Though this is a mundane political year around the United States, October is still a month to focus on candidates and issues for upcoming November elections.
Our local ballot is small but filled with names that have an “R” or a “D” behind them.
The “D” once stood for a Democratic Party which championed democracy, the working class, and personal responsibility (remember JFK).
Not in 2021. Here’s what the “D” now stands for behind a candidate’s name.
This weekend I’m helping to coordinate the South Kitsap Class of 1971 Golden Reunion in Port Orchard, Washington. One hundred and thirty-five classmates and friends will enjoy a touching and hilarious program at the main event which ends with us singing our school Alma Mater. The final slide will say “We Love you” and the concluding song is James Taylor’s “You Got a Friend.”
It’s normal to love your family, school, classmates, nation and beyond–if you’re a caring human being. But across the water in Sammamish, Washington, love of nation is being viewed as offensive.
That’s just plainly demonic.
There’s nothing wrong about loving your country.
Because yesterday was Labor Day in the United States, I want to share some thoughts on the blessings of work.
No, that’s not a misnomer. Work is a blessing.
The modern construct of labor had its origins in the labor union movement of the 19th century, specifically the eight-hour day focus, which advocated eight hours for work, eight hours of free time, and eight hours for rest.
All three are important, but work is being given a bad rap these days.
Do you whistle while you work? Here’s my take on the blessings of labor.