Showing posts with label Hillary Clinton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hillary Clinton. Show all posts

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Why I Support Hillary Clinton (from the archives)



            I support Hillary Clinton because she speaks to individual needs with a convincing understanding of what life is like on each rung of the American ladder. I believe she knows me, and everyone who is not like me. While speaking directly to the lives of individuals, the solutions she offers indicate to me that she has looked for what is best for everyone concerned, and her everyone includes the world. This tells me Hillary Clinton is wise and caring – two things that I look for in a leader.
            I support Hillary Clinton because she demonstrates extraordinary strength and independence, carefully balanced by loyalty and intelligence. Her ability to function under extreme pressure with grace, dignity, and kindness is remarkable. I want an intelligent leader who maintains dignity under pressure.
            I support Hillary Clinton because I believe she has one foot planted firmly on each side of the line that divides this country. As much as I would love to see her hug a tree with one arm while she signs off on universal health care and education with the other, I respect her for not promising more than she knows she can deliver during this division. Re-uniting this country is probably the biggest challenge (well, after hoping the votes are counted) the winner of the next election faces. I believe she can do that.
            I support Hillary Clinton because I believe I can sleep at night with my life in her hands. I do not expect her to sneak a hidden agenda through while I’m sleeping; do not think I will have to worry about what she had done behind my back when I wasn’t watching; and do not fear her decisions. I expect her to be a public servant, a representative of WE THE PEOPLE, not to think that her position is about power – or about HER.
            I support Hillary Clinton because, even if I do not agree with all of her positions, I trust her to think, to listen, to learn, to grow, and to explain. I think she will tell me the truth, even if it is not what I want to hear.
            I support Hillary Clinton because she is successful, as an individual, as a partner, and as a politician. I think she would make a great friend. I believe in her and I respect her. I want a leader that I can respect.
            I am fortunate that my party gives me great choices. I trust and respect Hillary Clinton, Dennis Kucinich, Barack Obama, and Joe Biden.

Sandy Knauer 2007

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Reading: Not as Simple as it Might Seem -or- Dissecting a pro-Sanders Piece





At least not for me. Reading isn’t just a matter of recognizing words for me. In order to get all I can from those words, I must engage my intelligence, my experience, my gut, my gag reflexes, and my BS meter. Just as writers should know their audiences, readers should know their writers. I can’t assume that the writers I read will say what they mean because I know some purposely try to deceive me. But, I can read with purpose and hold them to meaning what they say.

I offer the following example of how I read an article. If I read your comment, post, article, blog, book, or letter this is exactly how I read it. The text in black are the words of the author of this article. My thoughts are in red, exactly as they came to me while reading.

Berniemania! Why Is Socialist Senator Bernie Sanders So Popular? This is going to be difficult. I didn’t even get past the title without questions. Often, I read no more when this happens but I’m doing this for a purpose. So, here goes. What does so popular mean? Popular compared to what? Is it possible that this writer considers his subject popular because social media and internet have been flooded by the mad meme machine? Does he or any of us know how many people are actually represented by those memes or how accurate they are? Is he popular in a good way, or a bad way? Sometimes people become popular for all the wrong reasons, or get discussed for a combination of positive and negative reasons.

Brooklyn-born, Vermont-fueled, Vermont-fueled? Weird words that mean nothing to me. Wonder why he chose them. Bernie Sanders promises a revolution if he's somehow elected president next year. Presidents are supposed to call for revolutions? Do revolutions work? Long term? Isn’t that a bit negative and scary? Somehow is revealing. This guy doesn’t really think Sanders has a chance but he wants to make me think he might by using words like mania and popular. Does Hillary have to watch her back? WTF? Very strange to stick this here behind a negative, promise of a revolution. Could be interpreted as a backdoor threat but I’m not ready to go there with it.

