Northern Iowa Chronicles: The Heartland in Winter

Babs and I will be going to Iowa in about a week to visit her family. It's December and there are 10 inches of snow on the ground in North Central Iowa. It's cold. It's white. It's flat. The Heartland in Winter.

Over the last 24 years, Babs and I have spent a lot of December time in Northern Iowa. There is Christmas and there is her father's birthday. The trouble with Christmas in Northern Iowa is that the locale is about 2 hours drive directly south of Minneapolis, about 10 minutes drive from the Minnesota border, about 20 minutes drive to the home of Spam. That means you're seriously in the Northland there and it snows a lot in late December.

Babs and I moved to Chicago in late 1985 and shortly thereafter began making holiday excursions to the Heartland in Winter. On more than one occasion it snowed so much after we got there that we had to spend some extra days until the snow plows could make the roads passable. One year we decided to avoid the snowed in experience on the roads by flying into Rochester, Minnesota about 45 minutes away from the Heartland in Winter. Rochester, Minnesota motto: "We're not just about the Mayo Clinic. Honest we aren't."

Anyway, Rochester, Minnesota (Mayoville) has an airport with one runway long enough to serve big jets. As per usual it snowed massive amounts while we were visiting the relatives and guess what? That one runway gets shut down, and we were snowed in for a couple of extra days. Two days later we called the airport and they said they thought they would have the runway in good enough shape to fly out later that day. We all hopped in the car and headed down the Interstate, saying our good-byes and readying ourselves for the trip home. Got to the airport and they still hadn't gotten the runway cleared quite yet. Hung around and hung around, and finally American Airlines put everyone on a bus and drove us to Minneapolis where there were bunches of cleared runways and flights to Chicago.

Going to the Heartland in Winter. Gonna get snowed in. Get used to it. Doesn't matter how you arrive. Nevertheless, the Heartland in Winter can be fun. My father-in-law is currently 92 and he has birthdays in December, some of which are memorable. On his 80th birthday we made the excursion in early December, using that trip as an excuse to go somewhere exotic on vacation at Christmas.

For the 80th birthday we got the entire family together and headed off to Rochester, Minnesota (We're not just about the Mayo Clinic. Honest we aren't.) to a restaurant that has autographed photos of lots of famous people on the walls. Apparently, the rich and famous have to have some place to eat when they come to Mayo City. Anyway, we had a lovely lunch and afterwards we were thinking of a celebratory cocktail.

The father-in-law got to thinking and he summoned the waitress over. "You know we used to have these drinks and I'm not quite sure what went in them, but they had whipped cream and a filbert on the top." At this point he added, "We just always called them Angel Tits. They were good. Do you think anyone here knows how to make those?"

The waitress smiled and said, "I'll check." She came back and said, "The bartender knows how to do it. We can fix you up."

Father-in-law grinned from ear to ear and with a grand gesture encompassing the table full of relatives said "Angel tits all around." Turns out they were basically a variation on Kahlua and Cream. The mound of white whipped cream with a filbert strategically placed gave the drink its name. Nevertheless, there were Angel Tits all around and they were enjoyed by one and all.

It strikes me that this is a fitting way to celebrate the Heartland in Winter, or a great many other places for that matter. That is such a nice sentiment to wish for everyone you know, to let them know you have warm, fuzzy feelings for them and you'd like to share them in hopes that they warm, fuzzy you right back. Forget "Merry Christmas." Forget "Happy Holidays." For me the appropriate seasonal greeting is "Angel Tits all around."

Happy Birthday to Views

As Walt Kelly's Pogo once said, "Looks like Friday the 13th comes on a Sunday this month." It is the 13th of December and today is a special occasion for me. No it's not because I took Babs to a George Clooney movie. That may be special in its own way, but today is special because Views From the 14th Floor is one year old today.

In the past year I have written about my literal views from the 14th floor overlooking Lake Michigan and I have written about my views on life, education, living in Streeterville, politics, and I have at times just had fun with this, such as the post on "The Hat With Flaps Factor," and conversations with the "Reverend R.D. of the Church of There Ain't No God, but There Sure As Hell Is Morality."

I have met some new friends through this medium, who for whatever reason seem to appreciate my writing. I have managed to ruffle some feathers, and in some cases alienate some longtime friends with views that upset them a little. In some cases there were things I said that maybe were better left unsaid. In other cases Babs checked out a rant I'd written and told me maybe I better not say that online. I listened and wrote about other things on those days.

