It is Clear Why America Rejected John McCain

Most of us were smart enough to figure it out before November last year, but for those who voted the 'party' ticket, here's why 70 million Americans voted for Obama. Yesterday, McCain was asked by a reporter, 'Whose side do you think President Obama is on, Ahmadinejad or the people in the street?' It was a slow-pitch softball question but McCain struck out. He couldn't decide if our president was 'on the side' of the tyrant or the people of Iran.

I guess when he sang, 'Bomb, bomb, bomb-bomb Iran' during the election campaign, many of those seventy million Americans figured the guy out right then and there. Just imagine the horror we would be facing this morning with McCain in the White House. I shutter thinking about it.

Sit Down and Drink Your Vinegar!

"You're not leaving the table until you've finished drinking your glass of vinegar!" How many times have we heard that at the dinner table! Well, perhaps not, but maybe we ought to be hearing it more often here in America, land of the free and home of the obese.

In an article from NewScience titled, Vinegar Might Fight Fat, there is new evidence that acetic acid can prevent the accumulation of body fat. Some people, including my mother and my son, relish [pardon the pun] the taste of vinegar. In fact, my mother used to tell the story that, in her youth, she and her sister would 'sneak' vinegar while their mother was out of the kitchen. Both lived into their 90's with very little body fat.

The Japanese scientists who conducted the study on mice report note that vinegar has been used as a folk medicine since ancient times. People have used it for a range of ills. Modern scientific research suggests that acetic acid, the main component of vinegar, may help control blood pressure, blood sugar levels, and fat accumulation.Lab mice fed a high-fat diet and given acetic acid developed significantly less body fat (up to 10 percent less) than other mice, Kondo's team found.

If one doesn't worry about the break-down of teeth enamel and damage to the esophagas and stomach lining, vinegar-drinking might become as common as that glass of bovine mammary fluid now customarily found on family dinner tables. Better yet, make it red wine vinegar to get the benefits of resveratrol.

But What About the Feet?

I received homemade Fathers Day cards from my grandchildren yesterday- the best kind- but the one pictured here lacks feet. "Where are my feet,William?" I asked. "Sorry, Papa, I forgot them." "It doesn't matter," I replied, "because I especially like my purple PAPA shirt!"

His 'homemade card' days are surely numbered and will pass away quickly as they did for his older brother. One needs to cherish the moment.

Father's Day on Solstice

It is an interesting convergence of the summer solstice

and the celebration of Father's Day.

A celebration of when the sun is at its zenith,

after struggling through the dark and dreary winter,

to warm the days

extra hours of brightness to the nights

nurture the crops.

A symbol of hope.

A sign of empowerment.

The warm touch of a secure hand upon the head.

The metaphor of strength.

How do we fathers measure up to that symbolism?

It is not easy to be a good father in these turbid times.

So many distractions seduce a father from his proper role.

So many electronic gadgets isolate the child from reality.

Conversations become muted,

as in that button on the remote.

Father and child move in opposite directions,

almost as strangers in the same house.

Like crops need the sun

so too the child needs a father's strength.

In old age we look back upon our lives.

We reflect on what we have done and failed to do.

How did we fill the role of Father?

Alas, it is not for us to judge.

For the history is already written:

We need to ask our daughters and our sons.

Summer Solstice

Wishing you all of the joy, energy and power of the solstice sun.

Glass Flowers

Flowers made of glass suddenly greet the visitor to the Toledo Botanical Garden as they stroll by. The Toledo Glassblowers Guild operates a kiln directly within the garden and sets the pieces among the plants in competition with Mother Nature.

As Toledo was once known as the 'glass capital of the world,' it seems appropriate that glassened flowers ought to appear in the Toledo Botanical Gardens.

No doubt, botanical purists find the silicon pieces offensive, yet they add interesting colors often not found in nature to the garden- the deep cobalt blues especially.

Two large glass goldfish rest just below the surface of the gazebo pond which delight the children who find them as they search for the real pond fish.

Be sure to look up for hanging glass as well. As one enters the courtyard which houses the glass guild, one may find slender glass-cicles hanging from the pergolas among the wisteria vines.

