Tuesday, February 28, 2012

THE REVOLUTION WITHIN THE REVOLUTION

Subject: Re: THE REVOLUTION WITHIN THE REVOLUTION

..."offers good reasons for why young Cubans
should assure the continuity of the revolution." 
A reminder that revolution must be an ongoing process.  We tend to think of the American Revolution as an event that occurred back in 1776.  Once we had thrown off the oppressive yoke of the British Empire, the revolution was complete.  Not so, the American Revolution continued to evolve and reinvent itself until it became what it is today. 
We Working Class Americans have been deceived into believing that the American Revolution included all people living in the Colonies.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  Most people were not included.  The Revolution was fought to free the Landed Gentry from the oppressive taxes of the British Empire.  The majority of Colonists provided the fighting men, but did not see much difference when the smoke cleared and the British armies sailed back to Jolly Old England. 
And the Revolution continued successfully, year after year.  The Landed Gentry and the wealthy merchants, free from the King's boot heel, expanded and flourished and became fierce competitors, eventually overtaking and surpassing the Empire upon whom the sun never set.  Today the Revolution has expanded its power to the Four Corners of the World.  It is no longer confined to America, but it is still the ever changing American Revolution.  It is now a World Empire overshadowing every Empire that went before it. 
Hats off to that Great American Revolution!  It is a great success story.  But it is not our story.  Not the story of the Working Class.  We have been used to fight the Empire's fights, to till their fields, to work their factories, to sing their songs or victory.  But it is not our Land of the Free and the Brave.  It is the property of the Great American Empire. 
The Working Class has yet to have our American revolution. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

more wild-eyed rambling

Of course we must be selective, don't you know? 
We must regulate people's bed rooms.  And we must assure that all citizens are regulated by properly taxing them.  And we must regulate people's public behavior, too.  Only positive rallies, no protests or anti American demonstrations to give the rest of the world a wrong view of our wonderful life.  We also must regulate how much people may earn...excuse me, the working people, not to be confused with the First Class Corporate Citizens.  We must regulate who may join a union, or if unions may even exist.  This is to protect people's right to work...at any wage...under any condition. 
 
The trouble is that too many of us fall prey to the Ruling Classes twisting of the English language...which is already twisted enough.  We just go right along with their definitions.  Right to work?  Sure we want that!  Oppressive governmental regulations?  No one wants Socialism.  
And on it goes, just prancing along to the sweet sound of the Empire Builder's Pied Pipers. 
 
Curious Carl
 

where is our human compassion?

 
Where the Hell are all those Right to Live folks?  Wouldn't you think they'd be out there with rifles and pitchforks, hunting down and castrating the rapists? 
I am so offended by these glib right wing fundamentalists sobbing over an aborted fetus and looking the other way when little children starve to death or are sold into slavery and their mothers are raped repeatedly.  I have total contempt for those phony bastards. 
 
Carl Jarvis
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, February 19, 2012 3:50 PM
Subject: One Billion Rising Eve Ensler, Reader Supported News


   Ensler writes: "As economies collapse and the 99 percent struggles with
less and less, as global warming increases, and fires, floods, drought
abound, the violence against women and girls increases. They become targets.
They become commodities, sold in many places for less than a cell phone."
 
Kanyabiyunga, Congo: While covering her face, a Congolese woman describes
her rape to a health worker. (photo: Spencer Platt/Getty Images)


, Reader Supported News

 
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, February 19, 2012 9:54 PM
Subject: Re: One Billion Rising Eve Ensler, Reader Supported News

Where the Hell are all those Right to Live folks?  Wouldn't you think they'd be out there with rifles and pitchforks, hunting down and castrating the rapists? 
I am so offended by these glib right wing fundamentalists sobbing over an aborted fetus and looking the other way when little children starve to death or are sold into slavery and their mothers are raped repeatedly.  I have total contempt for those phony bastards. 
 
Carl Jarvis
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Sunday, February 19, 2012 3:50 PM
Subject: One Billion Rising Eve Ensler, Reader Supported News


   Ensler writes: "As economies collapse and the 99 percent struggles with
less and less, as global warming increases, and fires, floods, drought
abound, the violence against women and girls increases. They become targets.
They become commodities, sold in many places for less than a cell phone."
 
Kanyabiyunga, Congo: While covering her face, a Congolese woman describes
her rape to a health worker. (photo: Spencer Platt/Getty Images)


Who's at the helm of our ship of fools?

 
It's scarey to think that many Believers claim that we are made in the image of God.  Can there really be a Madman at the helm of this Ship of Fools? 
 
Curious Carl (made in the image of Clyde and Elsie Jarvis)
----- Original Message -----
The September 11 suicide attack you probably never heard about ...

By Joshua Holland

AlterNet,Posted on October 28, 2006

http://www.alternet.org/bloggers/joshua/43616/

If you read the right-wing blogs -and you have my sincere sympathies if you
do -you know that the hot story right now is about a free speech trial in
france. The war-bloggers are a little too excited about it to give their
readers much background, but it's got something to do with the controversial
killing of Mohammed al Durah by Israeli troops (or not) that helped fire up
the second Palestinian Intifada. (I'd link you to the Wikipedia article but,
unsurprisingly, its neutrality and factual accuracy are
disputed -Israel/Palestine is the ultimate postmodern conflict, where no
reality exists that's not subject to passionate dispute.)

A common theme of the right's breathless "coverage" of the trial -also
unsurprisingly -is that the biased liberal media just refuse to give this
momentous case the attention that it's due, despite the obvious fact that
libel trials in France have long been a source of fascination for Americans
of all backgrounds. Beer, boobs, football, French libel trials -you know
what captures our imaginations.

Anyway, while waiting to do a radio show (which you can catch tomorrow, if
you care to, at 5:30, 7:30 and 9:30 pm EST on one of these fine stations),
there was a story that I had completely missed about an attempted suicide
bombing right here in the US of A on September 11 of all days.

What? I had missed an attempted suicide bombing -a car bombing, no less -on
September 11? How could that have happened?

It became clear after a little Googling turned up this piece by Jennifer
Pozner, which appeared almost a month after the fact in New York Newsday:

On Sept. 11, 2006, the fifth anniversary of the terror attacks that
devastated our nation, a man crashed his car into a building in Davenport,
Iowa, hoping to blow it up and kill himself in the fire.

No national newspaper, magazine or network newscast reported this attempted
suicide bombing, though an AP wire story was available. Cable news (save for
MSNBC's Keith Olbermann) was silent about this latest act of terrorism in
America.

Had the criminal, David McMenemy, been Arab or Muslim, this would have been
headline news for weeks. But since his target was the Edgerton Women's
Health Center, rather than, say, a bank or a police station, media have not
called this terrorism even after three decades of extreme violence by
anti-abortion fanatics, mostly fundamentalist Christians who believe they're
fighting a holy war. [...]

Abortion providers and activists received 77 letters threatening anthrax
attacks before 9/11, yet the media never considered anthrax threats as
terrorism until after 9/11, when such letters were delivered to journalists'
offices and members of Congress.

After 9/11, Planned Parenthood and other abortion rights groups received 554
envelopes containing white powder and messages like, "You have been exposed
to anthrax.... We are going to kill all of you." They were signed by the
Army of God, a group that hosts Scripture-filled Web pages for
"Anti-Abortion Heroes of the Faith ... "

If a Muslim sneezes and someone catches cold, the war-blogs scream
"bioterrorism!" Again and again they've embarrassed themselves by jumping
all over a story about some asshole that committed some act of violence and
declaring him part of their imagined, all-consuming Islamic Jihad against
the West, only to have to retract when the facts came in. But this attempted
suicide bombing ... well, it apparently wasn't nearly as interesting as,
say, your typical French libel trial -even, apparently, to the liberal
media.

