Monday, January 30, 2017

Bishop Visit Sunday

Benjamin Strait with his companion acolyte, Anna May, waiting in the processional line behind Lay Episcopal Minister Dayton Lang.


Very limited time this morning, so just a quick note to let you know that we had a wonderful visit from our diocese's Bishop yesterday, Bishop Scott Behase.   

I know Benjamin looks rather somber in both pictures here, but although I know he took his responsibilities as an acolyte very seriously, that he was quite delighted to do it, and was often smiling. It's interesting what the camera can and can't capture sometimes.  





Bishop Scott Behase reads from the Book of Common Prayer.  At times in the service, Benjamin would hold the Book of Common Prayer for the Bishop.

I love our church, and the positive effect it has had on Benjamin and so many others.  We are open.  We are tolerant.  And that will be needed more and more as times begin to darken and shadow.

Peace be with you.





Sunday, January 29, 2017

America the Hateful



“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” These lines are from the poem “The New Colossus,” written by Emma Lazarus in 1883.


America the beautiful has become America the Hateful.  We have turned our back on the world and spit in its face.  Our election of Trump has turned the face of America dark and angry.  We have turned our backs on hopes and dreams and being a great melting pot of many ethnic groups and faiths, and have become a pariah repulsive to all.

Trump has endangered us all and we have put him in a position to do it.  Targeting people on the basis of religion and where they live is unacceptable.  It puts Americans aboard at risk.  It leaves interpreters and others who have worked hard for us, who have put themselves at rick for America, stranded and abandoned.

I know America has done this before, but it doesn't make it right.  It was not right when we interred Japanese-Americans during World War II.  It was not right when we persecuted and slaughtered the Indians.  It was not right when we brought people over only to keep them in slavery based on the color of their skin.  And it was not right when we refused to take in Jewish refugees to escape the madness of the atl-right of the 30s and 40s, including refusing to take Anne Frank and her family.

We were proving ourselves better than that.  And now all of that is lost.



‘When a foreigner resides among you in your land, do not mistreat them. The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt."  Leviticus 19:33-34.


America the loved has become America the Hated.  All the respect and acceptance we earned under eight years of President Obama has been frittered away in a week.  

As Christians, we should be deeply offended and angry and hurt by what Trump has done.  Instead, the Christian right is leading the charge. Christianity is not turning your back upon the world.  Christianity is not America first.  True Christianity does not recognize borders.

But we will not just bend over and take this affront to what is right and decent.  Thousands have swarmed to our airports to protest.  Many of us will always stand in opposition to this.

No, America does not have to take everyone.  But we have to be a part of the world.  We have to do our part.  We cannot be a fortress apart.

When we do, we turn our back on the values and dreams that made America great.  We turn our backs on both our civic and religious faith.  

We turn our backs to the world.

We turn our backs to this country.

We turn our backs to God.








Friday, January 27, 2017

Turning the World on With a Feminist Smile



She could turn the world on with a smile.

Another heart-breaking celebrity loss, even with 2016 now behind us.

I grew up watching Mary Tyler Moore, in two of America's best and most ground-breaking television sitcoms.

The Dick Van Dyke Show in the early 60s was an incredible blend of home and workplace comedies. It's type of humor and  relationship between characters paved the way for many more comedies of its type, including The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Cheers, The Office, Parks and Recreation, and dozens more.

Mary played played Dick Van Dyke's adoring wife.  She was goofy and nervous at times, but was a loving equal to her husband.  Like any sitcom character, she got herself in messes, but she also got herself out of them with wit and charm, often showing more strength, charm, intelligence and common sense than her husband.  She had a deft comedic touch, in a cast of experienced, gifted comedians, and she more than held her own with them.

Several years later, she starred in her own comedy, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, which took both the office comedy and feminism to a new level on television.  She played an unmarried career woman, in a challenging career as an assistant producer of a local television newscast.  She was surrounded by one of the most gifted supporting casts in TV history, and shined through it all,  She presented feminism with a friendly, smiling face, facing the resistance that many women felt when they tried to stand on their own.  But even with everything thrown at her, she was "gonna make it after all."

During the time she was doing The Dick Van Dyke Show, she suffered from an unknown illness that weakened her considerably, and was eventually diagnosed as Type One Diabetes.  She handled it with grace and aplomb, and became a leading spokesperson for diabetes research, particularly for juveniles.  She was also an animal rights activist.

She showed me, as I was growing up, that a woman could be beautiful, funny and intelligent.  She could make every day seem worthwhile.

Here's to you, Mary.  You got spunk.  And unlike your crotchety boss, Lou Grant, I like spunk.

Thanks for leading the march, Mary.  Thanks for the example and inspiration, The Women's March continues!












Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Walled In Wednesday



Is this what it comes down to?

We're going to waste billions on a wall that will accomplish absolutely nothing except make us look like paranoid haters who no longer believe in the American dream?  A wall that can be defeated by a ladder or a tunnel or a boat or anyone of many clever means?  To cut us off from a country that now has a negative emigration rate, with more returning than coming in? A wall that, trust me, YOU'RE going to pay for...BIGLY!

