [in America]. All the dear doctor articulated below is his lack of understanding of the difficulties faced by the different social groups (poor, elderly, unemployed and those with "joblets") in this United States. The same woman the doctor described below may have one or more menial jobs which does not provide her with health insurance, leaving her to fend for herself to buy insurance that most of us could not afford if we lose OUR jobs. So, I find it difficult to blame her or her culture [or live the way she lives]. They have not create the [health] crisis.
Let’s focus instead on the level of inefficiencies of our health care system, and greed of insurance companies and wall street which makes money out of their relationships with drug and insurance companies. Once you deal with this unchecked greed and [their] lack of social responsibility, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care difficulties will disappear.
Let us think of solutions which are socially sound TO ALL; lets us not blame other social groups which we do not understand.
If you agree...pass it on. YES YES YES
[BTW I can not help but laugh when I remember that not too long ago, our previous President encouraged all people to go out and "buy, buy and buy at the malls" [not insurance] in order to help with the economic crisis he helped to created. So this lady is buying, buying and buying at the malls just like her President Bush told her to do. LOL!]
Regards
Ron
From: 'xxxxx'
Sent: Wednesday, August 17, 2011 11:17 AM
To: 'xxxxx'
Subject: FW: doctor's letter
----- Forwarded Message -----
From: 'yyyyyy'
To: 'large list of 'zzzzzz'
Sent: Saturday, March 12, 2011 9:51 PM
Subject: FW: doctor's letter
Subject: Fwd: doctor's letter
Below is a young physician by the name of Dr. Starner Jones. His short two-paragraph letter to the White House accurately puts the blame on a "Culture Crisis" instead of a "Health Care Crisis". It's worth a quick read:
Dear Mr. President:
During my shift in the Emergency Room last night, I had the pleasure of evaluating a patient whose smile revealed an expensive Shiny gold tooth, whose body was adorned with a wide assortment of elaborate and costly tattoos, who wore a very expensive Brand of tennis shoes, and who chatted on a new cellular telephone equipped with a popular R&B ring tone. While glancing over her Patient chart, I happened to notice that her payer status was listed as "Medicaid"!
During my examination of her, the patient informed me that she smokes more than one costly pack of cigarettes every day and somehow still has money to buy pretzels and beer.
And, you and our Congress expect me to pay for this woman's health care? I contend that our nation's "health care crisis" is not the result of a shortage of quality hospitals, doctors or nurses. Rather, it is the result of a "crisis of culture", a culture in which it is perfectly acceptable to spend money on luxuries and vices while refusing to take care of one's self or, heaven forbid, purchase health insurance.
It is a culture based on the irresponsible credo that "I can do whatever I want to because someone else will always take care of me."
Once you fix this "culture crisis" that rewards irresponsibility and dependency, you'll be amazed at how quickly our nation's health care Difficulties will disappear.
Respectfully,
STARNER JONES, MD
If you agree...pass it on. YES YES YES
Sunday, August 14, 2011
"Haiti" by Caetano Veloso
HAITI ( Caetano Veloso- Gilberto Gil)
This is one of the best music social commentary on poverty and race in Brazil.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDB2nZSbkLg
The original Portuguese lyrics follows the English translation...
When you were asked to step up on the atrium
At the home of the Jorge Amado foundation
To see from above the line of soldiers, almost all black
Beating the necks of black miscreants
From mulato thieves to others almost white
Treated like blacks
Just to show the other blacks
(and they almost all are black)
And the poor whites are just like blacks
This is how the blacks, the poor, and the mulatos
And the almost white are almost black from such poor
Treatment
And it doesn’t matter if the whole world’s eyes
Can for just one moment look back
To where the slaves were once punished
But today the samba rhythm beats
With the purity of uniformed children dressed
For high school
Cutting class
For this great epic that is the formation of a nation
This attracts us, amazes us, stimulates us
Nothing matters,
No trace of the old mansions
No frame for the fantastic
No Paul Simon cd
No one, no one is a citizen
If you went to this celebration, and even if you didn’t
Think of Haiti, pray for Haiti
Haiti is here
Haiti is not here
And if on television you happen to see a panicked official
Pretending everything is alright
In front of anyone, any anyone
Anyone
Education initiatives that seem easy
That seem easy and fast
And will represent the threat to democratization
The threat to learning in the first grade
And if that same official defends the establishment of
Capital punishment
And if the venerable cardinal says he sees the soul in
The fetus
And none on the side of the road
And if, at a red light, the habitual red light
You notice a man pissing on the street corner on
A bag
Shiny trash from Leblon (rich neighborhood)
And when you hear the grinning silence from São Paulo
In the face of this slaughter
111 defenseless prisoners, and prisoners are almost always
Black
Or almost black, or almost white almost black because
They are too poor
And the poor are at fault and everyone know how
To treat the blacks
And if you visit the Caribbean
And have a fling with no condom,
And give your opinion on the Cuban
Embargo
Think of Haiti, pray for Haiti
Haiti is here
Haiti is not here
HAITI ( Caetano Veloso- Gilberto Gil)
Quando você for convidado pra subir no adro
Da fundação casa de Jorge Amado
Pra ver do alto a fila de soldados, quase todos pretos
Dando porrada na nuca de malandros pretos
De ladrões mulatos e outros quase brancos
Tratados como pretos
Só pra mostrar aos outros quase pretos
(E são quase todos pretos)
E aos quase brancos pobres como pretos
Como é que pretos, pobres e mulatos
E quase brancos quase pretos de tão pobres são tratados
E não importa se os olhos do mundo inteiro
Possam estar por um momento voltados para o largo
Onde os escravos eram castigados
E hoje um batuque um batuque
Com a pureza de meninos uniformizados de escola secundária
Em dia de parada
E a grandeza épica de um povo em formação
Nos atrai, nos deslumbra e estimula
Não importa nada:
Nem o traço do sobrado
Nem a lente do fantástico,
Nem o disco de Paul Simon
Ninguém, ninguém é cidadão
Se você for a festa do pelô, e se você não for
Pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti
O Haiti é aqui
O Haiti não é aqui
E na TV se você vir um deputado em pânico mal dissimulado
Diante de qualquer, mas qualquer mesmo, qualquer, qualquer
Plano de educação que pareça fácil
Que pareça fácil e rápido
E vá representar uma ameaça de democratização
Do ensino do primeiro grau
E se esse mesmo deputado defender a adoção da pena capital
E o venerável cardeal disser que vê tanto espírito no feto
E nenhum no marginal
E se, ao furar o sinal, o velho sinal vermelho habitual
Notar um homem mijando na esquina da rua sobre um saco
Brilhante de lixo do Leblon
E quando ouvir o silêncio sorridente de São Paulo
Diante da chacina
111 presos indefesos, mas presos são quase todos pretos
Ou quase pretos, ou quase brancos quase pretos de tão pobres
E pobres são como podres e todos sabem como se tratam os pretos
E quando você for dar uma volta no Caribe
E quando for trepar sem camisinha
E apresentar sua participação inteligente no bloqueio a Cuba
Pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti
O Haiti é aqui
O Haiti não é aqui
This is one of the best music social commentary on poverty and race in Brazil.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDB2nZSbkLg
The original Portuguese lyrics follows the English translation...
