Thursday, February 3, 2011

Sales Phone Calls: H8 em...no I Love em!

--by Mike Adams

I was just reading a link my wife sent to The Bloggess, which made me laugh and reminded me of how I respond to marketing calls. I love marketing calls, I'll always take them when I have the chance. I'll listen for a while and at my first opportunity, I'll derail the sales pitch and try to steer it in a direction like this:

Me (stereotypical used car sales voice):
Have you ever tried the U CAN SELL ANYTHING method for these types of calls?

Caller:
uhhh...no, I'm calling to find out if you have any interest in a six month subscription to (some magazine I could care less about)

Me:
Right, but have you closed this deal yet...that's the most important question...in fact, in sales, that's always the most important question. So, I ask you...have you closed this deal yet?

Caller:
Are you asking me...no, I haven't...what!?

Me:
Exactly my point, do you realize that if you were using my patented U CAN SELL ANYTHING method, you could probably have closed this deal and already be calling someone else. You could probably double your sales in no time. Have you heard of this new powerhouse method of sales?

Caller:
Uhhhh...Sir, do you think you might be interested in a six month subscription of (some idiotic magazine that I couldn't give a crap about) for 1/4 the cost of what you would pay at the news rack?

Me:
Now you are getting my point aren't you. The answer is that I might be interested in it if you were selling it to me effectively...not only might I be interested in it, the question you'd be asking is how many subscriptions do I want to buy? One for my spouse, for my parents, etc... So let me ask you again, have you heard of my patented U CAN SELL ANYTHING program? You should go check out my web sit www.sellanything2anyone.crap before you make one more call, you'll be thanking me on your next pay check!

Caller:
Well, I'm gonna have to get going now, you have a nice day ok...bye! (click)

I hang up the phone feeling satisfied with myself and entertained for my efforts.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Morality & Spiritual Atheism

--by Mike Adams

It was the late fall of 1998 and I was seeing disturbing coverage of tragic and vile events in another state. I became aware of a sensation advancing from my abdomen at an alarming rate infiltrating every outpost of my nervous system imbuing me with a ferocity that I truly feared. News reports drifted from the television across the room inundating my senses, leaving me in a deluge of deep shame for humanity. I understood on a personal level for perhaps the first time in my adult life how one could without compunction, deny the humanity of another, ontologically, relegating them to the category of barely human refuse...a waste of food and oxygen. I was seeing detailed reports of how Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson had picked up Matthew Shepard at the Fireside Lounge in Laramie, Wyoming. I learned how they had tortured Matthew, tied him to the bumper of their vehicle, dragged him behind the vehicle on a dirt road, tied him to a wooden fence and left him there to die alone. This was disturbing enough on its own, but I was unprepared for the vile disgust I felt for Rev. Fred Phelps and his followers, who arrived at Matthew Sheppard's funeral with signs and banners declaring, "Matt Shepard rots in Hell", "AIDS Kills Fags Dead" and "God Hates Fags".

The intensity of my ire was concerning, I had been sober for only three years and in AA, we learn to deal with resentment immediately, so I began asking my ambiguous higher power for relief from my anger...for some measure of serenity. During the previous three years, my relationship with a Higher Power, my spiritual life and my continued sobriety had been paramount in my life, indeed my precarious grip on sobriety and possibly on life absolutely depended on my spiritual wellbeing. For three years, I had taken regular moral inventories, directly amended the harms I had caused and constantly engaged in a search to enlarge my spiritual life. The result of those actions was a sense of worth and of spiritual strength.

I could, therefor, not understand how people claiming to serve God could act in a vile, hateful and callous manner like Phelps and his followers. The very basis of my spiritual practice strictly precluded me from similar actions. I couldn't even afford to entertain extreme emotions of disgust towards Phelps or Matthew's killers. For me that kind of disgust verges on hatred, which can undermine the kind spiritual strength that I had developed. My understanding of God's will for humanity had me strenuously participate in service to others, I worked to increase my compassion and to carry my good news to any who needed and wanted it
Under the circumstances, I wanted to make a difference, but I couldn't imagine what to do about Matthew Sheppard. I couldn't imagine what would allow me to comfort his friends and family or to seek justice on his behalf. Having no ideas for direct action, I resolved to work for the realization of a world, where no one would be subjected to the callous and evil treatment that Matthew had endured.