We have money for this ridiculous venture but none for expanding healthcare?  We're going to cut medicaid and medicare and social security and flush a fortune down the sewey hole for this?

This stupid wall is more important than the education of our children?  We're ready to eliminate support for the arts and humanities, public television and radio?  We can't afford food inspectors and environmental protection anymore?

Those who voted for Trump....this can't be what you voted for.  Are we this far apart in humanity and caring that none of this bothers you?  The corruption, the destruction of government functions, the pre-announced war crime of willing pirating the oil of another country,  the shutting down of White House phone lines and resources designed to aide and assist citizens in need of help - all this and more  - does it make you feel good about electing this narcissistic bully?

If he's lying about stuff like crowd size and "millions of illegals" voting, what won't he lie about?  Do you want to be lied into another war?

When you build that wall, you're building a wall that doesn't keep Mexicans out - you're building one that keeps out everything I love and cherish about this country.

If you're going to let this madman do this, then you must complete the mission.  You must take down the Statue of Liberty and turn it into scrap metal.

And then take that scrap metal and turn it into part of the Wall.

America, the land of opportunity, becomes the fortress of fear.

God help us all.










Monday, January 23, 2017

Marching Monday Musings



Thank God for Saturday!

No, it did not completely wash away the pain and horror of Friday.  That terror will be with us a long, long time.  But it did reassure me that we are not alone.  The largest protest march in history, in cities throughout the world, reaffirming that millions will not cave in to a loss of civil rights and liberties.  No, everything will be fought, every step of the way.

The new administration is a threat to many things, but in particular women, Yes, many turned a blind eye to this sexual predator, this misogynist, this sexist primitive.  But not everyone.  In places big and small, from Washington, D.C. to Los Angeles, from London to Antarctica, women raised their voices in objection to what is to come.

Sunday was a rocky day, weather wise.  We spent most of the day under one alert or warning of one kind or another.  We had several times where we warned to take cover.  We never got hit bad at our house, although there was a lot of rain and occasional thunder,  Amazingly, our power never went out.

This was good, but it enabled us to see most of one of the best Falcon's game ever.  We lost satellite transmission twice, and each time it came back, the Falcon's score was a touchdown higher. Alison, a huge Falcons fan, was beside herself with joy at the 44 to 21 victory over the Green Bay Packers,  The Packers are one of our favorites, unless they are in a direct confrontation with the Falcons or the Lions.  We like Aaron Rodgers, the outdoor stadium, and the fact that the team is owned by the community.  ALL sports franchises should be owned like that.


The Atlanta Falcons vs. the New England Patriots should be a good game.  I am confident the Falcons will be the Super Bowl champs.  I do advise them, though, be sure to check their balls.



None of this makes up for Friday.  It is still hard to accept it as reality.  We really have this buffoon as President?  What the hell was an electoral college majority thinking?  The man's not fit to be the host of The Apprentice, much less President of the United States.

I'm finding it much harder to sleep at night, knowing the Toddler-in-chief has the nuclear codes. Seriously.  It is disturbing me greatly.


Until next time,

T. M. Strait


Saturday, January 21, 2017

Everything is Being Stripped Away: Saturday Political Soap Box 154

Some have found eerie similarities between portions of Trump's Inaugural address and one Bane gave in a Batman movie.  So, that's where we're at.


Don't ask me to be coherent.

Don't ask me to make sense.

This is not some pretty, dignified column that will wind up in Georgia newspapers.  

This is an animal cry of pain.  An indignant wail about all that is being stripped away. A mourning for the death of American democracy.

An unrepentant, vindictive narcissist, a spoiled man-child, has been given the nuclear codes.  You're going to yell at me, but I think nuclear Armageddon is now closer than ever.  If so, very few will be left to regret the decision they made.

Millions will suffer, even without nuclear destruction.  Our safety net will be stripped away, with nothing left to replace it except cons and empty words. Thousands will die who are left without access to medical care, without housing, without decent pay as even the minimum wage disappears. We are galloping away now in the opposite direction of halting climate change, and future generations will pay a huge price for this.

Already he has taken away a program that benefited homeowners.  Already he has eliminated White House websites about climate change, about the LGBTQ community, even the connection to the Office of Management and Budget.

He lies more often than he breathes.  Everything is a distraction and a con.  Pay no attention to the wealthy men behind the curtain who are stealing you blind!  I AM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRUMP!

Ignore his revival of a slogan, America First, that was the standard call of Nazi sympathizers before World War II.  Ignore that he has filled the cabinet with swamp dwellers whose only interest is to destroy the agency that they work for and plunder it for their own advantage.  Ignore Trump's YUGE conflicts of interest.  

I think one of the reasons Trump admires Putin so much is that Putin is now the richest man in the world, worth as much as an estimated 85 billion dollars.  He did this by taking advantage of his position and bringing the graft to himself and his cronies.  He enriched himself by fleecing the Russian people.  Congratulations. America, for putting Trump in the position to do the same.

