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The Cost of Democracy Senator Bill Clinton? copyright © 2009 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org Democracy is in play. Politicians take their positions. The people ponder as powerbrokers decide. The stage is set. Tickets are for sale, but only for a select few. Thus is the scenario. Consider the scene. New Yorkers contemplate who might fill a probable vacant Senate seat. Should their representative, Hillary Rodham Clinton, be approved to serve, as Secretary of State, Governor David A. Patterson will appoint another to fill her chair. Therein lies the problem for many of the people in the Empire State. The Constitution allows a State's Chief Executive the authority to assign a seat to whom he, or she, thinks best. People, prominent and prestigious, such as Caroline Kennedy and Andrew M. Cuomo, vie for position, and constituents have no real say. She is the daughter of much beloved and laudable President, John Fitzgerald Kennedy. He is the son of the former nationally renowned Governor of the State, Mario Cuomo. Each has enthusiastic support from voters. If they two were candidates in an election, the race might be close. However, constituents will never have an opportunity to cast a ballot for the Senate seat. The consensus is the cost of a special election is prohibitive. Meanwhile New York Republicans revealed today, January 13, 2009, they are ready to pay the price for such a move. For the Grand Old Party the expense would be far less than the fee paid for another Democrat in the United States Congress. However, the Progressives intend to hold the line. In New York, just as in Illinois, where the Obama seat must be filled, budget concerns during a recession, one brought on by lobbyists, who influenced lawmakers, who then limited regulations, dictate a need for frugality. Those on the left of...
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Praise Song For the Day Elizabeth Alexander 2009 Inauguration Poem copyright © 2009 Betsy L. Angert. BeThink.org As Americans go about their day, they chortle, croon, and chatter. Conversations are constant. Hymns are hummed. People sing even when there is no tune. There is much said, and little heard. Cries may strike a chord; yet, these too may be perceived as silence. People talk. They wail; and no one listens to the lovely lyrics are sung. Everyone is hurried. Most are worried. They fear the mundane that threatens their very existence. Moms, Dads, even teens who must help provide for the family anxiously ask, will I have a job tomorrow. Singles are not exempt. Children too are concerned for they feel the disquiet amidst the noise. The murmur that moves us might be summed up in a sentence. 'Will there be money in my pocket today?' Society, it seems, is engaged in selfish pursuits. Personal survival is a more significant motivator than service. There is no harmony in the hullabaloo that surrounds us. The hum of reverence remains hidden. The butcher, the baker, and the candlestick-maker move through the day with one song in mind. How might I provide food for the family, and find shelter from all the storms? What of schools for my children, and an education for myself? In the pandemonium, the only sound that echoes is a irksome song, Most citizens of this country know not what will come. Nor do individuals recognize the love that was and is. Thus, they do as was done before them. Just as their parents did, the tired, the hungry, the poor and downtrodden, talk of a secure future. They walk towards what they want, or try to. Heads are held high. People work in factories. They stitch finery. Some drive trucks or taxis. Others...

A being that believes . . . "thinking is the best way to travel!" [Mike Pinder, Moody Blues]

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