That, despite the fact that it's part of a pattern; as Pozner adds, there
also hasn't been much attention in the media to the fact that "just last
year, nearly one in five abortion clinics experienced gunfire, arson,
bombings, chemical attacks, assaults, stalking, death threats and blockades,
according to the 2005 National Clinic Violence Survey."

Anyway, it turns out that McMenemy was as stupid as he is crazy; the clinic
he attacked doesn't offer abortions, it "provides mostly low-income patients
with pap smears, ob-gyn care, testing for sexually transmitted diseases,
birth control, and nutrition and immunization programs for women and
children."

PS: I remember when this was peaking in the 1990s. As Wikipedia reminds us:

Rev. Paul Jennings Hill ... was an excommunicated Presbyterian minister and
anti-abortion activist connected to the Army of God, who was convicted of
the murders of Dr. John Britton and his armed escort James Barrett outside a
Pensacola, Florida abortion clinic on July 29, 1994. In addition to the two
murders, Hill wounded June Barrett, the wife of James Barrett. Sentenced to
the death penalty under Florida law, Hill died by lethal injection, making
him the first person to be executed in the U.S. for killing a physician who
provided abortions.

In a statement before his execution, Hill said that he felt no remorse for
his actions, and that he expected "a great reward in Heaven."

At the time of Hill's death, Michael F. Griffin was serving a life sentence
for the murder of a doctor, David Gunn, in Pensacola, Florida in 1993, and
James Kopp was in prison for the killing of a physician in Buffalo, New
York. Eric Rudolph was awaiting trial for a 1998 bombing that killed a
police officer at an Alabama abortion clinic. John Salvi had committed
suicide in prison two years after killing two receptionists at a clinic in
1994 in Massachusetts.

Joshua Holland is a staff writer at Alternet and a regular contributor to
The Gadflyer

keeping our production lines rolling


So, we got all these weapons just sitting around, and more falling off the production lines.  However, like our Mother's taught us, "Waste not, want not".  Better to ship them off, even if they get shot back at us some fine day, than to allow them to go to waste.  What would Mother think?  Besides it would put a bunch of production workers out of work.  And God knows we don't want that...unless they are government union employees or Postal Workers. 
Curious Carl
 

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Ticking Time Bomb of worshiping the false idol called Wealth


To all believers in wealth,
Probably I should take this subject more seriously than I do, but it's not central to me.  What I see is that we have invented a word, a term, named Wealth and assigned it to all of everything.  Animal, vegetable and mineral.  Our planet's wealth.  Our nation's wealth.  We people are our national resource, or part of our nation's wealth.  My house, my land, my bank account are part of my personal wealth. 
But by inventing this thing called Wealth, making it different from all that is our World, and setting it up as something to be desired and to fight for, to possess at all costs, to worship those who take the most, we have sown the seeds of our own destruction. 
Generations of our erroneously calling Wealth something real has created total chaos in our Human Family.  Our very instinct to share and protect one another is seized upon by the mentally ill who worship possession of other peoples stuff.  Inventing Wealth has given Greed the ability to rule our lives.  We both hate and worship Greed.  By putting so much importance and high value on our imaginary Wealth, we are destroying our very Planet. 
So it's not the word Wealth we should be fussing about, but rather, the concept as we have come to define it.  We must end the false belief that taking from one another is a sign of greatness.  We must get over the notion that one of us can "own" part of that which belongs to everyone, including all Life that lives here with us.  If we don't change how we define Wealth, and if we don't come to the place where we understand that we all share equally in this Garden of Eden, we are doomed.  We will continue to grab, steal, bomb, lie and deceive one another in order to "possess" that which in the end cannot be possessed. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Sunday, February 19, 2012

why I don't go on tours


Ah my friend, you have just said it all when you said you will not be treated like cattle or a child on a tour. 
This is why I never signed up for a tour at any convention, be it ACB or NFB.  The closest I came to a tour was a NAC demonstration back in 1973 in New York City.  But it's any tour, blind, sighted, seniors or children..  The nature of a tour is to herd folks along.  Shuffle, shuffle, stop, look, listen, shuffle, shuffle...and so it goes right up until we are prodded and pushed back onto the bus.  And always there are a few late arrivers.  And always there are one or two who decide that the tour sucks even before the tour bus gets rolling.  And it never fails but what someone gets lost or decides to take another look around, holding the tour up and forcing folks to shuffle twice as fast in order to make up time.  It is the nature of all tours. 
How well I remember the big tour buses in Hawaii.  Most of them were filled to overflowing with Japanese tourists.  The bus would roll into the parking lot.  The doors would fly open and the tourists flowed out as if they were one body.  "Click, click", the cameras snapped over and over as the crowd moved as if they were tied to one another.  They would rush this way, "Click, click", and dash that way, "click, click", and just as suddenly, "Whoosh!" they were sucked back into the tour bus, the door slammed shut and away they went. 
 
Carl Jarvis
 
 

the meaning of Wealth, according to the book of Jarvis

The meaning of Wealth, according to the Book of Jarvis. 
 

According to the Book of Jarvis, Wealth is that which brings the individual pleasure and purpose in life. 
If an ear of corn fills that requirement then so be it.  But if the individual is not satisfied with just his ear of corn and decides to grab yours, and that gives him pleasure and purpose, then that is his wealth.  Suppose his grabbing your corn offends you, denying you of your wealth.  You enlist the assistance of your two very big sons and their four large friends, and you reclaim your corn, along with is corn and that of his wife and children.  Now you feel wealthy. 
Now you and your two big sons and their four large friends are feeling so good about your new found wealth that you go about the countryside gathering up all of the corn in all of the homes. 
This is called great wealth.  Now we learn that while once folks felt wealthy just growing their own corn, they now find no pleasure in doing this planting and weeding and watering because they know that you and your two big sons and their four large friends will be along to grab up their corn.  We have invented the word, "Poor" to describe these people. 
Now you have all of this corn and it is far more than you, your wife, your two big sons and their four large friends can eat. 
You decide to exchange the corn for little pieces of rare metal.  The metal represents the corn.  It is in the possessions of the very same people you took the corn from.  So you give back the corn in exchange for the pieces of metal.  You and your two big sons and their four large friends take the metal to the land over the mountains and convince the folks there that they could have some of these pieces of metal if they just gave you several of their cows, pigs, goats and horses.  Maybe they decide that these pieces of metal will make them happy and give them purpose in life, thus making them wealthy, too.  Perhaps they decide this is not going to make them happy.  So you and your two big sons and their four large friends beat them up and take all of their cows, pigs, goats and horses, thus making you feel even happier and giving your life more purpose.  In other words you become even wealthier. 
But the truth of the matter is that there is no tangible thing called wealth.  Wealth is a figment of our collective imagination.   It is an illusion,
We have created the name, Wealth, to cover our human greed. 
If all humans cared for one another and shared what they had with those around them, we would never know the word Wealth.  We call it wealth to cover the fact that it is really greediness and self serving behavior.  The more self centered and possessive we are, the wealthier we become. 
Wealth is at the root of our troubles.  Put an end to wealth and we will all be better off for it. 
 
