I have watched the Judicial Council for many years.
Back in 1993, something happened that I did not know could happen. Rev. Zan Holmes recused himself from consideration of the case of a Perkins School of Theology professor who was a member of the annual conference to which Dr. Holmes belonged. See Judicial Council Decision (JCD) 696.
For years, a key member of the Judicial Council had given in writing, by phone, and in personal conversation ex parte opinions to bishops in cases that were headed for the Judicial Council. That kind of "help" by a Judicial Council member was finally ended by General Conference in 1992. See Paragraph 2607 of the 2004 Book of Discipline.
Dr. Holmes' recusal set a precedent of integrity that was honored by a number of other Judicial Council members when cases came from their respective annual conferences. For instance, a recent case caused the secretary of the Judicial Council to remove himself from any action related to a case during his annual conference so he would be free to fulfill his role as a Judicial Council member. He spelled out his actions in his concurring opinion, last paragraph, of JCD 1032.
One might think that maybe Dr. Holsinger, president of the Judicial Council, is showing a similar ethical concern by withdrawing from the Fall Session of the Judicial Council held last week. Unfortunately, I cannot believe that is so.
In the past, during his seven years on the Council, Dr. Holsinger did not recuse himself from at least two cases before the Judicial Council in which he had significant relationships with parties at interest. Now he recused himself from a session in which there were some cases dealing with controversial matters. No matter how he would vote on them, it would not affect his integrity but it could affect his chance to become Surgeon General.
The issue of his ethical practice recently has become a public matter through reports about his role involving the disbursal of proceeds from the sale of an annual conference property. Some of those proceeds were donated to programs at the university where he worked. When that story came out a few weeks ago, in my opinion, Dr. Holsinger should have resigned from the Judicial Council then. But if he had, how would that look going into the Senate confirmation hearings? If he is confirmed by the Senate, then he can resign from the Judicial Council for a positive reason.
It is time for Dr. Holsinger to face his past unfortunate decisions and actions and the serious questions they have raised. He can show the same integrity as his predecessors by resigning now from the Judicial Council, not simply recusing himself for this session because his nomination may be an "unnecessary and unproductive distraction."
--This post is also published as a commentary on UM NeXus, http://www.umnexus.org--
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
"Trilogy of Cancer"
One of my colleagues, Ann Freeman Price, went through cancer recently and put her experience to paper in poetry and song in a wonderful book entitled "Trilogy of Cancer - The Jolt, The Journey, The Joy." (Copyright 2007 - Ann Freeman Price) It is worth every penny of the fifteen dollars cover price.
Some of her verse is plain. Some goes to songs we samg at camp! She even includes handwritten staffs of music in case you don't know the tune. She includes blessedly brief notes on aspects of her experience.
The concluding poem to her first section is set to the tune of "Home on the Range."
Oh, Lump-ec-tomy!
O sing me a song
'Bout a day that went wrong
When they did the lumpectomy.
Well the nodes were bad too
So they took out a few
And two scars for Ann you can see.
OH, lumpectomy.
It's a pain and that I'll agree.
So let's move on right now.
I'll be showing you how.
We're gonna be finding the key.
She speaks of "healing circles" and drum therapy and a number of thinsg that sound strange to most folks but once inside her work, they make all the sense in the world.
This is from "Healing Drum."
simple hand drum
steady beat
five minutes
a day
five minutes
to feel my hand
touch skin of drum
synchronize with
heart and blood
five minutes for
cancer cells
to scatter from
the pounding
and the pulsing
of the ancient sound
five minutes
to feel vibration
connecting cell to cell
organizing life stream
five minutes
for beat and breath
to gather energy
for the day
the day which
starts with
drumming
Contact Ann at annfreemanprice@embarqmail.com for further information how to get a copy of her book. - Contact her quick because I did not get her permission to publish her pooems and this blog may disappear!
Some of her verse is plain. Some goes to songs we samg at camp! She even includes handwritten staffs of music in case you don't know the tune. She includes blessedly brief notes on aspects of her experience.
The concluding poem to her first section is set to the tune of "Home on the Range."
Oh, Lump-ec-tomy!
O sing me a song
'Bout a day that went wrong
When they did the lumpectomy.
Well the nodes were bad too
So they took out a few
And two scars for Ann you can see.
OH, lumpectomy.
It's a pain and that I'll agree.
So let's move on right now.
