I don’t understand the so-called immorality of fighting a war with the same intensity and conviction as those who’d wage war against us.
So many of us love and remember the Christmas story, found in the Gospel accounts of both Matthew and Luke. But this year, as I read these accounts again, one verse really caught my attention.
I went dark years ago. Going dark means a couple of different things. Some denote a lack of presence; others denote a sense of depression.
Mary Landrieu showed the true value of her Chairmanship of the Senate Committee on Energy & Natural Resources: none. She couldn’t push, pull, shove, drag, prod, cajole, entice, coax, persuade, wheedle, sweet-talk, inveigle or compel her colleagues to pass legislation allowing for the XL Pipeline project.
Years ago I addressed a popular politician conducting a Town Hall Meeting in my community. I took my son to introduce him to the type of small-town political action was famous in my New England village. We met at the Town Hall and regularly questioned, addressed and let our positions be known concerning the conduct of government. It was quaint and the subject of a Norman Rockwell painting. That image is powerful in its silent statement it’s the right of the people to have their voices heard, understood and respected by their representatives.