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The other day, an eleven-year-old boy I teach asked me if I thought the next President should raise taxes. He’s a very smart kid with an agile mind, and he’d obviously been troubled by the debates and political ads he’d seen. He sensed that something was wrong, but couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
I offered him two answers. The simpler one was that Presidents don’t have either the authority or the power to tax. Our constitution grants those exclusively to the Congress, and as we’ve all seen during the last decade, a Congress that is determined to thwart a President’s tax policies can do so with impunity, at least until the next election.
But the more important answer was that he was asking the wrong question. In fact, the entire political debate on taxes is essentially fraudulent. I actually said, “Any candidate who pledges to raise or lower taxes is lying and attempting to misdirect the attention of a gullible public.”
Why? Because you can’t govern by arbitrarily setting the level of taxation. The questions of how the tax burden should be distributed and which loopholes should be closed are valid, but the overall amount of revenue needed by the government is the tail of the dog, not the dog. A responsible government first sets its priorities on what it will provide to its citizens. That debate must precede all others.
Only after we’ve clearly defined what each citizen’s birthright consists of and how much we’re willing to spend on our military should we ask what all that will cost. Then, if there’s not enough money for everything on our wish list, we can either re-assess our priorities or determine that we need to raise more revenue to pay for it. It’s really pretty simple, and it’s what we all do as families.
So, please, no more talk of taxes. We should be debating whether the right to basic health care and an education comes with being an American, and how we can most effectively defend ourselves from those who want to kill us. In the process, we might just figure out that it’s time to stop using oil, but only then does it makes sense to address how much we’re willing to contribute to make all that happen.
On the eleventh anniversary of nine-eleven, a number of events occurred. An apparently well-planned attack on our consulate in Bengazi resulted in the deaths of four Americans including our ambassador to Libya. At the same time, radical Muslims attacked our embassies and military outposts in thirteen countries, with varying degrees of violence, and the now infamous YouTube video ridiculing the prophet Mohammed went viral throughout the Internet.
The invasion of our embassies and the murder of our people violate international law and standards of conduct recognized by every civilized nation. They were premeditated acts of war designed to commemorate nine-eleven, and it is my hope that the perpetrators meet the same end as Osama Bin Laden, only far more quickly and in the clear light of day.
But let us not confuse the other events that have swept the world with deliberate acts of terrorism like the attacks in Libya and Afghanistan. It’s time to address accountability.
Our courts have ruled that the right to free speech is not unlimited. Beyond not being able to yell “Fire!” in a crowded theater, we may not spew hate with the clear intent to create mayhem and riot. People obsessed with bigotry and hate do not have the right to jeopardize the lives of our citizens and the interests of our country. I believe posting that despicable video on YouTube with the clear intent of causing worldwide chaos qualifies as a hate crime.
I’m reminded that in the sixties and seventies, Americans who engaged in peaceful, law-abiding demonstrations against the Vietnam War were relentlessly hounded by the FBI. As a defense contractor with the highest security clearance, working in the Pentagon to protect the United States from the Soviet Union, it was made clear to me that exercising my right to free speech could destroy my career and expose me to prosecution.
Back then, people who disagreed with the government were accused of being un-American and hating our country. Today, anyone who suggests that everything about America is not perfect is attacked as being an apologist. Are we that petty? Are we so small that we cannot acknowledge the imperfect elements of our society? Does it weaken us to admit that free speech can expose our warts as well as our greatness?
The filmmakers and the bigoted minister that enabled their trash to go viral on YouTube did so with the clear, irresponsible intent of fomenting hatred. Holding them accountable before the world ought to be seen as a sign of strength. Where is federal law enforcement now? Will they act with their former zeal to prosecute the hatemongers?
As for the radicals who hate us to compensate for their own shortcomings, they will always be there, but we do not have to make ourselves appear petty and hateful to everyone else.
Growing up as a Jew in post-World War II America, I experienced bigotry and hatred every day and lived with the constant reminder of millions of my people murdered while most of the world stood by. My Catholic friends heard their Pope constantly reviled by the same bigots. But we didn’t kill and burn every time an ignorant fool opened his mouth. Even during our worst period of racial unrest, the people who behaved badly were reacting not to words, but to rape and murder.
To the demonstrators who hate America and burn our embassies, I say, “Grow up! If you want the respect of the rest of the world, earn it.” And to the billion or more Muslims who wish to live in peace, I say, “Don’t sit by while the worst elements of your society burn and kill. In the end, they hurt you more than they hurt us.”
Linda Rondeau, a Trestle Press author runs a blog for seniors call Geezer Guys and Gals. Since I am one, I’ve started posting there. My first, “What Makes a Successful Marriage?” appeared on August 31st at http://geezerguysandgals.blogspot.com…
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Are you one of the half-million Americans who know what happened on August 26, 1965?
At 5:00 pm eastern time, with our involvement in Vietnam growing at an alarming rate, President Lyndon Johnson announced that every man eligible for the draft lottery who was unmarried at the end of that day would have a draft status of 1-A. Not coincidentally, my wife and I were married four hours later. About a quarter million other couples did the same thing.