Around this time, I received word that a friend of mine was sick and that hospice had been called. A few years earlier, I had taken a job as a caregiver for mentally and physically disabled adults in a group home. Despite limitations imposed by their varied disabilities, the residents were like everyone else, in that they could be simultaneously inspiring and irritating, gentle and vindictive, in short ordinary people, whom I grew to love over the course of a few years. I had started a new line of work but when I heard that my favorite resident, a quadriplegic man had suffered a resurgence of cancer, that it was inoperable and he wouldn't be with us much longer, I rearranged my schedule to ensure that I could visit him regularly during the last weeks of his life. One night, after he slipped into a coma, I sat at his bedside with two other people and as John took his last breath, I held his hand. I reflected that despite his having suffered much in life, he had been fortunate to be surrounded by people who loved him as he walked that last length of life's path. It was a privilege to be there as the last glimmer of his human life flickered and extinguished. The power of that moment is inexorable, the surprise was how it reminded me of Dennis Sheppard's words to McKinney and Henderson at their sentencing trial in court:

By the end of the beating, his body was just trying to survive. You left him out there by himself, but he wasn't alone. There were his lifelong friends with him—friends that he had grown up with. You're probably wondering who these friends were. First, he had the beautiful night sky with the same stars and moon that we used to look at through a telescope. Then, he had the daylight and the sun to shine on him one more time—one more cool, wonderful autumn day in Wyoming. His last day alive in Wyoming. His last day alive in the state that he always proudly called home. And through it all he was breathing in for the last time the smell of Wyoming sagebrush and the scent of pine trees from the snowy range. He heard the wind—the ever-present Wyoming wind—for the last time. He had one more friend with him. One he grew to know through his time in Sunday school and as an acolyte at St. Mark's in Casper as well as through his visits to St. Matthew's in Laramie. He had God.

I feel better knowing he wasn't alone.

Sometimes through tragedy, people find grace. We can never be sure exactly where it comes from, but those moments of grace are what interest me today. They may be found in the face of overwhelming tragedy, in the tender good night ritual a parent has with a young child or the incredible charity that follows a natural disaster. Whatever the source, there is a deep reservoir of peace and generosity inside most people and when that reservoir runs free, it can inspire all who are touched to acts of generosity, compassion and grace. Some attribute this bent toward unconditional love to the shapeless hand of God inspiring the human will, others suggest that we access a sort of universal consciousness or over soul but the explanation which makes most sense to me is that human grace and compassion our an integral part of our genetic coding. That when our ancestors faced extinction roughly one hundred thousand years ago, they were forced to pull together and make communal organizations in a way that had never been done before.

Our ancestors then developed the ability to make long term plans, which would unfold over the course of several years, they developed complex communication and abstract thought. They learned to place greater importance on communal welfare than individual ambition. Those who served selfish ambition were likely ostracized and unable to procreate. After several generations, humanity's ancestors had developed a genetic predisposition towards social cohesion, giving genesis to our modern notion of morality.

On it's most basic level, that morality resonates deeply with most people and many of us yearn for a world where human relations are ruled by basic moral values which preclude killing, stealing, lying and which encourage charity and community spirit. In my experience, fundamental moral values are necessary for a vibrant spiritual life. It is true that among varied religious theologies, there are numerous disputes about specific articles of morality, for example many religions denounce homosexuality as evil, while others, like ours believe discrimination is the actual sin.

Omitting theological controversies, there are spiritual and moral principles common to most beliefs, which can, if nourished, blossom into a vibrant sense of spiritual wellbeing. My spiritual exploration began in 1995, with my joining AA, since then, I have attended several churches or retreats, studied and debated various theologies and philosophies and I have visited numerous locations thought to be holy or powerful. I experienced an unexpected twist in 2008, when my wife's cousin, who is also sober, asked if I had heard about the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster or "FSM". Since I hadn't, she sent me a web link and a note saying she thought I would find FSM entertaining. I read Bobby Henderson's open letter to the Kansas City School Board, which opens by applauding the school board's decision to split science class time in half. One half dedicated the theory of evolution, the other half used to teach intelligent design. Henderson indicates this is a good start but points out that there may be numerous intelligent design theories, and asks that equal class time be given to the theory that a Flying Spaghetti Monster, who controls both matter and time created the universe. Henderson creatively employs creationist arguments to support his FSM theory and ultimately claims that "Flying Spaghetti Monsterism" must be taught by someone wearing pirate regalia. Henderson provides a chart illustrating an inverse relationship between the population of pirates and global temperatures over the past 200 years, proving FSM's anger at the decline in pirate populations and demonstrating FSM's preference for pirates above others.

After reading Henderson's letter, I quickly joined online FSM forums, where I found FSM "followers" or "Pastafarians" to be intelligent, witty and refreshing. Periodically, an evangelizing Christian would join an FSM forum looking for Christian converts at which point, they would be engaged in lively and amusing debates. If the missionary persisted, Pastafarians would gently chide them, resulting in occasional complaints, which Pastafarians would respond to by asking what they expected when they sought Christian converts on a forum of atheists who claim membership a religion called "Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster" and who often post in Pirate Dialect?

The Pastafarian's disarming wit and indisputable logic converted me, I rejected the notion of a supreme being, particularly one which is interested in humanity. My loss of faith in God was disquieting, I worried about my sobriety, about my spiritual condition and about my morality. I tried for a short while to regain faith and forget the argument that if there had been any supreme being who wanted us to live a certain way, it would have left very clear and unmistakable instructions, leaving us no doubt and no basis for argument, controversy or misunderstanding. But without those divine instructions, I could no longer believe in God. My concern was that without God, morality lacks any basis in universal divine wisdom and it seemed that morality must therefor, be entirely subjective.

