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Posted 5/10/16 at 4:27 PM | Karen Farris
It’s all about money. But promises are cheap and sadly many of the Sanders sign-waving throngs haven’t even been taxpayers all that long.
We can blame it on youthful stupidity. But what’s Sanders' excuse for believing in fiscal nonsense?
The Urban-Brookings Tax Policy Center, a nonpartisan Washington think tank, has fully analyzed the costs of Bernie Sanders' economic plans and concludes those plans would add $18 trillion to the federal deficit.
There just aren’t enough American upper middle class and rich people to tax enough for all of Bernie’s free stuff.
His free health care (run by the government, so we KNOW it will work) costs $30 trillion. But the tax policy findings indicate that the huge increase in national debt will lead to higher interest rates, causing our borrowing costs for our debt to substantially increase. And since the government needs to borrow all the money to stay afloat, there wouldn’t be money leftover for new businesses to borrow—which would “retard” economic growth. As if we haven’t had enough slow down over the last eight years. FULL POST
Posted 5/5/16 at 10:45 AM | Karen Farris
It has been said that our society cannot depend on what happens at the White House; our nation’s success depends on what happens in our house. Success at home has a lot to do with Mom.
A mom knows that the clock is unforgiving. It doesn’t make allowances for sick kids at 2 AM or for the boss expecting a report on his desk by 8:30 the same morning. That’s life.
On school days, moms can simultaneously make breakfast, pack lunches, find the youngest’s missing shoe, feed the dog, and help the oldest with the science experiment in the garage, all before backing out of the driveway with enough time to drop everyone off and get to work on time.
While driving through traffic to get home before soccer practice for one kid, and piano for the other, a mom constructs the evening meal in her head, knowing what’s in the cupboard and refrigerator. She commandeers pots and pans, feeds the crew, cleans up, and heads out with the kids for a couple more hours. Tomorrow brings different activities, same response. FULL POST
Posted 5/2/16 at 7:31 PM | Karen Farris
One teacher can make all the difference. Take time to thank them this week.
By second grade she could see that most of the kids were smarter. She envied how they could whip through their assignments—getting them back with hardly any red ink marks. And they always seemed to have the right answers when called upon.
Report cards were always the worst. She’d carry them home and then overhear her parents whispering about her. Year after year—failing enough to feel inferior but never failing bad enough to be kept behind.
Now it was a new school year. The slate was clean. No failed efforts yet. She’d been assigned to Room 5, but the teacher hadn’t been announced yet. Rumor said he’d been hired at the last minute. No one knew who he was.
As the students filed into Room 5 the teacher looked like someone’s college-aged brother. He introduced himself and said he was just beginning his teaching career. He smiled and said that he’d be learning right along with them. She smiled back. FULL POST
Posted 4/28/16 at 4:06 PM | Karen Farris
Mount Storm King in the Olympics is a quick but intense climb since it’s 1200 feet of elevation per mile. But the last 500 feet truly test your limits.
It was Christmas Day, and as a gift to myself, I wanted to hike to the top.
The Very Top.
Beyond the end-of-trail warning sign, ropes are securely (?) tied to outcroppings enabling the fearless to climb to the summit.
From there one can see the entire glacier-fed Lake Crescent and beyond to the Strait of Juan de Fuca, the watery dividing line between the United States and Canada.
A bonus on this Christmas Day climb, was fresh snow on the rugged summit. So, Tommy, my son and official Storm King guide, and I laid fresh boot tracks through a couple feet of snow. FULL POST
Posted 4/27/16 at 5:25 PM | Karen Farris
A clock, with hands rigidly aligned close to midnight, hangs on the wall in the office of the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists. This is where an elite group of scientists and Nobel Laureates meet to analyze data and then determine how close we are to global nuclear armageddon.
Currently, it’s set to three minutes to midnight—or doomsday.
In our brave new American world, rogue nations threaten key US cities—like Seattle, San Fransisco, Los Angeles, and Manhattan. North Korea recently test-fired an intercontinental missile. They boast that they can put nukes on them.
We should assume North Korea can do this.
Then there is Iran with their recent launch of two intermediate-range ballistic missiles. On the missile boosters, the Iranians wrote in Hebrew, “Israel must be wiped out.” Touché. This is a flagrant disregard for UN resolutions.