When you were asked to step up on the atrium
At the home of the Jorge Amado foundation
To see from above the line of soldiers, almost all black
Beating the necks of black miscreants
From mulato thieves to others almost white
Treated like blacks
Just to show the other blacks
(and they almost all are black)
And the poor whites are just like blacks
This is how the blacks, the poor, and the mulatos
And the almost white are almost black from such poor
Treatment
And it doesn’t matter if the whole world’s eyes
Can for just one moment look back
To where the slaves were once punished
But today the samba rhythm beats
With the purity of uniformed children dressed
For high school
Cutting class
For this great epic that is the formation of a nation
This attracts us, amazes us, stimulates us
Nothing matters,
No trace of the old mansions
No frame for the fantastic
No Paul Simon cd
No one, no one is a citizen
If you went to this celebration, and even if you didn’t
Think of Haiti, pray for Haiti
Haiti is here
Haiti is not here
And if on television you happen to see a panicked official
Pretending everything is alright
In front of anyone, any anyone
Anyone
Education initiatives that seem easy
That seem easy and fast
And will represent the threat to democratization
The threat to learning in the first grade
And if that same official defends the establishment of
Capital punishment
And if the venerable cardinal says he sees the soul in
The fetus
And none on the side of the road
And if, at a red light, the habitual red light
You notice a man pissing on the street corner on
A bag
Shiny trash from Leblon (rich neighborhood)
And when you hear the grinning silence from São Paulo
In the face of this slaughter
111 defenseless prisoners, and prisoners are almost always
Black
Or almost black, or almost white almost black because
They are too poor
And the poor are at fault and everyone know how
To treat the blacks
And if you visit the Caribbean
And have a fling with no condom,
And give your opinion on the Cuban
Embargo
Think of Haiti, pray for Haiti
Haiti is here
Haiti is not here
HAITI ( Caetano Veloso- Gilberto Gil)
Quando você for convidado pra subir no adro
Da fundação casa de Jorge Amado
Pra ver do alto a fila de soldados, quase todos pretos
Dando porrada na nuca de malandros pretos
De ladrões mulatos e outros quase brancos
Tratados como pretos
Só pra mostrar aos outros quase pretos
(E são quase todos pretos)
E aos quase brancos pobres como pretos
Como é que pretos, pobres e mulatos
E quase brancos quase pretos de tão pobres são tratados
E não importa se os olhos do mundo inteiro
Possam estar por um momento voltados para o largo
Onde os escravos eram castigados
E hoje um batuque um batuque
Com a pureza de meninos uniformizados de escola secundária
Em dia de parada
E a grandeza épica de um povo em formação
Nos atrai, nos deslumbra e estimula
Não importa nada:
Nem o traço do sobrado
Nem a lente do fantástico,
Nem o disco de Paul Simon
Ninguém, ninguém é cidadão
Se você for a festa do pelô, e se você não for
Pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti
O Haiti é aqui
O Haiti não é aqui
E na TV se você vir um deputado em pânico mal dissimulado
Diante de qualquer, mas qualquer mesmo, qualquer, qualquer
Plano de educação que pareça fácil
Que pareça fácil e rápido
E vá representar uma ameaça de democratização
Do ensino do primeiro grau
E se esse mesmo deputado defender a adoção da pena capital
E o venerável cardeal disser que vê tanto espírito no feto
E nenhum no marginal
E se, ao furar o sinal, o velho sinal vermelho habitual
Notar um homem mijando na esquina da rua sobre um saco
Brilhante de lixo do Leblon
E quando ouvir o silêncio sorridente de São Paulo
Diante da chacina
111 presos indefesos, mas presos são quase todos pretos
Ou quase pretos, ou quase brancos quase pretos de tão pobres
E pobres são como podres e todos sabem como se tratam os pretos
E quando você for dar uma volta no Caribe
E quando for trepar sem camisinha
E apresentar sua participação inteligente no bloqueio a Cuba
Pense no Haiti, reze pelo Haiti
O Haiti é aqui
O Haiti não é aqui
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