By Ross Barkan [Ross Barkan is a senior political reporter at The New York Observer]| 06/16/15 10:50pm 

Brattleboro, VT.—Of all the people buzzing at the start of the Strolling of the Heifers parade on a recent Saturday morning—the clowns, the teen stilt-walker, the theater kids in witch’s garb—the 73-year-old grandpa in khakis and Adidas sneakers did not seem like the most probable candidate for a selfie. Huh? Were there other candidates among all the people buzzing?

But even tweens more used to fawning over Ariana Grande can barrel toward Sen. Bernie Sanders to beg for a picture. Yes, because tweens snap selfies when they are together, and alone, of themselves, of themselves with anything that does or doesn’t move . . . third read and still can’t imagine what he means by barrel toward. And, show of hand of the person who might think they had to beg the man who has flooded the internet for months with pictures of himself, like a selfie-tween.

“Can we get a selfie?” members of a marching band, holding trumpets and saxophones, squealed. Squealed? You don’t say. Guess members of marching bands are like tweens. 

“I think we can!” the Vermont senator replied. Oh, no. Tomorrow Sanders fans will flood the internet with memes about how he is the first and only candidate to ever say, “I think we can,” or to be nice to squealing marching band members holding trumpets and saxophones. I might not look at Facebook or Twitter because I have so little self-control that I’ll make snide remarks like, “Seriously? He actually talked to those kids? No one else has ever done anything quite so remarkable. Let’s all praise him now.” Truth is, it is sorta nice to see him do something other than shout. 

“Oh my God. You guys. Mr. Sanders, Mr. Sanders…” Now you blew it Mr. Barkan. Informed people who don’t even know the man they’re admiring is a Senator. Cool. (After I was accused of being insensitive to the Senator’s Jewish heritage and/or history last night, guess I should point out that Mr. Barkan and this fans apparently aren’t either. We do have one thing in common.) Sorta makes me wonder if those tweens and squealing marching band members just wanted selfies with parade walkers or old men in sneakers.

A dozen marchers clenched their smartphones. Mr. Sanders grinned. He was running for president and having a pretty good time with it. Yep, clenching and grinning does make for a good time. 

Yet Mr. Sanders, with his slight stoop and cloud of white hair flaring always hate when my hair flares but apparently it’s newsworthy so I might have to rethink that  off his ruddy he didn’t think to use sunscreen? scalp, sometimes suffers on the stump. Later that day in a rec hall across the border in Keene, N.H., packed with about 700 people, some wearing homemade T-shirts Magic Markered Enjoying this writer now – made-up words mixed with hilarious adjectives take the sting out of suffering through an article about a man I don’t like much with “Bernie 2016,” he lamented the plight of a young teacher he had just met. “Obviously in our society we desperately need teachers,” Mr. Sanders said to his audience. “And her crime for wanting to get a master’s degree was that she is now $200,000 in debt and he thinks it’s criminal for someone who wants to teach to go into debt for her education? What a jerk. She did what millions of other people do, and it is not a crime to borrow money.  paying interest rates between 6 and 9 percent. … All of this stuff is crazy stuff.” If the country does not reform its environmental policies, he said a grim fate awaits: “more drought, more famine, more rising sea levels, more floods, more ocean acidification, more extreme weather disturbances, more disease and more human suffering.” Am I missing something? Do those sentences about tuition and environmental policies go together?
 
This is not morning in America but mourning in America—and the crowd loved it. Wonder how they would have reacted if he said, “It’s a lovely day for a parade and a marching band?” Or, guns are killing people every day and I’m not interested in trying to stop that? Bet they would have loved either of those just as much?

Toward the end of the rally, the Brooklyn-born liberal icon leaned into the microphone and quieted his distinctive voice, Nice way to say the screaming maniac tried to control himself for once which sounds like Larry David playing George Steinbrenner on Seinfeld. “Let me tell you a secret,” said Mr. Sanders, who hopes his audience helps him pull off what would be the biggest upset in modern political history. Really? An angry old white man beating Hillary Clinton would be more of an upset than an optimistic, young, black man beating Hillary Clinton in a primary race? That doesn’t make any sense to me. Not going to pass my BS meter or gag reflexes but, I’m assuming that his fans who shared this article so many times I decided to take a peek swallowed it.
 
