My days in the Four Corners are numbered now after a two-month sojourn. I paid a visit this morning to our local pond, which is famous among the cognoscenti but now drained down to primordial sludge in anticipation of water from a new artesian well. The occasional bubble rises to the surface, but I couldn’t photograph it, because I forgot to charge a battery last night. So be it.
Here in Utah, there’s a petition going around asking Governor Gary Herbert to outlaw fireworks on the Fourth because of the fire hazard.
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.
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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