I'll be showing you how.
We're gonna be finding the key.
She speaks of "healing circles" and drum therapy and a number of thinsg that sound strange to most folks but once inside her work, they make all the sense in the world.
This is from "Healing Drum."
simple hand drum
steady beat
five minutes
a day
five minutes
to feel my hand
touch skin of drum
synchronize with
heart and blood
five minutes for
cancer cells
to scatter from
the pounding
and the pulsing
of the ancient sound
five minutes
to feel vibration
connecting cell to cell
organizing life stream
five minutes
for beat and breath
to gather energy
for the day
the day which
starts with
drumming
Contact Ann at annfreemanprice@embarqmail.com for further information how to get a copy of her book. - Contact her quick because I did not get her permission to publish her pooems and this blog may disappear!
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Theology
I am pleased to share with you the work of others that I like -the work and the others! The following is a poetic essay on The Rev. Dr. Dennis Reedy's personal theology:
I’ve “threatened” believers on both sides of the aisle.
To my conservative brothers & sisters, I say: “You must be born again;” O.K. but that’s the starting point, not the goal.
To my fundamentalist brothers & sisters, I say: “Are you saved?” … yes, and I am being saved every day.
To my liberal brothers & sisters, I say: Show me your faith by your works; and love as Jesus loved.
To my deist brothers & sisters, I say: Yes, God did set the cosmos into its cycles; but God is also involved in the tiny, daily details.
To my modernist brothers & sisters, I say: Yes, Jesus is the example; but more than a moral example, Jesus is the complete image of a man of God, walking in the power of the Holy Spirit.
To my holiness brothers & sisters, I say: “Repentance” means turning away from self and toward God; but it’s Grace that saves me, not works.
A friend in Christ has suggested that, in fact, I am really a “CharisFundaConservaLib.”
I’ve “threatened” believers on both sides of the aisle.
To my conservative brothers & sisters, I say: “You must be born again;” O.K. but that’s the starting point, not the goal.
To my fundamentalist brothers & sisters, I say: “Are you saved?” … yes, and I am being saved every day.
To my liberal brothers & sisters, I say: Show me your faith by your works; and love as Jesus loved.
To my deist brothers & sisters, I say: Yes, God did set the cosmos into its cycles; but God is also involved in the tiny, daily details.
To my modernist brothers & sisters, I say: Yes, Jesus is the example; but more than a moral example, Jesus is the complete image of a man of God, walking in the power of the Holy Spirit.
To my holiness brothers & sisters, I say: “Repentance” means turning away from self and toward God; but it’s Grace that saves me, not works.
A friend in Christ has suggested that, in fact, I am really a “CharisFundaConservaLib.”
Friday, October 26, 2007
"If There Were No God" by Dee Lambert
This week a friend sent me some of her poetry. I think she should be published. She gave me permission to post this one:
If There Were No God
If there were no God,
How would I explain
A bright red bird on a dark and dreary winter day?
If there were no God,
How would I explain
A cooling breeze on a hot summer day
That seemed to come from nowhere
Just to cool my face?
If there were no God,
How would I understand
The bittersweet pain of a baby's cry?
If there were no God,
How would I ever know
The rocking arms that held me in my greatest pain
And shared in the tears that came,
So that I would know I was not alone?
If there were no God,
Who would I thank
For boundless joy that comes from
Nothing extraordinary?
If there were no God,
Who would have heard my borning cry
Or stilled my fear of dying?
When all others have gone, and centuries have passed,
Who would remember that I was here
If there were no God?
Copyright 2008, published by permission of Dee Lambert
-- The writers' group which critiqued her work hopes she will build a new poem around one passage we redacted:
If there were no God,
Who would live on the mountain tops
Where wind echoes across ancient graves
Nestled on the edge of cliffs
At the edge of Time?
If There Were No God
If there were no God,
How would I explain
A bright red bird on a dark and dreary winter day?
If there were no God,
How would I explain
A cooling breeze on a hot summer day
That seemed to come from nowhere
Just to cool my face?
If there were no God,
How would I understand
The bittersweet pain of a baby's cry?
If there were no God,
How would I ever know
The rocking arms that held me in my greatest pain
And shared in the tears that came,
So that I would know I was not alone?
If there were no God,
Who would I thank
For boundless joy that comes from
Nothing extraordinary?
