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Elections Need To Be More Than Just About Politics


Vote Tuesday

For the first time in three years, I am not playing an active role in politics, local or greater.  It feels good on one hand, because my schedule has been a lot lighter.  I learned first hand what it takes for a candidate to make the commitment of running for a public office.  I also found out the price a person pays for exposing themselves to public scrutiny.  There is no such things as privacy, once you set out to do the “right thing”.  And often times, because of the success in the direction of a campaign, the methods used by opposing sides to deal with the more positive campaign, are nothing less than questionable.  And because of the timing of such negative attacks, typically days before the election, there is little time for the “good guy” to respond.

Last year, I shocked my campaign when I informed them that I had filed for divorce.  I had to tell them, because  my ex-wife’s family expressed adamantly that they would do everything they could to cost me my campaign run as revenge.  Their threats included anonymous letters, and protests at election polls.  The most surprising came when a family member actually called my main opponent to spread three brutal, but defendable lies, only if I had the time to do it, which days before the election I did not.  I could prove everything a lie, but I did not have the time or the money.  I could only hope that with it just days before the election, people had paid enough attention to the good that I wanted to do.  After the election, I would deal with the slander that was tossed around.

Long story short, they followed through on their threats.  I did lose the election, but I will not give them the credit for costing me the election.  Voter turnout was abysmal.  With a huge voting base, and plenty of angry voters, a change for the better could have taken place.

People take elections for granted.  Now I am not going to get into Republican versus Democrat because personally that irritates me.  Elections are about making an informed decision, not being told what to think.  The strategy of voting “straight R” or “straight D violates my belief in making an informed decision.  If I believe a candidate in either party is going to support what I believe, I will vote for them.  As long as a candidate is going to run the business of government, local, state, or federal, without infringing on the personal beliefs of others, I will vote for them.

Everyone should vote.  As they say, if you don’t vote, you cannot complain.  And a vote will not make any bigger difference, than in a local election.  Literally, every vote counts and might just make a difference.

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There are two elections of special interest to me.  The first is back in my home state of Pennsylvania.  A dear friend is running for election to House Of Representatives.  Suzan Leonard is a stand-up candidate.  She does not duck questions or topics, and is quite up front what her concerns and plans are for as a State Representative.  As a school board candidate and member, Suzan carried herself with nothing but professionalism.  She has stayed true to what she stood for as a member of the school board.  And for that reason, I hope my friend Suzan wins the State Rep office that she has truly earned through her campaign.

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The other election concerns Amendment #2 in the state of Florida.  I have written enough to show my support of why this amendment is necessary to be approved.  Those who oppose Amendment #2 are doing it for the most selfish of reasons, which has absolutely nothing to do with the amendment itself, but strategy has planted the seeds (no pun intended), that legalizing medicinal marijuana is legalizing recreational marijuana.  Which it does not, and will not.  What the legalization of medicinal marijuana will do, is provide relief to millions of patients who cannot find relieve through other expensive and addictive prescription medications, many of which are more lethal and addictive than marijuana.

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So, get out tomorrow, Rock the Vote.  It is your duty, no matter what election is happening in your area, school board, judge, state rep, whatever, your vote does make a difference.  It is up to you.

In The Arms Of The Angel


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Sarah McLachlan – In The Arms Of The Angel (including video link)

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay.
There’s always some reason to feel not good enough and it’s hard at the end of the day.
I need some distraction.
Oh beautiful release memories seep from my veins.
Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I’ll find some peace tonight.

In the arms of the angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.
You’re in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort here.

So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn.
There’s vultures and thieves at your back and the storm keeps on twisting.
You keep on building the lies that you make up for all that you lack.
It don’t make no difference escaping one last time.
It’s easier to believe in this sweet madness oh this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees.

In the arms of the angel fly away from here from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie.
You’re in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.
You’re in the arms of the angel.
May you find some comfort here.

Remembering A Special Friend


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My ex wife and I bought Pollo, originally named Apollo Buckshadow Of Chatham Towamencin, a pure bred Golden Retriever.  He was 8 weeks old and weighed all of 14 pounds.  In spite of a restricted and strict diet, he still grew to one hundred and five pounds of pure happiness.

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Pollo was always known by everyone as a “happy” Golden.  I have often been asked if there was any secret to Pollo living to well over 14 years of age, missing his 15th birthday by only a few months.  I let Pollo be Pollo.  I let him be a friend, a companion.  There were never any expectations of him.  And he only expected one thing of me, to come home every day.

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Two things were his favorite thing to do, swim (as all water dogs do), and play in the snow.  He loved going outside, taking a good strong whiff of the winter air, and he could “smell” snow was coming.  Because every time he would come back into the house, five minutes later he would be at the door wanting to go back outside, expecting to see snow falling.  And he got quite vocal about it, in spite of my assurances to him that it had not snowed yet.

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But what made him the best friend in the whole world, was his loyalty and his compassion.  Very sensitive to when anyone in the house was not feeling right, I recall his reaction to when I came home following a week in the hospital following my open heart surgery.  With a freshly repaired breast bone, my biggest fear would be that Pollo would greet me in usual fashion, rough and playful.  Instead, one of the few times I would ever describe Pollo as calm, he simply walked right up to me, and stood by my side as I walked through the front door.  And that is exactly how he would be each and every time I fell seriously ill.

He was awesome with our children and got along with the each and every cat that came to our home.

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We were lucky to have Pollo as long as we had him, and for the most part he was completely healthy.  Which is why I had always hoped that he would simply fade into the sunset in his older years.  My fear that someday, I would have to make the most heartbreaking decision in my life.  That day came last November.  Pollo’s eyesight, hearing, and ability to walk were evident of his age.  But as long as Pollo was “happy”, I was not prepared to make the painful decision to say goodbye to him.  I was convinced that one day, he would let me know, that it was okay to let him go.

Pollo’s happiness was always evident with his tail.  It never stopped wagging, never.  But on that morning, his tail stopped wagging.  Among other signs, mostly blind and deaf, unable to smell, it was clear that suffering was about to begin for my friend.  His tail no longer wagged.  I contacted the only vet Pollo had ever known, from beginning to end, and when Dr. W examined Pollo for what would be the final time, Dr. W. looked at me and told me, it was indeed time to say goodbye.

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Pollo was gone.  And Dr. W and I spent at least another half an hour recalling all the times that we had with Pollo.  The failed diet study that Pollo was volunteered for (he gained weight), to his appearance on the People’s Court.  Dr. W had stressed to me the wonderful years that I had given Pollo which clearly is what contributed to his longevity.  I have always loved animals, but Pollo was so much more to me.

I miss you bud.  And someday, we will meet again at the Rainbow Bridge.  And I will see that tail wag again.

The Rainbow Bridge

There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.
It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors.
Just this side of the Rainbow there is a land of meadows,
hills and valleys with lush green grass.

When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place.
There is always food and water and warm spring weather.
The old and frail animals are young again. Those who are maimed
are made whole again. They play all day with each other.

There is only one thing missing. They are not with their special
person who loved them on Earth. So, each day they run and play
until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up!
The nose twitches! The ears are up!
The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly runs from the group!

You have been seen, and when you and your special friend meet,
you take him or her in your arms and embrace.
Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look
once more into the eyes of your trusting pet.

Then you cross the Bridge together
never again to be separated.

-Author Unknown

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