Happy St. Paddy's Day:
“There is good in the world, simple, uh, complex, dysfunctional. I'm related to outlaws that lived in America during the 1930s, they were horse thieves, uh, not screws -- er, ah, Garda -- or priests and nuns like my family in Ireland. I like to believe that if the O'Brien boys had come across a Klan lynchin they would have risked all, includin their lives to have stopped it: Good isn’t perfect… Slainte.”
To friends and family:
“I'll drink to our coffins: may they be built from the wood of a hundred-year-old oak tree that I’ll plant tomorrow.” - author unknown
Please give to St. Baldrick’s Foundation: 1333 South Mayflower Avenue, Suite 400/ Monrovia, California 91016/ 888-899-2253/ email@example.com
March is Women's History Month.
Darlene McTavish jumped in a cab: her twenty-two-year-old Harley was in the shop, she’d dropped it on an icy corner a week earlier, fortunately she hadn’t been injured but the bike had been pounded.
When the taxi glided to a stop in front of FitzGerald’s Grocery Emporium the cabbie said: "Six smackeroos."
To Darlene's surprise the meter was double-jointed or two-faced showing separate prices for males and females. The fare for women was $6.00 and the ticket for guys, $4.62.
Darlene grumbled: "What the? Where in the Constitution does it"--
“Ahem. Pardon me? That’s just the way it’s always been,” inscrutable with hoodie eyes, the cabbie explained briskly. “Ask anyone, missy."
Missy? Darlene took a deep breath, a brilliant calming technique learned from her YWCA Lamaze lessons. Though mystified as to why it was cheaper for a man to ride in a cab than a woman Darlene still shelled out a fair tip: two bucks.
Inside Fitzy’s it was the same thing, the same inflammatory mystery lurked behind every price tag: milk was $4.00 for women and $3.08 for men, coffee $7.00 for women and $5.39 for men, and then the kicker, the final flipping insult, Tampons were $5.00 for women and $3.85 for men!
Tampons?! Ahhhhh --
Despite being outraged -- her little clamshell ears were fire-engine red (a real warning sign) -- Darlene gently -- breathing in and out, asked the mustachioed cashier with the pug-lumpy face, "What's going on? Y’know this is unfair -- un-American. It's flat out wrong."
The cashier shrugged, and said with no small kindness, "Sorry, ma'm, but on the average women make seventy-seven cents for every buck a man makes in this country -- you do the math." -end- (posted earlier, and in the short story section: Darlene McTavish)
Please give to the National Organization for Women -- NOW: 1100 H Street NW, Suite 300/ Washington DC 20005/ 202-628-8669
"You can't have a free society unless it is a just society; you can't have a just society unless you make it so, and it can't be so without inviolate human rights."
A controversy that convulsed a country never was:
1789 legal language for being a citizen at birth was a "natural born citizen."
Posted in similar language last on 7/1/19:
Whether President Obama was born in Hawaii or Kenya was an ethical question but never a legal one. Though President Obama's father was born in Kenya his mother was born in the U.S., so (even had he been born in Kenya) he was eligible to run for the presidency (though President Obama did have a Hawaiian birth certificate). Senator Cruz was born in Canada, his father in Cuba, but his mother was born in the U.S., and so Senator Cruz was eligible to run for the presidency.
(the following was posted originally on 1/6/2016):
21st Century consensus: those children born to U.S. citizen-parents in foreign countries qualify as natural born Citizens. So a child born in a foreign country to American parents or parent can become president of the United States of America.
Presidential eligibility is considered a "non-justiciable political question" that might possibly be a Congressional question and not a question for the U.S. Supreme Court.
Within Article II of the U.S. Constitution (abridged):
"No person except a natural born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States" can become president. Other requirements included in Article II: The president has to be of the "Age of thirty-five Years and had been fourteen Years a Resident within the United States."
- The World Almanac 2015 & Wikipedia
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