If there were no God,
Who would have heard my borning cry
Or stilled my fear of dying?
When all others have gone, and centuries have passed,
Who would remember that I was here
If there were no God?
Copyright 2008, published by permission of Dee Lambert
-- The writers' group which critiqued her work hopes she will build a new poem around one passage we redacted:
If there were no God,
Who would live on the mountain tops
Where wind echoes across ancient graves
Nestled on the edge of cliffs
At the edge of Time?
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Occupation
I wonder how it is that Americans have forgotten what an occupation is like.
Every time we visit some historic site on the east coast, we discover something new about the occupation of America by the English during the Revolutionary War.
When we visited New Jersey, we learned that the colonists there were not especially excited about revolting. Then a squad of Red Coats came upon a farmer’s daughter and gang raped her. Word of that event spread like wild fire through the colony. Farmers out in their fields began carrying their muskets, ready and loaded, and then leaned them against a shock of corn stalks. As a squad of Red Coats marched by out on the road, a farmer could easily slip over behind a shock, take the rifle, pick off one of the occupying soldiers, put the gun back, and return to his field work as if nothing had happened.
When we visited Andrew Jackson’s childhood home along the Waxhaw River, the story there was that his neighbors didn’t want the Brits intruding upon their little township. When they tried to stop the Red Coats, they were slaughtered. The soldiers than went through the settlement and killed a number of the women and children there. North Carolina “remembered” the Waxhaw massacre and joined the Revolution. Jackson witnessed the slayings as a teenager. He spent time as a British prisoner. When the Red Coats came back in 1814 and tried to take New Orleans, Jackson commanded the forces of pirates, renegades, mountain men, and regular soldiers that crushed the proud troops of the British Empire and saved the Mississippi River from their control.
Along the Blue Ridge Parkway is a tourist center called the Virginia Explore Park. Among its living exhibits is one from the 18th century. The story told there by the docent was that Virginia, the largest and most productive of the British colonies at the beginning had little interest in the Revolution. Many of its men had served with the British against the French and Indians in the 1750s and 1760s. Unfortunately, about the time those men were to receive their major benefit for their years of service, land on which to settle, the King proclaimed that there would be no settling allowed in the very territory that had been set aside for those veterans.
Among those who earlier fought by the side of the Red Coats was George Washington.
As I think about these incidents in American history just from the Revolution, I wonder how anyone who has visited any major historical site related to the Revolution could be comfortable with sending our soldiers to occupy any foreign country. The dangers of the rogue action of just a few individuals changes hearts dramatically. The occurrences of “overkill” (we call it “collateral damage”) are not forgotten. The broken promises antagonize friends and make them enemies.
Wasn’t the situation that led to the Revolution one where England faced losing wood and other raw materials for its industries because of its autocratic and distant policy making? And when they sent troops to occupy the colonies, didn’t they aggravate the situation?
The purpose of sending our troops to Iraq was a little more complicated than that. Iraq dropped Scuds on Israel during the first Gulf War under President Bush 41. Then “Poppy” Bush was the target of an Iraqi attempted-assassination. Then not long after that war, Saddam Hussein violently suppressed Shi’ites America encouraged to rebel. And finally, control of Iraqi oil looked like it was slipping away. So we sent in the troops “to find weapons of mass destruction” and kept them there until the oil question was settled so our companies would gain the benefit.
The longer the Iraqis put off making that decision, the longer we have had to be there. All the timelines for projected drawdowns used to be tied to the oil decision. Now they are tied to the depletion of our military.
Occupations are chancy things. How many times over the decades since the end of WW II have there been riots and demonstrations in places like the Philippines and South Korea and Japan to close our bases and remove our military?
We should know from first hand experience that occupations are really not the best tool to resolve an international problem. Just because we are the ones doing it does not make it right. You’d think we know better.
Every time we visit some historic site on the east coast, we discover something new about the occupation of America by the English during the Revolutionary War.
When we visited New Jersey, we learned that the colonists there were not especially excited about revolting. Then a squad of Red Coats came upon a farmer’s daughter and gang raped her. Word of that event spread like wild fire through the colony. Farmers out in their fields began carrying their muskets, ready and loaded, and then leaned them against a shock of corn stalks. As a squad of Red Coats marched by out on the road, a farmer could easily slip over behind a shock, take the rifle, pick off one of the occupying soldiers, put the gun back, and return to his field work as if nothing had happened.