At any rate, Views From the 14th Floor is what it is. Sometimes I'm serious. Sometimes I'm not. Sometimes I write when I really have nothing to say, but I do it anyway. It has provided a structure to my life and has been helpful in my quest to become an everyday writer, someone who could possibly finish a novel. To those of you who may have been offended by something I said, "Sorry about that." To those of you who have disagreed with my views, "Sorry about that." To those of you who seem to like my writing and my views, unequivocally, "Sorry about that." Oops. I mean thank you for any adulation and appreciation.

Anyway, so much for the maudlin 1 year anniversary stuff. I have a story I'd like to pass along. A couple of days ago I was in the grocery store on the aisle with all the sandwich bags and freezer bags, etc. As I proceeded down the aisle I encountered a little old lady in a full length fur coat, desperately trying to grab some large freezer bags from the top shelf. She couldn't reach them. She was too short. Channeling my inner Boy Scout, I stopped my grocery cart and asked, "Do you need some help?"

The little lady, who had an expensive dye job on her hair to keep it from being gray, and who could've had a face lift perhaps, to keep her from looking her age, said, "Thank you." I asked her how many she wanted, and she said, "Five." Don't know exactly what she wanted with five boxes of gigantic freezer bags, but who am I to question the elderly in their fur coats? I gave her the freezer bags and by way of making some small talk, jokingly added, "It's a sad state of affairs when I'm the tall one." (I like to say that I'm 5' 8 1/2" or 5' 9" on a tall hair day. Sadly, at age 59, tall hair days are few and far between.)

At this point the little lady looked a bit puzzled and said, "What's that? You're Italian?" I chuckled to myself and corrected her. "No. I said it's a sad state of affairs when I'm the tall one." She nodded sagely and told me "I used to be taller." Then she went on her way down the aisle, hopefully searching for items on lower shelves. Even if she had shrunk a little in her age, this woman could not have possibly been more than 5 feet tall on a tall hair day when she was in her twenties.

It's funny. This was a woman who obviously was fighting tooth and nail against aging. She dyes her hair. She works very hard on keeping her face from showing signs of aging. She dresses to the nines in her furs and designer clothes even when she goes to the grocery store. Yet she cannot get a hearing aid, because that is a sign of age, or at least she thinks it is. I, the guy who gets the freezer bags from the top shelf for her, I wear a hearing aid. Better to hear the world around you than not. When you do not, that is a sure sign of age to the rest of the world.

We all fight against aging in one way or another. We all age anyway. You don't have to embrace it when you're 45 years old and never do anything challenging or interesting again. You don't have to stop growing and changing as a person because you reach a certain age. It's amazing the things we can do and continue to do at ages when we thought our grandparents were older than dirt. The physical vanities suffer, however, no matter how we fight against them. The hair changes color. In some cases, it falls out. The face develops lines that tell a story of your experience. Keeping the body in shape becomes more difficult over time. The inner life becomes richer. The life experience of the years makes you a more interesting person.

It's specifically those life experiences I draw upon in my "Views." I enjoy being here. I hope you do too. So here's wishing "Views" a happy first birthday, and many more.

Appropriate or Inappropriate Education For All? What Do You Think?

At the risk of alienating any number of Special Education teachers out there, I feel it necessary to comment on a situation that is prevalent in the public schools today. Special education was started by caring individuals with only the very best of intentions. The idea was to provide an appropriate education to any student who had some disability that negated their ability to function in the regular classroom on the same playing field with those students who needed no special considerations.

At one time, special education meant small classes of special needs students who worked with them in books and materials that reflected the actual ability levels of the students. Often the work was specially tailored to give them real life training that was applicable to skills needed in getting a job. Then some parents became irate that their children were being excluded from regular classrooms and went to court.

What happened was that it became nearly criminal to keep any student of any ability level or with any sort of disability from the regular classroom. Schools of education began preaching the doctrine of total inclusion, meaning every student of every ability in every classroom. The idea came to pass that every student could succeed in a college preparatory program with appropriate accommodations and an individual education plan. Does anyone detect fallacious logic at this point?

Special education has become a dumping ground for students who at one time were called "dumb." Oops! Very politically incorrect there. Too bad. Many of these kids are kids who have difficulty reading past a 3rd grade level, can't do math beyond simple arithmetic (You want them to do algebra and geometry? Forget it.), and often can't find their rears with both hands. These are kids who need training for a vocation and often need some type of counseling, not attempts at preparing them for a college they will never attend. You are setting these kids up for failure.

