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Thursday, March 3, 2011

In the heartland where ridiculousness reigns supreme

I would like to start off by saying that if you can spell the word slobs you should promptly thank a teacher.  17 days, the hardworking educators, firefighters and policeman have been in the Wisconsin state capitol for 17 days. People from all over the the country have been flying to Madison to stand in support with their fellow unionized workers. To truly understand the magnitude of what is happening in Wisconsin you need know a few facts about collective bargaining. Firstly collective bargaining was coined in 1891 and is credited with  establishing the 40 hour work week, minimum wages, and overtime guidelines among other precedents.
Collective bargaining refers to the a process of negotiation that usually takes place between a union that represents a body of workers and a company usually represented by its governing board / share holders. Scott Walker and Chris Christie would very much like you to believe that Unions are busting into boardrooms and holding a gun to the heads of management. They would like you to think that the employees that they represent are getting too much money, too much in benefits and are single handedly ruining your retirement. Truth be told among other things is that (shock) pensions are not being funded by your taxes! That's right everyone, all those tales you've been hearing about your money going into that greedy policeman's pension is a crock! A pensions is like many other retirement set ups in that a little bit out of your pay check is automatically deducted and tucked away for retirement. 
Lets chat a little bit more about the phenom that put this collective bargaining mess in front of our faces most recently shall we? Scott Walker, Wisconsin Governor, has managed to purpose a bill that will take away collective bargaining rights in Wisconsin. Scotty boy thinks that all those teachers are over paid! What with their health insurance and barely a living wage salaries! Disgusted that they should own a home or pay their bills! Same with the police, what? Like putting their lives on the line everyday should warrant rights to a union? Hah! And those fire fighters, so what if they save kids from burning buildings, it was their decision, get over it!
To balance the  budget Scotty thinks that it makes more sense to take out bargaining rights, rather than to raise the taxes for the wealthy. That's right, the middle class workers who seem to be the only ones paying taxes are now getting their bargaining rights taken away. Because the Wisconsin majority is republican the 14 democrats have fled the state in an attempt to stall the vote. Initially this may seem immature and ridiculous but it's a tactic also utilized by Abraham Lincoln, who in 1841 jumped out the window to avoid the same fate.  Not long after the dems fled Wisconsin for what we assume to be Chicago Scotty made a boo boo.  Ian Murphy, writer for buffalobesat.com called  Scott's office impersonating billionaire David Koch of Koch industries. The call was somehow green lighted through to Scott and went on a damning 20 minutes where he outlined to fake Koch how he intends to get the runaway dems back in session. At the press conference following this call being outed even Scott's staffers had their hands over their mouths in a "oh my God what did he do?" type of way.
Not even that was enough to deter Scott or cause him to rethink his stance, since the call he has taken away the dems parking spots (which they obviously aren't utilizing right now) denied their staffers use of the copy machines,  committed extortion by withholding the dem's paychecks and is now sending bounty hunters out to kidnap them and bring them back to Wisconsin.
In reference to the ability to spell the word slobs I request you turn your attention to WI R-Sen Glenn Grothman. (Pictured to the right).
According the Grothman all the protesters are slobs who snore too loudly. He was went so far as to call his fellow interviewees during the Ed show slobs telling them that they are messy and smelly. Citing that most of the protesters are the dredges of society; students, teaching aids and unemployed people who were there to cuddle with their girlfriends. (Oh yes, he said that). I don't know about you but that is exactly where I would want to snuggle, in the state capital in winter on the cold floor. Oh yes.
What is sad is the Chris Christie of new Jersey seems to be on the same page. He wants to balance his budget on the backs of teachers and other state employees saying that they make too much money. Interesting enough the average teacher in New Jersey makes less than $60,000/ year. Also interesting is that New Jersey has more millionaires then it does teachers. Christie is reasoning it is too unthinkable to  raise taxes on millionaires that he thinks it's ok to raise taxes on the dwindling middles class but also wreck their rights to negotiate fair contracts.
It seems to me that regardless of your political affiliation this should upset you. We are all in this together and we need to work together to figure it out. No one who becomes a police officer, fire fighter, teacher go into the profession to make a million dollars, they do it because they care. We need to come together and work through this instead of pitching fits and having to flee the state. Ridiculous. We should all be ashamed of our part in this.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Yoga Practice Stream of Conscience


It seems that things are moving. maybe forward, maybe backwards or sideways... Who really knows?  Standing in tree pose contemplating my forward fold I recall, remember and contemplate all that has brought me to this place. Emotionally mind you.

I vaguely recall a crash. But the death drop that 'they' speak of eludes me. I recall newscasts heralding the end. I was temping at the financial firm on that fateful October day when the markets crashed out. Needless to say that was my first and last day working there.  No, for me it seems like someone pushed pause. One day I was studying to launch my career and the next it was done. It seems to me  like a snow storm. Sure when it begins some people may continue through their day but after awhile the streets vacate and all is quiet. All the people on the street stop what they were doing and move indoors leaving an awkward stillness.

I wont dwell on that, after all I believe that there has been enough of that. Progressing into triangle pose now. This was my new year's resolution, to nourish mind body soul. I know how that sounds by the way. I've been entirely too stressed for the last three years. Telling myself to toughen up. To suck it up and deal with it. I took my dreams and punched them in the lip, tossed them into the garage closet and numbly ignored them. I went from fearless to fearful. A regression that brought me to a place of utter confusion as I think about the four jobs that I have held this year. Four W-2s. Hah! Those liars who tell us that you find one company and grow with it for statistically 5-8 years. Hah!

I must say that one of those W-2s changed my life and another one saved it. A friend of mine said that we change when we can no longer go on as we are. She was correct. Another friend, also very wise said "Hey, want to work on this campaign with me?" YES!  Now I know what you're thinking! Your thinking not another one of those crazy kids. Trying to change everything by pitching ignorant fits and wielding witty picket signs. While a few signs were witty I don't believe this of myself but who knows maybe I am.

Regardless here I am in my Mum's living room, on the verge of the 25 without a stitch of calm in me. I haven't yet found my career. I remain in love with journalism, I've begun cheating on it with politics and look there as education enters into the mix. Its a torrid love triangle let me tell you. Torn between three loves and not sure which to choose. Ridiculous.

All this is why 2011 will be the year of adventure for me. I'm going to start a retirement plan, begin paying attention to my investments (quite an adventure). Then there is my infatuation with yoga mixed with my utter lack of balance.  I'm a little too type A and anything that will make me more zen and less flustered is a miracle in itself. Welcome to my adventure, lets hope that it proves amusing. And maybe hope that it works out too.