When we visited Andrew Jackson’s childhood home along the Waxhaw River, the story there was that his neighbors didn’t want the Brits intruding upon their little township. When they tried to stop the Red Coats, they were slaughtered. The soldiers than went through the settlement and killed a number of the women and children there. North Carolina “remembered” the Waxhaw massacre and joined the Revolution. Jackson witnessed the slayings as a teenager. He spent time as a British prisoner. When the Red Coats came back in 1814 and tried to take New Orleans, Jackson commanded the forces of pirates, renegades, mountain men, and regular soldiers that crushed the proud troops of the British Empire and saved the Mississippi River from their control.
Along the Blue Ridge Parkway is a tourist center called the Virginia Explore Park. Among its living exhibits is one from the 18th century. The story told there by the docent was that Virginia, the largest and most productive of the British colonies at the beginning had little interest in the Revolution. Many of its men had served with the British against the French and Indians in the 1750s and 1760s. Unfortunately, about the time those men were to receive their major benefit for their years of service, land on which to settle, the King proclaimed that there would be no settling allowed in the very territory that had been set aside for those veterans.
Among those who earlier fought by the side of the Red Coats was George Washington.
As I think about these incidents in American history just from the Revolution, I wonder how anyone who has visited any major historical site related to the Revolution could be comfortable with sending our soldiers to occupy any foreign country. The dangers of the rogue action of just a few individuals changes hearts dramatically. The occurrences of “overkill” (we call it “collateral damage”) are not forgotten. The broken promises antagonize friends and make them enemies.
Wasn’t the situation that led to the Revolution one where England faced losing wood and other raw materials for its industries because of its autocratic and distant policy making? And when they sent troops to occupy the colonies, didn’t they aggravate the situation?
The purpose of sending our troops to Iraq was a little more complicated than that. Iraq dropped Scuds on Israel during the first Gulf War under President Bush 41. Then “Poppy” Bush was the target of an Iraqi attempted-assassination. Then not long after that war, Saddam Hussein violently suppressed Shi’ites America encouraged to rebel. And finally, control of Iraqi oil looked like it was slipping away. So we sent in the troops “to find weapons of mass destruction” and kept them there until the oil question was settled so our companies would gain the benefit.
The longer the Iraqis put off making that decision, the longer we have had to be there. All the timelines for projected drawdowns used to be tied to the oil decision. Now they are tied to the depletion of our military.
Occupations are chancy things. How many times over the decades since the end of WW II have there been riots and demonstrations in places like the Philippines and South Korea and Japan to close our bases and remove our military?
We should know from first hand experience that occupations are really not the best tool to resolve an international problem. Just because we are the ones doing it does not make it right. You’d think we know better.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Have you ever - - -
Art Davis let me take two of his poems to publish here:
Have you ever - - -
In all my life that's gone before,
I've never heard a cricket snore.
Nor have I heard an earthworm yawn
While inching tunnels 'neath my lawn.
Do baby kangaroos cry "Ouch!"
In case they fall from Mother's pouch?
Has anyone yet heard a sigh
From a fluttering butterfly?
Do dandelions in seed go puff-f-f
When they release their fuzzy stuff-f-f?
I've heard the hum of honey bees
But from pollen never heard them sneeze!
Does the praying mantis really pray?
Unanswered questions of the day!
I wonder if when cows go Moo-o-o
They're telling they've got milk for you.
Well, quite enough this wondering
Like - Is God mad when thundering?
Now don't let the "silence" bore you.
Stay alert for others, I implore you. . . .
(Art Davis, 5/24/07 and revised 9/14/07, copyright)
* * * * *
REMEMBERING...
Another day gone by at moon's rising,
to add to the lengthy skein of days assigned.
Ironically, it means one less day to live,
but--one less day of affliction,
a day wherein one forgets
what was spoken but a few breaths ago.
To tamper the brain,
forget recent moments of devotion
by those who selflessly serve
with their gifts of love and patience,
such to bloom happiness,
evoke childlike laughter
over gossamer weight matters.
The mind, despite the grasp of those who care,
suddens into the quicksand of failure
to recall a grain of love,
a trumpet of joy;
the madness of forgetting,
robber of tranquility
from all who loved;
a slow downward spiral
into blurred emptiness.
The syptoms we know and fight
to stem the torture of it all.
Silently, systems rebel.