In response, America could resurrect President Reagan’s Strategic Defense Initiative. He was mocked for his forward thinking—for his Star Wars-type anti-ballistic missile systems. FULL POST
Posted 4/21/16 at 2:32 PM | Karen Farris
Besides providing an efficient means of travel in the big city, public transportation is also an effective barometer of cultural sentiment.
Especially when it’s the hottest day on record and all the seats are taken.
Sunshine in Seattle is cause to celebrate, but not when humanity is tightly packed and a rider loudly declares that we’d better get used to this because climate change is getting worse.
As my friend sat on that humid bus, she glanced at the faces huddled too close for comfort and knew she wouldn’t say anything.
Someone old enough to know how to maintain peace decided instead to share that “global warming” was a bunch of left-wing b******* and no one could prove otherwise.
Well that set off the climate change commenter. Shaking his head in disgust he called the older man an f****** idiot and agreed with Al Gore that climate change dissenters deserved to be in jail. My friend wondered if either one would exit soon. FULL POST
Posted 4/14/16 at 11:11 AM | Karen Farris
Jerry* was a quick learner at the mill. The foreman noticed and picked him for operator training. This led to advancements and a terrific salary.
About twenty years into his mill career, overseas competition undermined profits. Layoffs became routine. Money got tight. Unable to find work, Jerry became despondent.
Sitting at a bar mid-day, Jerry struck up a conversation with a man sitting nearby. Suffice it to say, he made a deal with the devil. All Jerry had to do was make a “special delivery” and he’d be able to pay his mortgage that month. Sometimes people can pinpoint the beginning of their downfall. Jerry would look back and remember his.
More deliveries followed, and soon Jerry enjoyed “all” the business perks and got just as hooked as those who desperately needed his “deliveries”. He kept his new business from his wife. A ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy is never good in marriage. FULL POST
Posted 4/11/16 at 4:27 PM | Karen Farris
April: STD Awareness Month
For years I visited middle and high schools in the rural county where I live. As a volunteer, I still had to be “state certified” to talk to students about health issues relating to sexual choices. While it wasn’t hard to get their attention talking about sex, getting them to understand the consequences was much harder.
Sexually transmitted diseases/infections happen frequently and the effects can be long lasting.
Throughout the month of April, an awareness campaign educates the sexually-active about sexually-transmitted diseases and treatment options. But leave it to the politically incorrect left-leaning liberals to make light of the epidemic levels of STDs in our nation.
With the hashtag campaign #ShoutYourStatus, STD victims can boast about their diseases on social media like it’s a badge of honor. Instead, social media should be an outlet to give pertinent information about the dangers and the pitfalls from random sex. Another truth—the more sexual partners one has the higher the odds for contracting a lifelong disease. FULL POST
Posted 4/7/16 at 1:33 PM | Karen Farris
Of course I didn’t realize it at the time. Things were too chaotic. In the long chapter titled, “mothering a young child”, time is elusive. Up hours before dawn to get some work done, then a rush to get work done during naptime.
Then it’s playtime, dinner time, story time before bedtime, and prized moments of my-time before it begins again.
For a break, we’d taken a weekend to visit my mom—which meant an interminably long drive with a squirming child.
Mom’s rustic cabin seemed timeless nestled in its wooded acres—and it was a child’s paradise with new things to see and touch. Including a beach with waves, shells, seagulls and miles of shoreline.
It was cold and wet—but that didn’t matter when the beach was waiting to be explored. Soon our pockets were laden with the rock and shell treasures our little girl found. I didn’t stop to wonder if she’d would remember this day. Would I even remember it? FULL POST
Posted 4/5/16 at 12:29 PM | Karen Farris
I’m not against raising the minimum wage, nor am I opposed to paying more for my meal to cover the additional costs of my server’s pay. But it isn’t as simple as raising wages; we need higher skilled laborers and better jobs.
Californians are celebrating the mandatory minimum wage increase to $15.00 per hour—but for the 600,000 California minimum wage workers and the millions more across the nation they better face the new economic reality: automation.
Automation is replacing low-skilled jobs at twice the rate of jobs that pay $20-40 per hour. Robots are getting smarter.
To compete, humans need to get smarter too. Those minimum wage jobs were never intended to be anything more than the ground floor of a young adult’s work experience.
We’ve been told that the culprit for our current economic woes are all the jobs we lost to China and Mexico. But bringing back those jobs doesn’t necessarily solve the problem. FULL POST