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When Rhymes won't do it -

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Snoopy Enters the Political Arena

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     (And find out why you might want to)

 
DO SAY "I've always loved Groucho, Chico, and Harpo."
DO NOT SAY "I'm a lifelong Marxist."

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Here’s a hint for all who’ve ever been annoyed by today’s omnipresent “he or she’s” and “his or hers’s.”  Since militant feminism killed the old “masculine includes the feminine” rule, here’s how all writers and speakers can avoid putting in a plug for PC when they want to talk about something else.

 

I’ve heard we need a pronoun that means “a person regardless of gender.” I thought so too until someone switched on the light. We already have one!

 

DON’T SAY “Will everyone please take his or her seat? Every American should feel a sense of pride, and if he or she doesn’t, then he or she  should be ashamed of herself or himself.”

 

DO SAY “Will everyone please take one’s seat? Every American should feel a sense of pride, and if one doesn’t, then that one  should be ashamed of oneself.”

 

The pronoun is ONE. It’s time for speakers and writers everywhere to start using it.

 

 

But this could be written in rhyming form:
 
The Politically Correct Pronoun
 
One reads "One must write using P.C.
One must say 'him or her'  or else 'he/she.'"
    Ones's new pronoun is fillable!   
    He-or-she in one syllable!
"What" (one wonders) "could that he-or-she be?"

AN ACTUAL HORRIBLE EXAMPLE

 

But “one” suggests any old “one” you can think of, while his or her refers to a specific person referred to or implied elsewhere. Often, “that one” (perfectly correct grammatically) would be useful.

 

I’ll borrow an actual paragraph from a widely sold book on counseling. I’ve changed the nouns and  subject matter but have left the sentence structure and pronouns intact:

 

     “You have also listened as your friend has described his or her feelings about how the  procrastination has affected his or her co-workers. You helped your friend figure out how to talk with the co-workers about his or her problem.”

 

I can almost sense that the writer was wincing at “his or her” own paragraph but may have thought the English language offered no better alternative. But let’s imagine “that one” had even begun to be used by some writers:

 

     “You have also listened as your friend has described that one’s feelings about how the procrastination has affected that one’s co-workers. You helped your friend figure out how to talk with the co-workers about that one’s problem.”

 

I’ll admit all those “that one’s” might sound a trifle odd but that’s partly because the original wasn’t too well written in the first place. At least one of the pronouns might have been replaced with “your friend’s.”

 

All new language usage sounds a bit odd at first. The almost unpronounceable “Ms” as the alternative to “Miss or Mrs.” sounded odd at first but is now widely accepted, because it simplifies our language. “His or Her,” which complicates our language horribly, sounded odd at first, and I predict, always will.

 

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The American Civil Liberties Union stands on its principals, according to the American Civil Liberties Union. For instance it expresses horror at our "loss of civil liberties" under George W. Bush -, since the 9-11 attacks.  Yet they stood idly by during the Federal government's far worse ripping apart of our Constitution back in 1942, following the attack on Pearl Harbor. And herein lies a meaningful comparison.
 
I remember (I was then in grade school) the hate that filled the nation following Dec. 7, 1941 - hate for all persons of Japaneses descent. The hate was fed by liberal columnist Walter Lipman, writing about  (phony) evidence that Japanese-Americans in this country were complicit in the attack, and by California Attorney General Earl Warren (later to head the ultra-liberal Warren Supreme Court), and by the Franklin D. Roosevelt administration. FDR issued an order that Japanese Americans living on our west coast (about 120,000 of them, mostly American citizens) were to be removed from their homes and moved inland. As it turned out they spent four years in barbed wire encampments surrounded by armed military guards.
 
 
 
Certainly the ACLU's shortcomings of more than 60 years ago may have little bearing of the ACLU of today, but Professor  Daniels continues:
 
By late 1944, the ACLU had quietly filed an amicus curiae brief for Fred Korematsu, something it still brags about in its literature while ignoring its prior silence.
 
