Now, before you suggest that I am making light of this very serious polemic, let me also state that I understand that traditionally marriage was a hallowed religious institution that governed the union of a woman and a man so that they could be bound together by love and mutual respect for the purpose (as suggested by some) of raising up children to pay taxes (and tithes), supply soldiers and heirs, and to render up the occasional wench or two for the Kings' sons and his royal knights. On the other hand, I am likewise fully aware that homophobia was also (and in some places still is) an insidious sentiment that has been encouraged by religious institutions that have tried to ensure the disunion of the human body from its frame. For these very reasons, while I am exceedingly partial to the former, (given that it worked for me when I grew up and my aunt swears I am a descendant of royal French lineage), I am decidedly against the latter--as I am all hatred and bigotry--and I therefore opine that perhaps, as we did with affirmative action, we need to go as far as practicable in the opposite direction. Similarly, let me also not hesitate to add that I am just as decidedly against vandalizing LDS churches or other similar forms of violent expression because of this faith's zealous support for Proposition 8.
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Monday, November 24, 2008
Proposition 8--A Call for Compromise
Now, before you suggest that I am making light of this very serious polemic, let me also state that I understand that traditionally marriage was a hallowed religious institution that governed the union of a woman and a man so that they could be bound together by love and mutual respect for the purpose (as suggested by some) of raising up children to pay taxes (and tithes), supply soldiers and heirs, and to render up the occasional wench or two for the Kings' sons and his royal knights. On the other hand, I am likewise fully aware that homophobia was also (and in some places still is) an insidious sentiment that has been encouraged by religious institutions that have tried to ensure the disunion of the human body from its frame. For these very reasons, while I am exceedingly partial to the former, (given that it worked for me when I grew up and my aunt swears I am a descendant of royal French lineage), I am decidedly against the latter--as I am all hatred and bigotry--and I therefore opine that perhaps, as we did with affirmative action, we need to go as far as practicable in the opposite direction. Similarly, let me also not hesitate to add that I am just as decidedly against vandalizing LDS churches or other similar forms of violent expression because of this faith's zealous support for Proposition 8.
Friday, October 10, 2008
A Chicken In Every Pot, A [Volkswagon] In Every Garage
Wait, hold it. Now I remember correctly. No, it wasn't Senator McCain. He's not that small minded, he is a maverick. He's much more ambitious then that. What Senator McCain said at his second Presidential debate was, "I promise every American that the Federal Government will buy him or her a house to cook a chicken in and a garage to park their car in." Yeah, that was it.
It was President Herbert Hoover who in 1929 promised each American household the chicken and the car and it was Adolf Hitler who in the early 1930s promised all of Germany a KdF-Wagen [Volkswagen] for every family. And it worked. Hoover was elected President and thereby had the honor of escorting the American people into the great depression and Adolf Hitler was appointed Chancellor and promptly lead his country into the hell of the holocaust and into total war.
So, yes, Senator McCain continues to pull out all stops in his bid to gain the Presidency. Will he or will he not escort the American people into its second great economic crisis and into endless war in Iraq? It certainly does seem a possibility when he says it, for who better to promise to buy your vote and make it sound oh so patriotic and palatable? This is so because although a rose may smell as sweet when called any other name, a sick ploy to buy votes having come from a democrat would be smelled out for what it was -- a crock of s_ _ _ gilded with instant-gratification gold.
Open that up for cheap smelling salts when you feint as the billion dollar bailout fails, because that is all it will be good for, I promise.
Loren M. Lambert
Copyright October 18, 2008
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The 700 Billion Dollar Balloon
Without the helium lift, land prices will fall and with it the house of cards that our entire economic mirage has been built upon. In the short run, except for those who have been completely responsible and have not bought into this mess, there will be pain, maybe lots of it. But in the long run, if the lower and middle class survive the crush, with lower land values, the American dream will be more within their grasp. Perhaps that is what we need to finally discipline our selves as a nation because that pain is going to come sooner or later, why not take it now?
However, with the billion dollar balloon, the elite will be able to continue earning obscene salaries while enslaving the American public with mortgages it can't afford and credit that it cannot resist.
Therefore, if the status quo is going to be floated so we can enjoy our house of cards a while longer until the helium slowly leaks away, at the very least demand that our politicians secure limits on usury and consumer credit and force the wealthy, before they sail away on their golden parachutes, to disgorge their plunder.
Loren M. Lambert
September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The Hasty Hand of the Law and Brian Wood
After an argument with his wife, Brian Wood was sitting in his car, an obvious shell of a man, a gun held to his head.
All about him the ever impatient law enforcement officers were huddled behind barriers and shields. Acting brave and trying to provoke Brian into standing down, the officers, all decked out in their SWAT team outfits, volleyed back and forth at him using tear gas, stun grenades and intimidation.
However, they didn't look all that heroic. It was all there to watch on the 10 o'clock news. They looked like a bunch of grade schoolers poking their sticks at a wounded, wild and trapped animal. The outcome was apparent without any additional watching or ever reading the morning news the following day. Someone was going to die and of course someone did.
So, for the last time, please explain to me why oh why oh why can't law enforcement ever simply show a little Gandhian restraint and calmly, patiently and simply wait things out? It never ceases to amaze me the countless lives, including the innocent, law enforcement and the not-so-innocent that are lost--from Ruby Ridge to the Swapp Compound to Wacco--because law enforcement had to force things instead of waiting out the stand off.
