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The Governing Cancer of Our Time

We live in a big, diverse society. There are essentially two ways to maintain order and get things done in such a society — politics or some form of dictatorship. Either through compromise or brute force. Our founding fathers chose politics.

Politics is an activity in which you recognize the simultaneous existence of different groups, interests and opinions. You try to find some way to balance or reconcile or compromise those interests, or at least a majority of them. You follow a set of rules, enshrined in a constitution or in custom, to help you reach these compromises in a way everybody considers legitimate.

The downside of politics is that people never really get everything they want. It’s messy, limited and no issue is ever really settled. Politics is a muddled activity in which people have to recognize restraints and settle for less than they want. Disappointment is normal.

 

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Inspection- The Dangers of Sock Puppetry

by Ken Carman

 I will start by typing that the example I offer may not have been presented by a sock puppet at all. Maybe it was just someone with a comprehension problem who is far too easy to offend and can’t think things through. But it certainly could display the dangers of sock puppetry to any candidate: left, middle or right.
 ”Middle?” Did I type “middle?’ Isn’t that political designation as extinct as the pterosaur and the tyrannosaurus?
 To answer my own question, “Just about.” Read more

Inspection- Of Justice Beyond the Grave

by Ken Carman

 I was in Clarksville, Tennessee, at a club meeting, when I looked at the TV: Antonin Scalia Dead.
 It hit me suddenly: probably because my wife and I have been dealing with some life, possible death, issues recently. Isn’t odd how death surrounds us, enfolds us, every day? People die about as much as they’re born, but we celebrate one, sweep the other under ceremony and ritual. Unless it’s someone like Scalia. Then it often becomes a national case of over the top angst.
 I hate it. I worked long enough in cemeteries as a young man to feel most of this is phony, artificial and outright weird. A lot of what we do seems to have nothing to do with Christianity, or any other faith. Pumping up a body with formaldehyde? Really? God can walk again as Jesus, build Adam out of dust and dirt, but needs chemical help? Is he in league with big chemical, or on the board of Pfizer?
 Those who know my politics can quickly guess that I am not a Scalia fan. Even if I agreed with his stances more, his acerbic, his obvious partisan skew as a justice was exactly what we didn’t need. That’s no matter what side any Supreme is on. But he didn’t deserve this.
 I must address recent comments about his replacement. One wonders, if roles were reversed and we had a President Romney, McCain, or W. back, would they be making noise now about waiting for the next president? I think we all know the answer to that.
 It’s obvious Congress will do what they can to step in the way of any new justice, especially any not to their liking: read that as anyone who isn’t, basically, them. To be honest, even if Barack would suggrest someone like them, I think they would obstruct. This goes way back to the Caucus Room Conspiracy.
#8194;Barack owes these folks nothing, and also has a duty. Please do it as well as possible, Mr. President. I hope you choose wisely, and if there is an ounce of honesty left these pols will respect his right to choose. They don’t have to agree. They just need to cut out the panty twisting and all the demands that the president wait until they might have a president to their own liking.
 That’s not how the system works. Never has.
 I’m sure there will be pomp, circumstance, and the pols will play “nice” during that… while pundits do their usual foam at the mouth routines, some no matter what side they’re on.
 Frankly I find all this an insult to the living, and the dead. But I’ve felt that long before all this. I’ve felt it at least since they turned JFK’s assassination into a week long mourn-fest, and when my mother died.
 We don’t do death well, in my opinion. Unfortunately I doubt, if he could speak, Scalia would care about any of this: especially the hole left in the court. In my opinion his whole concept of the Constitution was as his own personal toilet paper he could use to wipe his ever abundant partisanship up with, and then to throw at everyone who dared to disagree with him. And his concept of how his death should be treated was probably about as self serving.

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Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over 40 years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks, and into the unseen cracks and crevasses, that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
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Inspection- But What About After the Silly Season is Over?

by Ken Carman

  Really?
 One won caucus, one lost primary, and some are already announcing the “death” of the Clinton “dynasty?” BTW, what “dynasty?” One president elected twice doth not a “dynasty” make.
 Really?
 All we have to do is toss the magical word “communist” at Bernie so Alan Rickman can come… Slithern… back from the grave and Bernie will be helpless?
 Sigh.
 I’m rapidly growing so damn tired of how shallow the silly season has become. Read more

Inspection- Roller Coaster

There’s a lot of personal information in here, but most of it leads to a point that I think will help others, and bring new perspective to politics, that bully boss, or fellow employee who can’t stand you… and life in general.

by Ken Carman

 Why is it we recognize certain truths only when the journey is so much closer to the end than it is to the beginning? I was so sensitive as a youth the moment things went south I just “knew” everyone thought me the fool, that something had to be seriously wrong with me and nothing I could ever do would change that.
 Poor self image feeds into itself, like cancer it can be terminal when not cared for. Depression is its own fertilizer and could be considered the only perpetual motion machine ever, if there was any actual motion, or machine.
 And there are always those all too willing to help; family members, older brothers or sisters, playground bullies.
 I should have recognized this when a kid I didn’t know picked a fight with me in elementary school and one of the members of the crowd I’d never met cheered him on with, “Kill him! I hate that kid!”
 I put my fists down and said, “This is stupid,” and just walked away. Read more

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