What often happens is that these kids get frustrated trying to do work that they are patently unable to do and they resort to acting out in class, wandering in the halls, becoming habitually truant, and any number of other coping mechanisms that get them out of actually trying to do the work. Being placed in a regular classroom, they create such scenes and disruptions that they get in the way of the education of those students who are able to do the work at an appropriate level. Special education teachers often cater to these students, babying them, cajoling them, making excuses for them, and doing whatever necessary to justify passing them along without the requisite skills or knowledge.

They create unhealthy dependencies that do nothing to prepare special education students for success in later life. Yesterday a special education student wandered into my classroom 15 minutes late for class (Nonchalantly.). I repeated the instructions that I had given the other students 10 minutes before. I gave him a photo-copied sheet with the day's assignment on it. I told him to be seated and get a textbook out. The young man sat down and said to me in an inquiring tone, "Mr. Ray, most teachers give you something to write on when you get a sheet like this." I said, "Excuse me? You want me to give you the paper to write on?" He, quite genuinely insisted that I should provide him with the paper to write on in addition to the textbook and the guided reading prompts.

A great many of these students become so dependent on their teachers that they expect teachers to provide them with paper and pencils and to sit with them while coaxing them through every last step of the work. Often they think they can't be expected to remember to bring any necessary tools with them, so they make teachers keep their notebooks in the room for them and expect the teacher to remind them of its presence in the room every day when they arrive. A great many get to the point that they expect teachers to point out any correct answers in a textbook and if possible just give them the answer, negating any responsibility on their own part to work. Yet they are routinely passed along.

Teachers, such as myself who actually demand some effort of these students are met with incredulity, anger, and swearing from students who are accustomed to being passed along no matter what, because they are special needs students. We are met with reprimands and disgust from supervising administrators, for failure to meet the needs of every student, no matter how ridiculously insane the expected task. Many just give in and pass every special ecucation student, no matter what. It deflects the heat from oneself.

So how are these kids being prepared for any reasonable life after school? Answer: They're not. They are being set up for failure and a life of dependency and poverty. The system needs to be corrected. We cannot continue to pretend that there is a cookie cutter education that works for every child. Not every student has the same ability, needs, or desires in life. Not every student needs to be prepared for college. Every student deserves an appropriate education. That means very different things from student to student.

Immigrant Stories

This past Saturday I was reading in the Chicago Sun-Times about a young man who is facing deportation. Apparently his parents entered the USA illegally when he was 6 years old and he has been here ever since. Now INS wants to deport him when he is a straight A student at UIC.

The sad thing about many illegal immigrants is that they are working their butts off trying to achieve the American dream. They often work for sub-standard wages, without any benefits, and constantly in fear that they will be discovered. Yet they are working, not milking the system, as a great many anti-immigrant activists would have you believe. They just want a better life than they had wherever they came from. They want a better life for their children.

If their children are born in the U.S. those children are automatically U.S. citizens. If they are born in another country, they are illegal, as are their parents. In cases such as this one, the young man has been in the U.S. so long he really knows nothing about the place of his birth. In this case that is Mexico. A college student who has lived in Chicago since he was 6 years old naturally comes to feel like Chicago and the USA is home. To send this young man to Mexico would be to exile a legitimate American to a foreign land with a foreign way of life. He has done everything right and by the book. He excels when so many native American students do not. He is an asset to the U.S. So why the hell is he being kicked out?

Where I work at the Outpost in Back of the Yards, there are a great many students whose parents brought them to Chicago illegally. INS has to know this. They are everywhere. The illegals form a shadow economy of low paid workers who keep the city, and other cities as well, chugging along. The children are, well, just children, like any other children. Some struggle in school. Some are motivated and do exceptionally well. I know of at least one such student who managed to make it to graduation as the valedictorian of her class. Scored a 3 on an AP exam. Yet her college hopes were seriously damaged by her illegal status. Being illegal, she could not get the typical loans or grants available to other low income students. She talked of going to Mexico City to a university, but was daunted by the fact that she had lived in Chicago so long that she felt like a foreigner in Mexico. She also talked about just getting a job and maybe going to a City College part-time, a 2 year college.

What appears to be happening, to me, is that the government is looking the other way as long as the parents continue to work for poverty wages and keep American businesses chugging along, but the kids are set adrift. For God's sake, we allow the best and brightest of nations from all over the world to come to the U.S. and attend universities, as long as they have wealthy and powerful parents. Why can we not lift up the best and the brightest from among us when they are living down the street, and deserve a break? Are we such a racist, xenophobic nation that we cannot stand to see a few Latino students prove they are the equal of any native born American, or the rich kids from abroad? It is time we took a long, hard look at our immigration policies. It is time we showed some compassion for those who have not a choice about where they were born or where they moved to, or how they got there.