Carl Jarvis
 
 

speaking out of both sides of their mouths

Bob wrote:
The biggest problem I see here is that too damned many Americans are forced
to work their butts off for less than a living wage. IT is to me a grave
injustice that many parents have less and less time to spend with children
as they are force to run faster and faster on the corporate gerbil's wheel
of death.
But, I'll also admit to being somewhat old-fashioned when it comes to
parenting in that I believe the best parenting is done by two parents who
are married to each other be they gay or straight. The biggest hypocrites of
all are conservatives who claim to believe in family values yet have no
problem with parents having to spend more and more time at work and less and
less time with children.
Bob Hachey
********
 
My reply:
 
Bob,
What should be making us rise up in anger is the fact that these preachers of family values really do believe in them...for their people.  We are not "Their People".  We are the Consumers, the worker bees, the sheep, the great reserve upon which "The People" may draw to provide them the good life. 
When we get it through our thick skulls that there are Two Americas, we just might begin to make some serious adjustments in who shares in our National Fortune. 
 
Carl Jarvis
 

A healthy balance


Hi Phil and anyone with idle time on their hands,
Sorry if I gave the impression that I was dumping on you.  Actually, your thoughts merely made me clamber up on my little soap box and beat the drum for Interdependence.  My impression was that you were actually talking down the same road. 
Like you, I came into the world of the blind believing that I must prove myself to be Super Blind.  In part this came from life as a sighted person looking with pity upon those less fortunate sightless folks bumbling about in darkness, and in part it was due to my immersion into the National Federation of the Blind.  In the NFB, we "knew who we are, and we'll never go back".  Never go back to that beggar on the street corner who represented *All blind people to me.  We were the Independent Blind.  Never mind that in those days, we couldn't type a report without sighted help, that our fearless leader was guided everywhere by sighted attendants, that at our conventions we shamelessly used sighted folks to do all of our errands.  We were Independent, by God! 
But I did come to understand that the over emphasis on Independence was an effort to drag blind people out of years of conditioning to believe themselves inferior on the basis of sight. 
Nevertheless, I continued plowing ahead, proving that I was indeed the Super Blind Man.  I never took a cab to any organizational function, always traveling by public transportation or if none were available I would hire a driver in a private car.  I always refused sighted help at conferences, preferring to bounce off walls and wander down long winding corridors to prove to me that I was just as good as them thar sighties. 
I mowed my grass, planted my gardens, painted my house...inside and out...and later blazed trails and fell trees, bucking them up and splitting them for firewood.  All in the name of proving that blind people were Independent. 
And finally I realized that what I was proving was that as a blind man I was just as dependent on others as I'd been during my sighted life.  Only different.  Each of us are interdependent upon others.  It is just a matter of our individual needs, our personal talents, strengths and weaknesses. 
I honestly have come to believe that in attempting to prove that I was Super Blind, I actually set myself further apart from others.  I did not achieve equality, I achieved isolation.  "My goodness Carl, you are certainly a remarkable person"...for a blind man...
My co-workers and sighted friends did not view me as their equal.  They held me up as some sort of miracle man.  And I know that in those early years I turned off as many students as I turned on.  Who wants to have to measure up to some Super Blind Tin God? 
Slowly, because I am a slow learner, I began to realize that we needed to get off the super blind kick and get down to figuring how we fit into our society. 
Look, we accommodate ourselves as a society.  Windows in buildings, lights in hallways, traffic signals, heck, cars themselves are an accommodation.  We zoom through the air, zip underground in our subway trains, float along on top of the water, safe and dry...usually.  We "discovered" fire, wove clothing, invented the printed word, created music, built warm caves and named them "houses". 
But somehow we get all tangled up when it comes to adapting a computer or an iPhone for use by blind people. 
If my sighted neighbor is provided with a stop light at the end of the block, to give him safe passage, why shouldn't I have a safe way of crossing that same street?  If my wife can point and click her way through on-screen menus in order to select the programs she wishes to view, why can't I expect to be able to point and hear the same choices?  Why should it be expected of me to adapt to the world when all sighted people have gone about accommodating themselves? 
Are we so traumatized by the word Blind, that we can't see that there is no difference?  And yet, have you heard a single candidate for the presidency, or the president himself mention the needs of the blind? 
 
Carl Jarvis
 

Saturday, February 18, 2012

emerging global empire

There can be no doubt about it.  I'm well behind the times.  I keep referring to the American Empire.  The fact is that it has moved far beyond our national borders.  This is the beginning of the Global Empire.  The United Corporations of Earth. 
Their God is Greed.  Their motto is, To the Victor Goes the Spoils. 
While history tells us that the Monster will devour itself, how long must we suffer before sanity and order can be found? 
 
Curious Carl
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Saturday, February 18, 2012 6:40 PM
Subject: RE: Reports Shed Light on Iran Sanctions and US's, Big Oil's Goals in Middle East

I have to say that this is probably the most upsetting article regarding
what is being planned for Iran, that I've read so far and I've been reading
a lot of upsetting articles. There's this horrible inevitability. They
wanted Iraq's oil and control of Libya's oil and they are completely
ruthless. They, the western nations and Big Oil. Why is anyone even
pretending to have these climate meetings when, clearly, there is no intent
to move toward alternative energy?

Miriam

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independent or interdependent?

The debate rages on between blind people who believe we must take the world as it is and adapt to it, versus those who believe that we must force society to develop reasonable accommodations to help level the playing field. 
If only we could all be like Longstreet, the blind detective.  Armed only with his wits and his fists he solved crimes that baffled his sighted contemporaries. 
It seems to me that our memories become very short at times.  Tell me how it was to be a blind person before we had accommodations? 
We might make this a group investigation.  Some of us could research prior to Louis Braille's time.  How did blind folks communicate?  Where did they live?  What work did they do?  
Then some of us might want to come forward to Colonial times.  While there were certainly exceptions, we want to know about the average blind person, since that is where most of us find ourselves. 
We are, whether we like it or not, Interdependent.  If we were truly Independent, we would most certainly not need to be accommodated.  That's what Independence is all about.  Self contained. 
But we need one another.  Blind and sighted alike.  Interdependent people support one another.  In short, they accommodate one another's needs. 
Let's put the Rugged Individual back in the early American fiction books where he belongs and face the fact that we need each other. 
 
Curious Carl
 

do we really care what the Bishops think?

 
Why are we listening to the Bishops position on contraception.  If the Churches medical practices had been the law of the land, we'd still be sticking leeches on folks to suck out the evil juices, or casting Demons out of the mentally ill.  Remember, it was not the wise men in the Church who finally figured out that the Earth was not the Flat Center of the universe. 
The Church cannot even claim to follow along later.  It has to be dragged. 
 
Curious Carl
 

rich people are never unemployed

To All Lovers of the Good Life. 
 
It's all in how you look at it.  The conservatives would have us believe that the solution to our unemployment, especially among the young, is to remove the wage minimum and eliminate the cobwebs of government controls.  After all, some of our greatest achievements were done without building permits, safety regulations, minimum wages, pensions, health insurance or annual leave.  Do you think the Pharaohs fretted about safety on the job while erecting their magnificent tombs?  And what about that Great Wall in China?  Think those workers got 4 weeks paid vacation and a retirement package? 
But we don't have to travel quite that far back to see the effects of full scale "Right to Work" policy. 
We might take a look at those Chinese Coolies who dug the railroad tunnels and laid the iron rails from Coast to Coast.  Talk about benefits! 
And how about those Africans we hauled out of their savage lives and gave them good jobs picking cotton?  Hey, check out their retirement plan. 
Of course we did open our nation's doors to the tired, the poor and the desperate from Europe.  And we gave them plenty of jobs.  We put them in our mines, the ones that did not have those pesky safety regulations.  We put them in the garment factories and never had to lay them off because of government rules.  We just burned them to death. 
 