Last Sunday was our forty-seventh anniversary, in case you were wondering.
You might ask whether that was a good reason to get married, and you wouldn’t be the only one. Some people were still asking on August 26, 2000. A lot of statistics were generated in honor of the new millennium, among which were the results of a study done by one of the major news networks. I wish I could remember which one, but then, there are a lot of things I wish I could remember.
A producer who was also married on that day convinced the network to let her put together a special report. She contacted over a thousand couples on what would have been their thirty-fifth anniversaries to find out how things had worked out. The network gave her a full hour of airtime.
There are many ways to measure success in marriage, or lack of it. The most obvious is the divorce rate, but people also look at the health and longevity of both spouses, their standard of living, how many children they have, how well they do in school, and so on. I’d be the first to admit that you can’t measure the quality of a marriage with statistics, but nonetheless, the results of the study were startling.
By every measure available, couples married on August 26, 1965 have had happier, healthier, longer marriages than other Americans, despite the fact that during the period 1975-1990, the divorce rate in the United States was higher than at any other time in our history.
There are a lot of reasons people marry. We like to think that most people marry for love, but the reality is that people also marry for money and security, because of an unintended pregnancy, or because they’re tired of being alone. Many marriages are arranged and others are simply for convenience. But conventional wisdom has always maintained that the decision to marry should never be impulsive.
How, then, can we explain why marriages triggered by an event like the President’s speech that day were so successful? There’s no doubt that the sample size was significant.
When the people presenting the results were asked, they said they didn’t really know. They talked about how difficult it is to have a successful marriage, and how important it is that couples be compatible before they embark on a life together. We tend to think of compatibility in terms of age, religion, race, income status, education level, attractiveness, and similarity of likes and dislikes.
I have my own theory. I think the success of the quarter million couples who impulsively married on August 26, 1965 demonstrates that opposition to a politically unpopular war and a desire to avoid life in a snake-infested jungle halfway around the world is as good a basis for a successful marriage as any other.
By the way, I’d have married her anyway, and I’m very glad I did.
With a stagnant economy, housing crunch, and wide unemployment, not just in America but world-wide, I wonder if we have not grown into another aura of paranoia regarding our future. Hence, the resurgent popularity of Dystopian topics.
Dystopia is derived from the Ancient Greek and means a bad place. By definition, Dystopia is the opposite of Utopia which is a derivative of the Greek word meaning place and sounds like the English homophone (eutopia) which is derived from the Greek to mean good or well. In combination then, Utopia, has come to mean a good place. Utopia is often thought of as Heaven on earth, paradise today, where the world lives in peace and no one dies of hunger. Where there is no such thing as crime. In the classic, The Time Machine, a scientist creeps into the future to see if the world can cure its ills. He stumbles upon a seeming Utopia until he realizes human beings are being raised as food for underground monsters.
According to Wikipedia, Dystopian literature has these in common: idea of a society, generally of a speculative future, characterized by negative, anti-utopian elements, varying from environmental to political and social issues.
Most Dystopian themes will characterize society as oppressive or totalitarian. While the world seems dark and unappealing to the reader, the minor characters or society sees nothing wrong with the way things are. There is generally a character or characters that is dissatisfied and wants things to change. Therein is the conflict, the character pitted against society, like Don Quixote, flailing his sword at windmills.
Other classic dystopian literature includes: Brave New World, Fahrenheit 451, and The Iron Heel. Unlike most Dystopian themes, and more like Chronicles of Narnia, America II: The Reformation offers hope for an improved society. It also reminds the reader of God’s continued interest and involvement in the affairs of His creation.
I began writing “Element 42″ thirteen years ago. In the intervening years I’ve revised it, boiled it, chopped and fried it, but I never changed the basic story, which was the one I always wanted to tell. It’s still long, but it’s lean and meaty. All the fat’s gone. It’s still enough to fill a trilogy, almost 900 pages, but Trestle Press convinced me that I should join the current trend of serialization. So instead of three novels, it’s being released as 25-30 episodic ebooks. The first one appeared on August 20, 2012.
“Element 42″ is about Earth’s first encounter with extraterrestrial intelligence. It’s about beings who think and communicate very differently from us. You’ll meet the Guardians, a highly ethical species who view themselves as Masters of the Galaxy, though they are senescent and genetically trapped in a downward spiral of racial paranoia. You’ll also meet the Luugs, who are just humanoid enough to remind us of ourselves, and who embody many human-like qualities, only exaggerated. And finally you’ll meet the lovable, introspective Kraalig-Veys who, having evolved on a planet perpetually shrouded in dense clouds and had no idea there was an entire universe up there, were forced to turn inward
“Element 42″ is also about the ultimate search for the meaning of life and the reason humans exist on Earth. Are we the prized creation of an omnipotent deity? Do we have a special destiny? Maybe.
