Born to segregated white America, it was no wonder that for so many weaned on 1950s "Father Knows Best" delusions, The Supremes, with the words of Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, and Edward Jr. Holland, offered a far more accurate assessment of what life was really like.
It is not hyperbole to imagine that we are in the midst of a war on humanity—humanity, as in possessing the quality of being humane, of manifesting kindness and benevolence.
The townspeople of Lee, with the help of attorney Cristobal Bonifaz, have prepared a ground-breaking lawsuit alleging a civil and criminal conspiracy by General Electric (GE) and Monsanto to harm humans and the environment.
If you are like me and want to go beyond the constant TV speculation, here are excerpts of what the judge, the lawyers, and David Pecker are actually saying about the catching and killing of the Karen McDougal and Stormy Daniels affairs.
The People of the State of New York v. Donald J. Trump is a morality tale writ large taking place at a time when so many Americans seem to have misplaced morality.
In many ways, if you can get past the significant irony at work here, Monsanto tells a clear story of how severely and perhaps irredeemably our world has been poisoned by all the parties in this action. Make no mistake, however this ends, it seems to me that there really is no honor amongst thieves.
Fani Willis’ unwavering determination not to be bullied, her unwillingness to accept blame for her independence and attitudes about men and money upended the MAGA attorneys.
I want to talk about the failures of government to properly regulate the egregious choices polluters like Monsanto and GE have made as they chose profit over public health and the environment.
So, when the trucks come rumbling through, who you gonna call? Not the Ghostbusters. As for calling Town Hall and members of your select board, can you really expect those who put you in this position in the first place to actively and effectively get you out of it?
One upon a time, politicians watched what they did and said in public, and often they paid a price for either bad behavior or slips of the tongue. But these are the days, my friends, where even monstrous behavior seems to matter not.
I have read too many words, written too many. For me, there is always the reality of a poisoned Rising Pond, but the enduring dream of a fishable, swimmable river.