I hope to turn soon to other things.

I hope to turn more to what Progressives need to do if they ever allowed to take charge.  This will happen unless democracy is so stripped away that voting rights are further restricted and hampered, the free press is muzzled, and big money continues to dominate everything.  

When we return, much of what was will be stripped away.  That means we can approach old problems in fresh new ways.  We don't need to return to Obamacare or other Rude Goldbergian systems that include some and leave others out.  We need to simplify systems, and take advantage of 21st century means and technology in order to accomplish them.

But more on that when my head clears a bit. 






 




Friday, January 20, 2017

It's Hot! Hot! HOT!



Oh, my!  It's hot! Here I am, trying to get into the swing of winter, and this week, we're experiencing highs that screep up into the 80s!  That's party time for gnats and mosquitoes~

I like a change of seasons.  I don't have to have the intense change that I experienced in Michigan. Being able to walk the snow drifts onto the roof of my house isn't necessarily a big goal,  But a little bit of a chill, and a light dusting or two, wouldn't be so bad.

I also like wearing a jacket.  I like the way it feels, and I have this eccentric notion that it helps me look better, giving just the right accent to my Hitchcockian profile.

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.  They mean so much more when you get to experience them all. There are rare variations here, but they are a matter of a few days here and there, and not whole seasons.

Of course, what I'm describing above is weather, individual and eclectic.  It does not necessarily describe global warming.  No specific weather event does.  A hot day in South Georgia no more describes global warming than the fact that it  snows in Winter in Buffalo, New York.  Although, inevitably, sometimes the talking heads make a big deal out of it, as if the reality of climate change is a laughable joke and a silly hoax.

No, what demonstrates global warming is the rise in global temperatures worldwide.  Both NASA and NOAA (National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration)  have declared 2016 the hottest year on record.  It broke a long standing record that was set in ...... 2015.  Before that the record was ...... 2014.  In fact, 16 of the 17 hottest years on record have occurred since 2000.  That's a pretty darn good streak for a hoax.

Glaciers are melting, Greenland is becoming greener, animal habitats are shifting, growing seasons are changing, pollution is increasing. But somehow this scientific fact has been swallowed up by the partisan paralytics of American politics.  And instead of  decelerating or halting the progress of this climate disaster, we have doubled down on an administration hell-bent on accelerating it.

There may be problems in other countries.  Some of the developing nations, with increasing mounts of industrialization, are making their fair share of carbon choking emissions.  But not all of them are simply contributing to the mess.  Many are leading the way with developing alternative energy resources.  Germany, for example, is approaching almost a  third of its energy from renewable energy. China is leading the way in producing solar panels.  While our new Nero fiddles, the rest of the world is trying to stop the world from burning.

What this means is that for the first time in more than a century, the united States will not be a leader in new technologies.  We will watch the world move forward without us.  The new jobs that these technologies will develop will go elsewhere.

As for me?  I'm going to have more and more days where I look longingly at my jackets, nostalgically remembering the days when I could slip one on and feel comfortable.  But you never know.  The ocean currents could collapse, making the weather even more fragile and unpredictable. In that case, maybe I should get some skis.





Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Watchful Wednesday Wanderings



This time of year, the dogs have to do more waiting for us.  Work hours are longer, and often special events, meetings and practices keep us away even more.  Poor doggies.

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I probably shouldn't say this.  It's a blog, not a therapy couch.  But yesterday was not a good work day.  It was what I call a Puppy Pad Day.  You know, when you miss the pad and people are scolding you for being a bad dog.  They even push your nose down in your mess.  I'm trying to struggle through this tax season, but those days are the worst.  I'm hoping to step back soon, but these kind of days makes me wish it would be right now.

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Notice the Falcons bucket in the picture above?  HOW 'BOUT THEM FALCONS!  Going to the NFC Championship Sunday and getting it to play at home!  Both Atlanta and Green Bay seem to be peaking right now, so it should be an exciting game.  Maybe to exciting for super fan Alison - I'm sure she would prefer the Falcons get an insurmountable lead early.

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I've been challenged to "support" our new President-Elect.  What does that even mean?  I've observed his behavior throughout - there is nothing respectful or Presidential about it.  I've read his nasty, incoherent tweets, where he has attacked virtually everybody except his beloved Putin.  I've seen the swampy horrors of his cabinet choices, designed to put in place privateering corruption over public service.  Every initiative he has suggested is abhorrent to me.  Even his infrastructure plan appears to be nothing but a first draw bonanza for his contractor buddies.

Do I recognize that he is going to be President of the United States? Yes, a thin electoral college majority has determined this will happen.  Do I think the Russian hacking undermines him?  Yes, but it's more than that - by his words and actions he has clearly sold his soul to him.  Why and how I don't know, but the policy effects are clear - our interests have been melded with Putin's.

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I watch and wait.  I wait for tax season to come to a close, and I can take another look at career choices.  I fearfully wait for the beginning of a presidency that has permanently damaged the American brand, that has mortally wounded our democracy.  Do I support him?  I support the ideals and dreams of a better America, one based on principles completely foreign to the narcissistic dictator that will dominate us until enough of us wake up and say enough is enough.