Sadly, one coils fetal as life commenced
who now slowly exits life's arena,
perhaps never telling those care-givers,
those who untiring served,
that they were loved.
No doubt somehow
they would have shown gratitude.
They just didn't remember . . . .
(Arthur H. Davis, 9/3/07, copyright)
Have you ever - - -
In all my life that's gone before,
I've never heard a cricket snore.
Nor have I heard an earthworm yawn
While inching tunnels 'neath my lawn.
Do baby kangaroos cry "Ouch!"
In case they fall from Mother's pouch?
Has anyone yet heard a sigh
From a fluttering butterfly?
Do dandelions in seed go puff-f-f
When they release their fuzzy stuff-f-f?
I've heard the hum of honey bees
But from pollen never heard them sneeze!
Does the praying mantis really pray?
Unanswered questions of the day!
I wonder if when cows go Moo-o-o
They're telling they've got milk for you.
Well, quite enough this wondering
Like - Is God mad when thundering?
Now don't let the "silence" bore you.
Stay alert for others, I implore you. . . .
(Art Davis, 5/24/07 and revised 9/14/07, copyright)
* * * * *
REMEMBERING...
Another day gone by at moon's rising,
to add to the lengthy skein of days assigned.
Ironically, it means one less day to live,
but--one less day of affliction,
a day wherein one forgets
what was spoken but a few breaths ago.
To tamper the brain,
forget recent moments of devotion
by those who selflessly serve
with their gifts of love and patience,
such to bloom happiness,
evoke childlike laughter
over gossamer weight matters.
The mind, despite the grasp of those who care,
suddens into the quicksand of failure
to recall a grain of love,
a trumpet of joy;
the madness of forgetting,
robber of tranquility
from all who loved;
a slow downward spiral
into blurred emptiness.
The syptoms we know and fight
to stem the torture of it all.
Silently, systems rebel.
Sadly, one coils fetal as life commenced
who now slowly exits life's arena,
perhaps never telling those care-givers,
those who untiring served,
that they were loved.
No doubt somehow
they would have shown gratitude.
They just didn't remember . . . .
(Arthur H. Davis, 9/3/07, copyright)
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Dick Selchert
My cousin died since the last World Series. He and I were born three months apart and, from seventh grade through high school, were in classes together and played on intramural sports teams together.
In the days before the Braves moved from Boston to Milwaukee, we were both Cub fans Growing up just outside of Milwaukee, my allegiance switched the moment Joe Adcock hit the homer that drove in Billy Bruton with the winning run in the home opener. Dick's, however, stayed with the Cubs even when they traded Andy Pafko to the Braves.
Dick stuck by the Cubs through the eras of Phil Cavaretta, Hank Sauer, Ernie Banks, all the way up to Kerry Woods and beyond.
The cockles of my heart were warmed by Warren Spahn, Eddie Matthews, Johnny Logan, Henry Aaron, and all the other Braves that got into the playoffs and World Series while I was young. When the Braves moved to Atlanta, I tried to be a fan of the Brewers and saw a number of their games. I enjoyed Harvey's Wallbangers, especially Gorman Thomas, and the World Series games they got to play.
As I've gotten older, I've lost track of Milwaukee major league baseball.
But Dick stayed faithful to the Cubbies through thick and thin (mostly thin) to his dying day.
I saw in the local paper (the Charlotte Sun-Herald, Port Charlotte, FL) that the Cubs are in the playoffs.
I'd like to think he has great seats from which to watch his beloved Cubs and cheer them on to the World Series.
In the days before the Braves moved from Boston to Milwaukee, we were both Cub fans Growing up just outside of Milwaukee, my allegiance switched the moment Joe Adcock hit the homer that drove in Billy Bruton with the winning run in the home opener. Dick's, however, stayed with the Cubs even when they traded Andy Pafko to the Braves.
Dick stuck by the Cubs through the eras of Phil Cavaretta, Hank Sauer, Ernie Banks, all the way up to Kerry Woods and beyond.
The cockles of my heart were warmed by Warren Spahn, Eddie Matthews, Johnny Logan, Henry Aaron, and all the other Braves that got into the playoffs and World Series while I was young. When the Braves moved to Atlanta, I tried to be a fan of the Brewers and saw a number of their games. I enjoyed Harvey's Wallbangers, especially Gorman Thomas, and the World Series games they got to play.