To my relief, as time continued her relentless march, I never lost my moral values. To the contrary, I realized that with no universal reward or justice, the choices we make about how to live, how to treat each other and how we care for this planet are of greater importance now than I had previously thought. Without God...when there is only us, with our genetic predisposition towards morality, with the suffering we experience, with the suffering we cause and with the suffering we are willing to tolerate, we become the sole source of evil. We are the masterminds, perpetrators and teachers of ill deed...We also have the power to end evil.

So while grace may indeed be something we plug into, I don't believe we plug into any ethereal over soul or receive any divine inspiration. Rather, I think we recognize and embrace an innate, genetic inclination towards moral behavior. We access a fundamental building block, which links us not only to the whole of humanity, but to all life on this planet. Our genetic code contains a wondrous history, chronicling life on this planet, linking us to the evolutionary miracle that continues to unfold. Our very building blocks are a tether to the interdependent web of existence. Far from endangering my spiritual quest or moral life, atheism illustrated to me the immediate necessity of living well. It made paramount the effort to create a just and compassionate world, to employ spiritual principles, to try my best to do right by my fellow travelers as I traverse the labyrinth of life's path.

I can no longer afford to be mollified by any promise that someday marriage equality will be realized, that it is inevitable and that now isn't the right time to push...there are too many loving souls who's rights are being denied right now, whose short, and precious lives are in a sense being sacrificed to quiet the chorus of bigotry.

I can no longer relax with complete contentment knowing that the sphere of my relations and loved ones are cared for, when I know that millions in my extended human family are being forced into economic, sexual or religious slavery. That they are chained to drudgery and made to cede a significant measure of their one fragile and precarious life to serve the remorseless avarice of others.

Faced with what Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. called the fierce urgency of now, I can not be truly at peace when I know that throngs of brothers and sisters, parents and grandparents, children and infants live in terror every day. That they are ravaged with the invisible emotional scars of wars and conflicts that they never invited and over which they have no control.

We all have one life...one delicate, precarious and precious life. We get to decide how we will use that life, what we will serve with that life, who we will touch with that life. This congregation's mission statement ends with the words "Living our seven principles, we bring justice and compassion to our congregation, to our community, to our world. We are a beacon of Hope!"

That is a mighty declaration! It is inspiring and worthy of our efforts. Let us stand together, journey together and work together in service of animating that mission with breath and soul. Let us be that beacon of hope lighting the way...creating a world, where Matthew Shepard could have lived a long and happy life, meeting his end in the same manner as my friend in the group home, surrounded by loved ones and embraced by community. Let us stand strong on our values in the face of dissent and hold high the shining torches of our Unitarian and Universalist legacies. Let us do this for ourselves and for our posterity. Let us have courage, strength and wisdom! Let us be kind yet firm. Let it be so!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Tara's Credo Statement

I asked my wife to post this piece, which she wrote...I hope you enjoy it!
--Mike
What follows is the credo statement I have worked up today after participating in Building Your Own Theology, a class offered at our church (Unitarian Church of Los Alamos) where we explored our beliefs about ethics, reality, human nature and the sacred, plumbing our religious history for what we have learned, rejected, what we choose to keep, where we are now.
The credo is supposed to be a statement of my beliefs about the nature of humanity, Ultimate Reality/God, the relationship between these and then the ethics and necessities this lends to my life.