In other immigration news, Tai Shen, the panda born at the National Zoo in Washington D.C. is also being deported. It seems that Tai Shen's parents, Tian Tian and Mei Xiang were merely loaned to the U.S. with a specific agreement that any offspring of the pair would have to be returned to China. Tai Shen is 2 years old and has never known any other world but the U.S. National Zoo. Doesn't know a word of Mandarin. Speaks fluent bamboo, though. Nevertheless, can this be fair, a child of the Western world being torn from his roots, and sent to live as a stranger in a strange land? Just one more immigration injustice boys and girls. Oh, and I will get to that story I promised, eventually, the one about "Angel tits all around." Just give me the appropriate moment. Meantime, I think I'll look out the window for a while. There's a trifecta of precipitation out there tonight, snow, sleet, and rain all mixed together.

Northern Iowa Chronicles: Of Badgers and Dogs

The temperatures in Streeterville have been hovering in the high 20's and low 30's for the past few days. That means the rich ladies in their fur coats have brought out the little doggie sweaters for their doglets to wear when they walk them. There is no coating of snow and ice as yet so there have been no spottings of little doggie footwear.

I spotted one little doglet this morning proudly sporting his best Wisconsin Badgers sweater. Somehow I doubt the doglet in question has ever met a badger, real animal or UW mascot. Nevertheless he looked natty in his little Badger-wear. Oddly enough, the only time I have ever enountered a real badger outside a zoo was not in Wisconsin at all, but in Northern Iowa.

Ever seen a pair of dogs tag team a badger? Not a pretty sight, but given some of the possible alternatives I was pretty glad to have dogs with us when we encountered a badger while on a walk in the woods near my in-laws' house. And what we're talking about here are two family pets, tail wagging, lick you in the face pets, not trained killers.

Babs and I had been visiting her mother and father in the house in the country and we decided to take a walk and get some exercise. The walk took us down the gravel road past rows and rows of corn. What else do you expect to see in Iowa? At the end of one corn field was an expanse of woods and an old road that was grown over in grass and weeds. There was a fence along the edge of the woods and a gate across the road. We climbed the gate and headed off down the road in the woods and the two dogs (Dogs or dawgs, but definitely not doggies with sweaters.) squeezed under the fence and followed, running and barking and doing things dogs do in the woods, sniff, bolt for squirrels that scurry up the trunks of trees, etc.

About a quarter mile up the road in the woods was a clearing and an old farm house that had been abandoned for many years. It was the kind of place that high school kids like to call the old haunted house and dare one another to go into it after dark, usually after consuming copious quantities of beer. It was the middle of the day with the sun high overhead and Babs and I wandered in. What we saw was an old farm house from a previous era and odd little remnants of lives and people who had moved on.

When we came out of the house we discovered the two dogs barking furiously at something on the edge of the woods. Babs and I went over to see what was going on and what we discovered was the two dogs taking on a badger. For the record, badgers are ugly nasty looking critters with nasty looking yellow teeth. Wouldn't want to encounter one without the dogs or a gun or something.

The way the dogs worked it was to come at the badger from both sides and take turns coming at it and attacking while the badger was occupied with the dog from the other side. Want to try and stop a dog from attacking when it's in a life or death fight with a badger. Not a good idea. The only thing we could do was stand back and let it happen, and hope the dogs won, not the badger.

Eventually the dog tag team prevailed and the badger stopped moving. We were able to coax the dogs back to the road and the trip back to the house. These dogs had reverted to their deepest instincts had worked the kill like a pack does. They protected themselves and the people who feed and love them. Then, as if an on/off switch had been flipped, these savage pack animals were the tail-wagging, face licking family pets once again. They looked up at us expectantly as if to say, "That was fun. What're we gonna do now? Pant! Pant!"

The trip back to the house was uneventful. Back over the gate. Back up the gravel road between the rows of corn. Then the trip down the long driveway to the house in the country overlooking the Cedar River. The dogs took a nap. Babs and I poured ourselves a drink. Think I'd rather encounter a badger in a zoo, or as a costumed character on the sidelines of a UW football game.

Next up in the Northern Iowa Chronicles: Angel Tits All Around!