 

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DO SAY:I've heard there's a law against Government influencing Religion
or Religion influencing Government.
DO NOT SAY: So who enforces the law?
 

-Limericks as Good Literature

 I saw a website describing different poetic styles. The section on Limericks says that  limericks were invented by soldiers, in the 1700’s, returning from France to the Irish seaport of Limerick. And it says limericks are meant to be funny. Possibly wrong on both counts.

 

While browsing through an old poetry book I found this:

The Night-Piece, to Julia

 

Julia
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Her eyes may the glow-worm lend thee,

The shooting stars attend thee;

    And the elves also,

    Whose little eyes glow

Like the sparks of fire, befriend thee.

 

No will-o’-th’-wisp mislight thee;

Nor snake, nor slow-worm bite thee;

   But on, on thy way,

   Not making a stay,

Since ghost there’s none to affright thee.

 

Let not the dark thee cumber;

What though the moon does slumber;

   The stars of the night

   Will lend thee thy light,

Like tapers clear without number.

 

Then, Julia, let me woo thee,

Thus, thus to come unto me;

   And when I shall meet

   Thy silvery feet,

My soul I’ll pour into thee.

 

Robert Herrick / 1591 – 1674

 

  Four limericks in a row - probably before that word was even in use.

   Not a minor poet, either. We still quote his line from another poem:

   “Gather ye rosebuds while ye may -" And he wrote many poems (some 

   kind of shocking) about this "Julia" chick who may have been fictitious since he 

   remained a bachelor.

     I'd love to have otherexamples of limericks of literary quality; if you know of   

   one (even if written by yourself) e-mail it and I'll give you a page to display it!

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THE FIRST 10 AMMENDMENTS

Does the Bill of Rights give the U. S. Government the job of protecting our rights? Absolutely not. When you get a chance read what those first 10 ammendments really say -

One: Prohibits the U.S. Congress from taking away our freedoms of religion, speech, the press, peaceable assembly, and petitioning of the government.

Two: Prohibits the government from infringing the right to keep and bear arms.

Three: Protects our homes from the U.S. Military.

Four: Protects us, our homes, and our belongings from illegal search and seizure by the government.

Five through Eight: Protects us from abuse by the
governmental court system.

Nine: Prohibits the government from taking away any rights not specifically mentioned.

Ten:  Prohibits the
U.S. government
from seizing any powers over us not specifically granted to it by the Constitution.

Clearly, the founding fathers believed the American People can run a pretty darn good country as long as the U.S government gets out of our way!


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Letters to the Editor
The News Journal
Mansfield OH               

There are some questions your readers need answers to:

1. Is Mary Worth pro-life or pro-abortion?
2. Do the troops at Camp Swampy think we're going the right direction in Iraq?
3. What about that Canadian “For Better or Worse” family? Do they approve of their neighbors to the south?
4. Does Snoopy think Charley Brown should learn about intelligent design?
5. Do Frank and Ernest think minimum wage - but wait a minute! Maybe you'd say political cartoons belong on the op-ed page. You might reason that the comics should be enjoyed by everybody without ticking off half your readers. And I agree completely, except -
6. What the heck is Trudeau's Doonesbury doing in the comic section?


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There's a special magic about Mark Little.
 
He's my son and that makes him special. And he's your Daddy and that certainly makes him special. But there's a special magic about him that you won't find in all sons or all Daddies, and if I tell you something about him, maybe we can figure out just what his magic is all about.
 
He was a quiet and thoughtful little boy. Not the type that would organize a softball game, but the type that would learn his school lessons with ease.
 
He was thrilled when he brought home from the first grade a small book his teacher, Mrs. Shaffer, had made for him and his classmates. It was made of two small sheets of paper stapled together to make eight pages, and she had DITTO'D (that was an old-fashioned way of making copies) some drawings of a rabbit and a simple little story and the name of the booklet was "The Rabbit Ran." There were only about a dozen different words in the story.
 
But the important thing was: Mark could read it all by himself. And he's been reading ever since.
 