I believe that to be human is to constantly encounter Paradox.
The consciousness that I have developed as I gained the ability to produce language tells me that I am separate and whole unto myself, with unique thoughts, perspectives and traits. In fact, my individuality is what makes me who I am—the uniquely valued wife of my husband, daughter of my parents, mother to my three boys. Yet, at the same time, I am just one iteration of an evolving Universe fully beyond my understanding. My bones, skin and brain are particles of stardust that have existed since the moment Existence ever was, and will take another form after me, time and time again. I will someday exist as matter that no one will recognize, in memories of others that tell only part or half the truth of my story. No matter who I am or was at the end of my days, one day I will surely be part of everything, something unrecognizable.
As part of the fundamental toolbox of my humanity, I can create ideals of justice and compassion out of the thin air of imagination and declaration. I can nurture, heal, transform, give meaning, lend comfort. And, inescapably, I will hurt, self-deceive, and participate in systems that bring death and suffering to fellow humans, fellow animals. My instinct to personally survive, to garner resources, to bring the world as it is into accordance with the world as I need to see it, sometimes wins out over the possibility of Beauty or Compassion or Wisdom, no matter how dear I hold these ideals. I think that we are unwise when we place unwarranted faith in human nature to be anything other than as it is, but I find in the compassion and understanding that I can have for that nature, a peace with the world and a way to practice love.
I think human beings create a concept of God to allow them to connect in some way with that part of themselves that is an expression of what is possible and beautiful, that part of ourselves in which we can quietly find peace and acceptance, that part of our DNA that reacts with love and recognition to all other living things. I do not think that there is a God that is sentient, in any sense larger than that the concept encompasses the sentience of those creatures who happen to have it. I do not think that there exists a God that has a plan of any kind, that the Universe is travelling in a predictable direction, or that inherent fairness from a source larger than humanity will win the day. While thinking these things may lend comfort to me, and has in the past, I find that wrestling with the task that a masterless Universe presents me with makes me a better person, a person who cannot just sigh to myself in the face of suffering that “God simply has a plan that we don’t understand” and turn away, but am called upon to lend a hand or face the consequences of my inaction.
The ethical creed that arises for me out of my understanding of humanity and Ultimate Reality makes it necessary for me to question everything, to be wary of any and all absolutes that I am offered. I can offer Wisdom in the form of my unique point of view, and so I try to. I can bring Compassion and so I actively strive to bring compassion to my relations with other people and creatures. I can create reality with the words I speak and so I conduct myself with Integrity to whatever extent I can muster. In a world that can prove no absolute truth of any kind, where our understandings of the machinations of nature are a moving target, where absolute ethics exist only in the form of societal agreements fortified by the imperative that we survive as social creatures, I still find Beauty to be everywhere and human beings most beautiful of all. I see this as the unconditional love that a family has for all of its members. The world and human beings are deeply flawed and imperfect and I love them because they are mine and I live with them. I know no better way to live here than to love the world, just as it is, as it seems, as it spins out its meaningless, gorgeous threads that make up the tapestry of history, and in which we all find our own pattern there to see.
I will end with the thoughts of Ysaye Barnwell of Sweet Honey in the Rock, who has written in her beautiful song, “We Are”:
For each child that’s born a
“A morning star rises
And sings to the universe
Who we are.

We are our grandmother’s prayers.
We are our grandfather’s dreamings.
We are the breath of our ancestors.
We are the spirit of God.

We are Mothers of Courage
Fathers of time
Daughters of dust
Sons of great vision.
We are
Sisters of Mercy
Brothers of love
Lovers of life and
The builders of nations.
We are
Seekers of truth
Keepers of faith
Makers of peace and
The wisdom of ages.”

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Holiday Reflections from 2010

--by Mike Adams

This holiday season, like almost any other, came with interpersonal challenges, personal upsets and relational cathartic discussions culminating in mutual understanding and a sense of familial affinity.

My in-laws are gone from my home and this season represents the end to an era.  My mother-in-law will be moving to the town we live in this summer, she will rent an apartment, navigate with GPS, bring added support to my family in terms of child care and add to our dynamic of sarcastic humor.  While this is a happy transition, it represents an end to our family being able to visit Northern California and stay with her for several weeks.  Our vacations will henceforth be shorter and more expensive.

This past year has been entirely transitional, my youngest began kindergarten, my eldest began middle school, my supervisor, a personal friend and mentor, died in a plane crash in May and another close friend and mentor from California just died only days before Christmas.

I could make lots of meaning out of these events but in the end, there is nothing more than what I take away from them.  They are truly irrelevant in the grand scheme of existence.  I love my little kindergartner and he fills my life with meaning but is also completely anonymous outside of the micro-sphere of those who know him.  I will miss my mentors/friends and the latter mentioned above will have a permanent impact on what I do in the world.  It was from him that I learned to articulate myself clearly and communicate deliberately.  

Over the past days, I have continually had to confront the fact that at some point, someone will lower my remains into the ground and throw dirt on my face or scatter my ashes in the forest.  People will probably cry and my children will hopefully remember me fondly…but life will continue, and if society remembers me at all it will likely be as a statistic and ultimately I'll be forgotten altogether.

My life's meaning is no more than a transitory creative process, composed of things like what I, embrace and exemplify in my actions and words as I trudge life's path.  That meaning is what I've been contemplating over recent days.  Not in terms of a New Year's resolution, but rather in terms of a mission statement.

I've been examining moral values I hold and how I attempt to balance conflicting values.  I've been considering what I want my life to serve, how far I want to try and reach in my efforts to realize those values in today's world.

One difficulty is that even at 39 years of age, having accomplished very little in life, I still think that perhaps I can save the world.  Despite having a track record of zero on transformative change outside of myself and a few loved ones, I still think (hope maybe a better word) that I could affect some monumental shift in human activity.  Basically, I'm vain!  I'm incredibly arrogant!  If someone had the misjudgment to put me in a room with Barack Obama, Bill Clinton and the Dhali Lama, I would start talking as if I really had something big to offer them.  The crazy thing is that I would truly expect them to listen…carefully.  It's just the way I am and I haven't effectively changed it yet.  To some it is an endearing trait and to others (mostly other really arrogant people) it is deeply annoying.

But I don't care if I'm arrogant, I won't let that stand in the way of my life having a meaning and I won't let it stand in the way of what I care about.

I care about people!  I love people…almost all of them! I am amazed by people, by our ability to be perfectly compassionate despite ourselves.  By our ability to perform amazing miracles of forgiveness for example the Lancaster Amish community's response to the school massacre in 2006.  I'm constantly inspired by our ability to rise from the depths of utter selfishness and be great…to redeem ourselves.