No, removing the wage minimum and government controls may look good to the corporate bosses, but they fail to see that it will simply end in open revolution. 
The solution is as close as their greedy noses.  Stop and think about it for just a second.  How many rich people do you know who are out of work?  I mean other than George Bush II. 
The answer is None!  No rich person is looking for work.  Not a single one has lost their home to foreclosure.  They are eating three square, staying warm and dry, coming and going as if there were no recession.  And in fact, for them there is none. 
So there is the solution.  We go to the printing house and each and every citizen receives ten million crisp new dollar bills.  With our new wealth we will be able to begin our own corporations and buy our own politicians.  We will live the good life and bring in the downtrodden from other nations to do our dirty work. 
If we've learned one lesson from our greedy, rich corporate citizens, it is that rich people are never unemployed. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Old Age troubles, but let's not talk about it


To All Bladder Challenged Folk,
 
Blindness does complicate other physical conditions, like old age.  We don't like to discuss publicly our system breakdown, especially those more personal bodily functions...yes, I mean *those functions! 
But 18 years ago when we first hit the road doing our rehab work with older blind, I would tend to my personal business prior to leaving the house, visit the restroom after lunch and not worry again until we arrived home in the early evening.  Now, at almost 77, we drive an hour and a half or two and I greet our client with, "Hey, how are you today, and may I use your bath room, please?" 
Now here is where blindness kicks in.  The client, usually a lady in her 80's, has to show me to the bath room, turn on a light even though I assure her that I don't use light, and walk me to the toilet with stops along the way to point out other fixtures such as sink and towel rack.  By the time she totters back out and closes the door I'm sweating bullets. 
But the one curse of all Bladder Challenged People is water.  Just stick your hand into a sink of cold water.  Pow!  Get out of the way.  And running water is the Mother of all Curses.  When I take my walks through the deep forests, I pass several little streams happily gurgling and trickling along.  I always am reminded that there is some trickling of my own that needs tending to. 
So, back to architectural accommodations for us blind people.  Put restrooms up front in large buildings.  It might even help to have a rail leading directly to them, especially the men's room. 
The local casino has restrooms at either end of their gaming rooms.  Way at the back.  They used to have facilities right up close to the front entrance, but they remodeled and incorporated that space into a small cafe.  Now I should point out that the bulk of this casino's customers are white headed folks with support canes or walkers, out for a bit of fun.  Warning!!! Never stand in the aisle leading to those far off restrooms.  You'll be mowed down in the trample. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Dad lays down the law but Mother has to stretch the paycheck

In the late 30's my dad, a young Radical back then, proclaimed that we would never shop in the new Safeway store that plopped itself down in the middle of our neighborhood. 
As a Working Class Man, Dad instinctively knew that these chain stores would drive the local merchants out of business and suck up the local money, putting nothing back in its place. 
But even then we had that old problem.  Do we go without certain basic staples by trading at the more expensive local shops, or do we get the most out of our pathetic paycheck? 
My Dad laid down the law, but Mother was the one who had to get the most from every penny.  So when Dad marched off to the Shipyard to earn his pay, Mother bundled my two sisters and me into the little red wagon and chugged up the hill to that looming monster, the Safeway Store. 
Mother had to balance between her sympathy for the local merchants and her desire to see her children grow up. 
Well, Safeway has survived as have many small local merchants.  Now they are all threatened by new and bigger monsters.  Perhaps the solution is not to keep the Box Stores out, but to force them to participate in the communities where they build.  Support like full time employment, health insurance for their workers, paying their fair share of local taxes and costs of improvements.  In other words, being participating citizens in their communities. 
 
Curious Carl
 

words of comfort

We have had many clients like Roger.  They have no one to turn to as they age.  Following are Roger's comments and my tongue in cheek reply. 
Carl
********
 
Sometimes someone tries to make a comment on my disability by saying
something about how lucky they are to not be disabled themselves. Those
who say things like that are always pretty youthful. I point out to them
that unless you are killed in an unexpected accident all of us will
become disabled. It is a process that is called senescence. It is
growing older. As for myself, I am not as old as you or a number of
people on this list, but my body is breaking down too and I too mourn
the life I had when I was younger. It is going to get worse too. I may
not be as old as some of you, but I am getting there. In my case, I have
no children and no close relatives much younger than myself other than
children either. That worries me. It doesn't appear that I will have
anyone to take care of me as my senescent disabilities accumulate.

Roger
**********
Roger,
Perhaps it is time that you began frequenting your local Senior Center or hanging out at the nearest Senior Retirement apartments.  You will quickly find that there are two groups of women.  The men haters and the men lovers. 
Do not get close to the first group.  But you will find that there are many older women who are at a loss as to what to do with themselves now that they are alone.  Many of them are not looking for love, just companionship.  Someone to hang out with.  Someone to add meaning and purpose to their lives. 
Of course you will want to check them over closely, making sure they are not hiding any serious disabilities themselves.  Naturally you will want to be your usual lovely self, contributing to the relationship with those witty jokes and long quotes from Marx or Trotsky.  Hint around that you might have been a philosophy professor.  That will get you lots of mileage. 
Oh, one word of caution.  Many of these wonderful ladies also have adult children.  Some of these adult children are truly nasty people.  They resent Mom having any sort of meaningful relationship.  Better get to know them before settling in. 
Hope this helps. 
 
Carl Jarvis
 
 

Anarchism Is Not What You Think It Is--And There's a Whole Lot We Can Learn from It

 
Growing up in the 40's and 50's I recall that Anarchism was always viewed as  implying political disorder or lawlessness.  
An anarchist was someone who set out to create havoc and upset our government, replacing it with roving bands of angry mobs. 
It was years before I came to learn that once again I had been misled by the Pied Pipers of the Ruling Class. 
 
Carl Jarvis
*********
 
Anarchism Is Not What You Think It Is--And There's a Whole Lot We Can Learn
from It



By David Morris



On the Commons, Posted on February 13, 2012



http://www.alternet.org/module/printversion/154126



(10 links at the URL above)



On February 8, 1921 twenty thousand people, braving temperatures so low that
musical instruments froze, marched in a funeral procession in the town of
Dimitrov, a suburb of Moscow.  They came to pay their respects to a man,
Petr Kropotkin, and his philosophy, anarchism.



Some 90 years later few know of Kropotkin.  And the word anarchism has been
so stripped of substance that it has come to be equated with chaos and
nihilism.  This is regrettable, for both the man and the philosophy that he
did so much to develop have much to teach us in 2012.



I am astonished Hollywood has yet to discover Kropotkin.  For his life is
the stuff of great movies.  Born to privilege he spent his life fighting
poverty and injustice.  A lifelong revolutionary, he was also a
world-renowned geographer and zoologist.  Indeed, the intersection of
politics and science characterized much of his life.



His struggles against tyranny resulted in years in Russian and French jails.
The first time he was imprisoned in Russia an outcry by many of the world's
best-known scholars led to his release.  The second time he engineered a
spectacular escape and fled the country.  At the end of his life, back in
his native Russia, he enthusiastically supported the overthrow of the Tsar
but equally strongly condemned Lenin's increasingly authoritarian and
violent methods.



In the 1920s Roger N.  Baldwin summed up Kropotkin this way.



"Kropotkin is referred to by scores of people who knew him in all walks of
life as the noblest man they ever knew.  Oscar Wilde called him one of the
two really happy men he had ever met...In the anarchist movement he was held
in the deepest affection by thousands--notre Pierre the French workers
called him.  Never assuming a position of leadership, he nevertheless led by
the moral force of his personality and the breadth of his intellect.  He
combined in extraordinary measure high qualities of character with a fine
mind and passionate social feeling.  His life made a deep impression on a
great range of classes--the whole scientific world, the Russian
revolutionary movement, the radical movements of all schools, and in the
literary world which cared little or nothing for science or revolution."



