Barack Obama, as we know, has been directly accused of “palling around” with “domestic terrorist” Bill Ayers because his first political meeting was in the home of Ayers and his wife Bernadine Dohrn, another member of the Weather Underground of the late 1960s and 1970s, even though neither were present at that meeting, and for having a simply amicable yet businesslike relationship with Ayers because they were both on the same organizational board.
Poor hapless John McCain! He thought he’s scored a coup when he chose Sarah Palin to be his running mate, but his putative Veep has shown herself to be more a liability than an asset. Although she initially shored up McCain’s wavering support among the evangelical Christians and the hard-core Right, whenever she’s articulated her positions on issues all the way from global warming to foreign policy, Sarah Palin has shown herself to be an out-and-out bimbo, in that classic sense of the word—pretty, very pretty, but absolutely vapid.
While the McCain campaign tries to tar Obama with the "celebrity" brush by aligning him with a supposedly certified "celebrity bimbo," Britney Spears, it's important to recall that Ms. Spears gave an interview with CNN shortly after the U.S. invasion of Iraq in 2003 in which the interviewer asked her, in view of all her fellow Holloywood celebrities vocally opposing the invasion, where did she stand?
The following "Farewell Address" was given by me at the meeting of the Indianapolis Community-Faith-Labor Coalition on August 2, 2008. It has been emended for clarity and accuracy, and a new paragraph added--GF
The lead editorial by Ron Haldeman in the August, 2008 issue of the Indianapolis Peace & Justice Journal, “Where have All the Radicals Gone?” says it all. After briefly listing where radical presences in Indianapolis were in the past, visible and effective, he concludes plaintively, “So where have all the radicals gone? We need them very badly.”
Indeed we do. And a good number of them should be coming out of the Community-Faith-Labor Coalition, but they’re not. Much to my dismay, and also much to the detriment of the working people of Indiana and Indianapolis.
Written especially for all of us whose mothers were truly mothers (as in that compound word that begins with “mother” and is followed by a second word that begins with “f.”)
Well, it’s May 11, 2008, Mother’s Day. A day to get sentimental about Mother, celebrate fulsomely how our mother contributed so positively to our upbringing as children that she guaranteed our satisfaction and success as adults. But what my mother so fulsomely gave me through the way she raised me—and I’ll be brutally honest here— is simply a deep sense of regret at being born.
A good-natured dig at my friend Jim Wolfe, who gets carried away at times with his religious earnestness--GF
Jim Wolfe, who just recently became past President of the Indianapolis Peace & Justice Center (IPJC) when his term expired in April, is a nice guy, an ordained Presbyterian minister, and professor in the Religious Studies department at Indiana University-Purdue University at Indianapolis (IUPUI). He also has a penchant for quoting the Bible in support of his positions, and there lies the interestingly troublesome rub.
I write this Open Letter to the Indianapolis Living Wage Coalition not only as a former activist in it, but more tellingly, also as a low-wage worker who's had to accept pay cuts in order to keep his job.
Everything has its price, and the cost of the Indianapolis Colts’ new Lucas Oil Stadium portends to be exorbitant for the taxpayers of Marion County, where Indianapolis is situated. But the cost is genteelly hidden, so the taxpayers are liable to overlook what this new toy for the Colts is going to cost them. This is the new football arena the Colts insisted had to be built for them by public funds, or else they’d leave. All the more reason to call it by what it really is—the Extortion Dome.
I, George Fish, born and raised a mackerel snapper, followed my own lights, and because of this, sang a dissonant tuna; this caused me to flounder, and thus be cast to the clerical sharks.
by George Fish
A few months back, when I had routine business to conduct at Indianapolis’ City-County Building, I had in my knapsack a small pair of scissors I’d used earlier to cut some tape to seal an envelope for mailing. My scissors was duly confiscated by security at the City-County building, supposedly to prevent me, there on routine and mundane business, from assassinating some public official. Now, why would anyone wish to assassinate any of our public officials, local, state, or national, who all do such a marvelous job of protecting the political, social and economic rights of We, the People??!!!