We are rapidly approaching Election Day, a time when another president will be elected to hold that office for four years. Along with the election, there are a number of other political candidates seeking an office of a seat of power.
So much is happening on a daily basis it’s hard to keep up with all of it. There is trouble in the housing market, high food prices, job losses, investments tanking, government taking over more and more, taxes eating into every phase of our lives and politicians barking promises they can’t keep. It seems we have more problems in this country than Dick Tracy.
I DO NOT YIELD BACK MY TIME
This past week and weekend has been a frenzied period in the crisis we face. The worldwide financial bubble is spreading and appears to be unmanageable. The economy is in crisis and it’s a dollar problem.
After the failure of the first $700 billion bailout, Washington elected are meeting over this weekend to try to hammer out a rescue bailout. They should shelve it and go home. We don’t really know what they are doing, but it’s predictable anything they agree upon will be another added cost on the backs of the American people. They keep trying to place value on worthless assets in the wake of the carnage of financial institutions.
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Kill The Bill Before It Kills The Golden Goose (Issue 92)
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The debate last night in Oxford, Mississippi, between John McCain and Barack Obama, sounded more like a bickering session than a debate, a rehashing and squabbling over the same things we have been listening to for the past 18 months.
It was a repetition of the same abysmal mediocrity we have been hearing. McCain in his dull monotone voice, repeating the same ole rhetoric was very boring. Obama, more spiritedly energetic, kept rudely interrupting McCain and acted like he wanted to lunge at him, as Obama kept repeating the same old socialist line of taxing the rich to take care of the poor. I did not listen to entire program, but turned it off before they finished. I was so tired of listening to the same old stuff.
This is the title of an old country music song I used to hear while listening to the Grand Ole Opry radio show. Having been born and reared in the deep south, way back then during and after the Great Depression, many country music songs reflected the tempo of the people and that time period. Boiled cabbage with a hot pone of cornbread was a staple of noon time lunch. Most everyone had a garden with cabbage in it, and if they didn’t, cabbage was one of the cheapest food items you could buy. It’s a very nutritious food, but a far cry from filet mignon.
With food cost rising and talk of some scarcity, we might be hearing a revival of that song “boil em cabbage down boys.” I, for one, love boiled cabbage and the broth from it called “pot liquor.” When eaten with cornbread, it is very tasty and inexpensive.
If after this week’s news you are feeling a bit conflicted, confused, worried and apprehensive, prepare yourself a good Southern style “soul food” meal and chow down. Think about what an earlier generation experienced during times “that try men’s souls.” Then read my two articles earlier this week about what life was like for me during the Great Depression of the thirties. I do not recall the lyrics to the song, but think the second line said “the only thing they knew to do was boil em cabbage down.”
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“Boil Em Cabbage Down Boys, Boil Em Cabbage Down” (Issue 86)
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