My Wife as Mother Theresa

My wife left at 5:45 AM this morning, headed for Toledo Hospital to meet with the doctor making early-morning rounds. A terribly ill African woman lies in bed awaiting the news of her latest blood tests and my wife wanted to be there to help the patient understand the results and diagnosis. The woman is from Burundi, a nation carved out of the former Belgian Congo. She, a Hutu, married a Tutsi, the major players in the 1994 Rwandan Genocide affair- the power-vacuum that occurred when the Belgians decided to leave Africa.

They fled Burundi during that time of wanton killing to seek political refuge in the United States. He became a professor at the university, but died a few years thereafter from a parasite which entered his body as a child while swimming in a lake near his home. Today, his wife is battling the same parasite which has attacked her liver.

My wife learned much of the empathy she exhibits from her father, an ordinary man, former Fuller Brush salesman. He never asked if he should help people, he just did. Clearly he didn't learn it in church nor by reading the Bible. That was not part of his daily living. Nor did my wife learn her compassion in the church pews. Although she attends church fairly regularly, she is by no means 'churchy' and most importantly, neither is she preachy. One's religious affiliation, if any, is of little concern to my wife. When she sees or hears of a person in need, she acts out of simple human kindness.

On the Enneagram scale she is a Two. That number is defined, The Helper. The opening description of a Two begins, Twos are empathetic, sincere, and warm-hearted. They are friendly, generous, and self-sacrificing... Five forty-five in the morning fits the 'self-sacrificing' point quite well. She was also a CASA and helped many children through the difficult phase of abandonment and/or neglect as they were shuttled from one foster home to the next.

I'm tooting her horn because she never will. I'm glad to have met her those 4 decades ago. Many children and adults in the Toledo area are much better off [as am I] for her involvement in their lives. Hat's off to my caring and giving wife!

Another Righteous Christian Bites the Marital Dust

Were they not so pompously righteous in their indignation of others, Senators like John Ensign of Nevada would not fall so hard on their silly-ass face when they are caught with their pants down. The Christian-right's newest casuality is John Ensign who had a 2-year adulterous affair with the wife of his top political aid.

Ensign derided Bill Clinton for his Oval Office sexual laison with Monica Lewinski and called for his head on a silver platter. Ensign has been a 'strong protector' of marriage, pushing legislation for the Family and Marriage Act. He was also irate on the Senate floor against gay marriage.

At least this time, as he stood before the cameras, his defiled wife did not appear next to him as did Mrs. David Vitter of Louisiana or Mrs. Larry Craig of Idaho. Moral righteousness while standing on the Bible is a dangerous position to maintain with your zipper down.

Late Spring Gems from the Botanical Garden

My wife and I strolled through the Toledo Botanical Gardens late yesterday afternoon to see what ocular treasures were waiting for us. We were not disappointed. In the Shade Garden among all of the greens, a lonely day lily poked its head proudly upward, adding a blaze of orange to the verdant tones.

Not far away at the gazebo, the botanists had planted a clutch of water irises, again adding splashes of color in the green surroundings.

Although most of the iris were spent, the Siberian Iris stood at attention, offering their hues of purple to insects and the admiring humans.

Odd and colorful lollipop-like flowers on tall stems seem to have arrived from some alien world. They remind me of a dandelion in full seed, although sparkling with color.

In the rose garden, this two-toned gem stood at the archway, beckoning us to enter the perfumed world of the rose. It might have been named gypsy rose; if not, it is fitting.

The Time of Rugged American Individualism is At an End

It's over at last. An enormous sigh of relief can be heard all across the land. Oh, not everywhere in America, but in most civilized parts of this nation the time of the so-called rugged individualist mindset is at an end. We Americans are slow to 'give it up' but, it seems, we always come around with some kicking and screaming along the way. Remember that odd clutch of people who refused to wear seat belts? Or those motorcyclists who refused the law of helmet-use [they're dead or quadriplegics].

Naturally, the rest of the civilized world already accepted the change long ago and have been waiting for us to join the rest of civilized society. Our European cousins, especially, have been watching patiently for our maturity to kick-in. Their forbearance is recognized and applauded. It is not unlike our own personal realization that we, ourselves, had grown out of adolescence and stepped into adulthood. Remember those awful adolescent years? Yuck!