Bernie Sanders with human and bovine constituents at the Strolling of the Heifers parade. [Photo not copied] Bovine constituents? Note to self: check later to see if Vermont citizens use those weapons he protects to shoot bovine constituents. And why Vermont doesn’t have groceries. 

Even Mr. Sanders’ supporters concede that his odds of toppling front-runner Hillary Clinton in the Democratic primary, let alone winning in November 2016, Here we go. This is huge.  are long. But with a progressive favorite, Sen. Elizabeth Warren, declining to run, a void on the left opened and Mr. Sanders filled it. No, a void didn’t open. The Democratic Party had a liberal (more liberal than Sanders or Warren) candidate already. Hillary Clinton, on record, has been and is more liberal than either of them. She was liberal before liberal was cool, when Warren was still a Republican, even. Injecting Warren’s name here is deceptive. Sanders crashed the Democratic primary not because there was a void, and not on a whim. He had systematically prepared for it for a couple of years. I pointed that out long before he announced he was running. Taken piece-by-piece, his campaign platform—a higher minimum wage, more vacation days, mandated sick pay, free public colleges—polls well enough to sand some of the radical edge off him, or at least pack more town halls in Iowa and New Hampshire. Another note to self: find links to show that these are things that President Obama, Hillary Clinton, and many Democrats have supported forever, but that this party-crasher has convinced his fans are ideas unique to him. The magic behind the early Sanders surge Surge? He has been flooding the internet with propaganda and misinformation for months. What is happening now feels like more of the same self-serving misrepresentation to me. If this references attention to his campaign, going from zero to something, doesn’t seem to qualify as a surge, either. is not so mysterious: what he says, invariably, is popular with the Democratic base at a time when many feel fatigued by promises of hope and change. Now you’ve angered me, ridiculous writer. You don’t get to puke out this trash about the Democratic base without some proof (which you can’t possibly have). A few emoprogs and a bunch of people who call themselves progressives, many of whom are not registered Democrats at all but are instead trolls who jump into every Democratic group and claim to be while they criticize every single Democratic candidate. Every. Single. One. I call them G.Young Democrats

Mr. Sanders, an independent who caucuses with Democrats, violates most laws Really want to say that about your guy? of American politics. He proudly calls himself a socialist, a label vilified by Republicans and avoided by most Democrats. Nope. Actions speak louder than rhetoric. A proud socialist registers and runs as a socialist. Most Democratic politicians, or most Democrats? What is the percentage and how was this determined? He is not outwardly charming; he rarely glad-hands and his speeches are often mirthless. Not charming and mirthless is probably true. I’m thinking his systematic, two-year-long meme campaign should count as glad-handing. Like a modern day Jonathan Edwards, who found Eugene V. Debs rather than Jesus Christ, he thunders about the dying middle class and oligarchies eroding democracy. Bunch of useless filler? Cross him, like one camera-holding man who yapped at him in Keene to take a position on the Edward Snowden affair, and earn a stern rebuke. Why wouldn’t he answer the man’s question? “Because you’re rude, and you’re shouting out things and I don’t really like that,” Mr. Sanders groused. Not professional. Not at all presidential. I want to know his answer to the question but will bet--before I read farther—that this writer didn’t bother to find out.

