I cannot remember when the Rillito has flowed so long. It seems like a week. I would never have guessed that snow melt could have lasted so long. Moreover, it runs clear. This year seems to destined to be very different, confusingly so. My roses, before I pruned them, seemed particularly disoriented. One or two delivered blooms. A blooming rose in January. That El Niño is special.
Archives for January 2016
On Monday, John Bel Edwards took the oath of office as governor of Louisiana. On Tuesday, Gov. Edwards expanded his state’s Medicaid coverage to include what the NYT said would amount to “hundreds of thousands of people.”
In signing the order, Edwards said:
“We are consistently ranked one of the poorest and unhealthiest states, and this cycle will not be broken as long as anyone in Louisiana has to choose between their health and their financial security.”
“This will not only afford them peace of mind, but also to help prevent them from slipping further into poverty and give them a fighting chance for a better life.”
It is astonishing that a politician would actually state publicly that government might help people.
It is a wonder when that politician fulfills a campaign promise on his second day in office.
Edwards is a Democrat, the only living example of the species in the South.
What hath China wrought?
Copper prices have fallen 25 percent.
Oil companies have laid off a quarter million workers as prices imitate the skydiver whose parachute doesn’t open. Oil is $30 a barrel.
China created this mess. It created the demand. Now it’s going bust with the cosmic belch felt around the world.
Chairman Mao would not, we suspect, approve. It was in the time of Mao, after all, when the phrase “CAPITALIST RUNNING DOGS” was coined by the crazy commie denizens of what used to be known as Peking.
Pitifully ironic, ain’t it. So we pause amid the oil, copper, nickel, iron ore, palladium and platinum gluts to tip our hat to George Orwell: “Four legs good. Two legs better.”
Five years ago today Tucson was forced to endure random murder and chaos. People were shot and recovered. Some died. Since then, many more have been killed. This nation is dedicated to the proposition that all people should have the means, the guns, to kill others. It happens so frequently that it has become a sort of American pastime. Anymore, we hardly blink an eye when confronted by murder by handgun.
No one, except for the president alone, has tried to do a thing about it.
The New York Times reports the stock of two firearms manufacturers is on the rise. The stock is a good buy because the killing bidness in this country is in full flower, waxing behind the promise of astonishing profits in killing our fellow man, woman and, in particular, child. This is the American Nightmare that our politicians embrace as though it were the American Dream. Just as there is apparently no serious recourse to ending the insanity of gun violence, there can be precious little faith in the once noble ideal that this is a nation of the people, by the people and for the people. Just substitute “gun” for “people,” and you have what we are, the NRA nation, violent, brutal and deadly. None dare call this civilization.