I don't subscribe to the beautiful Shakespearean quote of, "What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason…" To the contrary, I really think that people are all crazy.  Not completely crazy…we do have logic and we practice religion or spirituality and we have ideals.  But I think mostly we stumble through life taking actions and trying to avoid consequences.  In the moment after we act, we often pause to figure out how our actions are consistent with our logic or our religion or our values.  Don't misunderstand, I don't believe we always act that way, we do occasionally act deliberately, but I do believe that generally, we are deluded into thinking that we act with intention to a far greater degree than is actually the case.

The beauty of humanity lies in our ability to occasionally transcend this inherently messy and sometimes bloody process of stumbling through life.  That despite ourselves and our own shortcomings, we aspire to realize in this world beautiful ideals...more than two hundred years ago, we formed a nation with its genesis containing these words: We hold these truths to be self evident…that all men (people) are created equal, they we are endowed by our creator (in my belief evolution) with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  That to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed….

I suppose that if I have anything to offer at this moment, it would be a pleading that we all stop for a moment (perhaps several moments…maybe on a regular basis) and consider our individual and collective positions.  That we examine our actions and rather than looking for how our actions are consistent with our values, we look for how those same actions contradict our values.  That we hold in our minds and hearts the horror and ugliness of humanity while simultaneously praising the beauty of being human.  We aren't unlike those "Founding Fathers," who drafted our Declaration of Independence, who proclaimed the equality of all men while institutionalizing slavery.  We are as a species self contradicting and our beauty comes from our occasional ability to stand tall and recognize our hypocrisy, to bravely acknowledge our despicableness and change course.

Happy Holidays Everyone…especially to those of you who follow my blog, all zero of you!  ;-)

Friday, October 22, 2010

Don't be fooled by Latinos for Reform! It's not Latino at all!

--by Mike Adams

Don’t be fooled! Latinos for Reform is not on the side of Latinos. A decision to not vote will not send any message to congress except that the Latino voter block is undependable! Anti-immigration special interests groups have funded a new advertisement campaign targeted at US Hispanic voters. The Ad urges US Latinos to sit this election cycle out as a means of sending a strong message to Democrats in congress. The reality is that by not voting, Hispanics will give power to the very political interests, which have been thwarting Democrat’s attempts at immigration reform…the same interests which are backing this year’s efforts to suppress Hispanic votes in the US.
This advertisement from a 527 group is so cynical, extreme and misleading that Univision refuses to air it despite the loss of advertising revenue from the anti-Immigrant group.
Please understand, Latinos for Reform is not a grass-roots Latino immigration reform group…in fact, if it has any Latino members or contributors, they are a handful. This group was started by and is driven by a far right conservative Republican, whose party has repeatedly undermined immigration reform and whose goal is to stop immigration reform, along with other urgently needed reforms.
All Latinos, please get out to the polls and vote! It is imperative…this year Latinos should indeed send a loud message to legislators…but send the message to those legislators, who despise Hispanic voter participation and who oppose immigration reform. The message should be that Latinos vote, Latinos work hard, Latinos will not be fooled by misleading ads designed to undermine Latino interests, Latinos are here to stay and Latino Immigrants deserve respectful and humane treatment.

Monday, October 11, 2010

NY's anti-gay would-be Governor

--by Mike Adams

New York's Republican candidate for Governor is hopeful that his message of prejudice and bigotry and will carry him into the State's highest office. This past Sunday, in Brooklyn, Paladino said, "I just think my children and your children would be much better off and much more successful getting married and raising a family, and I don’t want them brainwashed into thinking that homosexuality is an equally valid and successful option — it isn’t". Paladino referenced his Democratic opponent, Andrew Cuomo's participation in the Gay Pride Parade by saying, "I didn’t march in the gay parade this year — the gay pride parade this year. My opponent did, and that’s not the example we should be showing our children." For unknown reasons, Paladino left out the portion of his prepared remarks that read, "There is nothing to be proud of in being a dysfunctional homosexual."

An hour later, Cuomo condemned Paladino's statements, "Mr. Paladino’s statement displays a stunning homophobia and a glaring disregard for basic equality. These comments along with other views he has espoused make it clear that he is way out of the mainstream and is unfit to represent New York." This is a good start, however, I'd have to say that while Paladino has the right as a citizen to have and display his bigotry in this fashion, his defiant and proudly stated prejudice shows that he is rather un-American. This country was born on the ideas put down in our Declaration of Independence...that is our source, our inspiration and though we usually fall far short of the ideals articulated in that document, we ought never accept our shortcomings as being ok. By accident Paladino got it right in a way. No one ought march in Gay Pride Parade, there should be no reason that we need to have a Gay Pride Parade, the fact that it is a political necessity is indicative of our own failure to make manifest our own principles.

Paladino is not only unfit to represent New York, he is unfit to serve as a representative in our land. He has failed to embrace the fundamental building block of our greatness, upon which we are keeping a tenuous grip.

