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Some Thoughts for Today: McCain, Big Oil, Demonstrations & the Stock Market

Party Unity the Word for Democrats Today

I saw part of a speech given by Barack Obama from New Hampshire today, with Hillary Clinton standing there lending moral support. It was the usual outstanding speechifying from the electrifying Obama, and Hillary did her pant suited best to look enthusiastic. (It is said that Bill could only manage a written “endorsement” of the party nominee, but I saw a picture of the two of them, together, looking cozy, somewhere.)

Now begins the character assassination and the jockeying for power and all the rest of it.

I was called to attend a “meeting of interest” to be held at someone’s office. When I asked what the “order of business” was to be, the person calling me (who had been quite insistent that I call her back, even though I had to call long distance, at the time) said that she was trying to organize a “demonstration” that would highlight John McCain’s ties to Big Oil. This would involve being out in the streets with placards, as I understood it.

I don’t go out in the street with placards until I know the entire fact(s) of a situation. I have protested in the streets at least three times, but I need to know the facts of what I am protesting and be pretty honked off about it before I carry paper and wood into battle. I had just done a big piece on the Second Coming of John McCain, for www.jollyjo.com. Admittedly, I was not looking for ties to Big Oil, but, to me, far more dangerous for us are McCain’s ties to war and warlike behavior.

Anyone who had the childhood nickname “McNasty” because he loved to pick fights, who once had a fight on the Senate floor with Strom Thurmond (of all people), whose great ancestors fought on the Confederate side during the Civil War (from Mississippi) and whose grandfather and father commanded the Pacific fleets during two different wars (WWII and Vietnam) has far bigger things to protest there than whether he took money from Big Oil. It is my guess that EVERY BODY took some money from Big Oil.

After careful consideration, I did not attend said meeting, I’m in the Quad Cities about half of the time, and I don’t want to spend it carrying a sign that may (or may not) be true around in the street, protesting something that may (or may not) be true.

When “W” was getting ready to launch all-out war against Iraq and everybody thought that was a hunky-dory idea, THEN I protested. When we needed to get out of Vietnam (1965) THEN I protested (on 2 college campuses). Is it necessary for me to carry a sign linking John McCain to Big Oil on a busy street at this time in history? Methinks not. I will do far better writing about it…if it is true…on this blog, which I promise you will happen, sooner or later.

The stock market plunged a great deal today. It recouped slightly by the end of the day, but it is scary to think of all the controls that have been lifted that would (possibly) prevent another “crash” of the stock market, such as occurred during my father and mother’s lifetime. My father (a banker) predicted a Depression would occur for years and, Dad, if you’re looking down from heaven, you may just be right. If this isn’t a full-out Depression, it sure is beginning to feel like something close.

No Man Is An Island



(With Apologies to John Donne….)

by Connie Corcoran Wilson, M.S.

No country is an island, entire of itself; every country is a piece of the continent, a part of the planet. If a country be totally destroyed by smart bombs, that continent is the less, as well as if a World Trade Center were hit, as well as if a dwelling of thy friends or of thine own were struck; the futile deaths of our servicemen diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind and their deaths were unnecessary in light of the true country of origin of the WTC attacks.

Therefore, world, never send to know on whom the smart bombs fall; Bush willing, they may next fall on thee…..

Copyright 2004 by Connie Corcoran Wilson.  You may reproduce this poem, as long as no part of it is changed and proper attribution is made. Check out Connie’s book of poetry and humor at www.ConnieCorcoranWilson.com. Thank you.

Fifty Ways to Leave Iraq, Now!

(Sung to the tune of “Fifty Ways to Leave Your Lover”)

by Connie Wilson

The situation’s not as bad as that, they said to us…

The answer’s easy if you only learn to trust…

We’d like to help them in their struggle to be free,

And then it’s: 50 ways to leave Iraq, now.

 Give Iraquis back their land, now.

That said, it’s really not our habit to intrude…

I hope our meaning won’t be lost or misconstrued…

So let’s repeat this phrase, at risk of being rude:

There must be: 50 ways to leave Iraq, now.


We’ll never be welcome; it’s a problem that’s large, boys!

It surely looms large, boys, in the quest to be free.

 They said, “It grieves me so to see your country in such pain…

We wish there were things to do to make things seem more sane.

Then, would you please explain, boys, about..

The 50 ways to leave Iraq, now.

Bush said, “Why don’t we both just go and sleep on this tonight?

And I believe that some time soon they’ll see the light.”

 And then a bomb exploded, obscuring our plain sight,

 Of the 50 ways to leave Iraq, now.

(Chorus repeats)

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