So too this nation. It was a long, contentious, and quite extended period of adolescence, wasn't it? Rather than emulating our more mature European cousins, we did all of the stupid stuff that immaturity demands. Apparently those harsh and deadly lessons told to us by our German, English, French and Italian cousins went in one ear and out the other- just like the warnings and advice of our parents.

What a painful and ugly time we Americans went through while we were in that know-it-all stage of our development. Abnoxious, self-absorbed, greedy, narcissistic and intolerant. Ugly, wasted time of life.

Remember when we Americans used to cheer war? As if it were a football game? Flags, songs, marching, revelry? We're Number One! Yet, we ought to have thought back on those many bloody European wars, the wars fought by our relatives back in the old country- wars fought over territory, ethnicity and religion. We recall their stories of sending their young men into glorious battle for 'righteousness.' For 'honor.' For 'justice.'

Did we take learn from their many foolish engagements with each other? Our longest-ever war still goes on in Iraq, now in its 7th year with no end in sight. Seven years, thousands of our 'finest' young men an women in cold graves, tens of thousands in hospitals and nursing homes. Lives and bodies shattered. Families torn apart.

Remember when we cheered the war, the Shock 'n Awe, those opening scenes on our TV's like a Fourth of July fireworks display over the city of Baghdad? Those confident words of our president a few weeks later that, our mission in Iraq was over and that justice prevailed?

Surely we can also remember when we allowed guns of all sorts to be bought and sold and kept by anyone who felt that they 'needed' them? It was just like those grainy black and white cowboy heroes of early TV- carry a weapon and shoot it whenever you needed too. As kids, I must have 'shot' a hundred of my playmates. The foolish irresponsibility of youth. Remember those days?

European nations long ago banished handguns from common ownership because, as mature adults, they realized that there were just too many people in a society who would abuse the use of these weapons and become a danger to society at large. Yet, look how long it has taken us over here, on th eother side of the pond, to figure that out. Remember when there was a 'gun lobby' in Congress? Remember when there was a powerful Rifle Association that sent campaign money to congressmen who would not limit handgun use in this nation? Recall the hundreds of murders each day all across America during those gun-toting years?

Who can forget that mix of religion and politics in America? We did not learn from our gentile European cousins who killed one another wantonnessly because of where they worshiped on Sunday morning. As they grew up and saw how religious fervor could destroy an entire society, they wisely separated it from governance. Today there are no tests, litmus tests, or suggestions of a religious nature in their politics, their governments.

Yet, we can surely recall here on our soil the rantings and ravings of religion infused in our government and our politics. Remember when only white Christians became president and an atheist would not be elected? Recall when Bible beliefs were infused in schools, governments and laws all across America? Those were ugly times. Lack of mature thinking and insight blinded us to the realities of diversity.

Slavery. How long did it last in the Land of the free? Nearly 100 years after the Constitution. When did slavery end in Switzerland? Norway? Ireland? Apparently, we Americans thought it proper to keep other humans as unpaid workers. Not only slavery, but the civil rights of the former slaves languished painfully in this nation for another 100 years thereafter. When did Belgium, Denmark and Luxembourg demand full civil rights for all of their citizens? When indeed. Alas, not we Americans. In our extended immature adolescent stage, we permitted unequal treatment of our citizens, even initiating apartheid laws to separate one group of citizens from another.

Those were sorry days, shameful days, now gone. We have become adults at last, mature and fully functioning adults. Not all of us. Never, it seems, all of us have moved from the adolescent stage.

Recall that black slaves were forbidden marriage? Remember when a black person was forbidden from marrying a white person? Recall when a Christian could not marry another of a different denomination? Remember when two gay or lesbians were forbidden from marrying? Those were dreadful years, spiteful years- years that we would all like to forget.

But we can't. If we forget the past or ignore the lessons of past societies, we will not grow into fully-functioning and caring adults. We will fall back to those immature days that our European ancestors endured and to the days here in America when we were childish, brash, wild and narcissistic.

And, surely, we would not like to go back to 'those days' ever again.