Showing posts with label My Old School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Old School. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Educated By The Same Books

 I attended school in my home state of Iowa in a public school system that I was always proud to have been a part of, one that not only taught us how to do math, know and understand History and why events had happened as they did, English so that we knew how to read and write (the power of expression), Algebra, Economics, English Literature, Chemistry, Biology, Speech, Geometry, and all proved to be what we students needed to mold us into adults that could carry on in life and make good and sane decisions for the families we would one day have.
 So what is it, I ask myself, that let some of us, all who attended the same school with the same teachers and the same text books, to one day become not so logical and vote for a man named Trump?
Because it was absolutely not a logical choice to choose to elect a man who clearly has the mind of a fifth grader to lead our country?
What turned that 'logic switch' in the brains of some of those I spent my school years with to flip to the 'off' position?
 It's VERY clear to me as well as many others that he has no understanding of this world when it comes to History, American History or World History, and there is an abundance of evidence simply by watching videos of him or reading the scripts of interviews he has given, watching his body language on the campaign trail and since, that the man, although he went to college is clearly uneducated.
 Bigly
Yuge
Losers
Fake

These are the words of a fifth grade boy experimenting with his vocabulary and attempting to get a response from his peers in hopes of impressing them and fitting in.
It would appear that somewhere in his life he stopped growing, and I don't wish to spend a lot of time trying to discern what it was that happened to him that stunted his brain's ability to grow and transform from boy to man,
but clearly something happened along the way that stopped the leap into being an adult.
 To those of you who voted for him, especially those of you I knew back in the days we were all being educated by the same teachers with the same words, and having all read from the same textbooks,
what happened to you to bend your brain into believing his words on the campaign trail,
and better yet, to allow yourselves to still follow him knowing that he speaks the words of a fifth grade boy?
 It's a difficult thing to admit you made the wrong choice, especially when voting for a President, but if you are now seeing the light, please call your representatives in Congress and tell them to do what it takes to remove this man child from our White House.  Perhaps in 2020 you will be given a new and better choice.  Perhaps it will be an educated, well-spoken and truly caring man that will do his best to build this nation up and not tear it down.  Not lie to it's people. Not take rights away.  Not take away health coverage for those who need it most. Not use the office for his own good, and perhaps surround himself with good people that he trusts enough to listen to, rather than brush them off and ignore their advice as a fifth grade boy would do.
We all make mistakes from time to time,
but it's time to fess up and fix yours.
He's done enough damage and it would be best if he were to take his skate board and just go home to New York.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Imagining September

 September is here in all it's glory, and in a few weeks will be followed by my favorite.... OCTOBER!

 Te skies have already begun to swing into autumn mode, with bluer, less humidity filled skies and contrails that go on forever.
We purchased our fall flowers and filled all of the pots and planters on our porch, deck and patio on Monday, since my husband knew he would be occupied with a client the rest of the week and wanted to be able to help me with the task, since it involves carrying the deck rail planters down the stairs on the back patio where I do my dirty work of removing the old flowers and planting the new.
Then we hose everything off and autumn officially begins at our house.

I'm wishing I could be a bug on the wall in my old high school town since Kate Davis will be performing there in the old high school auditorium.
*image from internet and not certain of the credits*

She would be a real treat to see, and just sitting in the auditorium, that once seemed so large and now appears so small to me, would be a flash from the past for certain.
Here she is singing Imagine by John Lennon....
a friend from my high school days posted it on Facebook.
Thanks, Judy!!
Watch it. and then start your day thinking good thoughts,
something the world can always use.