This is in response to KRISTOPHER S. PIERCE's article
"Acknowledge values that made us great"
last updated: August 07, 2007 03:41:38 AM
Dear Kristopher:I understand and totally agree with your statement:
"This is simply a debate concerning whether or not we will acknowledge and respect the Judeo-Christian traditions and moral values that built Western civilization and made this country great."
Here's a quick run down of some of those traditional values that made this country great:
tolerance for those that don't agree with you, don't look like you, don't speak the same language as you, etc.
freedom of thought, worship and association
government not influenced by corruption through the largess of corporations
free and fair elections without "dirty tricks" of disenfranchisement or electronic voting fraud
habeas corpus rights for prisoners under American authority
warrants being required so government cannot be dictatorial and all aspects of government
have oversight
not invading a non-threatening country unilaterally without provocation (pre-emptively!)
I couldn't agree more, a return to the traditional and high moral values not shared by our President and current administration is absolutely and positively mandatory and I hope the American people take your words to heart when they next vote.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Pranks By Boys: Glitter at the Pfannkuchen
Schultz and Cageman and I were on the way over to rescue Walleye from his parent’s house since Walleye was out of wheels. Seems he destroyed his oilpan when he took the Dodge Dart off-roading. Hit a large round rock. He sold it soon afterwards.
Walleye knew two girls, Itch and Scratch. This was in the early 1970’s, 20 years before the Simpsons! It sounded even funnier then! My remembrance of them includes stringy long hair in their faces, one was tall and the other short, and both had been heroin addicts. They met Walleye at recovery and all three of them hung around. The idea of any of the three of them naked, within miles of wherever I was, never ever crossed my mind.
Anyway, none of us lifted so much as a finger to assist Walleye as he stuffed the now dry and drained transmission case with sawdust, and jammed on the oilpan with the remaining bolts that were still straight enough to be tightened.
Itch and Scratch decided to put glitter on each other. Seemed like just the thing to me, so I asked if they’d glitter me too!
I lay down on the grass, watching Walleye under his car, and Itch gently stuck out her wet tongue on a portion of my face. Then, Scratch dribbled glitter just there. In 5 minutes they managed to paint the non-moving portions of my face with a glitter mask in red/silver and blue!
Schultz and Cageman decided to be similarly adorned, and by then, Walleye claimed to be finished.
Walleye wanted none of the glitter, Itch and Scratch both kissed him and wiped some of their glitter on him too…he didn’t mind too much.
Now that we looked like stoned freaks whom should we bum out?
We weren’t malicious. It was just that if Schultz went ANYWHERE he was certain to bum SOMEONE out! And dressed and adorned as we were, it would cause a stir wherever we went!
We piled into two cars and went about a mile to a new restaurant, “The Pfannkuchen” a place that served German Pancakes!
It was a pleasant enough place, an A-Frame building with real wooden shingles, unusual in Minnesota, but at such a steep pitch it had basically no snow load to worry about! Rather a “fall” motif going on inside, orange vinyl fabrics and brown plastic tables and brown metal chairs.
Well, besides being the only people there under 65 (it was early evening, perhaps 5:30), we also didn’t have the slight pink, blue or occasional orange tinge in our hair that would have made us fit right in...everything pretty much got silent as we waited for a table...
A slight dusting of glitter trailed us as we were shown to a large table gracing the middle of the room. Perfect. Everyone had a great view of us, and we had on large grins.
Some of the stares were harsh, many were non-committal, and a few approved of our “look”.
We were pretty quiet, a little self conscious, and didn’t want to do anything more than make our presence known, that was plenty by itself.
After 5 minutes no one even noticed us.
Walleye knew two girls, Itch and Scratch. This was in the early 1970’s, 20 years before the Simpsons! It sounded even funnier then! My remembrance of them includes stringy long hair in their faces, one was tall and the other short, and both had been heroin addicts. They met Walleye at recovery and all three of them hung around. The idea of any of the three of them naked, within miles of wherever I was, never ever crossed my mind.
Anyway, none of us lifted so much as a finger to assist Walleye as he stuffed the now dry and drained transmission case with sawdust, and jammed on the oilpan with the remaining bolts that were still straight enough to be tightened.
Itch and Scratch decided to put glitter on each other. Seemed like just the thing to me, so I asked if they’d glitter me too!
I lay down on the grass, watching Walleye under his car, and Itch gently stuck out her wet tongue on a portion of my face. Then, Scratch dribbled glitter just there. In 5 minutes they managed to paint the non-moving portions of my face with a glitter mask in red/silver and blue!
Schultz and Cageman decided to be similarly adorned, and by then, Walleye claimed to be finished.
Walleye wanted none of the glitter, Itch and Scratch both kissed him and wiped some of their glitter on him too…he didn’t mind too much.
Now that we looked like stoned freaks whom should we bum out?
We weren’t malicious. It was just that if Schultz went ANYWHERE he was certain to bum SOMEONE out! And dressed and adorned as we were, it would cause a stir wherever we went!
We piled into two cars and went about a mile to a new restaurant, “The Pfannkuchen” a place that served German Pancakes!
It was a pleasant enough place, an A-Frame building with real wooden shingles, unusual in Minnesota, but at such a steep pitch it had basically no snow load to worry about! Rather a “fall” motif going on inside, orange vinyl fabrics and brown plastic tables and brown metal chairs.
Well, besides being the only people there under 65 (it was early evening, perhaps 5:30), we also didn’t have the slight pink, blue or occasional orange tinge in our hair that would have made us fit right in...everything pretty much got silent as we waited for a table...
A slight dusting of glitter trailed us as we were shown to a large table gracing the middle of the room. Perfect. Everyone had a great view of us, and we had on large grins.
Some of the stares were harsh, many were non-committal, and a few approved of our “look”.
We were pretty quiet, a little self conscious, and didn’t want to do anything more than make our presence known, that was plenty by itself.
After 5 minutes no one even noticed us.
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