Despite a thorny approach to retail campaigning, What does that mean? Can take a stab at the subliminal message he is trying to pass through but this is laughable. Mr. Sanders’ quest for the White House is on an upswing. Yep, from nothing to something is an upswing. Last week, a Wisconsin Democratic Party straw poll showed Mr. Sanders trailing Ms. Clinton only 49 to 41 percent among delegates. They’ve already voted on delegates? Ooops. I might not be as smart as I thought I was. I could swear it was much later in the process last time I voted on delegates. On Observer.com, Brent Budowsky wrote, “There is a very real prospect that Mr. Bernie Sanders wins an outright victory in the Iowa caucus.” Donations are flooding in; he raised $1.5 million in the 24-hour period after he announced his candidacy in early May. He has since raised cash from more than 100,000 individual donors. Is this record-breaking? 

“When I was a kid growing up, I think my instincts always were for the underdog.” – Bernie Sanders Said? Wished he had said? Lamented? He thinks this is special, and that most people have different instincts? (Possible I lost this in the copy & paste.) Out of touch much? Don’t most people look out for the underdog?

Berniemania already seems to be nudging Ms. Clinton to the left: she has toughened her tone toward Wall Street, called for criminal justice reform and avoided taking a stance on a controversial free-trade agreement many liberals abhor. Once again, Hillary Clinton is and has been more liberal than the party crasher. He has tried to take credit for everything the party he bashes has said and done, and then pretends he has forced her (and they) to be what she (and they) have been. What a jerk. The free-trade deal is only controversial because party-crasher spent so much time misrepresenting it and President Obama, and many intelligent liberals think it’s a good deal.
 
A strong second-place finish by Mr. Sanders in either early primary state will mean momentum, which will mean money.  But, he wants money out of politics. Think he’ll tell his rude groupies to stop their nonsense about Hillary’s money? “His kind of candidacy can live off the land for quite a while,” said Joe Trippi, who ran Howard Dean’s campaign in 2004. So, why is he petitioning the party he crashed to change course and have debates early? Just to show he can? Doesn’t have anything to do with money?  “With Bernie, there’s always a core liberal wing, there’s grassroots activists to give him enough money for the next plane ticket.” FEC okay with this?  It’s also not clear how much grassroots love there is for the former first lady, either—a recent CNN poll showed half of voters view her unfavorably, while 46 percent have a favorable view. FOX wannabe CNN? Who did they poll? Voters, or viewers? What did they ask? You think we can’t look this shit up? Or, you betting his supporters won’t bother? 

The challenge will come when the primary graduates to mega-states like New York and California—and revolutionary zeal meets sobering reality. Team Sanders admits winning beyond Iowa and New Hampshire will prove a significant hurdle. Yet, he will risk damaging this race for self-serving, egotistical gain? Not only do I not support him in this race, now, I don’t like him anymore and want him to retire.

“We have to compete everywhere for delegates. We can’t cede Don’t you have to own something before you can cede it? Another note to self: look up the word cede in case you’re wrong.  ground to Hillary Clinton,” said Tad Devine, a top Sanders adviser who counseled Al Gore in 2000 and John Kerry four years later.

Some veterans of tough elections are taking notice. “To me, the story so far is not how far ahead Secretary Clinton is, but the fact being perhaps that even though she is the best known political figure in America, there are still 40 percent or more Democrats polled who are looking for another candidate,” said former Sen. Gary Hart, a Colorado Democrat who ran for president in the 1984 and 1988—and is now supporting Martin O’Malley, the ex-Maryland governor. “That’s the story.”  Meaningless. Think he gets paid by the word.

That candidate may not be Bernard Sanders of 1525 East 26th Street, Brooklyn. But he is promising a revolution, and if the raucous rallies are any indication, the beginning, at least, will be televised.  Can someone please help him out of the 60s? Or, maybe knock him back to the 50s so he can run as a Republican next time?

Before Mr. Sanders was a presidential contender, senator, congressman and mayor, he was really only known for one thing: running fast. And I thought it would be talking loud. Those days are gone, my friend, we thought they’d never end, we sing and dance, forever and a day. Sorry, I always have a song in my head and heart.  
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I think there was more. It was hard to tell where one article stopped and the next started. Maybe it was a blog? This was really more than I wanted to read. Shortly after tweens, I knew it was going nowhere. I admit that it is possible, maybe even probable, that I misread the words between the lines in this article/blog post, or whatever this was. If so, it is because the writer presented it as news, not opinion, and invited me to fill the huge holes he left.

