The Right Wing–Winners and Losers: The Second Republican Presidential Debate,Part 2

The Right Wing–Winners and Losers: The Second Republican Debate  Part 2

As I said, I gave each candidate 1 point for making a point, for answering the question well.  And among the values previously listed, I also subjectively decided which was more Presidential, credible, and assertive overall.  If you missed the beginning of this discussion please check the blog/post that preceded this one: The Right Wing, Part I

So who won and why from my spiritual point of view? Well, there were close competitors and there were poor scorers. Below I list the best debaters in alpha order as I have no favorite because I am no Republican even though I appreciated the Presidential quality, informed preparation, passion, and fair-mined courage of  Marco Rubio.

Jeb Bush 10

Ben Carson   2

Chris Cristy 11

Ted Cruz 3

Carly Fiorina 9

Mike Huckabee 4

John Kasich 3

Paul Rand 8

Marco Rubio 10

Donald Trump 3

Scott Walker 2

Chris Cristy (11)  bashed Hillary Clinton and President Obama, but talked an unifying theme. That seemed hypocritical and though he had the most points, his energy was vituperative.He spoke best on the need for rehab for marijuana users not jail.

Jeb Bush (10) was very dignified,brought a mollifying energy and I appreciated that he is politically seasoned. He is fighting the perception that he will not be seen as “his own man” because both his brother and father already held the office., but he countered that his brother kept us safe after 9-11. He was composed

Marco Rubio (10) was present to the moment, had his facts and was informed. He was prepared studied, and astute. He spoke on immigration and the Iranian deal calling Putin “that gangster in Moscow” for his interference in the Ukraine. His tone was bitter in regards to Obama’s seeming rebuff of Netanyahu and his warmth and welcome to the Iranian spiritual leader by contrast.

Carly Fiorina (9) was prepared,intense, and assertive. She advocated upgrading and restoring the US military. She focused on policy, advocated for us standing with our allies. She brought a personal revelation on the drug rehab issue. It balanced the sharpness of her edge in trying to slice through the combative male energy.

Paul Rand (8) had considered ideas, the confidence of his political experience, and a passionate, well-thought out response to most question. He was attentive and unflappable. He was a leader by example spoke on the Tenth Amendment, and also advocated for less incarceration of drug users.

Mike Huckabee (4) was exemplary and grounded by his sense of right. He spoke against same sex marriage even though the law validates it now. He was passionate and unabashed. His stand was moral and he embodied the electorate who think like him without venom.

John Kaisch (3)–He seems easy, honest, authentic with his talk of unifying and his record in Ohio as governor. He said more than once America’s strength lies in in unity, abroad as well with our allies. His carriage or body language was easy and stood out from the rest,but his assertions were simplistic by contrast.

Donald Trump (3)–He was out of his depth in this debate, holding back on the usual argumentative hyperbole and name calling.  He seemed to have pulled back and was less sophomoric about name calling, taking back his insult to Fiorina about her looks. He advocated for English as the national American language and spoke again for his intention to raise a wall against Mexican illegal immigration. When asked which woman he’d put on the new US ten dollar bill, he said his  wife. He repeated, he wants “to make the country great again”.

Ted Cruz (3) With every chance to speak, he bashed Obama, and argued against planned parenthood and abortion, advocated for war, and strict constitutional. He said he’d tear up the Iran deal on his first day in office. He’d repeal Obama health care program.  He’d abolish IRS. He did a great deal of fear monger. He was ineffective.

Ben Carson(2)–His views come in from left field, in a sleepy, cracker barrel style. His persona is sweet, and understated. He has strong views on the Syrian war now, saying if we (Obama) had gone into Syria after Afghanistan was, the current displacement of Syrians (refugee) crisis wouldn’t be happening. He is a quiet controversial candidate, saying he’d not want a Muslim in the White House.

Scott Walker(2) He spent the debate selling himself, and the Reagan legacy as it lives in him. Of all, he bashed the president each time he had a chance to speak.He had no authority of his own.,even though he had his Wisconsin governorship to recommend his ability to take a hard line. It was not evident this time. *[Since September 16, he has dropped out of the race.]

Say What You Mean, Mean What You Say–a preamble

Say What You Mean, Meaning What You Say

Democrat Alcee L. Hastings called the Republican House on it’s decision and radification of a law suit against President Obama. He says it is “a frivolous lawsuit on steroids” and that it by-passes so many truly needful initiatives that ought to be under expedited and serious consideration such as repairing city infra-structure, (Washington’s full of potholes) or (among other issues) dealing with the immigration crisis at our borders.

The Health Care Act and the improved Economy are two big plus marks in the column for Presidental Achievement. The Equal Pay Act, and the Increase in Minimum wage are worthy of praise and remembrance.

