Saturday, March 2, 2013

Circling Haiku Cycles--by Kamala Land


Circles, cycles as
My pedals spin around. Wheels
Roll upon the earth.








Minutes spin into
Hours, days, weeks, months to years.
Spins life unto death.









Youth is immortal.
As age sees finality.
Life circles cycle.











Bubbles small and large;
Circling, cycling, splitting, break.
Circle complete—end.








Babies grow into
Adults into elderly.
Life circles cycle.








Clocks weave time essence.
Plans, dates, deadlines, importance,
End unimportant.






Watched become watchers,
Watchers turn back into watched.
Life circles cycle.







Earth dances with stars,
Moon, planets, frolic in space.
Play circle, cycle.







Circles, cycles as
my pedals spin around. Wheels
roll upon the earth.










Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I am a Democrat.


 I am a Democrat. I always have been a Democrat and most likely will always be a Democrat no matter what individual is running. That's right, you read it right. I will never vote for the person. It all started back when I was a teenager and asked my non-voting father what the difference was between the Democrats and Republicans. He answered quite simply, “Democrats are for the poor people and Republicans are for the rich.” Even though he didn't vote he considered himself a Democrat. Which is a shame but so true for lower income earners as he didn't think his vote counted. While this is possibly over simplistic it still rings true.

You see, I grew up in a trailer parked in a trailer park. My father was a simple butcher and my mother didn't work. Since we didn't have any government aid I do not consider my childhood as poor, but rather lower middle class. I am now right smack in the middle of middle class. I live comfortably but still if the economy sunk, so would I.

I have a Bachelor of Business Administration degree from UTEP. In that school of thought, the professors tried their very best to convince their students of Republican virtues. It all sounds great. People should take care of people. Corporations have an obligation to take care of their employees and should give to charitable organizations (not to mention the tax deduction) to make society stronger. Employees will spend thus building a stronger community and charities will take care of the needy. This way, government will be able to take care of the larger picture. Trouble with that picture is people are greedy and like to line their own pockets. In 2009 Dan Gerstein wrote in Forbes.com, “Big banks on the brink of collapse rewarding the folks who put the country on the brink of depression with $18 billion in bonuses. Citigroup (nyse: C - news - people ) going a tone-deaf step further in buying a $50 million luxury jet.” Not to forget the AIG gave $218 million bonus payments after receiving $170 billion bailout. In the recent Al Smith dinner that Romney and Obama attended, Romney pokes fun at Obama indicating his time in office is limited, “Of course we’re down to the final months of the president’s term…As President Obama surveys the Waldorf banquet room, with everyone in white tie and finery, you have to wonder what he’s thinking. So little time, so much to redistribute.” I'd rather have a Robin Hood as a President than one whose wife wears $900 t-shirts.

That's why voter id is pushed by Republicans because poor people tend to be apathetic like my father. There is very little voter fraud. Any voter id laws are promoted by Republicans to make it difficult for the indigent to vote. The Brennan Center for Justice at the New York University of Law draws the following conclusion (each point is further explained at http://www.brennancenter.org/content/resource/policy_brief_on_the_truth_about_voter_fraud/ )
* Fraud by individual voters is both irrational and extremely rare.
* Many vivid anecdotes of purported voter fraud have been proven false or do not demonstrate fraud.
* Voter fraud is often conflated with other forms of election misconduct.
* Raising the unsubstantiated specter of mass voter fraud suits a particular policy agenda.
* Claims of voter fraud should be carefully tested before they become the basis for action.

I recently dropped a former colleague and who I thought was a friend from Facebook because of her bashing of Obama. She was blaming him for the economic recession, her son-in-law's death in Afghanistan and other reasons. Though she is educated, her rantings were the opposite. She was basically voting for Romney, not for his campaign platform but to vote against Obama.