Ironically, realizing his gaffe, Paladino later refused to comment on his statement. In fact, his campaign manger denied Paladino's anti-gay status, noting that Paladino actually employs a gay man on his campaign staff.

It is time that we as a nation lay aside our personal prejudices and stand up for what is right. That we stand by the assertion, "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. -- That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men...."

While I'm certain that there are those who will construct logical seeming, yet shallow arguments justifying their desire to institutionalize prejudice against varying classes of people, there is no honest reading of our genesis document which provides for our Government controlling who can marry who. There is no argument in support of practicing bigotry against any of our minority population.

Monday, December 14, 2009

Health Care Reform

--by Mike Adams

Today’s Washington Post reports Republican Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell as saying, “With the American people as overwhelming opposed to this bill as they are, for the Democrats to basically arrogantly take the position that we're going to ignore public opinion and jam this through before Christmas, I think that's really a stretch." All I can say is that if I weren't sober now for more than fourteen years, I'd really like to have some of what Mitch is smoking.
I am constantly amazed by the right wing's ability to get it wrong. I mean they get it all wrong almost all the time and I'm pretty sure they do it on purpose. It's one of the things that drives me crazy about "mainstream news." Organization like CNN bend over backwards trying to deliver "neutral" coverage and in the process they lend credibility to idiotic extremist claims from groups like the 'birthers' or the 'teabaggers' or in this case, Mitch McConnell.
Why don't we hear from thoughtful and intelligent people who represent conservative ideology either fiscally or socially? They do actually exist, I mean they rarely get news coverage except ironically on Bill Maher's comedy show, Real Time with Bill Maher.
I'm going to go ahead and say for the record that anyone who invokes images Hitler or the Nazis for any purpose except to label someone as a perpetrator of genocide should be laughed out of countenance and mocked for being the idiot that they are!
So for all of you teabager and birther idiots, please take a little time to learn about what Hitler and the Nazis are famous for. I'll give you a hint, it wasn't health care...it may have had something to do with murdering between 11 and 17 million people including Jews, Catholics, Jehovah's Witnesses, ethnic Poles, homosexuals, people with physical and/or mental disabilities, along with other political or religious opponents. Primarily, Nazi Germany practiced genocide against Western Europe's Jewish population killing six or seven million Jews using a systematic and heartless process of torture, starvation overwork and sometimes poison or firing lines.
So if you are going to invoke that imagery to describe a world leader it better be someone like Slobodan Milošević or some other perpetrator of mass murder rather than a sitting US President whose goal of providing every American with health care happens to wrangle your misconstrued sense of freedom.
As for Mitch's statement on Saturday morning to Meet the Nation, all I have to say is dude, where do you get your facts? The public toilet stall? The nation is overwhelmingly in favor of not only health care reform but also a public option which will force private insurance providers to compete with a fair pricing system. Quit telling lies Mitch, it is below the stature of your office!

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

New Challenges...The Dysfunctionality we will miss

--by Mike Adams

(Part 2 Click here to start at the begninning of this multi part article)

In today’s society, righteous indignation is not out of style; it is not frowned upon or discounted. A quick wit and a well delivered blow even at the expense of truthfulness may well be exalted meanwhile, a common sense approach void of stereotype and consisting of practicality may be shunned. A mere perusal of modern talk radio from the political left or the political right will expose the depths of ontological sewage we are willing to not only tolerate but actively plumb for political entertainment or in our more vile and cunning moments, for political victory.

I’ll start by examining those with whom I am more likely to agree at least in sentiment. The far left pundits spare no effort in railing against any potential leaders of the political right. Even after most news sources acknowledged it unlikely that Sarah Palin didn’t know Africa to be a continent, the far left continued to proclaim that accusation with the same ardor that the far right employs when raising funds to build a scientific museum of biblical creation. The zealous left is quick to affix degrading labels to the right which denigrate their humanity and portray conservatives as greedy and heartless power mongers. This description may be true of some individuals, however, I can’t believe that all politically conservative people even those in Washington are somehow lacking in the spectrum of emotion and decency which make up a human being.

In fact, in the weeks leading up to this year’s election, I was discussing Washington politics with several co-workers. As we considered the ills of neo-conservative philosophy and the damage its’ application has wrought in our world, a new member of our office team walked over and asked if there are any other Republicans in the office besides her. Given the tenor of our conversation up to that point, this awkward interjection spelled the end of our lively discourse.

Just to clarify, I really like this employee; she is fun to talk with, fun to work with and fun to joke with. She is obviously intelligent, has a good work ethic and is fond of children. She recently presented me with a plastic bucket containing a salamander for my kids. There is no doubt that she and I have common values, common concerns and that we share political common ground; yet I have been unwilling to venture near politics with her in conversation because of the general level of hostility between left and right in our society.

