Saturday Free-For-All

Good morning! Have a safe fourth weekend!

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CARTOON: The Watchdog and the Attack Dog

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Life, Liberty and the PURSUIT of Happiness

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” The Declaration of Independence by Thomas Jefferson.

The pursuit of Happiness.  I always gravitate to that line.

The right is the pursuit, not happiness itself. The Government isn’t guaranteeing any of us happiness.  We are guaranteed the right to pursue it.  It’s up to me WORK to obtain happiness.

As I share a few moments with my family this weekend, I’ll remember that. I’ll plan new efforts how I can work to make my family happy. And I’ll be thankful I live in a country where I can do that work.  But I won’t look to Washington to give it to me.  It’s up to me.

Happy Birthday, America. Thank you for giving me the gift. The gift of freedom.  Let it ring.

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Friday Free-For-All

Good morning! What’s up?

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The Bottle

His breath filled and left his lungs like the crashing surf  in front of him.  Luminescent foam and seaweed tickled his toes as he sat on the edge of the Gulf of Mexico. He was pondering his life.  No answers had come so far.

The moon had given up on him hours ago and gone to bed, leaving him in the thick inky blackness of the humid Gulf Coast night.  The white sand of the beach marked the path back to his condo.  But he wasn’t taking it. He exhaled fully, feeling an ache in his ribs. And his heart.

Another breath. Another wave. Ebb and flow.

A shooting star, screaming to its fiery death, illuminated the Gulf.  The man looked up and made a wish.  “Wishing on a meteorite,” he thought, “how ridiculous.”  But that was what his life had become, “ridiculous.”

Another wave crashed at his feet. The rhythmic beat of the incoming surf calmed his nerves.  He refused to drink.  “There are better ways to get through this,” he correctly thought.  This was his medicine.

The man had lost his job.  His industry had died and left him an orphan.  He scoffed in anger — but no one out here would have heard it.  Nor would have they have cared.  Like a sandcastle built on this very beach, his career had been easily washed away.  He was frequently angry these days.

Another breath. And another wave.

THUMP! The man’s self-pity was broken by a glass bottle hitting his foot.  He looked around and grabbed the bottle.  It was old. Very old.  And had a piece of weathered paper inside of it.  The man looked around and pulled out the cork. Pop.  He fished out the paper with his right index finger.  He looked down in his bifocals to read what faded words said:

GET OFF THIS BEACH.  THIS BOTTLE DIDN’T FALL INTO YOUR HANDS BECAUSE IT WAS SITTING STILL.  LIKE WINSTON CHURCHILL SAID, “If you’re going through hell, keep going.”  CHANGE HAPPENS. YOU CAN’T SIT THERE AND MOPE ABOUT IT. YOU HAVE TO KEEP UP.

The startled man looked around, at the yellowed paper and then back at the Gulf.  A second shooting star screamed past, right near the path of the first. The man stood up, dusted off his rear, folded the paper and put it back into the bottle. He then threw it back as far into the sea as he could.  It needed to save more lives. And so did he.

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Campaign ads

We’re getting into the homestretch for political campaigns.  And that means one thing: The tide of political ads will begin to rise.  You’ll see ads in the morning. You’ll see ads at lunch.  Ads will blanket you during to dinner.  You’ll hear all kinds of reasons why the various candidates should be elected to their various offices.

You’ll hear lots of reasons why Mississippi is in trouble.  You’ll hear why the candidates’ opponents are the wrong man or woman for the job. All wrapped up in catchy phrases and perky music.

But I wonder if we’ll hear what we really want to hear?

Yes, I’m annoyed when every third car on I-55 is a state car.  I’m annoyed when I hear about SLRP (Special Legislative Retirement Program.) I get annoyed when I hear about some of the spending in the most recent omnibus bond bill.  And I’m even annoyed when I hear the state plane is getting its wings worn off of it.

But those aren’t the issues that keep me up at night.

I worry about my sons’ educations.  I know it’s the only hope they’ll have to have a better life.  I worry about what jobs they’ll be able to get in Mississippi.  I worry about what job I’ll have in Mississippi.  Will I be able to get medical care for me or my family? Will I be able to afford it.  And will my family be safe when we lie our heads down at night?

My core of philosophy is one of person responsibility.  I believe the answers to many of life’s problems lie inside of me.  So, no, I don’t expect those nice people running for people to bring me “Hope and Change.”  But I want leaders who recognize the problems Mississippi faces. I pray that even if they can’t find an immediate solution to those problems, they at least have the leadership to inspire the people to find them themselves.

I probably expect to much.  That’s way too much to fit into a 30-second  campaign ad.  But a dad can always dream.

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CARTOON: JPS’s new driver

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Thursday Free-For-All

Good morning! Have a great day.

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Driving for votes

The #1 answer I get when I ask candidates about what’s the hardest part about running for statewide office is this: The travel.  And the ones I’ve talked to are aren’t flying the friendly skies. They’re putting miles on their cars.  (And if they’re really lucky, they’ll have a driver.) From fish fry, to BBQ, to rally to fish fry.  Rinse and repeat.

Mississippi is a very big state.  A huge state.  And if you don’t believe me, drive from an event in Tunica to one in Biloxi and then to Tupelo.  Throw in Hattiesburg, Jackson, Monticello, Greenville, Oxford, Starkville and McComb in for fun and you get the kind of mileage you have to put on your car and body to get into office.  Republicans have it a little easier than Democrats; they primarily focus on DeSoto County, the Jackson area and the Coast.  But even those places are like a shotgun spread on the map.

Driving for votes isn’t easy. Democrats and Republicans alike have a long road to travel until election day.  And when the votes are counted, I know theyll be thanking the Legislature for the 1987 Highway program.

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CARTOON: The book

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