This is going to be short and, hopefully, sweet. When this is published, it will be 12 days until the election onNov. 4. You, as the voters in this election, are crucial to the process; and whether you believe it or not, each vote counts. None is wasted. While you have the right to vote, you really have the duty to inform yourself as to who is the best qualified candidate.
I believe, along with many others, that the only way for the American people to regain control of our government is to be able to exercise significantly more influence over the political process — which is solely dedicated toward maintaining the current two-party system.
In the past I have written a couple of columns on the symbolism of burning leaves, but I just wasn't prepared for the number of them I found on my lawn when I walked the dog last Sunday. Visions of the near necessity of raking, blowing and burning came to my mind while I tried to push them back, thinking, "Not yet; not now!" I proposed to my wife on the first day of autumn in 1967.
I often wonder just what in the world is going on in the world, and most vividly what is going on in my homeland, the good old USA. It has been reported that the United States has the highest corporate tax rates in the world. I would assume that is true and I would also assume that many business would find that onerous taxes must eventually be passed on to consumers or be absorbed in part by smaller dividends to investors. The federal and state tax structures and rules have evolved into a morass of documents that favor or penalize many diverse groups.
From 1958 to 1967, my family lived directly across the street from the Minnesota State Fairgrounds. My friends and I roamed freely throughout the fairgrounds almost year-round and spent countless hours there when the fair was there. My best friend and I had a booth one year selling custom car-themed shirts that he airbrushed on the spot. He was an accomplished artist and I was the counter guy. He drew the girls and I tried - unsuccessfully - to catch the castoffs. Once I left for the Air Force in 1967, I never made it back to St. Paul during fair time and I sorely missed the whole thing.
As I reflect on the most recent events in the world it has become clear to me that too many people think we can show the world how strong and sensitive we are while trying to maintain our balance on a tightrope. Instead of defining and defending our national interests and behavior on the basis of the solid foundation of right and wrong, we think we can have it all while risking nothing by feigning sensitivity.
Motivation is an often-powerful force that leads most of us to some level of accomplishment or improvement in our lives. Sometimes the motivation comes from an external source like our parents, siblings or peer group. It's usually far better when it comes from our internal desire to achieve and excel. Some of the more common motivators are fame, prestige, the adulation of others, power and money.
There is a regular writer of letters to the editor in the Brainerd Dispatch who occasionally asks the question when questioning actions of the Brainerd City Council, "Why won't they listen to us?" He then goes on to lament how the council is wasting money and doesn't seem to care whether or not the citizens support all its actions and so on. I can provide a few perspectives in answering that question. The first is to go back to the Constitution and to point out that we have a representative form of government.
The spoken word was likely the first means of communication after gestures or crude drawings, but we don't really know. While it's been said that a picture is worth a thousand words; words — whether spoken or written — are still our primary means of communication. And the way we use words can be positive or devastating. Using the right word at the right time can bolster the ego, provide comfort and solace, win someone's heart, or give a person the encouragement to achieve far more than he or she believed possible.
I’m certain many of you have seen the commercial where a man opens a small note that reads something like, “Your heart attack will happen in one hour.” I can’t...