Does President Obama have love for America?

Former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani made a statement the other day that caused a real storm — not just in media, but in general. He said Mr. Obama, our president, has no love for America, not the kind of love he and most Americans feel for this country.

That got me to thinking about love for America. I do love this country, as did my father and his brothers and sisters, and there was a bunch of them all born here, offspring of Eastern European immigrants. My grandparents got up and left their country because it was awful there.

America afforded great opportunity, better than anything they could ever hope for in the old country; and that’s how they referred to the European world — the old country. America was new, and they could do better — anything was better than the world of royalty and fixed classes. They all grew up on farms and were the poorest of the poor.

The poor are the majority of America’s immigrants. That’s who comes here: the people with hope, grit and a desire for something better for their families — the dream of America. The immigrants’ children fought and died for this country — their country — and came home from war ready to pursue their families’ right to happiness.

And they did. They loved this country for all its faults and favors; they became the backbone of the country’s the work force. They came here in desperate hope and did well.

They fell in love with this country, their country. I believe our president is ashamed of America and is always apologizing for the country he claims. He may lead us but I don’t think he loves us. Why is that, I wonder?

A point to ponder.

Titanic government, and all that phrase implies

“Titanic hypocrisy” a really big form of hypocrisy. When I read this the other day I thought, What a great written statement, obviously made by a master wordsmith! The usage gives meaning and almost a tactile image — you can see this really big hypocrisy, it’s huge, right? Right! The context was how former Gov. John Rowland was denigrating the busway from New Britain to Hartford on his former radio show when it was his administration’s idea, his plan, and there he was calling it very, very bad. True hypocrisy.

I suppose it was, but giving select members of this administration a raise, a substantial raise, and announcing it during the Christmas holiday was pretty cute. Since I am not a trained word merchant, maybe cute is not the right word — how about Titanic duplicity? During one of the worst economies in this state’s history, an administration still is rewarding the party loyal. The rewarding is not a surprise, but the flaunting of the rewarding is. It boggles the mind.
Telling regulatory commissioners if they don’t like the fact that they as a body are being neutered and not really regulating any longer, if they don’t like it, they can quit. That also is a Titanic sign of, um, let’s say Titanic malfunction — that works for me.

Take a look at a Transportation Department reinventing the definition of “eminent domain.” Long-term contracts are renegotiated, because the state wants to break deals and get more. Titanic malfunction — that works again. Bus contracts to and from New Britain were challenged. Really?

Our elected government officials and their appointed commissioners have disconnected with the voting citizen; that is a Titanic, almost criminal, shame. Now there’s a word that is hardly ever seen in print: shame, Titanic shame.
A point to ponder.

Do we laugh … at ourselves … like we used to?

When was the last time you laughed at yourself? There used to be a whole host of stand-up comedians who would make fun of their families and friends and social groups. We had radio shows that highlighted and poked fun at different ethnic groups.

Take “The Molly Goldberg Show.” I still remember the day her family was trying to make their first television work. They had trouble with connecting the antenna. We all laughed; we were having the same trouble (this was in 1949).
“Life with Luigi” was about an Italian immigrant trying to become an American citizen, just after the second World War. Italy was a member of the Axis and our enemy. J. Carrol Nash was the man of many faces in Hollywood. He made Luigi funny and lovable.

We as a nation laughed at his problems assimilating to American life and cheered him on with his quest for citizenship.

“Amos and Andy” was about black folk. Most people today would say it was racist and cast a stereotypical view of blacks. We, as the audience, just heard people getting themselves into uncomfortable places and routed for them to fix it. We empathized with Amos and Andy, and laughed as well.

“Fibber Magee and Molly” — Irish people who stuffed things in their closet to straighten up the house quickly. I’ve done that. We laughed. “Our Miss Brooks” (played by Eve Arden, one of Hollywood’s very talented actresses) — we saw some of the problems teachers had in the classroom plus her efforts to get Mr. Boynton to marry her. It was funny; she was a member of everyone’s family.

Most of Americans were so happy to have gotten through the war and the Depression that they needed laughter; it was a medicine for the people, and it helped heal their wounds.

Chris Rock, a very talented and perceptive black stand-up comedian, stopped doing college shows — students don’t laugh at ethnic or lifestyle jokes. They see no humor in life’s lessons. Making fun of people is not correct these days.

Getting sucked into the new computer world

My wife asked me around Christmas time if I would like a tablet for my Christmas present, and I said, “No I didn’t think so, I was a high tech as I wanted to be.”
We see our kids come in, and they start and end their day on their iPhone, which is connected to their cell phone as well as their computer. The tablet allows you connect to all of these applications by wifi (no wires); it’s small, convenient and “server friendly” — whatever that is. You don’t need a mouse; it’s a touch screen, and it’s fast.

So I thought this would be a great replacement for my datebook and calendar log. I’m tired of lugging this big book around, and I really did not like carrying my laptop with me. I had tried that and just got tired of it — the laptop was too heavy, too cumbersome and just not now.

I was with someone who had a tablet, and was impressed with the convenience of it and felt it would make my world easier, so I bought an Apple mini iPad and got sucked into the now computer world. This technology is startling and really plugged in; it cooperates with social media and uses Apple’s other application iPhone and the music app and something called iCloud. The reason this device is so small is it doesn’t have a lot of memory — that’s where the iCloud comes in — everything you do with the tablet is stored there. The service is free — for now — and we are told safe as can be.

I have a feeling we are being set up, not sure for what but my whole internal system is very uneasy. But I really like the speed and convenience of the little screen. My files are stored in a cloud, and I have a feeling big brother has just turned the corner and is now in my life.

A point to ponder.