The first volume, The Stranger, is available for Kindle, http://www.amazon.com/Element-42-Volume-Stranger-ebook/dp/B008ZUT3TG/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1345489376&sr=1-7&keywords=zendell, and Nook, http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/element-42-volume-1-the-stranger-alan-zendell/1112558789?ean=2940014886987,
My most recent encounter with a computer virus has been going on since July 26th – yes, that’s almost a month – and we’re still not finished repairing the damage. But one good thing has come out of it, which I’d like to share.
Watching McAfee and Microsoft work on my computer remotely for countless hours introduced me to ESET. It’s Microsoft’s tool of choice for cleaning a computer of viruses and other infections when only the best will do. It’s free and it’s thorough, and it runs on the internet. Just click on the link and run it.
After McAfee scanned and cleaned my computer three times, Microsoft ran ESET, and it found and removed 28 infections that McAfee missed. My Microsoft friend in India recommends that everyone run ESET at least twice a month.
One reason ESET is more effective than McAfee or Norton is that you’re most likely to be infected by a virus that has just been released before a fix has been found. The advantage of an online virus scanner like ESET is that it’s updated continuously when new infections are discovered, so there’s no delay, and no need to update a security system stored on your computer. Personally, I’m keeping my Verizon/McAfee Security System, but I will run ESET regularly to supplement it.
All the authors at Trestle Press regularly post on Giovanni Gelati’s GelatisScoop blog. This one went up on August 3rd: http://gelatisscoop.blogspot.com/2012/08/writing-truth-by-alan-zendell-do-you.html .
This writer especially. Down with the old ways. More guest posts and blog tours. Bite the bullet and use social media the way my kids do. With a little gentle urging from Trestle Press (Giovanni Gelati) I’m doing just that.
I’m also trying a new approach to getting my writing out there. Working with Trestle, I’m going to serialize Element 42, a novel I’ve been working on for several years. The truth is that in this market, it’s too long for traditional science fiction publishing, but this book means too much to me not to find a way to make it available to readers. I plan to have the first installment ready by the end of July, and we’re going to release new ones every three weeks thereafter.
So get ready to meet Steve and Brock (a benevolent alien), and the Luugs (some not so benevolent aliens). And you’ll see telepathy and telekinetics in action, not just as parlor tricks, but as powerful means of communication that are sometimes good and sometimes dangerous. Mostly, get ready to search for the meaning of life for humanity. Element 42 dares to ask some tough questions: how did we get here? Does God exist? It even proposes some answers.
After three science fiction novels and a political thriller, I’ve also decided to write something different. I know Giovanni will approve. I recently published A Boy and His Dog – An Unfinished Love Story, a short memoir about…well, the title is pretty self-explanatory. I’ve since penned the first eight chapters of a full-length memoir about traveling through life. Literally. Traveling on trains and airplanes and in automobiles, and the experiences I encountered along the way. I’m finding that my life’s been a lot more interesting than I thought. It’s definitely time to try something new.
This is getting ridiculous. Am I a magnet for the bizarre?
Two months ago I took AMTRAK from BWI (Baltimore) to New Rochelle, NY. I only needed to be there a few hours, and the idea of driving was unappealing, so I took the train. I’ve always used trains, starting with my life in the New York City subways decades ago.
My return train was to leave New Rochelle at 9:00pm, but when I arrived at the station there was an electronic sign board saying it was delayed. That’s it – no time estimate, no reason, and no station agent to talk to. I and about twenty other passengers were left standing on the platform.
Several agonizing phone calls to AMTRAK later, we learned in bits and pieces that a pedestrian had been struck and killed by our train somewhere in Massachusetts, and the State Police had shut down the entire system in New England to investigate. Long story short, my train arrived three hours late, and I got back to BWI at 3:00am. The good news was that I got to rescue a woman who was stranded there with no way to get home.
To that point, I was willing to chalk the whole thing up as an interesting experience – until last weekend, when I went back to New York to attend my niece’s engagement party. Since the party was in Manhattan, I definitely did not want to drive this time. The trip north was uneventful, the party was great, and I arrived at Penn Station in plenty of time for my 11:05pm train home, which was to arrive at BWI at 1:55am.
Everything was fine until the train stopped between Trenton and Philadelphia a little after midnight. After ten minutes of waiting, people were waking up and wondering what was going on. I told the person next to me about my previous experience, and just then the conductor announced – you guessed it – our train had run over a pedestrian who’d been sitting on the tracks (outside a bar, as we noticed, much later).
This time it was the Pennsylvania State Police who impounded the train, and we sat there until nearly 3:00am surrounded by a variety of vehicles with multi-colored flashing lights. We arrived at BWI at 4:30 to find that none of the payment machines would read anyone’s credit cards, so our cars were trapped in the parking garage until someone woke up a sleepy attendant.
Oh, there’s more good news. I rescued another woman stranded with no way to get to Annapolis.
Everyone’s telling me to stay off trains. As we all know, disasters come in threes.





