Sunday, June 22, 2008

Petroleum and My Prayer Bush to Visit Iowa Flood Site copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. Dearest Mister George Walker Bush . . . This morning as I sat in what I would wish to think of as my safe little sanctuary from danger, I watched you mount the stairs and ascend into Air Force One. The television announcer spoke of your impending trip to the Midwest. As one with family in Iowa, Wisconsin, and Illinois, I was grateful for your travel. I am certain the people in these regions will be comforted by your presence. Most will feel they have reason to hope that you will offer help. I truly appreciate you "swift" response to their needs. I am gratified that you have decided to fly high above the flooded terrain, and perhaps spend a moment with an individual or two. Perchance, you will speak to my sister or my Dad. As I observed the day's news break on screen, I perused the printed page and realized the American people may have another reason to thank you. The New York Times reported Bush Calls for End to Ban on Offshore Oil Drilling. I am confident those on dry land, still able to drive through the streets are pleased. Your grand gesture will gratify them, belatedly if at all. The United States House Committee on Natural Resources thinks the move will not improve circumstances. I sigh. There is no reason to let little details such as well-researched assessment get in the way of the glorious work you do Mister Bush. As you well know, the public cares not what the future might bring. The people prefer to be catered to in the immediate. I know you understand this Mister President. You felt the repercussions of a delayed action. I remember your late response...
Race Relations; Reflections, Realizations, Reactions, and Rejections copyright © 2008 Betsy L. Angert. "Nothing is more certainly written in the book of fate than that these people are to be free. Nor is it less certain that the two races, equally free, cannot live in the same government. Nature, habit, opinion has drawn indelible lines of distinction between them." ~ Thomas Jefferson (Autobiography, 1821) It was a Saturday morning, late in June. The year was 2008. In the background, radio broadcaster, Scott Simon could be heard. The host of Weekend Edition offered his Reflections on Race and the Presidential Election. Alexander listened halfheartedly. It was not that he was not interested in the topic; he is and he was. Alex was distracted. The gentleman glanced over at Donna, a young Jamaican woman he knows so well. Donna's skin is as Black as pitch coal and as rich as sweet crude. She gracefully moves across the room. He thinks of how he loves the way her hips sway to and fro. Her voluptuous bosom fills the full cup of her brassiere. As she bends down to feed his ailing cousin Anna, Alex reflects on how lovely the dark skinned woman is. His sentiment is not sexual in nature. Alexander is analytical. As Alex watches the woman stir, he contemplates human nature. Recent research fascinates the senior fellow. For years, Alexander wondered what was the attraction to female breasts and beauty. He recalled the article he reviewed days earlier, What Women Want (Maybe.) Alexander marveled as he appraised the study. Rapt by the results as reported, “Looking at a naked man walking on the beach is about as exciting as looking at landscapes,” Alexander wonders of women, men, and how they relate. How much of what occurs between the sexes is biological? Are two-legged mammals acculturated? Do we...

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