Do I support him?  No.  I choose America instead.  I pray we are strong enough to survive him.






Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Benjamin and His Day of Service


He did what I only dream of doing, and I am so proud of him.

While work and shyness keep me bound, he turned MLK Day as it should be...a day of service.

In the picture above, he is preparing, along with two other student ambassadors, to participate in Blackshear's MLK Day parade. They passed out candy and greeted people all along the route.





In the afternoon, he worked with a group of people cleaning up the debris that thoughtless people strew along the highway.

I am deeply honored and proud of the way my son spent his holiday.

Even though the forces of darkness begin to descend across our land, that only means we have to double down on our efforts to help one another.

Resistance is protest.  But also caring for one and showing we will not give up on doing the right thing, in making our communities a better to live, in things both large and small, that also is a form of resistance as to what's to come.

Bless you, Benjamin, and the many others who showed us the way, the spirit that will keep the hope and promise of a better tomorrow alive.




Monday, January 16, 2017

America's Celebration of Diversity and Hope



Today is a major holiday in America.

Today is Martin Luther King Day.

We celebrate the contributions that this great man made to the improvement of our civil society, to bringing a moral focus back to America so that we could better realize the dreams of creating a true democracy, where all stood equal in their opportunity to succeed and thrive, to a time when the color of one's skin would not be a barrier to anything.

I have not had this day off since the early 90s, when I worked for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution.  In my current job, the pressure of multiple work deadlines (payroll deadlines, W-2s and 1099s) makes it virtually impossible to take the day off.  Other employers simply don't want to recognize it as a major holiday. I'm hoping that as I approach greater retirement in the accounting profession, that I may be able to take the day off and participate in local activities.



We did get to see, on Saturday,  the brilliant movie, Hidden Figures, focusing on the impressive contributions that black women made to our early space program.  One, Katherine Johnson, was basically responsible for constructing the math that allowed for John Glen's orbit and successful return to Earth.  It is upsetting to know that as recently as the early 60s, within my lifetime, there was segregation even in the space program - separate offices, separate bathrooms, separate water fountains.  It made no sense.  It was ugly, brutal and unwarranted.


And yes, we have made significant progress since then.  But there is much that remains to be done.  African Americans are still exposed to prejudice everyday.  There is discrimination in the number of arrests and police violence that they are exposed.  The gap between average white wealth and average black wealth remains enormous.  Our schools are re-segregating, despite the law.  There are more and more barriers raised to the right to vote, and they are primarily focused on minority communities.


And now the electoral college selection is about to become President of the United States.  Donald Trump and many of the aides he has gathered around him are no friend to civil rights.  They intend to take us even farther back in time, to reverse even more of the progress that has been made.

This day needs to be a celebration of the progress that we have made, and to the progress we can make in the future.  Instead, this year, it has to be a fight to preserve and restore what had already been won.

We have to show them.

We will not forget.

We will not move backwards.


Times have been dark before.  But we must not lose sight of that shining light, that shining city on the hill.

Setbacks will not deter us.

We shall overcome.











Saturday, January 14, 2017

Good Morning, Comrades! Saturday Political Soap Box 153



Радуйся, Козырь! Новый лидер Союза советских Штатов Америки!
(Hail, Trump!  The leader of the Union of Soviet States of America!)


Good morning, Comrades!

No, this is not a scholarly treatise connecting all the dots and footnoting to oblivion and back.  I wish I had time for that.  Maybe when I retire....

But

There is enough there to make anyone question, even the most devout Trumpeteer.

There is enough there to make some Republican Senators demand a full investigation, and now the Senate Committee on intelligence will commence one.

There is enough there that an MI6 agent, one with a great reputation for accuracy and decades of experience in  Russia, has continued to work without pay to get intelligence agencies to look at what he found.

The only part of the Republican platform that Trump gave a flip about, enough to force it to be changed, is to insist that the United States would not give military insistence to Ukraine to defend it against Russian incursion.

He's had a series of prominent advisers who were close to the Russians and had made considerable money doing work for them.

His nominee for Secretary of State, Rex Tillerson (Exxon CEO), has at stake a deal with Russia that is worth a half a trillion dollars, and has been awarded the Order of Friendship by Putin.

Trump, no matter how pressed, will not say anything bad about Putin,  In fact, for Trump, Putin seems to be golden, and just showers him with praise.  Trump is already stating that he is likely to reverse sanctions.  Nothing Trump does lends one to think the allegations of collusion are not true.

His proposed National Security Chief, Michael Flynn, was on the phone to the Russian Ambassador a reported five times on the day of the sanctions,  This is quite unusual.  Well, maybe except Nixon with Vietnam or Reagan with Iran.  OK, maybe not so unusual for Republicans.  Still not good, though.

But like I said.  There are no citations here, no references.  I encourage you to check out these stories for yourself.  That's dangerous, as both sides have their own news filters, and the truth is often the victim.  But take a chance.  Go outside your bubble, alt-right or lefty progressive or whatever, and see if you can't smell the fire.