As I write these thoughts, I increasingly suspect that I ought to be willing to discuss politics with my coworker, that the partisan deadlock of Washington is merely an amplified version of what is happening in work places, coffee shops, churches and living rooms across this country. Consider the absurdity that two people who like and respect each other are unable to discuss a topic of great importance because they disagree on a few points. Perhaps we citizens share more blame than we care to admit in the political impotence that pervades our national politics. It is possible that we misunderstand our elected officials and we ought to conceive of them as mirrors through which we can identify our own failures to be pragmatic and to compromise.

Consider the politics of employment. From the cross section of my experiences and the experiences of those who have shared with me there are definitely threads of continuity. Continuity in the way new comers may be distrusted and unfairly blamed for errors. Continuity in the willingness to deny culpability for consequences we helped to orchestrate. Continuity in the duplicitous actions we might take when competing for a promotion or a raise. Continuity in the subtle deceits we might employ to affect a meeting with clients or with management.

When we examine our own artful manipulations and those perpetrated by coworkers in an effort to gain even a slight upper hand, it becomes possible to see politicians not as villains, but as people trying to survive a difficult environment. Washington subterfuge may seem more unscrupulous than what occurs in our work places, however, on an interpersonal level, Washington politics is rather similar to what we practice every day, its primary dissimilarity being the high stakes and constant publicity.

Setting excuse aside, it is important to note that elected officials are obliged to govern effectively and in our collective interest. Difficult circumstances and human nature do not ease any charge of public service. All elected officials choose that burden when they run for office and we citizens will benefit by valuing, encouraging and even demanding pragmatic, thoughtful deliberation. Here is an area of interest, because when we choose our leaders, we charge them with certain tasks. Perhaps it would be useful to examine what labors we demand from our leaders and how that may or may not have contributed to the partisan bickering and deadlock in our nation’s politics. First, I’ll examine common complaints about politicians. Politicians are often thought of as unprincipled and ineffective; they are in the pockets of big money, they serve special interests and they place too much importance on party line while forgetting the plight of those who elected them.

From the mid 1990’s, through early 2003, I believed fervently that the political left needed to hit harder and develop effective counter attacks to answer right wing aspersions. I seethed that Al Gore was not a stronger candidate. I agonized over rampant disorganization in progressive politics. I wrote acrimonious letters to editors, complained to any who would listen and accomplished nothing. My opinion letters were never published with the exception of one, which appeared in a small paper, directly after an opinion linking political difficulties to UFO activity in the deserts surrounding Roswell, NM.

In May, 2004, I lost my energy for rancor. I became weary of the livid commentary that had dominated our politics for a decade. It seemed vital that we develop a new approach to politics, that we diminish extremes and search out common ground on political issues. I believed this country could progress only after we alter the tenor of political debate. Thinking better of myself than was justifiable, I imagined myself a leader in the new bi-partisan charge for common ground. After reading “Nonviolent Communication” (NVC) by Marshal Rosenberg, I tried to organize an NVC letter writing campaign, I arranged for NVC training sessions and encouraged my friends to use the process while corresponding with elected officials and editors of their favorite periodicals.

My friends found NVC to be cumbersome and tricky, meanwhile I wrote my heart out, although ineffectively. Of more than one hundred letters that I wrote, not one was published… none could even claim real estate in a local paper next to opinions about Roswell’s UFO’s. My friends didn’t write at all and slowly, I gave up…barely noticing my own surrender. As time passed, my country plowed further into political territory I found troubling and my ire resuscitated. My political discourse took on a new subtle ferocity partly inspired by George Lakoff and partly inspired by Karl Rove. I wrote to any and everyone including my whole email list, which was a bad idea as some people pointed out when they requested that I stop emailing them. Undaunted, I crafted opinions from the pulpit of moral certitude and as our wars in the Middle East deteriorated and our economy slowed, the fires of my indignation roared. I joined in chorus to evict the scoundrels from Washington and my vote carried with it, a directive to legislate my exasperation or at least, to inflict it on the opposition.

When I consider the experiences described above, which are common among people of all political persuasions, I worry that as a nation we are off course. We elect people to represent our outrage while at the same time complaining about partisan stalemate in government. What if partisan deadlock is simply a manifestation of our collective will? What if by adopting interpersonal changes, we could affect more political transformation than by implementing legislation? What if our government’s failure to be pragmatic and bi-partisan is a result of the value we place on staunchly adhering to and/or vociferously promoting specific, politically controversial agendas? What if we could alter politics simply by questioning the accuracy of our information, and asking if we really have the facts? What would be different if we were deeply concerned with having evenhanded and subjective information so that we could make informed and practical decisions about politics? How much do we set political tone by electing leaders who will “stick it to” the opposition? How much do we set political tone by tuning into sensational and partisan news programs or by avoiding the topic of politics with friends and acquaintances whose political affiliations rival ours?