For our purposes Kropotkin's most enduring legacy is his work on anarchism,
a philosophy of which he was possibly the leading exponent.  He came to the
view that society was heading in the wrong direction and identifying the
right direction using the same scientific method that had led him to shock
the geography profession by proving that the existing maps of Asia had the
mountains running in the wrong direction.



The precipitating event that led Kropotkin to embrace anarchism was the
publication of Charles Darwin's Origin of the Species in 1859.  While Darwin's
thesis that we are descended from the apes was highly controversial, his
thesis that natural selection involved a "survival of the fittest" through a
violent struggle between and among species was enthusiastically adopted by
the 1% of the day to justify every social inequity as an inevitable
byproduct of the struggle for existence.  Andrew Carnegie insisted that the
"law" of competition is "best for the race because it insures the survival
of the fittest in every department."  "We accept and welcome great
inequality (and) the concentration of business...in the hands of a few."
The planet's richest man, John D.  Rockefeller, bluntly asserted, The growth
of a large business is merely a survival of the fittest...the working out of
a law of nature."



In response to a widely distributed essay by Thomas Huxley in The Nineteenth
Century, "The Struggle for Existence in Human Society," Kropotkin wrote a
series of articles for the same magazine that were later published as the
book Mutual Aid.



He found the view of the social Darwinists contradicted by his own empirical
research.  After five years examining wildlife in Siberia, Kropotkin wrote,
"I failed to find--although I was eagerly looking for it--that bitter
struggle for the means of existence...which was considered by most
Darwinists...as the dominant characteristic--and the main factory of
evolution."



Kropotkin honored Darwin's insights about natural selection but believed the
governing principle of natural selection was cooperation, not competition.
The fittest were those who cooperated.



"The animal species, in which individual struggle has been reduced to its
narrowest limits, and the practice of mutual aid has attained the greatest
development, are invariably the most numerous, the most prosperous, and the
most open to further progress....  The unsociable species, on the contrary,
are doomed to decay."



He spent the rest of his life promoting that concept and the theory of
social structure known as anarchism.  To Americans anarchism is synonymous
with a lack of order.  But to Kropotkin anarchist societies don't lack order
but the order emerges from rules designed by those who feel their impact,
rules that encourage humanly scaled production systems and maximize
individual freedom and social cohesion.



In his article on Anarchy in the 1910 Encyclopedia Britannica Kropotkin
defines anarchism as a society "without government--harmony in such a
society being obtained, not by submission to law, or by obedience to any
authority, but by free agreements concluded between the various groups,
territorial and professional, freely constituted for the sake of production
and consumption..."



Mutual Aid was published in 1902.  With chapters on animal societies,
tribes, medieval cities and modern societies, it makes the scientific case
for cooperation.  Readers in 2012 may find the chapter on medieval cities
the most compelling.



In the 12th to 14th centuries, hundreds of cities emerged around newly
formed marketplaces.  These marketplaces were so important that laws
embraced by kings, bishops and towns protected their providers and
customers.  As the markets grew, the cities gained autonomy, and organized
themselves into political, economic and social structures that to Kropotkin
made them an instructive working model of anarchism.



The medieval city was not a centralized state.  It was a confederation,
divided into four quarters or five to seven sections radiating from a
center.  In some respects it was structured as a double federation.  One
consisted of all householders united into small territorial units the
street, the parish the section.  The other was of individuals united by oath
into guilds according to their professions.



The guilds established the economic rules.  But the guild itself consisted
of many interests.  "The fact is, that the medieval guild...was a union of
all men connected with a given trade jurate buyers of raw produce, sellers
of manufactured goods, and artisans--masters, 'compaynes,' and apprentices."
It was sovereign in its own sphere, but could not develop rules that
interfered with the workings of other guilds.



Four hundred years before Adam Smith, medieval cities had developed rules
that allowed the pursuit of self-interest to support the public interest.
Unlike Adam Smith's proposal, their tool was a very visible hand indeed.



This mini world of cooperation resulted in remarkable achievements.  From
cities of 20,000-90,000 people emerged technological as well as artistic
developments that still astonish us.



Life in these cities was not nearly as primitive as the Dark Ages to which
our history books assign them.  Laborers in these medieval cities earned a
living wage.  Many cities had an 8-hour workday.



Florence in 1336 had 90,000 inhabitants.  Some 8 to 10,000 boys and girls
(yes girls) attended primary schools and there were 600 students in four
universities.  The city boasted 30 hospitals with over 1000 beds.



Indeed, Kropotkin writes, "the more we learn about the medieval city, the
more we are convinced that at no time has labor enjoyed such conditions of
prosperity and such respect as when city life stood at its highest."



Mutual Aid is rarely read today.  No one remembers Petr Kropotkin.  But his
message and his empirical evidence, that cooperation, not competition, is
the driving force behind natural selection, that decentralization is
superior to centralization in both governance and economies and that mutual
aid and social cohesion should be encouraged over massive social inequity
and the exaltation of the individual over society is as relevant to the
central debates of our time as it was to the debates of his time.



On the anniversary of Kropotkin's death it would be salutary for the world
to rediscover his remarkable writings, all of which are freely available
online, and revisit his philosophy.



David Morris is co-founder and vice president of the Institute for Local
Self Reliance in Minneapolis, Minn., and director of its New Rules project.

thinking ahead

Exchanges with an email friend in New York City. 
 

Miriam,
Your health is certainly more messed up than mine.  Let me quickly say that I am not complaining about where I am in life, just observing.  But I can begin to relate to situations such as you are dealing with.  Just having to go from point A to point B can be wearing when the entire body hurts or the legs don't behave.  I remember wondering why my Grandma Ludwig didn't try harder when she just gave up and sat in her wheel chair.  She could get up and go to the bath room or to her bed, but she finally even quit doing that.  I had no idea of how much it cost her to pull her sore body up and make it move. 
I watch younger people become impatient with their aging parents, actually pulling or shoving them along like little children.  I think to myself that one day they will understand, but it doesn't help their parents now. 
We have had many conversations with family members regarding some of our older clients who just want to sit down and wait to die.  "Sometimes that in itself is a hard job", I have said.  It's one thing to work with a person who is immobilized with fear over their vision loss, and quite another to try working with someone who is prepared to die.  Not because they are now becoming blind, but because their bodies are now ready to lie down and be done with it. 
I just hope my family will understand when that day comes for me...as it certainly shall.  . 
 
Carl Jarvis
******
 
Sent: Friday, February 17, 2012 5:35 PM
 
Carl,

So we do have some symptoms in common. Mine are just much more extreme than
your's and I have more issues than you do. My lower back problems have been
going on for years and escalated and now I have severe stenosis which means
there's pressure on the nerves in my spinal cord which translates into
numbness in my feet and very poor balance. I cannot walk independently
outside anymore because of this. So when I sold my house and moved to an
apartment building in the center of town so that I could walk to all the
stores, it was all for naught. Within two years, I couldn't do that at all.

Miriam  
*******
 
From Carl Jarvis
Sent: Friday, February 17, 2012 6:52 PM
To: 


Miriam,
Yup.  That's me.  Just slower and many more coffee breaks.  and of course a
coffee break tends to lead to at least two bathroom breaks. 
So I do still get the wood split and stacked and the windows washed, etc.
But the way my old back has been behaving, I am definitely having to pace
myself. 
The arthritis in my lower back seems to have affected my legs.  I'm no
longer sure footed.  I always look for hand rails going up or down stairs.
It is a different world that I enter each day.  It's been a few years since
I could hop out of bed in the morning.  Now I swing my legs over the side
and sit until I am sure my head is not going to float off into space and my
body isn't going to flop around on rubber legs. 
I know that I need to go back to my exercise routine, but I have far more
fun sitting here and running off at the fingers. 
 