First off, Obama is not to blame for the recession. He also didn't start the bailouts. George W. Bush left office already having approved a federal bailout in of the American International Group for $85 billion September of 2008. This crisis is the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression. “It has become one of the rare things that binds the two men, the controversial automotive bailout that was begun by former President George W. Bush and completed by his successor, President Barrack Obama,” stated Paul A. Einstein of the Detroit Bureau in his February 12, 2012 article “Bush Would “Do it Again” on Auto Bailouts”. The $17.4 billion automotive bailout was made in December 2008. My point is the worst financial crisis is not going to turn around in just four years, yet the country overall is recovering. The bailouts were a necessary government move in order to avoid a second Great Depression.

I feel sorrow for the loss of my former colleague's son-in-law. I feel sorrow for the loss of any son or daughter lost in war—on either side. I think it is a shame that in this modern age we still have to resort to barbaric war tactics to settle disputes. But also, I think that a person should own up to personal responsibility. If a person joins a killing machine (Army, Navy, Marine Corp, Air Force) for whatever their personal reasons, s/he should understand that her/his possible death is part of that assignment. But lets also remember, we were in Afghanistan before Obama took office.

I feel that a person should have the right to affordable health care and not have to worry how his/her medical bills will get paid at the worst possible time: while they feel sick. A woman should have a right over her own body. A person should be able to choose who they love and marry, regardless of sex. It is no threat to me, I've made my choice, other people should be able to make their choices. I feel that a person should be able to eat, no matter what his/her income bracket. I feel everyone should feel that their vote counts. That's why I am a Democrat.

The Republican party is not what it used to be. If the Democratic party changes and leaves its current platform, then I will have to realign myself to a party that supports equality for all: poor, sex, religion, rights, healthcare for all, marital rights for all.

Monday, August 30, 2010

How to kill the seasonal spirit

I went to Sam’s Club today and what do you suppose I saw? Christmas decorations! It’s only the end of August! Since stores have been complaining about the decline of seasonal sales I wonder when they figure the season starts. I realize that they think that if the sales are down, just start selling the stuff sooner and sooner. But August? Now really!

Retailers have been complaining for years and years about the decline of spending during holiday seasons; well, no wonder! Now, the next sentence is going to make me sound old but here goes anyway. When I was growing up, we didn’t see Halloween decorations until the beginning to mid-October. Thanksgiving décor came out the day after Halloween. We NEVER saw Christmas ‘anything’ until the day after Thanksgiving which was the starting whistle to the beginning the season’s shopping sales and sprees. Now by the time Thanksgiving is over, we’re blasé and tired of the holidays and who really needs to see more of the holiday season at that point.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Think about it

Life is wondrous. I know you’ve heard that before in some variation. I see, feel, taste, hear, and smell the world. I don’t remember anything before I came into existence. When I die, I will return to that form. That’s what make this all so magical. I feel like a god. It’s because of this feeling of omniscience that I carry on today as though it will last forever.

Pet peeves creep into my world. Friends share this: school administrators check teacher’s room closets, Texas Education board blanks out words like capitalism from its history books, someone cuts us off in traffic, someone doesn’t arrive on time or do what we expect them to do, etc. We all get so wrapped up in this day-to-day life we forget about its end.

Sure we hear of people dying. But think of it. The bird that woke up cheerfully one day only to fly too low and gets hit by a truck had no idea that that day would be its last. None of us do. So take this moment and reflect. Look at those people and things around you. See, feel, taste, hear, and smell the world appreciate this moment and the moments that you have each day. Life is short. The longer you live the shorter it gets. Be thankful for each moment.

This has been said since mankind has begun to think about his/her existence. It takes something profound and near to rekindled this self reflection.

Dedicated to a friend whose life clock is running down.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Grease gloves


I exit the bright outdoors to the shadowy, musty shop. The heat remains constant. It is mid summer in the sunny southwest; heat is just a part of it. Echo, our metal stead, stands lame against a metal table. Charley is wrestling plants and fencing out on our new property perimeter. I can do this by myself.