Changing of the Seasons and Bigtime College Debts

It's December 3 and I saw my first snow of the season today. The high temperature didn't reach 40. The snow was blowing sideways. Not quite cold enough yet to stick, but give it a couple of weeks and we'll have that white ground cover that lasts for a couple of months. It's that time of year when you feel good about getting out the sweaters and hats and scarves and gloves and heavy coats that you haven't worn in a long time. It's that time when you look forward to the cold wind and the first really heavy snowfall. It's winter in the celebratory stage. Come February it'll be in the regrettatory stage, but one thing at a time boys and girls.

Oh, and it's also the time of year when it goes from being cooler near the lake to warmer near the lake. It was 36 degrees when I left the Outpost in The Back of the Yards, and it was 38 degrees when I reached the perch on the 14th floor overlooking Lake Michigan. All temperatures were taken at the Mini. As usual, no wind chill factors available at the Mini, but I walked 4 blocks up the street to Treasure Island and it wasn't too bad out. Got to wear the new birthday coat (No, not the birthday suit. Even I wouldn't go out in 38 degrees dressed like that.) that Babs gave me this year. Nice leather, and long. Looks like something Tony Soprano might wear on a casual day.

Anyway, enough about the weather already. What I really wanted to talk about today is debt, college debt. There are a lot of people in America, just now, who are up in arms about the rising cost of college tuition and how much debt kids emerge from college with. A headline in the Chicago Sun-Times this morning jumped out at me. It said, "Average college grad in Illinois owes more than $20,000." It gave a list in a sidebar that showed how much the average college grad from various Illinois schools owes after graduation. It varied from $13,418 on the low end, at Northeastern Illinois University, to $32,134 on the high end, at Loyola University of Chicago.

The funny thing is that grads of Northwestern and DePaul come out owing less money on the whole than students who attend Loyola, and I went to graduate school at Loyola. I know for a fact that Loyola is cheaper than either of the aforementioned schools. Babs cleared it up for me. She explained that these universities are more fully endowed and there are two kinds of students. There are rich kids whose parents pay for the full ride and they thus emerge from the college experience debt free. Then there are the really smart kids who take advantage of the endowment the university enjoys. These students get lots of scholarships and grants and don't have to borrow as much money. So even though the overall cost of tuition, books, and living may be higher, their students end up owing less after graduation. Go figure.

At any rate, all of these universities have students coming out owing $20,102, on average. The median for the schools listed in the sidebar was somewhere around $18,000. This fact has led many Americans to be seriously appalled. "How can you saddle children with this much debt, in their twenties? It's a national catastrophe."

I have two observations about this debt. Who in the heck are these people who are paying the full ride for their kids to go to schools that charge $35,000-$40,000 per year? I'm not even talking Harvard or the University of Chicago here. I'm talking Northwestern and DePaul. Can't these kids cover some of it themselves? They might appreciate it more, and the parents might have a little more retirement money to enjoy.

Secondly, college is an investment. Get a degree and you get a better job and you make more money. Get an advanced degree and you make more money yet. Better deal than the stock market or a money market account or CD's or bonds. Big return on your investment. This is not a frivolous expense. Furthermore, the average post-college debt is $20,000, give or take. In today's dollars, that is the cost of a new car. That new car begins depreciating the minute you drive it off the lot, but that college degree makes you money the minute you get it and just keeps on appreciating year after year.

How many of these college graduates own $20,000 cars? So why is it such a big deal to owe $20,000 in college debt to get a good job that will pay you back big time? Can we stop with the whining people? Even if you go to a big time med school and rack up $100,000 in debt, you're still going to get that money back in spades people. Get real.

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a poor kid from Central Arkansas. He borrowed money and went to ASU. He moved to Illinois and went to SIU on more loans. He ended up in Chicago and went to NEIU and Loyola. (Paid for these last two with cash as he went.) Now that's a lot of borrowed money. That's a lot of college tuition. That poor lad turned these college experiences into a home on the 14th floor on Lake Shore Drive and a pretty good life. All loans were paid off long ago. All tuition is just a memory. It was an investment in the future and the future finally arrived. $20,000 in college debt? My Mini Cooper cost more than that.

Wars and Rumors of Wars

The Senate is busy debating the merits of health care reform. The President announced today that he is sending 30,000 more troops to Afghanistan. The American public is obsessed with Tiger Woods' auto accident. Can I just go on record here as saying, "Who the hell cares?" About Tiger Woods that is. Lives hang in the balance and we're wondering if Tiger was driving drunk, what's up with his wife, and wondering why he's skipping a tournament. Get over it people. It doesn't matter.

