(‘76 Contributor) As I mentioned in previous recent essays, I am truly concerned that America’s best days are behind it. The multitude of headwinds that make this unfortunate direction a devastating reality are many-fold. I recap those issues. ** As a blessed and fortunate participant with a company celebrating its 60th year of operation during what was surely the halcyon days of America’s growth,
Editor’s Note: Looking at the trend of 2012 campaign donations, listening to the 2012 campaign rhetoric, and reviewing the Obama administration’s favoritism to giant corporations, CCU History Prof. Bill Watson asked us to publish again the following post by him that originally appeared on this same blog in January 2010. Word for word, unchanged from what he wrote then, it is still on target as another crucial election day approaches. Please read and heed:
(‘76 Contributor) During the Civil War, when the union’s preservation and slavery’s abolition were in doubt, President Lincoln roused the nation with his dream “of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth.” In rekindling our founders’ vision, Lincoln helped assure that America would become the freest and most prosperous nation on earth, a status that successive U.S. presidents have dutifully maintained, or they were cast aside by voters.
(Denver Post, Oct. 28) Have you voted yet? Our state’s nine electoral votes could hand the presidency to Romney or Obama — and the Colorado outcome in 2012 could turn on a few hundred ballots, much like the Florida outcome in 2000. Within months of achieving statehood in 1876, Colorado tipped the presidential election for Rutherford B. Hayes,
Sex is used to peddle all kinds of things from sport cars to perfume; and for the first time in its 223 year history, it’s being used overtly to sell a candidate for presidency. The Obama Campaign’s new ad likening voting to losing one’s virginity is the latest foray in a campaign aimed below the belt.
(‘76 Contributor) The impermanence of political systems and political glory has never been better portrayed than in Percy Bysshe Shelley’s sonnet, “Ozymandias.” It depicts a toppled, broken statue in the desert, on whose base some long-forgotten tyrant had inscribed his title as “king of kings” and boasted: “Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.” What the poet dramatized in 14 ironic lines, the writer of Ecclesiastes had earlier captured in a single word: vanity.
During this election season, the Left’s appeals to me as a woman have been below the belt. Literally. The Colorado Democratic Party has sent me three mailers in the past few weeks about birth control. I have yet to receive anything that appeals to my heart, mind or spirit. I’ve been checking the mailbox but thus far no mail on my role as a small businesswoman, as a community volunteer, as a taxpayer, as a citizen, as a grad student, or even as a dog owner. Sadly, there’s been no appeal north of the belly button.
Monday night I commented on Facebook that I thought Governor Romney had won the debate. Six women I knew immediately hit “like.” My mind flashed to the often replayed comment by Obama Spokeswoman Stephanie Cutter that women are “not really concerned about what’s happened over the last four years, they really want to know what’s going to happen in the next four years.” Although male friends later joined the chorus, the impression stuck with me; the women I know care very much about what has happened over the past four years and jumped at the chance to voice it.
(New York City) This city was diverse before diversity was cool. It embodies the Melting Pot. It was what Emma Lazarus was seeing when she penned those immortal words that adorn the Lady with the Lamp in the city’s harbor. It is all about those “teeming masses yearning to be free”. Today I followed what has been an unvarying ritual through all of the decades I have loved this city.
(‘76 Contributor) Beyond the realm of inconvenient truths, there’s a dimension to which Bill Clinton occasionally retreats. It’s a dimension of fertile imaginations, sound bites and mind games whose boundaries the gullible determine. In this wondrous land, tokes aren’t inhaled, sex with interns isn’t sex, and the meaning of “is” isn’t always is. When Clinton wags his finger to punctuate a claim, like “no president — not me or any of my predecessors — could have repaired all the damage in just four years,” it’s his poker “tell.” Next stop: the Twilight Zone.