Forgive me for boring anyone and bragging about my family, again. What can I really say about my "first teachers" when I truly appreciate their hard work in raising 5 children? The lessons that we learned at home have made us a caring, confident, and cogent coterie.
This is not to say that we haven't had any peccant moments. Don't we all?
In light of the current political climate in the government of our Republic, you may understand my distress about the lack of civility and honesty. Both Democrats and Republicans have neglected to serve the interests of the people. What's wrong with these politicians?
The first 100 days of this new Democratic Majority in Congress have sparked a glimmer of hope. Though the Republican Party continues to spin and obfuscate the truth, they are not totally beyond redemption. Will truth prevail?
I hate "talking points"!! The obsessive repetition of them irks me to no end. Whatever happened to truthful and honest debate? Are Democrats and Republicans incapable and/or afraid of defending their positions on the issues? Is this a failing of their respective educational experiences? Or, are they all forced to toe the party line in fear of not being given support for reelection and not being given a share of the pork barrel spending?
Buying loyalty or blindly giving loyalty is reprehensible. Taking home some bacon bits to one's constituents is not enough. Recently my congressional representative, Candice Miller of Michigan's 10th District, donned a UPS uniform and toured our district announcing and taking credit for the monies given to local entities by the 109th Republican controlled Congress. Her loyalty to the Shrub and her lockstep support of the Republican Agenda "earned" her those prizes.
Candy's brown shirted delivery truck tour was a disgusting display of politicizing needed support for projects in our district. Her arrogance and insincerity were outrageous. Pitiful, just pit-tee-full.
Anyway, my parents taught me honesty. They insisted upon polite and respectful discourse. My dad once scolded me for referring to one of his friends by his first name. "That's Mr. Johnson! When you speak with him you will call him Mr. Johnson!"
Sometimes it seems that I am overly polite, but I am not. For example, in a restaurant I thank the wait staff for bringing me my meal, refilling my water, asking me if I need anything more, suggesting dessert, and presenting the check. My dad wouldn't have it any other way.
At Ted's Coney Island, one of Dad's favorite stops, Dad would say, "I thank you." (emphasis and upward inflection on the YOU) He would also ask the waitresses if they needed a pen. Dad's quirky purchase and distribution of pens (with his name and address) made him happy. The waitresses just loved him, too.
While in high school I never joined a debate club. My experiences in civics and history classes did equip me with the ability to understand and "argue" both sides of an issue. We were taught to express and defend our points of view without political rhetoric and the shameful repetition of bullshit. We learned civility.
Whatever happened to civility?
|1.||formal or perfunctory politeness [ant: incivility]|
|2.||the act of showing regard for others [syn: politeness]|
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