Hope y'all like vodka.








Friday, January 13, 2017

Exit Strategy

There was no way out.

Every exit strategy he considered was blocked by a guarding thought that loomed as big as a Samoan linebacker.  Every attempt at freedom was hemmed in by a glowering mound of debt.

He wanted to take off his shoes and socks, and feel some sand between his toes.  He wanted to shred his tie, and bonfire every suit that he owned.  He wanted to chuck his employee manual and Guide to Service Calls, and instead wander in a library of fictional delights.

He stared at his computer screen, the spreadsheet too meaningless to decipher, it's hieroglyphic symbols no longer comprehensible to a mind that rebelled against rendering it into meaning.  He looked at his desk, office supplies strewn about, a stack of papers that required an attention he no longer cared to give.  He saw his desk calendar, and tried to focus on what date this actually was.

He drifted to a picture of his family.  His wife posed in a football jersey and jeans, their son and daughter with her, hugging their mother, proudly displaying their own BearCat jerseys.  Yay.  Go team.  Even football, even his beloved alma mater, gave him little joy.

He turned blankly back to the screen.  The scrawls there still meant nothing to him.

Then he turned back to the picture.  He saw his youngest, Sarah, a huge grin on her face, her eyes twinkling with delight.  She stared right at him, with trust and love, as she did when he took the picture, a moment of naked adoration and affection frozen in time.  His beautiful Kindergartner loved him.  She trusted him.

With a sigh, he turned back to the computer.  The spreadsheet cleared up.  He could read the numbers, laid out in columns and rows, and he knew what they meant, and what he had left to fix it.

It wasn't an exit he was looking for.  It was a journey, a trip through life,  with all its highs and lows, with a family that he loved and loved him.  If that meant time served in this cubicle of indifference, he would serve it, if not with joy, at least with the knowledge there was something more.

He heard someone clear their throat.  It was Denise, the head of his department.  "Tom, HR would like to meet with you."

Sometimes you don't get to find the exit,  Sometimes the exit finds you.


Wednesday, January 11, 2017

The Shining Beacon of Light and Hope Between Two Dumpster Fires



Thank you, President Obama
For eight years of extraordinary service.

You and Joe Biden were my dream team.
The one and only time where my first and second choices became the nation's executive team.

No, you weren't perfect.  No one is.  You were a corporate Democrat, but you ran the country beyond labels.  You were always pragmatic, and had the best interests of the whole country, even those who irrationally despised and hated you, and were determined to derail you at all costs.

I won't go through the whole litany of your achievements here.  Anyone can find those who bother to look up FACTS.  Anyone who can't see what America's position is compared to before you were President have blinders on that I alone am incapable of removing.

Your calm demeanor, your constant appeals to our better nature, your willingness to work and compromise with a side that would never cooperate, all of it will be sorely missed.  Especially as we now descend into absolute madness.

The only hope we have is the people, not our political parties. Not our broken and fractured media.  We must take up the cause.  Only by our resistance and insistence on preserving what is best and right and good will we have a chance to make it through these dark years.

To me, this is the most compelling part of the speech, and speaks to the very heart of what's gone wrong with our political culture -

 But we’re not where we need to be.  All of us have more work to do.  After all, if every economic issue is framed as a struggle between a hardworking white middle class and undeserving minorities, then workers of all shades will be left fighting for scraps while the wealthy withdraw further into their private enclaves.


God bless you, President Obama and Vice-President Biden, and your families. God bless you and keep you.







Monday, January 9, 2017

Golden Monday Musings



Thank you, Meryl Streep, for saying what needed to be said.  And for those of you who dismiss her as part of the Hollywood elite, may I remind you that an electoral college majority voted for a failed reality TV star.  It is beyond any sense of reason that a man who so openly mocked the disabled could rise to the Presidency of the United States.

The one hope I have is that there will be a time, praying that it's soon, when the Trump voters and Hillary haters will wake up and realize the horrible mistake they have made.

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Special note to Ripping Good Yarn fans:  although The Crown and People vs. OJ Simpson are fine and worth achievements, they are not, in the truest sense, ripping good yarns.  The group was created to be a place where people who liked scripted drama and comedy, stories that were more melodramatic and original, not simply biopics or genteel tea and crumpets dramas.  There's nothing wrong with those shows.  They just aren't Ripping Good Yarns, at least not ideally.

That said, Alison and I hope to watch The Crown one day.  We have a number of other shows we want to stream ahead of it.  Currently we are two episodes into The OA, and although not Stranger Things level, it is pretty intriguing and we look forward to watching more.

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The Detroit Lions made the playoffs!  The Detroit Lions are already out of the playoffs!  Oh, well.  I get to say that once or twice a decade.  Really haven't been able to say anything else.  I hope they come back better next year, but they are more likely to fade, and it be three to five years before they barely qualify for the playoffs again and lose in the first round.  Sorry.  Being a Lions fan engenders a certain level of cynicism.

