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Lusting for celebrity

Talk about corrosive. How many good intentions are derailed by the lust for celebrity, a chance to be in the limelight?
I’m reminded that my mother, whose presence in my life lasted 64 years, held it against her mother that she had friends whose social status was less. It was something I simply did not understand. Her claim to have sought out important friends didn’t compute for the simple reason that, in the long run, she had none.
‘Tis not a complaint, but in the last years of her life, new acquaintances were confused by her reference to me as her “nurse.” A disappointment as a daughter, I was transformed into a status symbol.
Status seems to be associated with the brain stem. After languishing for some time in a semi-comatose state, four days before her eventual death, my mother seemingly roused herself to address me and the spouse at her bedside, as if she were dismissing us from her employ. She thanked us for our service and then sank back into unconsciousness, albeit not necessarily silence. Indeed, she voiced incomprehensible babble for hours at a time, which also suggests that speech emanates primarily from the brain stem, rather than the cognitive centers. Perhaps it is the brain stem which reprograms itself while we sleep. That would explain why individuals whose cognitive centers are severed have no awareness of dreaming.

Pedestrians are a menace.

On the threat to arrest jaywalkers videos, several of which are on the web, I just want to note that’s the result of poor training. Somehow, police have gotten the idea that because they have to follow orders, they are entitled to order civilians around. Their superiors have failed to impress on them that they are public servants and that their demeanor should express respect for the public they serve.
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Wherefore the assaults on bicyclists and pedestrians?

An hypothesis:

Car culture is an adjunct of the culture of obedience. The people of the U.S. have bought into the notion that being confined in a cage with wheels is freedom. Some resent being shown that other means of locomotion (feet, bicycle, skate board) are possible. Laws that make walking along a highway or across a street or using a skateboard outside a segregated venue illegal serve to reinforce that people with cars are special.
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How to explain the Congressional death march.

The writing is on the wall. In 2016, the House lost 9 more Republican seats and the Senate saw female presence increase to 20 seats. Seniority, upon which power has traditionally rested, is on the way out. So, this is their last chance to make mischief and express their displeasure with an electorate that sent a numbskull to the White House.
“Après moi le déluge” is not necessarily an expression of disinterest. Rather, it is just as likely a matter of intent. “As I depart, I’ll leave a mess behind.” That’s probably what the Unjust Steward in the biblical parable, anticipating revenge, said to himself.

Somebody does not like trees.

The deforestation of about 500 acres infused $331,000 into the Airport accounts to subsidize a losing proposition. That’s over and above the 41% of the annual budget that the Airport Commission derives from leasing land, rather than transport operations. A similar subsidy to ground transportation would move many more people around and relieve congestion.

Car culture is denuding and strangling Glynn County. More on that later.

Hurricane follow up

The other day, we participated in a reciew session, sponsored by the UGA seagrant program, to assess the community’s preparations and response to Hurricane Matthew. Our puddy was the only male person willing to participate in the exercise. For that matter, we had to sort of invite ourselves because the incitation to participate was issued to Brunswick residents and we, of course, are residents of St. Simons Island and our newesr properties aren’t in the city either.
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Where Car Culture Comes to Die

Let’s hope!
Some people get agitated about “paving paradise,” but the promoters of industry see this sea of vehicles in the Marshes of Glynn as the salvation of a county, 40% of whose children live below the poverty level. The cars come in and the cars go out, just like the ocean’s waves and, we are told, deposit wealth on our shores. More likely, if we’re lucky, dead cars don’t shed as many toxins as the ones that clog our highways and commercial sites.