Grabbing Echo's handlebar halter, I latch it into place and cinch it tight. Echo's nose will now remain steady as I hoist the long tandem onto our makeshift bicycle tuning stand. I lift the front end up and over the first bar, careful not to scratch the precious protective paint. With the back of the bicycle now in place, I am ready to work. I nervously grab the paper with tuning directions, compliments of Bicycling Magazine (www.bicycling.com).

My hands wear a glove of grease as I follow instructions, but miss a point. The shifting works but remains tight. Rereading the instructions, I notice the cable should be detached. I go get Charley, rather rescue him from his battle of fencing and plants. He enters the shop, helps illuminate my darken cove, opens a nearby window and turns on a ceiling fan which circulates hot air. Sweat cools my skin as the new breeze brushes against it. He's ready to by my assistant and shift the gears on the opposite end of this very long bicycle.

Frustration arises when the followed instructions cease to work. Cable frays and bites my thumb. Disappointment. I failed this time, but I will beat you!

Friday, August 14, 2009

So you like your siituation?


I know that I'm not going to change people's minds. I'm usually one who has my political opinion and keeps it to myself (close friends usually know what I'm thinking). I don't write political opinions--until now. I am moved to write my feelings on this subject. I'm going to start by asking a series of questions.
  1. Have you ever had an emergency and laid there worrying whether or not the doctor who has been assigned to you is listed as a provider under your current insurance plan?
  2. Has your employer changed insurance plans and it became questionable whether or not they would cover pre-existing conditions?
  3. Have you ever been denied health-care insurance because of pre-existing conditions?
  4. Has your health-care provider stopped covering you because your health situation is costing too much?
  • I have had to scurry about to check to see if a doctor was in my plan and at a time when I should have been more worried about the situation of life.
  • EPISD has changed insurance plan administrators and one of the first questions asked at an orientation meeting was, "Will you cover pre-existing conditions?"
  • I had a friend whose son had a rare disease. The insurance they had discontinued coverage because it had become too costly. Then they could not get another insurance to cover him because it was then pre-existing condition. He died. Five years after their son's death, the parents were still paying for medical expenses incurred.
Charley and I are now retired, but we had to wait until he was old enough so we would be able to afford the medical insurance. I know other people who would like to retire but say they cannot do so because medical insurance would eat up whatever retirement pay they would have.

So you may be worried about universal health care, I've seen the vote go around Facebook. But what is being proposed is not universal health care or socialized medicine. If you like your insurance, you'll keep your insurance. Your insurance will have to accept pre-existing conditions, however. If you lose your job, your health will not suffer because you will still be able to get medical treatment at the same cost that your congressman pays, be he or she Republican or Democrat. If you change jobs, you will no longer have to worry whether your new insurance provider will accept pre-existing conditions.

We are already paying for people who are not insured. The way we are paying actually costs more than if we had a plan that would cover them. I taught high school in a poor section of the city. Students would come and announce that fainted the night before and their mother took them to the emergency room. They went to the emergency room because they did not have health insurance and emergency rooms cannot deny them. Did they pay the bill? No, because they were poor. Who paid the bill? We did, maybe not through taxes but through our insurance premiums. Someone had to pay.

One of the scare tactics out there is that socialized medicine is poor quality. I've been to Canada, the Canadians are afraid of getting sick in the United States and of the high medical costs. I've been to Europe where people are relaxed about their health. Doctors can diagnose and not worry about all the required insurance paperwork needed and hiring a staff that is dedicated, not to providing better health care service, but to managing insurance company claim forms. I had to get a prescription filled while in Germany, while the Germans would pay less than I did (if anything) the cost was cheaper than my co-pay at home. The pharmacist was diligent and took time to make sure my prescription was filled properly.