I believe that collectively and individually, we have more control over the political process than we are comfortable with. Every day, we make choices that affect our political system. We choose how informed to be regarding local, state, federal and international politics. We choose how to view politicians and the work they do; whether we think of politics as positive, negative, corrupt, honorable or irrelevant. We choose where to give our attention whether sensational news and entertainment or factual assessment of current issues. We choose what sells, what is popular and what will be provided for public consumption. In a practical sense, we are the final arbiters of what our news covers, how in depth that coverage is and of how our politicians behave while representing us. We determine these things through what we watch, what we listen to and what we tolerate from others and from ourselves. In summary, if we intend to have a new inclusive and practical politics, we will necessarily attend to standards. We will examine our standards for developing opinion, we will look at our standards for personal behavior and we will consider the standards of news agencies, politicians and political pundits. We will raise the bar for ourselves and for our country.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Our new Challenges

--by Mike Adams

On November 4th, 2008, after working late, I returned home, went upstairs to say good night to my sleeping three year old son. I knelt by his bed, looked at his little face, kissed his cheek, straightened out his blankets, and began to imagine the possibilities that would be available to him in life. It occurred to me that because of this day’s events, my little Native American boy would grow up in a different kind of world than what I had inherited.

I reflected that my son’s first memory of a US President would be of Barack Obama, an African American. I swelled with pride for my country as the significance of that reality seeped into my being. I felt personally uplifted, because despite years of cynicism, I knew that if my little dark skinned, Native American son ever wants to grow up and become President, it is now a real possibility. Over the next few days, I became increasingly aware that this generation more than any other will grow into adulthood having a broader and more inclusive understanding of who can share American values and who can share in the American dream with all of its possibilities.

Within days, my enthusiasm was blunted slightly by dour news of our economy, unemployment soared to six and a half percent, The DOW fell six hundred points, property values continued to plummet, our auto industry was in collapse, local and state governments were insolvent. Whimsically, I considered whether Republicans had intentionally lost the election so as to avoid dealing with their mess. I chuckled at the notion that now they could blame this all on “The Left.”

Later, while watching FOX news, in a personal effort to be more ‘fair and balanced,’ I noted that political battle lines were already being drawn and I registered another subtle drop in my own optimism.

My wife and I watch the news sometimes fervently. For two years, we saw each election blow delivered and each counter punch registered. I cringed as some of my country’s less informed citizens insisted that Barack Obama is Muslim and therefore not trustworthy to lead the USA. I stood tall as Colin Powell questioned why in this country, being Muslim would disqualify anyone from being President, while at the same time pointing out that Barack Obama is a Christian.

I was glad to hear Mr. Powell eloquently remind America that there are currently men and women serving in our armed forces of all faiths including Islam. His words underscored the important but often overlooked fact that our nation is called the United States of America. Our choice of a leader should be based upon principles of unity not dictated by fear and bigotry. We ought to measure ourselves by asking if our choices manifest the sacred words, “We hold these truths to be self evident. That all men are created equal…”

I began to note that while political battle lines were indeed being drawn, the impending political battle will differ from the stereotypical platitudes which have dominated our political landscape for the past few decades. By choosing Barack Obama as President, the American public has chosen a new direction. We have initiated a break from our past and will soon be charting new territory for our nation and for the world. On the surface, this sounds exciting and I definitely want to be an enthusiastic participant, however, there is another aspect to all of this transition and impending change, which I’ll examine next.

First off, the idea of charting new territory was much more appealing when it was almost entirely theoretical. Now that such change is as an immediate necessity and we don’t know what it will look like or how it will impact our families and loved ones, there exists in me a fair measure of fear. Part of me whimsically wishes for the ability to postpone the unknown challenges and upheaval.

We are faced with incredible and unimagined global challenges, ranging from an unprecedented economic downturn to ecological crisis including the possible mass extinction of varied species and global warming. It is understandable that many of us desperately wish to fit everything into the context of our old ways of thinking and doing. There is comfort in familiarity and tackling these problems using a familiar world view where roles are assigned and we know where others stand seems easier.

This crisis won’t be handled in that fashion. We can’t predict what will happen or what will be required of us and our leaders. We can’t know in advance specifically how to weather this storm and come out the other side having created a better world. Sometimes I imagine the possibility of a ‘Mad Max’ post-apocalyptic world, where I will be glad to have learned marksmanship with both guns and archery. I will be grateful to have studied martial arts and to know carpentry. On other occasions, I imagine a green and peaceful world, where we all live environmentally sustainable lives and earth day is the most celebrated and beloved holiday on the planet. Cliché’s aside, our future is more ambiguous than it was only two years ago.

What’s clear is that our current paradigms will no longer effectively function in the face of these new threats. Of necessity, our solutions will be forged from creativity carrying forward the very best of who we are and what we have learned from past crisis. Our fundamental concepts of common sense may soon be irrelevant. With exponential decreases in available resources we will be forced to alter our mindset leaving behind the convenience of disposability. Our world is likely to witness dramatically increased levels of global disease and famine. Our moral leadership and our resolve will be tested; our willingness to coalesce and confront an imminent threat will be challenged.

We will face a multitude of difficult and frightful choices over the next years. Our actions will decide on which side of history we stand. While we may not be able to dictate which circumstances confront us, we will certainly have the opportunity to choose which values we serve and how far we go to preserve and perfect our union.

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