I got no hunted dog in the Alabama/Clemson game.  Whatever, man.  Go Blue!

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And now the looming tax season lurches into my writing time.  I must already go.

Until next time,

T. M. Strait












Sunday, January 8, 2017

Student Story Winners! 2016 OHC Writer's Guild Writing Contest

Kennedy Brice, 3rd place story winner and Benjamin Strait, Judge's Prize winner.

Congratulations to all our awesome student winners in November's 2016 OHC Writer's Guild Student Story Competition

Presenting here on the Strait Line are a selected paragraph or two from each story.  To read the complete story, please pick up the Winner's Compilation available at the Okefenokee Heritage Center!

First up is Judge's Prize winner, Benjamin Strait.  He is a sophomore at Pierce County High, loves theater, graphic design and singing.  I have a slight familiarity with him as we have mutual genetic roots.  He is my son.
The Tale of Jeff
by Benjamin Strait

Jeff knew what was going on, but he kept the thought locked away deep in his mind.  He ran, ran far off to where he thought he'd left his car, in an attempt to regain his bearings. but he soon realized that he had been turned around. Lost in the forest, he finally stumbles across a cabin in the woods.  Remembering Rule Number 13 of horror movie survival, he started going in the opposite direction when he tripped over an exposed tree branch.  The thud of the trip was heard all the way to the cabin, and a man steps out of it.  He yells into the darkness, "Hey, anyone out there?"


Our third place winner is the incredibly talented Kennedy Brice.  Kennedy is a middle school student, with many creative interests.  She is a very successful young actress, appearing in a recurring role in The Walking Dead and many other films and TV, including Dolly Parton's Coat of Many Colors.

Howl
by Kennedy Brice

Luna traced her fingers along the snow crystals that had already started to form patterns on the window sill.  Although it was dark, every line was illuminated by the full moon rising in the new winter sky.  She noticed how the wind in the dancing trees cast ominous shadows in direct contrast to their canvas of glittering snow.  She exhaled slowly, watching her breath turn to smoke, then dissipate into firelight like a ghost caught in the invading draft.  The hearth cracked as she rubbed elbows angry from the impressions left aging wooden frame she had propped herself up on for a now uncertain amount of time and migrated to the old rocking chair.  This welcomed comfort sat atop a hand knitted rug weathered by little footsteps of long lost children who once ran around asking for cookies years ago or for one more story as she and her siblings sat cross legged listening to stories her mother told.  Luna scrunched her toes up in her snug black boots trying to wrinkle up her socks at the heels and get the feeling in them to return.  Her gaze shifted to a framed photograph on a shelf hanging crooked on the wall.  She winced painfully, though this pain was from her heart instead of her elbows and feet.


Trent Dixon, our Student Story second place winner.

Our second place winner is Trent Dixon, a senior at Pierce County High School.  He has been an active writer at his school, including plays performed at the school.
A Slow Day at McKinley's
by Trent Dixon

"Now this, Ladies and Gentlemen, is a classic your folks might just remember!  What we got here is Money (That's What I Want) by Mr. Barrett Strong.  Rocking radio since all the way back in '59!"

The smooth voice of Mr. Strong came sliding its way through an old radio in the corner of George McKinley's convenience store, placed on its own nightstand next to diary and bread.  It was about noon.  The store had itself a slow business day and on afternoons like this Mr. McKinley seemingly spent more time popping his old joints versus popping out his cash register.  60 years old, with 40 years of business under his belt, retirement was a dream both accessible and distant.  He didn't mind, though.  He was just as comfortable in his little corner store as he would be nestled in his bedroom resting his days away.  The sound of his greeting bell chiming broke the silence of his quiet thoughts.  The door creaked open and a young man strolled inside.



Our first place winner, Cheyenne Irby.

Our first place winner is Cheyenne Irby, a student in Ware County.  Cheyenne is a very talented young writer, and this not her first championship at our writing rodeo.  Last year Cheyenne won our Student Poetry contest!  She is our only student contestant to win both in poetry and story!  Congratulations!

Hide & Seek
by Cheyenne Irby


Realizing this was her chance to escape the confines of the closet, Laney rushed out of the door and down the hall,  Turning once, twice, she could now barely see the door out to the back in the darkness of the hall.  She was beginning to smile, beginning to think she might actually get out of the house without getting shot.

But then she heard the footsteps behind her.  

Her heart stopped and she tripped over her own two feet, causing herself to fall on her face.  She rolled over on her face and looked up to see Gabriel, his green eyes shining bright in the inky semi-blackness.  He walked closer so that he was standing over her and held the pistol to her forehead, the metal glinting when it hits a small beam of light from the door.

"Nothing personal, Lane, it's just the rules of the game." He smiled wickedly and she closed her eyes and waited for the end of the game....












Saturday, January 7, 2017

A Tale of Two Fathers: Saturday Political Soap Box 152

How did we wind up with such a huge partisan divide?