Carl
******
 
Miriam
blind-democracy@octothorp.org
Sent: Friday, February 17, 2012 1:27 PM

Carl,

I don't believe a word of it.  You're the guy who digs holes for
fence posts
and chops wood and stacks it on the wood pile. I remember what
you've
written before. You also wash those big windows that you have. I
suspect you
shovel snow too. And didn't you write something about putting oil or
something in a generator?

Miriam
******

- From Carl Jarvis
Sent: Friday, February 17, 2012 1:44 PM

Miriam,
It would be great if we were all put together like that Wonderful
One Horse
Shay, the one that lasted for years, in perfect working order, and
then one
fine day it crumbled to nothing but a pile of dust. 
That's my plan.  But it's not working out that way.  I wake up each
morning
feeling pretty good.  I lay there listening to the birds or the wind
in the
tall Evergreens, thinking of all the things I plan to do.  Then I
sit up.
Sometimes I just lay back down and sleep another hour.  But usually
I rise
up, driven by that aging bladder, and face the day.  Yesterday I did
some
telephoning to clients, spent 2 hours on the phone with a former
client,
helping her unscramble her Jaws and Outlook Express so she can
answer the
emails I've been sending her.  Then I thought about exercising.
After
thinking, I had lunch instead.  I take a small dish, put in a large
spoonful
of peanut butter and a large glob of Blackberry Jam, mix them
together,
smear the mess on bread, put a dab of Mayonnaise on the outside of
the bread
and toss it onto the grill. 
I find that eating my lunch in my recliner in the forbidden living
room
makes it possible to not move following the last bite.  I simply set
my
plate on the end table and lean back in the perfect after lunch
napping
position. 
Of course I'm talking about those days we are not actually in the
field. 
But after a short...or long snooze, I rise up, staggering to get my
lousy
hip working, and strut off into the office where Cathy has been all
along.
But she's 17 years my junior, so it's only proper and fitting that
she be
hard at it.  Just don't tell her I said so. 
I then do my entries into client's running records.  God bless the
fool who
devised these forms.  They need all the help they can get. 
When bored, I jump over to my email and respond to other bored
folks.
Around 6:00 PM.  I wake up, realizing that I dozed off with my
fingers on
the keyboard...again.  So I travel back to the living room and
switch on the
ABC nightly news.  Well, what passes for news.  In between listening
to the
commercials, I tidy up the kitchen so Cathy can toss together one of
her
amazing dinners.  I see a thick steak and a large baker sitting on
the
counter for tonight.  Dinner usually finds its way to the plate
around 7:00
PM.  just in time for Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy. 
I take the full hour, often hearing Cathy call my name to awaken me
so that
I might finish my dinner. 
After I have missed more answers than I answered, I shut off the TV
and
bustle about cleaning up the dinner debris.  By now it is 8:30 or
9:00 and I
am wide awake.  Maybe a pan of popcorn or a bowl of ice-cream will
settle me
down.  But I'll need a big cup of fresh coffee to wash it down. 
And then I settle down and think about how different life is today
than it
had been back when Cathy and I were first married. 
Sure, I do miss those days, and I'd live them again if I could.  But
I get
to thinking, my brain is still working just fine.  Of all the parts
of me
that are slowing down or breaking down or falling apart, my brain
continues
to hold up pretty well.  Sure, I have to play the alphabet game when
I reach
for someone's name...Albert...Alan...Bruce...Zeke...no, it's none of
them
letters. 
But whenever I forget an event I just Google and hunt it down.  That
Google
is like having an extension on my head. 

And yeah, I do get down from time to time.  And arthritis is taking
its
toll.  But as long as the old brain works and as long as I can peck
out a
few notes, I'll be contented just to be alive and peering out at the
world.
We do live in exciting times. 

Carl Jarvis

Thursday, February 16, 2012

30 years and still going strong

Subject: 30 years and still going strong

Monday, February 13, 2012  is Cathy and my 30th wedding anniversary.  Over the past year we dreamed of spending this weekend in some very posh places.  We even set up a fund.  But then in June we discovered that our program funding had been cut 43%.  And we were in the midst of remodeling the basement and building a four stall horse barn...with all the pasture fencing that went with it. 
But such is Life.  We tend to be long suffering, having waited four  years to finally take our honeymoon...two wonderful weeks in Hawaii. 
But in the meantime we have given one another the gift of love, along with a totally finished basement with bathroom, two room apartment, big exercise room, huge store room and our command center.  The command center is where all our stuff like inverters, pump control, storage batteries, etc. are located.  So the basement is done, the horse barn is complete and my muscles have healed from over use of a post hole digger.  Which, by the way is the best overall exercise.  Just take a post hole digger out back and punch about 170 holes in rocky, hard soil...with roots.  It'll make a man out of any woman. 
So we are broke, but happy.  And we have packed our bags and have a weekend away from home despite being money challenged. 
Thirty years ago a fellow named Ken Hopkins stood up for me.  Now he and his wife Mary have invited us to spend the joyous celebration in Seattle with them.  We would bring Cathy's sister Marlene along since she stood up for Cathy, but we're leaving her here to feed the horses and care for Winston the Wonder Cat. 
 
Carl

PASTOR JOHN HAGEE SENDS IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO CHRISTIANS...

JOHN HAGEE SENDS IMPORTANT MESSAGE TO CHRISTIANS...

Eric,
Pastor John Hagee claims that prayer is the Christians most powerful weapon, and he calls for 40 days of prayer.  Now while I am hopeful that all Christians everywhere stop, drop and pray steadily for 40 days...and nights, too? while I really do hope that they all do this since it will keep them out of other mischief, I have to wonder why the good Pastor feels that it will take 40 days of steady prayer by all Christians to get the job done.  Of course I did not understand just what job he is wanting done, since he is asking all Christians to pray for the election.  Again, I urge the Christians to busy themselves in 40 days of prayer, but doesn't it seem to make more sense if they all simply agreed upon some "right thinking" candidates and went to the polls and voted for them? 
It is my observation that Pastor John Hagee is nothing more than another puffed up self important blow hard trying to gather a little notoriety.  Just another little fish in a little pond. 
 
Curious Carl
 

More on Battle Fatigue

 
It's been 42 years since I joined an organization of the blind.  At that time, 1969, the leadership in Washington State said, "We are old and we are tired of doing it all".  Over the years we saw a rise in membership.  Young people joined and a few of them rolled up their sleeves and took the load from the shoulders of the elder members.  And now those young, eager folks are in their 60's and 70's and we sit around saying, "Why aren't our members taking leadership roles?  Why do we have to carry the load.  We're tired and worn out." 
I think that it's a matter of our feeling the weight of too many battle fronts.  We are overwhelmed often times.  But there are new, eager people popping up.  And 40 or 50 years from now they will be the ones saying, "Where are the young people?  Why do we have to do it all?" 
So we just go ahead and do what we do because we care for those who cannot help themselves, and for those who will come behind us.  But there will always be too much to do and too few to do it.  That's why we're called a Minority. 
 
Carl Jarvis
 
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Wednesday, February 15, 2012 10:12 AM
Subject: [acb-l] Battle Fatigue

I think one point we are missing--which has been eluded to in several posts--is that it does take numbers, and those of us who are older and/or don't live where lots of blind people live, have gotten tired of battling for the masses who don't advocate but can sure complain loudly.

 

How do we motivate these people to help?  What happens when we are gone?

