In Trump’s America, where the veneer of American idealism and tolerance has been ripped away to reveal something sickening, my childhood memories have started to morph.
The essence of competition is the expectation that added effort on the part of one party will result in that party getting a larger share of the payoff than the competitors. If he does not, it’s not competition.
Contrary to popular expectations, adding options to a particular choice leads to diminishing returns. And even in America, land of the free and home of democracy, political choices are often anything but free.
They say that “nice” guys, (kind, reliable) finish last; whereas bad guys
(selfish, aggressive) finish first. But many psych-experts will tell you –
and here’s the really big news – there’s as many good people that get
to the top as there are bad people.
So we don’t help, we forget, we let things be. We ignore the children.
I thought of Trump sitting right next to me, having absolutely no clue how extraordinary it was to witness a hummingbird diving into a flower like that.
First I urge all people and organizations involved and interested in energy and its impact on the environment and the human race to get educated. Obtain your information from a variety of sources not just the media. Use government, industry and scientific sources to read up on the subject. Next look at where you and your family use energy and products derived from petroleum in your daily life.
I’ve actually heard people saying that poppies and Remembrance Day itself on November 11th are meant to glorify war. There couldn’t be anything farther from the truth.
“If you were really committed to solving this problem your agency would readjust its operating procedures to meet my particular needs, and my inability to benefit is a sign of your lack of sincerity.” I’m calling this emotional embezzling.
Standing in the delivery room wearing a flimsy pair of rewashed latex gloves and holding a pair of surgical scissors in my hands, I became acutely aware of one of the many statistics which had been shared with us on day one. I was a medical student working in a government hospital in KwaZulu Natal, South Africa; it was 1997. The figure flashing through my mind was that 50% of the women using the delivery unit were HIV positive.