It is just encouraging to me that members of Congress will speak their truth to powers that be and not bite their tongue. I only wish the Nation would rise up and March on the House of Representatives with an eye to impeach and throw out those obstructionist power mongers who seek to enrich their lot and keep the Country choking on the corporate stranglehold that these unworthy elected officials promulgate.

Is there nothing we can do as a body politic? We voted them in; let’s take some action to get them out–now–don’t wait for elections—Free Our Country Now! Here’s the Daily Word.

Intention
My intentions shape my experience.
Tuesday, August 5, 2014

My life runs smoothly when I lay the proper foundation. Beginning my day with a clear intention focuses my energy and directs my activities. Intention is like a laser beam of light guiding me through any uncertainty. What I need to accomplish may seem overwhelming, but as I attune to my intention, I move through my day with ease.

To clarify my intentions, I ask myself: Who am I willing to be today? What qualities will help me succeed? Do I want to be grateful and courageous? Clear and focused? Present and enthusiastic? Once I’ve set my intention, I attend to my tasks with confidence. I have all I need to live this day with ease and grace.
I intend to keep on reminding you of these things, though you know them already.—2 Peter 1:12

Celebratory Snap shots—The Party Is Over Here SDiane Adamz Bogus/Shariananda 6/30/2013

Celebratory Snap shots—The Party Is Over Here    SDiane Adamz Bogus/Shariananda 6/30/2013

In the USA, on any midnight dance floor, when the juice is flowing, the sweat is popping on the rhythm infused bodies, when the crowd is buoyed up by the boom boom, boom of the disco beat, augmented by the disc jockey’s hollers and scratching, there is usually a call that goes out, “ooh–oo -ooh-oo” and punctuated by the chant “There’s a party over here!” Chains and trains of people connect and follow the energy in a lengthening line of revelry and unselfconscious relaxation. When I was able to be in such a setting, enjoying the boogie, I always loved it.

 

Well, since my arrival in Denmark, I have come to believe that the entire country is nothing short of an on-going party, though not always as raucous as the American disco scenes I have visited, but entirely given to fun, exuberance, sharing the moments of life, and embracing “celebration” as a feature of daily life. I have spoken about this before, explaining the concept of hyggelig:  as much as (and as often as possible), a good and mellow time with loved ones and friends; fun with a capital F.

 

The warmth of summer with a growing intensity for heat has eluded Denmark so far this year. It was a late and prolonged winter that we have just come through, and the trees have only just reached their full bodied leafy bloom. The wind blows in from the north and north east, chilling the day, and clouds convene in alternating bluster, first darkening, then lightening when the sun can force through beams. The Danes take every second they can in the sun. They throw together impromptu picnics and soirees on the stroke of a sun beam, and they gather in intense groups at open air cafes and small sandwich or specialty eating shops to drink beers, sodas, coffee and schmooze as if there is to be no tomorrow. And I suppose, they are to be commended for living for today, for tomorrow the sun may not shine. They suck up their fortitude, throw blankets over their legs or wraps around their necks, maybe even a light jacket, and face the gray of the day with the insistent hope that the sun will return shortly. And it does– like a sea change–which often is the cause: evaporation and condensation from local and distant bodies of water.

 

At the beginning of June, one would think temperatures would rise, and the swimmers and runners, strollers, and sun bathers would be delighted and greatly visible, but this season, as I understand it, the percentages of people enjoying the bold outdoors is greatly reduced. Nevertheless, that did not stop one man, from celebrating the joy of summer in the square at Norreport, one of the main commercial areas where the bus and train stop in central Copenhagen.

 

SNAP SHOT 1

 

As Vivi and I were en route to the cafe Flottenheimer, owned by a Turkish friend whom we had previously met at the department of immigration, we passed through one of the large areas where there is outdoor seating and large numbers of people eating, drinking, chatting, and just hanging in the merciful light of day without rain or gray skies. It is really a sight to see. It feels like one is in a Monet painting, part of the many dotted pattern of the scene. Framing this surreal moment are pubs and convenience stores, clothing shops and specialty businesses for various ethnic and cultural groups. Tables are round or square, full of glasses half full, half empty–your pleasure to imagine. Passing through the utter energy of it, I found myself gaping and giving Vivi my usual   running commentary of wonderment and appreciation, to which she always smiles and says, “We enjoy every clear day, every sunny day we can get because summer is so short and winter so long.” Just then, a naked man steps into our path. He is singing, and smiling, his privates dangling, his suntan marked by the light places where clothes had defined their shadow. He was bald headed, and had an earring in his ear and a beer in hand. He was in a bliss and his friends who sat at the table where his piled-up clothes lay partly in the seat and partly on the ground, were clapping and smiling and hooting him on. For my part–I was shocked. I was not quite ready for this level of freedom of expression. I have seen it on TV, nakedness in commercials and in television programming. I have even seen film of the naked swimmers of winter here in Denmark, but to come upon a naked man among crowds of dressed people took me by surprise. I blushed–and yes, I can–brown skin or not. It did not faze anyone except me it seemed. Everyone else, whom I could see, just smiled or laughed or ignored him and kept to their own enjoyment.