The only thing a reader can know for sure after reading this is that Barkan probably is a Bernie Sanders fan and I positively am not.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Musical Chairs

On the last day of the retreat, I dropped into what had become my favorite position in the discussion circle, back to the windows, facing the door. "Carl Hiassen? John Grisham?" I mulled over possibilities with the young girl in the seat next to me.

"Maybe Barbara Kingsolver!" she said. "It's bound to be someone we talked about this week."
I folded my new handouts into the collection already in my purse, and shoved the bag under my chair while a hotel staffer thanked us and reviewed departure plans. When I rose again, Hillary Clinton had replaced the young girl beside me. Hillary Clinton! And no one else seemed to notice.
Unashamed, I regressed to teenybopper mentality, choked, grabbed her hand, and blathered like a fool. "I can't believe it! I'm a huge fan. I have your books and your tee shirt." In case she had amnesia, I threw in, "You're Hillary Clinton!"

She pulled the tight, closed-lip smile and greeted me with a wink as our moderator took the floor. A revelation and carotid thumping slammed me at the same time. Bill Clinton was the mystery guest. His book was out. Hillary would be waiting in the wings if she were the speaker.

"I have to call my daughter," I announced and stuck my head between my legs to find the purse. "My granddaughter is in love with your husband," I went on once I had the bag on my lap. "She has to bring her here. My daughter, I mean. She has to bring my granddaughter."

Hillary nodded. I think she leaned away from me but I didn't have the composure to be embarrassed. I was to busy fighting the zipper on my purse. Finally, phone in hand but speed-dial number on vacation, I punched in my daughter's home number, managing to hit all the numbers on the second try.

A kid answered. Even in my star-struck state, I knew it wasn't one of my daughter's kids. I asked for Jessica, using my hand to hide the phone and my voice from the frowning moderator.

"She's not here. This is Brian."

I kept my eyes on the floor and whispered. "Get Brent."

"He's not here. Just me."

There was no way my daughter and son-in-law had left an eight-year-old nephew alone in their house. No way on earth, and I didn't have time to play games with this kid. I disconnected and hit redial, hoping an adult would answer this time.

Hillary clamped my shoulder in a vice grip. "Don't move." She twanged, in a nasal monotone. Without turning my head, I rolled my eyes to confirm the nightmare. Hillary had turned into Laura Freaking Bush.

The cell phone slid to the floor as the doors across from me opened and secret service agents, one for each of us, flooded the room. They circled the group and stood behind our chairs. That could only mean one thing, and it was the last thing I could bear.

"He's never written a book," I cried. "Probably never read one."

"Don't move," Laura repeated. "And don't speak."

The air stopped. My life ended. That was the only logical explanation; I died and there was a hell.

Smirky swaggered through the door, blinking and clearing his throat. He started on the left, shook a hand, and made an ignorant statement that had nothing to do with writing. I wanted my money back, but I probably couldn't use it in hell. He moved to the second guest, hand outstretched and on topic this time. "Gosh durn, I like books. The American people like books. I tell the American people all the time how much I like books."

My stomach rolled into my throat. My sweaty hands shook. I leaned over to pick up the phone but it slid from my hand. He moved to the third chair, getting closer, Laura reprimanded me again, dizziness set it.

I pulled my sleeves over my hands and realized that wasn't enough. He would still be in my face, breathing the same air. He would have me arrested when he saw the look in my eyes, but they'd probably shoot me if I tried to run.

I woke in a sweat, just after I slid my face below the neckline of my blouse. I'm still afraid of writing retreats, and I don't try to interpret this dream.