Some of it as old as the advent of agriculture, where the use of land to produce larger amounts of food enabled some to not have to spend all their time in basic survival, and instead collect in cities. Rural interests versus urban interests is a division that has often split our politics.

But there our other factors as well.  How we are raised, and our experiences in growing up, play a large role too.

After the election, I was deeply upset about how many people wound up voting for someone who was clearly unfit for public office, a fraud and charlatan, a self-centered man who deliberately appealed to the worst in us.

About a month after the election, I had a meeting about some investment concerns with somebody whom I deeply respected.  It was clear that we were on opposite spectrums on the issues of the day. Could this be simply be explained by a rural vs. urban perspective?

I knew his father, and I respected him as well.  Then I thought about the life experiences he had as opposed to my own with my father.  And I realized there was something more going on.

My father started out supporting and managing a large family farm in Michigan.  He was very successful at it, using modern techniques and science to out yield many similarly sized farms.  He wanted to go to college, and even though his family responsibilities caused it to take ten years, he saw it through.  He even got a summer job working at Kellogg's, the cereal company in Battle Creek, in order to earn money towards his schooling.  He did so well that they offered him a management position to stay.  He did not take it.  There was something else he wanted to do.  He wanted to be a teacher.

My father, who could have chosen to be anything, chose a lifetime of service in education, an exemplary record of contributions in the public sector.  He was a phenomenal teacher, especially in motivating the underachieving and marginal student.   He later became a school administrator, one of the best in the state, leading for a while a state organization of administrators.  He was a forerunner in the use of computers in schools, and was beloved by students, parents and teachers.

I had before me a perfect example of how  public service could work, of what it meant to be a great civil servant.  Further, I could see the private forces working against him and the schools; the corporations that wanted favors, the wealthy and influential who wanted special privileges for their own children, the different religious groups who wanted their brand of theology imposed on the schools.

My father was an excellent, moral, hard-working man, who happened to believe in the public sector and gave his life to improving the lives of students and community.

My friend's father chose a different course.  Just as caring and hard-working, his father devoted himself to work in the private sector, work designed to help many private business people do better. He approaches his job with the highest of ethics and principle, and believes in the efforts of those private endeavors.  He saw the good they were doing, the contributions to their community, and the people they employed.

He also saw those efforts stymied by government regulation.  He often dealt with government bureaucrats, who were sometimes indifferent and uncaring.  He saw a world of roadblocks designed to interfere with private interest's ability to benefit themselves, their family, their employees, and their community.

Because of my father, and also my own experiences, I grew up respecting public servants, and a bit wary of some in the private sector.  Because of my friend's experiences, he is wary of those in the public sector.

Both fathers are great and honorable men.  Both served their community well, one in the public sector and one in the private arena.  It led us to different conclusions as to what works,  But coming to realize this, and where it contributes to our divide, I have a better hope that we can bridge it.  For that is the way forward; public and private, rural and urban, wealthy and poor,  working together for the betterment of all.

We need checks and balances.  We need a mixed economy - pure ideologies of one kind or another do not work.  We want to do what's best for everyone, solutions that allow both individuality and community to thrive.

I believe that, ultimately, that's what our fathers want.

I believe, that when we take the time to think about it, that's what we all want.



Thursday, January 5, 2017

Across A Streaming Universe: Christmas Edition


Merry Christmas!  During this special season, we have more time at home, and fewer episodes of our favorite network and basic cable shows.  So it's a great time to roam across the streaming universe, and find some gems in the streaming universe!



Alison and I watched this interesting little show on Hulu.  It centers around two hustlers in the fake psychic world of greater Los Angeles.  But one of the "psychics" has a bad run-in that leaves him brain-injured, an injury that gives him true psychic glimpses.  One of the stars is Pierce County's very own KaDee Strickland, a young woman that Alison grew up knowing, and who has had a stellar movie and TV career.

This show is mature-rated and has some language and occasional skin, and is rougher than most of the stuff that KaDee has been in.  Alison and her mother, Rose, were curious as to how KaDee's parents would handle it.  A tweet I saw from KaDee said that after a Shut Eye binge, they had to kind of counter it with A Little House on The Prairie binge.

Tom's rating:  7 of 10





Christmas time was a great time to restore our watching of classic Twilight Zone episodes.  I had seen them before, but Benjamin had not, and he really enjoyed these gems of storytelling and imagination.  The most recent we watched was A Nice Place To Visit, where a bad man finds that he has died and has gone to a place where he can get wherever he wants.  He thinks he's in heaven, but surprises are in store.


It's enjoyable to see many of these great talents I had grown up, but it's rather sad to see how many of them are gone.  The episodes we watched were from 1960, which explains it.  Nevertheless, it was great to see their performances again.

Tom's Rating: 10 of 10.





I have been slowly streaming Homeland, and am in the middle of the fourth season.  It's an interesting show, but it is not consistently good, especially now that the story line that ran through the first three seasons is complete.  The main character, Carrie Mathison played by Claire Danes, has many flaws, some which defies logic to me as to what a real operative could get away with.

Tom's Rating: 7 of 10.