He was born in Deasrborn, Michigan, on July 21, 1961, and we moved to Mansfield, Ohio when he was five. We lived in a three-bedroom house on Yorkwood Road, but later finished the basement and that's where Mark had his bedroom.
 
Mark and his brothers, your Uncle Steve and Uncle Dave, all liked music. For years we bought season tickets to the Mansfield Symphony concerts at Malabar High School, three blocks from our home.
 
Mark and Steve took piano lessons. Later, Mark took violin lessons and played in the orchestra at Appleseed Junior high school and then at Malabar High school, and when he was in college eh taught himself to play the classical guitar.
 
Steve quit taking piano lessons because he got bored with the simple little pieces, but later he taught himself to play the piano, and taught himself very well.In high school he played slide trombone in the marching band,
 
Dave took only a few lessons, but taught himself to play the acoustic guitar and electric guitar. Then he got a good buy on a used keyboard and brought friends out to the house to jam with soft rock music.
 
All three boys went to Mansfield's Ranchwood Elementary School. It was a nice neighborhood and a number of the boys' friends were sons of doctors.
 
Mark always liked poetry. In about the second grade he learned about pollution; that was in the 'sixties when Americans were just beginning to talk a lot about the environment. His class was assigned to write about pollution, so Mark wrotehis very first poem:
 
         "Polution is bad. Pollution we have had.
         Now we have too much, and soon we can't do
         such a thing as living."
 
They built a new shopping mall, Richlan Mall, west of Mansfield, and it had a sunken lounge with benches for resting. Next to the lounge was a pet store, and the boys always insisted on stopping there to look at the pets. One day as we rested in the lounge Mark and Steve (Dave was too young) borrowed some pencils and used the blank side of some adverising papers andbegan drawing pictures of rabbits. They told us there was a prize for the best drawing.
 
Then we looked at Doktor's Pet Store. It was nearly Easter, and in the window was a sign "DRAWING FOR A FREE RABBIT."
 
I about the second grade Mark learned about the Americn Indians, He really got interested, and began making Indian drums and peace pipes. I told him about flint arrowheads, and that people are still finding them today. Later that day I found him digging a hole in the back yard. He was confident he was going to find some arrowheads,
 
All three of the boys went through the Cub Scouts (you had to be eight to join) and Boy Scouts (you had to be eleven). The Cubs were organized as Pack 107 and met at Ranchwood School. For seven years, from the time Marked jopined the cubs until Dave went up to Scouts, I was the Cubmaster, and for much of that time their mother was a Den Mother.
 
Cub Scouts age eight and nine were considered too young to go camping in the wilds. Bit the rules permitted them to have sleepouts in someone's back yard, if there were parents and telephones available. I think those eight-year-olds were too young, for when the pack had a sleepout in a Den Mother's yard some of them brought their teddy bears as sleeping partners.
 
But ten-year-old Cubs were eligible to join a Webelos den to help them get ready for Boy Scouts. They could go camping in the wilds if they had plenty of adults along. Once our Webelos Den camped out at the Boy Scout camp - seven boys, all with their fathers.  Scott Young's dad was a doctor with a family practice. Brad Banko's dad was a pediatrician. Greg Auchard's dad was a bone specialist. Alan Lindquist's dad was a pathologist. Keith Kine's dad was a dentist. Jeff Jolley's dad, and Mark's dad, were the only two that were not in the medical field. We joked about having plenty of medical help in case of an accident.
 
When Mark joined Boy Scouts he was small for his age. That alway bothered him a lot, and having the last name of "Little" didn't help matters, either.
 
Some of the older scouts were making plans to go backpacking at Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico. Bruce Drushel, who had hiked Philmont the year before, was giving a talk to the troop, and told them "If you're in good shape it will be easy, but if you're not in good shape it will be pretty tought. And if you're like Markey Little, well, I don't think you should go to Philmont at all." There was laughter. For years Mark resented that cut-down. He made up his mind that, when he'd hike Philmont, he'd be out in front of the whole troop.
 
Love,