“Vivi!” I said. “Shari,” she said. And that was that. We passed on taking in all the mass of Danish compatriots enjoying the summer day.

SNAP SHOT2

The 20 or 21 of June is the longest day of summer in Denmark. They call it Midsummer, and they have a tradition of celebration around it. I do not have the history, but the tradition is to go to the edge of the sea (or nearest beach) and build or be a part of the burning of a substantial bonfire. If you are in the right place along the beach front or water’s edge, you can look down the length of the beach and see the other bonfires burning, and it sets up a kind of connection between the groups of people. Viv and I went to Skodsborg   Strand in Skodsborg. This was the night of that great, full moon that was reported to be nearer the earth than usual. We drove out along the coast near dusk, and found ourselves at a modest gathering of people where tables and chairs had been set out by the owners of a mobile cafe. There was a silence to the celebration that I did not expect. Couples in various configurations strolled slowly to and fro, some watched the modest bonfire at our location; others seem to be like extras in a film, in place, but without purpose except to people the scene. Some of the people sat inside the tents having coffee or drinks; still others sat on the pier brick wall, eating ice cream. Others sat at the picnic tables or along the wooden pier itself. There I noticed a group of teens huddled at the far point edge of the pier, smoking cigarettes, and clustered as if up to something secretive. They were quiet and respectful, and I appreciated getting a look at the teens of Denmark here. I have seen some on the S-tog commuter train and on the bus, but here they were participating. Smaller kids, of about 8 years or so, played on the bolder breakers–one leaping from one to the other with mountain goat facility. He liked my attention and got bolder, without a slip. His sister or slightly younger girl companion followed with the same alacrity. Older couples were arm in arm, and mothers and children, groups of families also strode by. It seems everyone of all ages celebrates Midsummer. Yet it was quiet for an event meant to celebrate solstice; but what do I know? I just got here. It seemed to me that music was missing. What’s more the fire was burning too low, and there was no extra wood to flush it; the signal fires further down the beach seemed fitful as well, burning high for a time, then disappearing, down to just above ember blaze. I said to Vivi, “This is mighty quiet. They need some music.” She said,” We usually do have some, if we had gone to one of the larger gatherings at other bonfire locations. There the people sing favorites and dance, and make noise.” But I knew that she had not wanted to go to a great crowded location because it would have been too much. She had had a full work week, and so had I online. Mellow, easy, and cozy ruled the day. So, I satisfied myself with a double scoop of chocolate and banana ice cream, called ” is” and we cuddled close under the canopy of  a blue tent with a blue glass candle holder where burned a candle as the huge moon rose before us, alternately falling under the dense, dark clouds and reappearing when we least thought it’d come back. We stayed until the wind changed to cold and whipped us to chills. The cafe owner started to put things away, and asked us to move to a picnic table, handing us our candle to take the romance with us. So much for the Midsummer celebration. Still, it seems to me, one has to take the good times as they come, regardless of the weather. Sadan er det. (So it goes).

 

SANP SHOT 3

 

Vivi works for a company that fund raises for large charitable organizations. Her company is in start-up, and she is a skilled and experienced fund raiser who brings managerial expertise to the effort. Earlier in the week, she invited me to come out to have a beer with her and her co-workers and colleagues when their work day was over on Thursday. This seemed like fun, and it was another chance to see how workers enjoy hyggelig together. Gaining more and more independence as I learn the bus routes and the train schedules, I took the 6A bus that runs on Frederiksborgvej toward Norreport, and got off at Jagtvej and Tagensvej. This was bout 9:30 PM, and it was still daylight, as it would be at about 6PM in the USA in most cities in the summer. I was not sure how to navigate once I got off the bus; so standing at the bus stop with cell phone in hand, I took in the Dogn/Netto grocery store, the florist shop, the cycle shop, and the business building in each direction starting with my corner. I rang Vivi, and she came out from the bar, where they already had gathered. She instructed me to cross the street to the northeast corner. Soon, I could see her on the avenue (vej) and we waved to each other. I felt like I was in a movie where two lovers see each other for the first time, and are about to be united after an interminable, longing separation. We met mid-block and embraced as if, indeed, it had been a long time since we have been together or seen one another. We kissed briefly–not to make a scene–(not that anyone would care, stop and stare), but we are private. Then we walked arm in arm as we often do to, Zorro’s. What a name! This is the name of a Mexican liberator, “the fox (“so cunning and free–who makes the sign of the ‘Z'”) and the name of a TV series as well as more recently a three-film American movie. Denmark never ceases to amaze me with its American pop culture assimilation.