BrainDead was a fun show, which Alison and I devoured quickly.  We came as close to true bingers as we ever have, watching 13 episodes in about a week.  Fantastic humor/satire which showed a zombie-infested capital hill, making fun of our twisted, hyper-partisan political circus. A perfect warm up as we are about to start the most bizarre Presidency in American History.

Tom's Rating: 9 of 10.





This is the type of  show that I have been waiting for.  The Man in the High Castle is a carefully crafted alternative reality show! This one is based on the great novel from Phillip K Dick, and is set in a world where the Axis powers have won WW2, and the Japanese and Germans have divided out America.  Set in 1962, it is a deep, detailed an fascinating exploration of our country trying to survive a fascist takeover.

A fascist takeover.  That could never take place here. That would be impossible.

Right?

Toms Rating:  10 of 10






Wednesday, January 4, 2017

The Destruction of Obamacare: Tell Me what You Want, What You Really Really Want

Oy, what a mess.

You want to REPEAL Obamacare?

Really?  Do you understand what that means?

First. poof away any notions that the Republicans have anything "terrific" waiting in the wings.  They don't.  Why?

Because this already IS, essentially, the Republican plan.  The bones of this were birthed in conservative think tanks, and fleshed out in Romneycare, a successful reform done in Massachusetts.

What you give up -

1) Keeping your youngin' on your plan until they're 26, if that is what is needed.

2) Protection against being rejected due to pre-existing conditions.

3) 20 million plus people losing access to the health market place.

4) No more subsidies to help purchase insurance on exchanges that will no longer exist.

5) Increasing medical costs as hospitals and doctors cope with an influx of indigent patients.

6) No more control to costs on insurance companies.  They will no linger be limited as to how much overhead they spend, or on the percentage they are required to spend on actual care.

7) No more control on what basic plans must cover.  This means plans that exploit you in to thinking they're going to cover something they have no intention of covering.

8) Medical bankruptcies increase dramatically again.

9)  Every time you lose a job, you risk losing insurance and your family - for good.  If you want to work for yourself - good luck.  Hope you have a big pocketbook, no pre-conditions, and are able to read fine print.


There are flaws with Obamacare, as with any new piece of legislation, especially is intent on destruction rather than repair.

Flaws:

1)  The subsidies that you get for health insurance - if you haven't figured out your income right, you could get bit with large paybacks come income tax time.  People don't have a good idea what their income is, and often leave out elements of it, or underestimate it, and then wind up having to pay all or part of their subsidies.

2) In some areas, not enough private insurers participate in the state exchange.  It would be nicer if there was more competition.

3) Too many people are still going bankrupt due to medical costs.

4) In states that have not extended medicaid, hospitals and care facilities are having a hard time staying in business, especially in rural areas.

5)  And TRUMPING everything, it's a system that still leaves private insurers in charge.  The profit motive reigns over health care rights and access.


My solution?

Move to the only thing that makes sense - single payer universal health care.

You repealer squealer's solution?

Beats me.  Can't you tell me what you want?  What you really, really want?

Guess what?  I don't think you know.

And that's bad news for all of us.










Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Another Submarine Trip Begins




It's time again.

Ready or not, here I go.

Tax season begins, and although I will not be working the hours you think I will, there will be more hours worked than in the rest of the year, and a substantial increase in stress.

My writing time in the morning may be more restricted, so that could mean a reduction in posting to The Strait Line.  I apologize for that, but I have to tell the truth, for better or worse.

The numbers of page viewers to The Strait Line has been relatively stable for years now.  It averages around 2,300, a little more or a little less each month.  That's not nothing, bot it's not the incremental increases I had been hoping for.  In order to even get these numbers, I have to keep my foot on the Facebook accelerator very hard - most of my views come through Facebook.  And I am becoming increasingly disillusioned by Facebook - it's becoming harder and harder to stay on it.

I long ago lost my ability to run ads and make money off of the blog.  I did hope it would be a trigger to get people more involved with my books and eBooks.  That may be the case - I'm just not sure.

It's also true that I have a column that runs in various papers throughout the state.  That is something that is taking up an increasingly larger amount of my writing time, and even my "thinking" about what I'm going to write.  It's fantastic to have your name out there, even if it's for political positions that are unpopular around here, but it's not something that is directly generating revenue either. Nobody who runs my column pays for it.

On both the blog and the paper column, I get very little feedback, positive or negative.  I get more feedback on Facebook when I post a ridiculous meme than when I post a blog story.  Are people clicking it on without really reading it?  I just don't know.

Yes, I am heading into the submarine, and my writing may get choppy (and my editing of what I write).  But I do have a goal in mind.  I want to be able to soon cut back from full-time accounting, at a minimum changing my accounting career retirement percentage from 10% to over 50%.  And to do that, I have to figure out some remunerative replacements.  The more I can figure out, the larger percentage of time I can step away from accounting.

The blog and the newspaper column are things I enjoy, but they are not directly remunerative.

I have to keep thinking about this.

But for now, the submarine awaits.

Like it or not, it's time to begin the....


DIVE.