As for the death-panel stuff, here's was a Republican had to say about what the well-informed (ha-hem) Sarah Palin who stands by her 'death-panel' claim, her "posting came one day after Republican Sen. Lisa Murkowski of Alaska said that Palin and other critics were not helping the GOP by tossing out false claims. Portions of the Democratic health care bills "are bad enough that we don't need to be making things up," Murkowski said, invoking a phrase that Palin used in her resignation speech, when she asked the news media to "quit making things up." Murkowski said she was offended at the "death panel" terminology. "There is no reason to gin up fear in the American public by saying things that are not included in the bill," she said." (Associated Press writer Erica Werner contributed to this report.)

Think about it, who has the most to lose? It's not you or me, it is the insurance companies and the health care administrators. It is those people who are goading all the myths and lies of the health-care bill.

Alright, enough is enough from me. If you want to check out what I'm touting, here are some links:

Sunday, July 5, 2009

It's a war! No, it's the 4th of July!


Happy birthday America!
It's a war! It's a war! No, wait, it's only the 4th.



Ever since I was a kid, I used to love the 4th of July. Notice that I used past tense. So sit back and I'll give you a little history lesson. I moved outside the city limits with Charley and since people couldn't shoot fireworks off in the city, they would drive to the outskirts to buy from the multitude of temporary stands and then proceed to shoot their hard-earned money into the sky. In those days there weren't many people living this far out of the city. Everyone would go a little crazy like our dog, Moksha who would try and chase down the firecrackers and bite them. He would get so wild that we would have to lock him up in a room without windows until the whole event was over. But, every year we'd pull up chairs, sometimes invite friends over and have a cookout, buy the kids a small amount of fireworks (with our hard-earned money) and sit back and enjoy the madness.

But then things changed. Each year the crowds got bigger and bigger. Now there is so many cars that they create an actual traffic jam where cars creep along the freeway waiting to exit the ramp. People are no longer are just parking along the access roads of the interstate to have their little party, but driving up and parking next to our home with total disregard to our territory. They don't shoot fireworks off at their house, so they drive to mine to have their party.


When the huge crowd began to invade, the fun of the 4th began to leave me. My poor donkey, Murphy, would run around the property trying to escape the invasion of the insane. He understood that it was war. Then came the year of a drought. The crowds of people gathered as usual shooting off fireworks wherever there was a bare spot between the greasewood and the mesquite bushes with a complete disregard and disrespect for homes they parked themselves amidst. Fires started. We didn't have time to watch the fireworks that night, we were chasing little fires set in the desert surrounding our home with buckets of water in hand. We finally went to bed around midnight, then our neighbor called and said there was a fire on the other side of our house. Sure enough, a bush caught on fire. People had already jumped our eight-foot fence and were trying to put it out. Together, we smothered the flames out. Turns out that even though it was dry enough to catch the desert on fire, it wasn't dry enough for the laws of Texas. Of course, most of Texas is not a desert, but the southwestern tip is. But who cares about the southwestern tip?


But now, let's talk about the aftermath. When everyone who came to the outskirts of town has had their little party and burned all their blasting purchases leaves, do they pick up after themselves like good citizens of an ideal community? You got to be kidding yourself if you think they do. Beer bottles, cans, food wrappers, and remnants of fireworks casings remain in the wake of the celebratory war. The county does hire a clean-up crew who come out and clean most of the crap along the interstate, but the side roads are left to be cleaned by the local inhabitants, like us.


Then for ten years we were cycling during the summer months and were not at home. While we didn't see what was going on, but in the back of my mind, I always wondered if my home would be burned down in my absence. Even on the road, we would find a locale to stay put for a few days. Drunk drivers and cyclists are not a good mix. I did not want become a new test for the inebriated. Last year we retired and we no longer have to cycle-tour during the heat-stroke months of summer and have been home during the onslaught of celebrators. Last night we stayed in and just listened to the loud explosions of the assault outside. This year we are lucky, the monsoon rains started early and the desert was damp. No fires were started.


But I ask you, "Are all these people celebrating the birth of our wonderful, free nation or do they just see an opportunity to blow up things, drink, and have a party?" From my perspective, I am more inclined to agree with Murphy, it's an invasion and a war and no longer a celebration.