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A Multi-tasking World to Love and Distrust

Lori Aratani, over at the Washington Post has written an interesting piece titled Teens Can Multitask, But What Are Costs? I suspect the cost is not only to teens. With exploding responsibilities, who doesn’t feel like they have way too much on their plate?

Losing Our Edge on Our Own Home Turf

John McQuaid makes the case in an editorial, The Can’t-Do Nation, that America is losing its knack for getting big things done. It’s an interesting premise.

Catch-22 Over at Gonzalesville

Monica Goodling was the conduit between Karl Rove and what remained of the Justice Department under the tutelage of Attorney General Alberto Gonzales. Director of Public Affairs for the United States Department of Justice is the title, White House liaison is the job, which encompasses a wider ripple than Rove (if wider ripples exist).

As We (Too Many of Us) Get Poorer

As we get poorer, the best we seem able to do is take a spiritual attitude toward the increasing numbers of Americans living at or near the poverty level. Religion has always espoused the argument that the disadvantaged should be meek, that their reward lies in the hereafter. That’s an argument of the privileged, of course and you don’t see the poor in the front pew at any church I ever attended.

The Great American Don Imus Fraud

A so-called ‘shock jock’ in the traditions of Redd Foxx and Lenny Bruce, although Don Imus has been at it for so long as to virtually define the genre.

Educating the Destruction of American Business

Customers no longer are crucial to the American commercial contract. That’s more than proven by automated telephone systems, impossibly repeating how important you are as a customer as you are simultaneously left on hold, captive to unending message tapes of the additional services available while this particular one is withheld.

Clearing Off My Desk

This is an experiment and of course, it’s not really clearing a desk but a computer-file; all the stuff that was immediate not so immediately ago. It's gotta be dealt with, shuttled off to long-term or ignored. We’ll see.

If it works, the title may appear from time to time.

Just Let Me Die at the Country Club

Sholnn Freeman (no relation) over at the Washington Post, recently reported Detroit’s collective decision in the automobile business to just throw in the towel.

My First Car Was a Chrysler

I bought my first car in 1953—a six year-old Chrysler Windsor convertible and it was a beauty. Not red, which might have been my boyhood fancy, but deep, midnight blue and I drove it through my last two years of high-school and then to Michigan State.

A Pretty Hollow Complaint, Doctor

The AMA and their current president can lament until the cows come home, but they haven’t done a damned thing to provide medical care to the poor before it becomes a matter of emergency rooms. By then, the acute has become chronic. I doubt that anyone even vaguely connected with the self-righteous AMA has ever sat up with a seriously sick child and had no place to go.