For that matter, Lou Dobbs leaving CNN is pretty inconsequential. Sarah Palin, Glenn Beck, and Rush Limbaugh are all just a lot of noise and distraction that adds up to zero. They entertain people with a questionable grasp of the facts, and do nothing other than distract people from the real issues, those that affect millions of lives. Do I think every American should have access to adequate health care? Well, duh! The Senate is busy beating each other up over that one, and it's frankly not getting a lot of press. That came when the above mentioned nimnals were busy trying to keep the issue from ever reaching the debating stage in the Senate. Too bad! The issue is on the floor and they're talking about a vote before January 1, 2010. Cool!

What really has me concerned just now are the two wars that the U.S. is carrying on in Asia. When the Twin Towers came down on 9/11/2001, it became apparent that we were at war. We were at war with a loose group of terrorists who were being harbored by the government of Afghanistan. The world supported us in going after Al-Qaeda and their support group, the Taliban. Then the Bush-Cheney axis decided that they'd whip up support for kicking Saddam Hussein's butt while we were at it, and while we had troops in that general part of the world. Turns out the supporting reasons for taking on Hussein and Iraq were total b.s. and we got mired in a war there that drags on and on and on and ...... The real serious threat to the U.S., in Afghanistan was relegated to the back burner, and Osama bin Laden got away. He's still out there somewhere plotting against the U.S.

Meanwhile in Iraq we got rid of Saddam Hussein readily, but many years later we're still nowhere near establishing peace in the Fertile Crescent. The Sunnis don't like the Shi'a and vice versa. Neither of them like the Kurds. The Kurds are the only ones that really like the Americans. Somehow they keep the other two groups out of their area and have established some semblance of peace and prosperity. The other two keep blowing each other up and periodic Americans to encourage us to leave so they can get on with serious carnage. We still have somewhere in the neighborhood of 100,000 troops in Iraq. They are supposedly leaving sometime soon. Meaning in the next decade?

Over in Afghanistan we have somewhere in the neighborhood of 68,000 troops already and President Obama, after much consideration, has decided to send an additional 30,000. The fight against the Taliban goes on, and has spilled over into neighboring Pakistan, a country with nuclear weapons. The Afghan government is decidedly corrupt. The recent Afghan elections are questionable at best. The Pakistani government is somewhat chicken shit when it comes to actually engaging revolutionary fundamentalist Islamic groups, in spite of the fact that said groups control a significant part of the country.

The President says the 30,000 additional troops should do the job and we will begin bringing them home in 2011. That's just over a year from now. Believe that? Got some nice beach front property in Arizona you might be interested in. Just to recap. Iraq is still a mess. Osama bin Laden is still at large and dangerous. Afghanistan is not pacified, nor is it a stable and real democracy. The Pakistanis have gotten into the mess and if they screw up the terrorists get nuclear weapons. We won't even mention the crazy assed theocracy that is Iran.

This all seems to me to be a mess that India, Russia, and China should be interested in helping to correct. They're in the immediate neighborhood and it could very well spill over their borders. It also seems to be a matter that concerns the United Nations. Let's see. What was their purpose again? Oh yeah, world peace. Haven't done real well in taking care of that, have they?

Hey, we could use some help in Afghanistan, Pakistan, and in shutting up Iran. As for that Iraqi thing, well we oughta get the hell out, like yesterday. Let them sort it out for themselves. Not our job. 100,000 troops there still? Hey bring them home and pay them to do something constructive instead, like repair roads and bridges, or run Wall Street and the banking industry, instead of the lame brains currently running the financial industry. Army and National Guard troops couldn't do worse, could they? Just a thought.

Of course a real concern here is that President Obama has a seriously good agenda, health care, jobs, banking oversight, creating high speed rail corridors, etc., etc., etc. The problem is that he can get all of that done, and the only thing the American public is going to remember is war, war, and more war. LBJ inherited a situation in Vietnam. He expanded voting rights and civil rights in general. He oversaw the expansion of the public safety net and helped launch Medicare. The only thing the public saw then and for the most part remembers now is Vietnam.

Obama runs the risk of being a one term President who, for all the good intentions, got mired in a mess that was created by a previous administration, and didn't know how to get out of it. If he lets that happen history will be unequivocal in its assessment. LBJ=BHO. Let's hope this one works out a little better. I remember Vietnam well, and I know enough history to know that Afghanistan was a mess not to be conquered by either the British Empire or the Soviet Union. Can the U.S. succeed where others did not? We'll see.