 

 

 

picking our Battles

A sighted member of the Washington Council of the Blind wrote me with her frustration over being passed over for a Board position.  I replied: 
 
Dear Friend,
You raise some good points.  Something that has concerned me for many years is how we see ourselves fitting into a particular cause. 
For example, I am a strong supporter of Women's Rights.  I lend my support and money when and where I can.  But as much as I want to be a partner in Women's Fight for Equality, I feel it would send a wrong message if I were to run for an elected leadership position.  How our society treats women certainly affects me, but it is women's responsibility to direct their struggle, and my role is to be supportive. 
A good friend of mine is an Albino.  She is deeply involved in NOA, the National Organization of Albinism...I think that's the right name.  I have a cousin who is an Albino, too.  My close association with these two people has given me insight into what their world is like.  I am supportive of them in their struggle to educate their members and the rest of our society.  But I never involve myself in their in-house squabbles or philosophical differences.  I am a supporter, not an intruder.  I do not feel that I am not appreciated.  I understand the role I play.  But as a blind man, I have a responsibility to offer my leadership when and where I can.  Even then, when I have run for an office or offered to take leadership in a committee and been rejected, I don't take it as a sign that the members do not respect me.  It  is merely a difference of opinion. 
One of our organizations greatest leaders was a sighted man by the name of Al Fisher.  Al understood that his participation in the organization would need to be in the background.  But he gave members rides, helped organize meetings, talked with legislators, and shared his insight as a long time labor organizer.  Al raised questions that made us think.  His goal was to see us develop leadership among the blind members. 
I think we each should ask ourselves what it is that we want to accomplish in the WCB.  Once we know for certain what our goals are, we will find that we do have a role to play and we will have the respect and support of our fellow members, and the question of whether we are sighted or blind will no longer be an issue. 
 
Carl
 
 

my answer: You'll note I do NOT mention Democrats, Republicans nor Obama... Just facts that may destroy our Nation...

Sent to me by a conservative friend.  I post his statements along with my answers. 
Carl Jarvis
Subject: my answer: You'll note I do NOT mention Democrats, Republicans nor Obama... Just facts that may destroy our Nation...
***********
 
As written I would agree with these generalizations, even though they do not address anything but smoke and mirrors, and I suspect they came out of Ronald Reagan's mouth. 
My responses follow each statement. 
 
Carl Jarvis

 
These are possibly the 5 best sentences you'll ever read.

1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
**Expecting All Americans to support their nation is not legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.  It is expecting them to share in creating an even greater prosperity. 

2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.

**Totally agreed.  All Americans should receive the same privilages regardless of their level of income.  I'm particularly interested in setting up an off-shore bank account to place all of my monthly income in. 
3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.
**What wise words.  But that is not what folks are grumping about.  It is the fact that those of us making the lesser incomes, i.e. Middle/Working Class folks, are having to give far more than those wealthier citizens. 

4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!
**This goes to the heart of what the Middle/Working Class is saying.  "You can't keep taxing us to try to create more wealth". 
   
5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any na
tion.
 
**Truer words were never spoken.  But it has no place in this list.  There are millions of unemployed Americans demanding work.  And there are a bunch of billionaires taking their factories and money overseas.  Did I say, "their money?"  Well, I suppose if a guy puts a gun in my back and takes my wallet, the money in it does now belong to him. 
The Middle/Working Class is not a bunch of lazy bums.  It's you and me and millions just like us.  We are being slowly reduced to a Lower Class standard while a few billionaires are becoming extremely wealthy and powerful. 
This is not the America we used to sing about in school. 
Carl

Fw: my answer: You'll note I do NOT mention Democrats, Republicans nor Obama... Just facts that may destroy our Nation...

 
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Thursday, February 16, 2012 6:55 AM
Subject: my answer: You'll note I do NOT mention Democrats, Republicans nor Obama... Just facts that may destroy our Nation...

 
 

As written I would agree with these generalizations, even though they do not address anything but smoke and mirrors, and I suspect they came out of Ronald Reagan's mouth. 
My responses follow each statement. 
 
Carl Jarvis

 
These are possibly the 5 best sentences you'll ever read.

1. You cannot legislate the poor into prosperity by legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.
**Expecting All Americans to support their nation is not legislating the wealthy out of prosperity.  It is expecting them to share in creating an even greater prosperity. 

2. What one person receives without working for, another person must work for without receiving.

**Totally agreed.  All Americans should receive the same privilages regardless of their level of income.  I'm particularly interested in setting up an off-shore bank account to place all of my monthly income in. 
3. The government cannot give to anybody anything that the government does not first take from somebody else.
**What wise words.  But that is not what folks are grumping about.  It is the fact that those of us making the lesser incomes, i.e. Middle/Working Class folks, are having to give far more than those wealthier citizens. 

4. You cannot multiply wealth by dividing it!
**This goes to the heart of what the Middle/Working Class is saying.  "You can't keep taxing us to try to create more wealth". 
   
5. When half of the people get the idea that they do not have to work because the other half is going to take care of them, and when the other half gets the idea that it does no good to work because somebody else is going to get what they work for, that is the beginning of the end of any na
tion.
 
**Truer words were never spoken.  But it has no place in this list.  There are millions of unemployed Americans demanding work.  And there are a bunch of billionaires taking their factories and money overseas.  Did I say, "their money?"  Well, I suppose if a guy puts a gun in my back and takes my wallet, the money in it does now belong to him. 
The Middle/Working Class is not a bunch of lazy bums.  It's you and me and millions just like us.  We are being slowly reduced to a Lower Class standard while a few billionaires are becoming extremely wealthy and powerful. 
This is not the America we used to sing about in school. 
Carl

Battle Fatigue

My reply to the many blind folks who have been expressing frustration over the lack of others to take up their share of the load. 
Carl Jarvis
 
Subject: Battle Fatigue

Jessie and all worn out fighters for truth, justice and the American Way of Life! 
 
First let me say, I am not worn out.  Not any more than what you might expect from some 76 year old guy with a few aches and pains and lacking the drive and endurance of a 20 year old. 
What I am is frustrated.  You see, my goal is to work for a beautiful, safe, livable Planet Earth. 
I believe that we Human Beings have the capacity to respect our brothers and sisters and to respect our Mother Earth and to be the lovers and care-takers of all that this old Globe contains. 
Of course I would be seven kinds of a Fool if I thought for one manna second that I could just walk around with a big sign saying, "Save the Planet, it's good for your health!"  I might as well have another on my backside saying, "Kick a Fool!" 
So where do I work?  I mean, just where can I sink my teeth in and make some small change?  Because I believe that if each of those of us who care were to make just a small change, we would be victorious in protecting our Mother Earth. 
Well, since I am a father and a grand father, I am involved in activities that advance youth programs.  Since my wife is an outspoken woman, I am involved in Women's Rights.  Since Cathy  and I are working folk, we are involved in protecting the rights of the Working Class.  Well, the list is endless, but you get the idea. 
All of us are involved in all sorts of causes.  Are we all beat down and worn out from fighting the good fight?  Then let's meet at the Mortuary and get measured for our final resting place. 
Because I am a Blind Man, I am most deeply involved in Blind Affairs...no, no, keep your mind on the high road. 
Next month I will have been totally blind for 47 years and, come April 13,  visually impaired for 77. 
So this is where I hang out most of the time.  Nonetheless, as I bend my efforts toward building a stairway to equal status and respect for blind people, I never lose sight of my ultimate goal, a safe, beautiful Mother Earth. 
Within this organization I dream of us leaving a better world for blind people yet unborn.  But it is just a part of my longing for a Land of Plenty for my grand children and beyond. 
My dear friends, how can we possibly be worn out or tired?  There is just far too much to do.  Are we talking of our frustration with other folks who don't seem to have the fire in their bellies that we have...or used to have?  I can only speak for Carl Jarvis, and what I am doing here in the trenches.  Do we become angry when others criticize our actions or our words?  Let them live with that.  I have enough self criticizm to keep me busy. 
By doing what I believe is right and proper, by seeing the beauty in people and in Life itself, and by rising up each morning excited about where the bend in the road of Life will take me today, I can never become worn out. 
Besides, Mother Earth is counting on me.  Can she count on you? 
 
