Lately, when I think of President Obama, King Solomon comes to mind.
From childhood, I was riveted by the story I heard in Sunday school about how the king determined which of two women was the real mother of a newborn infant by threatening to cleave it in half with a sword. Of course, the biological mother preferred to leave her baby whole even at the risk of not being able to care for it herself. At least, the baby would live.
President Obama should take a clue.
Years ago, when I was in a quandary about the direction of my career, I got some sound advice: Never fall in love with a corporation, because it’s constitutionally unable to reciprocate.
This week, the Supreme Court created a limited redress to that issue in Citizens United v the Federal Elections Commission, giving corporations unfettered permission to spend their general funds on the campaigns of politicians they favor, and turning them into “a real live boy” as Slate put it. Who says money can’t buy you love? If the Rehnquist court handed Republicans the presidency in 2000, it’s hard to believe the Roberts court hasn’t handed them the Congress in 2010.
As the Bush regime winds down, I am prone to serious mood swings. One minute I’m euphoric just thinking about Barack Obama putting his hand on Lincoln’s Bible, and the next I’m petrified of the minefields that have been laid in his path. One minute I’m listening with utter incredulity to George W. Bush list his “disappointments” about his time in office (no weapons of mass destruction after all) and the next I’m wondering if the karma created in the last eight years is going to sock it to us and our new leader.
Random reflections on politics, the media, political activism, women's lives and spirituality, often inspired by travel, cultural events or what I read.
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