Category: America

  • Only in October

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    It’s interesting how many news stories center around things that happened in the past. It’s a disgusting tactic that is used to discredit and undermine the worthiness of a candidate. Instead of being disappointed with the targeted candidate, I reach a new level of disdain for the media and the campaigns that dig up the bones. Have we really regressed as a society this much?

  • Patriot: Dirty Job

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    I’ve always enjoyed Ford and Grainger’s deeply-baritoned Everyman Mike Rowe. His celebratory respect for the full-time ethics of the average, hard-working, blue collar American is the antithesis of the elite upper class. Maybe that’s why they seem to hate him. Lately he’s had to explain and defend his personal and political beliefs to irate fans for appearing as a guest on such polarizing shows as Real Time with Bill Maher, The Glenn Beck Program and The O’ Reilly Factor. Like him or hate him, you can’t help but respect him for having the courage to stand for what he believes.

  • Laws

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    It’s interesting how legality affects morality. As a father I take very seriously the job of raising my kids to know the difference between right and wrong. Why? Because making the right decisions will prolong their longevity and their ability to positively impact humanity. Lately I find myself competing with the message that society is sending. With the legal diversity that exists today their obedience to the ‘laws of the land’ is on somewhat of a sliding scale. Morality and ethics now become more of a relative norm based on how the majority voted. If something is legal, does that make it right? Raising my kids to be responsible law-abiding citizens is suddenly more complicated. Most debate the existence of a set of moral standards, but I believe there is.

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    If you’ve been in hiding the past twenty-four hours, you’ve likely missed the image above. It immediately went viral. This New York police officer’s actions speak to a set of values and ethics that no person can argue with. The way the world has responded to this random act of kindness not only restores my faith in humanity but it reveals an innate sense of moral and ethical ‘law’ that we implicitly know is right but don’t always follow. This is the message I want my kids to get. To understand. To emulate. And they shouldn’t need a legal reason to do so. Love your neighbor as yourself. It’s not the law. It’s the golden rule.

  • Happy Trails, Kid

    America’s snack aficionados said adios to the beloved Twinkie over the weekend. Hostess Foods’ recent bankruptcy has the former snack cake sensation hitting the trail along with Captain Cupcake, Fruit Pie the Magician and Happy Ho Ho. Apparently the country’s growing health consciousness led to the bakery’s lagging sales. I’m not exactly lamenting the loss of a food stuff known to have a shelf life longer than grandma’s canned beets but I’ve heard hundreds have begun hoarding the remaining supply hoping to turn a profit selling the snacks to the highest bidder on eBay. I wonder what the margin is on expired Twinkies.

  • First Pacific Encounter

    After a long day of driving through Washington and half of Oregon we bedded down in Newport. There our boys caught their first glimpse (and freezing cold touches) of the Pacific Ocean. I have to admit that I expected milder temperatures, but it was really quite cold. The locals assured us that this area is always sweatshirt weather with highs barely breaking 65˚ in the summer.

    For most of the evening we walked the beach outside our motel room. It was a surreal experience to say the least. Most of the time you couldn’t see more than twenty feet in front of you because the fog was so thick. The dry sands, however, were toasty warm. You could literally see the condensation occurring; it was like walking through a cloud. It looked more like how you would describe a dream: you could vaguely make out the people and the area, but the details were real sketchy.

    We did get a break of sunshine while visiting Yaquina Head’s Cobblestone Beach. There we observed the powerful waves pound the rocky headlands and explored several resulting tide pools. The boys were transfixed with the many different colors of sea stars, the abundant mussels and various sea anemones. But nothing seemed to turn their heads (or stomachs) more than the large harbor seal carcass decomposing on the beach. The rangers were kind enough to put orange cones around it so that we wouldn’t feel tempted to climb on it.

  • Never Forget

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    With all the festivities surrounding the official launch of summer it’s often easy to overlook the reason for the holiday. Memorial Day (originally observed as Decoration Day) was intended to be a day to honor the fallen Union soldiers of the Civil War. Logically this day has grown to encompass the remembrance of not only all U.S. service men and women but any loved ones that are no longer with us. Let us never forget them.

  • Surgery

    If you haven’t heard about the healthcare bill in Congress being pushed for a vote on Sunday you’ve been living under a rock. I don’t mean to be cynical because I know there are some serious problems with our healthcare system but I’m of the opinion that Uncle Sam will do little to actually improve the situation. I see it more as saying that our capitalist U.S. government can fix the problem of greed. The money will most likely change hands. The unfortunate thing is the taxpayers will be left to pick up the tab… as well as their children and their children’s children. So much for controlling the deficit.

  • The Taxman Cometh

    My mailbox has been filled with those special envelopes marked “Important Tax Information” which can only mean one thing: tax season is upon us. Living in the greatest nation on the planet has its advantages, but also a very hefty price tag. Seems Uncle Sam gets a little hungrier every year. Thanks to the lovely 1040 ES forms I get to pay estimated taxes every quarter! I must be a little sadistic, otherwise I wouldn’t insist on doing taxes myself. My wife always said if I wasn’t an artist I’d probably be an accountant — I’m starting to agree with her!