Carl Jarvis
 

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Pierre-Paul's proud dad sees blessing


Rita and All Blind Parents, Friends and Sports Fans,
The following article might have made a more positive point if the writer had just happened to mention that across the nation there are many blind parents sitting in the stands cheering their children on to victory.  The author could have talked a little bit about the many working blind men and women, setting a positive example for their sighted children to follow.  And just a word or two about the blind parents shouldering the same outrageous costs of educating today's children, a cost that is no different to the blind parents than to the sighted ones, but often made more difficult due to the lower paying jobs held by many blind workers. 
But all in all it is a sweet, touchy feely article.  And in today's world we can use some sweet touchy feely. 
 
Curious Carl
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 USA Today Article:

 Pierre-Paul's proud dad sees blessing

 By Mike Lopresti

 

What father would not love to see his son play in the Super Bowl? If only Jean Pierre-Paul could.
 He will be at Lucas Oil Stadium on Sunday, in a special place where it is not so noisy, because loud noises can be a problem for a blind man who can't see them coming. Somewhere out there, in a world of darkness, his son, Jason, will be in a New York Giants uniform, trying to dismantle Tom Brady.
 Trying to make his father proud -- the father who has never been to one of his games but taught him the meaning of determination. I am 60 years old, and even if I die right now, I will be happy," Jean said over the phone in Creole, through a translator. I am so proud. Fate took his eyesight nearly 23 years ago, but maybe not his ability to see. Certainly not for this Sunday. In my mind, I see him running. I can feel him. I won't be able to see, but I will know what's going on. In 1989, Pierre-Paul -- having moved to South Florida from Haiti -- celebrated Jan.1 with the birth of a boy, Jason. How special the new year seemed. Nine months later, Jean's vision was gone. Even today, he sounds unsure about the how or why. They told me it had something to do with my blood," he said. His last vision of his son was as a 9-month-old. Now Jason is 6-5, 270 pounds. How could Jean possibly understand the man his son has become? But there is a way. I don't see him as a 9-month-old child anymore," he said. People tell me he looks just like his grandfather. They say he has the same face as his grandfather. I am blind, but I always see him as my father. The first 14 months of blindness were the worst. I couldn't eat; I couldn't drink or sleep," Jean said. I was very depressed. A visit to his friends in Haiti was a turning point. They took a look at the lifeless face, the gaunt body that had dropped 40 pounds, and they convinced him things must change. They told me I had to accept it and move on. After that, I decided I wasn't going to let it get to me. I had my family and friends, and I decided to live my life the way I was supposed to. Even though I am blind, that did not stop me from helping around the house. I cook. I clean. I do everything I have to do. That did not stop me from being a father. So Jean not only taught Jason the value of perseverance, but lived it every day. How could he ever imagine it would lead to a Super Bowl? The father: "I always tell him not to give up. Always go for your dream, for what you want. The son: "What I bring to the table to help my team out is that no matter what it is I'm not going to quit. It was Jason's idea to bring his father and mother, Marie Celiana, to Indianapolis on Saturday -- "I have no idea where I'm going," Jean said -- so they could share the weekend with all its glitz and glamour. Even if Jean would have to see it all in his mind. The son: "I don't know how it's going to be for him.
 But I know one thing for sure, and that's he's going to be rooting for me.
 The father: "He would like to see me in the audience, even though I cannot see him. That's all I am thinking about. This morning, Jason called, and I told him, 'If you win, I am going to be rolling on the floor, I will be so happy. This is a blessing from the sky. The pride of a father, the dreams of a son, the joy of a family. A Super Bowl. Jean Pierre-Paul can see them yet.
 Contact Mike Lopresti at
mlopresti@gannett.com


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----- Original Message -----
From: Rita Kersh
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Sent: Saturday, February 04, 2012 6:36 AM
Subject: [acb-l] Pierre-Paul's proud dad sees blessing

 USA Today Article:

 Pierre-Paul's proud dad sees blessing

 By Mike Lopresti

 

What father would not love to see his son play in the Super Bowl? If only Jean Pierre-Paul could.
 He will be at Lucas Oil Stadium on Sunday, in a special place where it is not so noisy, because loud noises can be a problem for a blind man who can't see them coming. Somewhere out there, in a world of darkness, his son, Jason, will be in a New York Giants uniform, trying to dismantle Tom Brady.
 Trying to make his father proud -- the father who has never been to one of his games but taught him the meaning of determination. I am 60 years old, and even if I die right now, I will be happy,"

News Alert: Breaking News: Park Police raid Occupy D.C. camp

Isn't it interesting that the more the Ruling Class forces an end to organized unions, the more people take to the streets in Occupy Everything?  Does the Empire understand, or are they blind to the fact that a revolution is stirring?  If the Masters were not so focused on grabbing everything they can get their greedy hands on, they might look over their shoulders at history and look to see how successful their attempts to crush the masses have been.  But like King Louis XVI, or Czar Nicholas II, they dismiss their impending fate with a bejeweled wave of their pudgy hands. 
 
Curious Carl
 

Friday, February 3, 2012

How come it doesn't work for the little guy?

How come it doesn't work for the little guy? 
 

Bob and All Sports Fans, Everywhere! 
 It's a crying shame that when I was a small boy and my two sisters and I set up an old apple crate with a picture of Lemonade and some glasses and a hand drawn sign that said, "Lemonade: 2 cents a glass, 1 cent for a refill", it's too bad we didn't know we could get our stand built by the local tax payers.  In fact we should have received "kick backs" from the grocery store for buying our lemons there.  The store would not be out a single red cent since they'd simply pass the cost along to their customers. 
And in our situation it would have definitely put money back into the community.  Especially the candy counter at Mister Jacobson's drug store. 
Yes, too bad our local government wasn't as far sighted back then as they are today, where they put up our money to build a play field for millionaires and billionaires to play their games on. 
And then, after we get it all financed through their banks, and set up the vendors of their choice(meaning the ones who pay the highest tribute), they give us a little of our money back so they can name the playing field after themselves. 
And we call this Sport?  Then give me a gun and a mask and I'll join the game. 
 
Curious Carl
----- Original Message -----
From: Bob Hachey
Sent: Thursday, February 02, 2012 2:04 AM
Subject: Re: [acb-chat] FW: [sporthinkery] [E of S] Debating the SuperBowl Protests

Hi Eric,
Very good post for Super Bowl week.
Firstly, let me say that I'm a pretty big fan of NFL football and a huge New
England Patriots fan. Obviously, I won't be posting messages to this or any
other lists during Sunday's big game.
But I do have mixed feelings about government resources being used to
support sports, particularly using public money to build sports stadia.
I used to believe that public investment in such a venture would bring back
big returns to the investing cities. But a book on BARD pointed out in
detail why this is not the case.
One of the chapters in the book details how cities like New York and Seattle
have come to regret making such investments. One of the things I like about
being a fan of the Pats is that Patriots owner Bob Craft procured private
funding to build a new top notch stadium for his team without public
subsidy. True, some of the infrastructure such as road and public transit
improvements were made but that's far better than having a city or state
foot the bill for a new stadium while the wealthy owners walk off with all
the profits. If all corporate big wigs and sports team owners showed the
community spirit and responsibility of Bob craft we Americans would be a lot
better