Let's face it, Brian Wood had isolated himself in his car. The car was hemmed in. He wasn't going anywhere. He was surrounded. Instead of using their expensive toys, all law enforcement had to do was secure the area, rig up lights for the coming night, post a few officers in four hour shifts and wait it out. Although not nearly as sexy and cool, even if it would have taken a day or two before Mr. Wood succumbed to fatigue, hunger and thirst--that would have been a far better outcome and probably less expensive than the bravado that law enforcement is always so eager to display--often with unnecessarily deadly outcomes.
September 25, 2008 Copyright
Monday, September 15, 2008
What's The Test for Success In Iraq?
Using that as a litmus test for success, I guess we should install a dictatorship (dang, the best guy for the job was hung) or better yet we can surge the hell out of them and make sure our investment gets paid in oil--maybe Dick Cheney could stay on to see it through.
No, success is when the Iraqi people make a collective choice to do what is right. That will not be known until the American presence is no longer restoring security by brute force. Only then will we know that their hearts and minds have grasped the ideology of tolerance and democracy.
So what has the surge shown of their hearts and minds?
The other day an Iraqi high ranking officer was being recorded by western media as he berated a junior officer. His diatribe was that the junior officer was soft and had to work harder. The senior Officer screamed that if this junior Officer found a "terrorist," in a home--he was to destroy that home and its occupants, if in a community--he was to rip apart the entire neighborhood, and if in a village--he was to obliterate the entire village until not even a fly knew what had once been there.
Is this progress? Is this what we are proud that our surge has done in Iraq? I don't think so. Perhaps it has worked in other areas of Iraqi society. But that is something that neither Senator McCain nor Senator Obama can know as armed outsiders looking in. To say otherwise is like proclaiming your undying love when some woman is demanding you love her at the point of a gun. With the muzzle held to your temple, it's just a little difficult to be genuine about your sentiments for her. Iraq has that muzzle held to its temple and who knows what it is collectively thinking despite whatever platitudes are coming from its mouth. Only time will tell when we are long gone. So in the interest of discovery, let's give them the best shot we can and get the heck out of Dodge.
Loren M. Lambert
September 14, 2008 Copyright
Friday, September 5, 2008
George Bush With Lipstick and a Bigger Vocabulary
[But on the other hand she is the governor of the biggest state in the union (population 685,000 about a fourth of Utah's population) just like Dick Cheney was the something or another from the State with the most jackrabbits per capitat (about six for every citizen of Alaska--I know I counted them).]
That's why she was selected--she is the stealth Bush in effeminate slick skin. And it is not Obama's alleged silver tongue that the American people need to be wary of, it is the wolf in the fashion model's clothing.
Bush talks like a babbling idiot because of the old adage, garbage in, garbage out. Obama is well spoken because his superior talent as a public speaker is backed up by a brilliant mind and a wise intellect. Palin, on the other hand, is well thought of because, as John Cougar Mellencamp has sung, "when those crazy nights come callin', she can dance on the table like all of the rest." And that's after having five kids, tramping the Alaskan outback, shooting a heavy caliber rifle, overhauling a snow mobile engine and mixing it up with all the high rolling oil barons of Prudhoe Bay. What G.W. loving old Republican can resist that? Not a one--especially with all that viagra Bod Dole has hocked.
Let's just hope that the American people can, because as my mother always warned me, while you can take her to bed with you after the big dance, will she be there for you when the hurricane hits and the gray hairs set in?
Well, just like G.W. wasn't, neither will she. No, you'll see their swiftly retreating behinds taking refuge in an Exxon hunting resort away from the prying eyes of the American public.
Loren M. Lamber (Copywrite September 12, 2008)
Friday, August 29, 2008
We Are All Olympians
It was fitting. I related to it because all things come full circle. We start off first helpless, drooling and dependent. We then grow into maturity watching the nations great athletes strut out onto the world stage and we all dream and believe that we too can some day join them. While young we practice, toil and sacrifice with no experiences suggesting to our youthful exuberance that an Olympic berth is beyond our reach. When life then passes us by with no realization of this dream, it fades as we confront our mortality, and then once again we become helpless, drooling and dependent. Luckily though, just before abject senescence takes hold, in some mysterious trick of the aging mind, this dream springs back to life.
Similarly, as a boy and then a young man, when I watched the Olympics, I saw myself as one of them, worthy to compete at an international level both physically and mentally. I trained rigorously in my chosen sport of kayaking. I reached a level of expertise that was commendable, but my Olympic dream was never realized. Much later as time passed I came to acknowledge that I never really had what it took to be an Olympian--which was true, most of us don't--but don't tell me that, not now.
Because as more time has passed, I also have finally come full circle. I have devolved back to that more innocent state when as a youth I saw myself as an Olympian. I have forgotten how hard it was and how superior others were who had been blessed with more perfect physical abilities. Now, with my halcyon rose-colored middle-aged mindset and with the help of Olympic athletes like 41 year old Dara Torres, I can watch the Olympics and not just think I could have been an Olympian--I know I could have. Forget the fact that my athleticism was never all that stellar when I was even at my peek. No. I now surmise if only I had just been given the right opportunities, I too would have been an Olympian. I too could have been there on the world stage toiling against all the odds and triumphing in the end.
And that's the other reason I love the Olympics. I love them because I can even more indulgently imagine, if just for a moment, without the need to act upon that dream, that I too am an Olympian.
Loren M. Lambert
September 25, 2008 Copyright