As I've gotten older, I've lost track of Milwaukee major league baseball.
But Dick stayed faithful to the Cubbies through thick and thin (mostly thin) to his dying day.
I saw in the local paper (the Charlotte Sun-Herald, Port Charlotte, FL) that the Cubs are in the playoffs.
I'd like to think he has great seats from which to watch his beloved Cubs and cheer them on to the World Series.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Florida Primary
I can understand the thinking which wishes Florida Democrats would not vote before Iowa and New Hampshire.
It's based on the principle of smaller committees who understand something based on intense investigation and making recommendations to the larger body. Most legislative bodies do something like that. On the national level, Iowa and New Hampshire have a lot of meetings with small groups all over their states with each of the candidates. We may never get the chance but they do the eyeball-to-eyeball thing we wish we could do. They usually do well in picking out the top candidates that way. After those are done, it's pretty much boring debates and soundbite TV ads ad nauseum for everyone else.
The Republicans run the state of Florida and may have realized by moving up the Presidential Primary that the Democrats would be in trouble with the national party. Far as I can tell, it makes no never mind to the Republicans. Ron Paul is the only one on that side that is making any sense and he has a long way to go to get out of the lowest tier of their candidates.
Personally, I hope the candidates show up down here before January 29 but I really want them to prioritize their time to be in Iowa and New Hampshire. I trust those folks to get a decent reading on which of the candidates is real.
But I confess I will vote on Jan. 29 even if my favorite candidate gets no official credit for it at the Democratic Party's convention.
I want someone to see Dennis Kucinich got a vote. Imagine, he actually wants to impeach Vice President Cheney, like all the rest of the country does, and he wants to set up a Peace Department as a counter to the Defense (War) Department. Imagine what would happen if we spent as much money seeking peace as we do seeking excuses to use our military arsenal so we can pay some corporation exhorbitant prices for new materiel.
I am tempted to vote for Bill Richardson. Do you know he was nominated for a Nobel prize? And he has been a good governor for New Mexico. And he actually knows Spanish, compared to the President who knows a few phrases. What would it be like to have a President who can speak Spanish in this day and age!
While I love those two guys, I will not be unhappy no matter which Democratic candidate is chosen. America is so lucky to have such a talented group of people running.
So, America, encourage all the candidates to have to go one-on-one in Iowa and New Hampshire to do what we would like to do ourselves. Look at Florida's vote as a straw vote which just might mix up the respective packs of "runners."
It's based on the principle of smaller committees who understand something based on intense investigation and making recommendations to the larger body. Most legislative bodies do something like that. On the national level, Iowa and New Hampshire have a lot of meetings with small groups all over their states with each of the candidates. We may never get the chance but they do the eyeball-to-eyeball thing we wish we could do. They usually do well in picking out the top candidates that way. After those are done, it's pretty much boring debates and soundbite TV ads ad nauseum for everyone else.
The Republicans run the state of Florida and may have realized by moving up the Presidential Primary that the Democrats would be in trouble with the national party. Far as I can tell, it makes no never mind to the Republicans. Ron Paul is the only one on that side that is making any sense and he has a long way to go to get out of the lowest tier of their candidates.
Personally, I hope the candidates show up down here before January 29 but I really want them to prioritize their time to be in Iowa and New Hampshire. I trust those folks to get a decent reading on which of the candidates is real.
But I confess I will vote on Jan. 29 even if my favorite candidate gets no official credit for it at the Democratic Party's convention.
I want someone to see Dennis Kucinich got a vote. Imagine, he actually wants to impeach Vice President Cheney, like all the rest of the country does, and he wants to set up a Peace Department as a counter to the Defense (War) Department. Imagine what would happen if we spent as much money seeking peace as we do seeking excuses to use our military arsenal so we can pay some corporation exhorbitant prices for new materiel.
I am tempted to vote for Bill Richardson. Do you know he was nominated for a Nobel prize? And he has been a good governor for New Mexico. And he actually knows Spanish, compared to the President who knows a few phrases. What would it be like to have a President who can speak Spanish in this day and age!
While I love those two guys, I will not be unhappy no matter which Democratic candidate is chosen. America is so lucky to have such a talented group of people running.
So, America, encourage all the candidates to have to go one-on-one in Iowa and New Hampshire to do what we would like to do ourselves. Look at Florida's vote as a straw vote which just might mix up the respective packs of "runners."
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