 

Once inside, I met Kenneth, Runa, Maria and Ben. Kenneth, Vivi designated as a colleague, and the three others as co-workers. I am told by a tourist book that Danes are not big on titles or designations that place one above another, but they do make distinctions in the work hierarchy; the distinctions are relational. The place was a little small for dancing, as it had just one long open room of about 30 feet by 20. At one end was the bar and beer taps, at the other a raised cul de sac with a recessed DJ stand, low tables, and several chairs which varied in construction and comfort. I took a covered arm chair. Vivi sat across from me on a leather booth like bench with the two female co-workers, and Ben sat to my left in a wooden chair. Kenneth, King Edward cigar cool, sat on a wicker love seat, with his legs crossed, and with big self-important attitude. I liked him. I started by saying hello in Danish, and receiving the greetings of each, along with names that Vivi inserted. The music was playing low, and though we were right next to the DJ stand, I was able to hear fine with my left ear. You may recall that I have reduced hearing in my right ear from an unfortunate lightning and thunder strike seven years ago. So transformation in stride, being a newcomer to Denmark, I was all ready for a nice, coffee house chat with new people. Well, for a short time, while daylight still streamed in, Ben and I talked about the gay and lesbian achievements in America as well as his activism in Denmark. Seems he was among those fighting for “marriage equality” which was only recently passed. Before that, legal unions were civically sanctioned or church blessings were attainable if the church was willing, but not “marriage” as it is performed for 1 man and 1 woman. Because he was sitting to my immediate right, I chatted with Ken a while, too, about books, and philosophies of human development, spiritual and cosmic views. I could not get within ear range across the table to Runa and Maria, but we smiled a lot. Then the DJ came into the area and stepped behind the stand. He asked if he could turn the music up because it was his birthday, and he and his friends would be partying. Ha! Did he ring my bell or what?! No sooner had he put on a deep drum rhythm, than I was out of my seat, moving furniture and dancing, just a little time keeping and swaying, but with enticing energy. Soon, Ben and Maria, Vivi and the DJ and a few of his friends were in that little area stomping and romping too. We all just hooted and I called out–“Ooh-oo,ooh-oo ,there’s a party over here.” They copied me, and we just had the best time for the rest of the night. The DJ was celebrating his 27th birthday. In between we were all swilling Tuborg beers and wiggling and bumping booties, and howling like boogie monsters. We forced a circle, and different ones stepped in the middle while the others touched them or did one on one dance moves. I stayed out of the circle. After all, I am a married lady–and so did Viv. But man, what a good time! I met several more people, three of whom I gave quick (wrist) touch readings, and they were amazed. One of them extended me an invitation to an event that is up-coming in which I may come as the oracle and read for his guests. He said he’d call. Vivi and I took a taxi home, because buses were running an hour apart, but we were quite pleased with ourselves–two old ladies out partying with the 20 and 30 year olds. Denmark, Nu slapper du af! ( You are besides yourself.)

 

SNAP SHOT 4

Yesterday and the day before, June 29 and 28th, there was lots of alarms and hooting going on in the street, sometimes followed by police sirens. I learned from Vivi that the trucks I saw going by were groups of graduation youth, who were moving from gymnasium (high school) on to college or vocational education. The completion of the three years at gymnasium is an achievement and big celebration for all of a week may go on with truckloads of howling young people waving and being saluted by the proud and encouraging populace. Vivi explained to me that the youth rent the trucks which look like farm trucks with wooden slats rather than Ford or Toyota or Chevy working pick-ups. They are decorated with the school and school colors and they transport 20 or more students from the same school all around the city from open neighborhood to the other. Something like the prom limo for high school grads, but much less dignified and less glamorous, but much more fun if you account for the wild hooting and yelling and the stops by each student’s home, where all on the truck is invited in to each the other’s homes to eat a little snack, drink a refreshment, and receive congratulations. They start early and ride around all day, stopping, celebrating, and moving on. That’s phenomenal. I am sure everyone is stuffed to the gills by the time they come back home from all that rebel rousing. It just makes me so happy to think that the youth are encouraged to blow off all that energy in this chauffeured and socially accepted way. Det er rigtig dejlig. (It’s right on.)