Saturday, April 2, 2011

Republicans In Madison Ignored Law, Dinner Table Logic

The costly, historic political skirmishing right now in Madison is the fault of Scott Walker and his arrogant and sneaky allies.

I know what my parents would be saying if they were alive:

Mom was fond of telling us kids that "haste wakes waste."

And my Dad loved telling us about news stories and columns he'd "knocked out" at his Newsweek office, or in The Washington Post newsroom. His signature closing line to us was, "and he was hoist by his own petard."


Amen, and amen.

3 comments:

  1. "hoist with his own petard" — one of the all time great phrases. Thanks for all your great work at keeping us informed.

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  2. True that. The human condition hasn't changed much in the 400+ years since Wm Shakespeare wrote MacBeth. In fact, it seems as if petard production has ramped up and people are throwing themselves upon theirs as quickly as possible. Ouch!

    Speaking of favorite parental wisdoms, I've been thinking lately of my own dad who toiled in the teaching trenches long before WEAC** came into existence and who used to say that "no work is wrong as long as it's honest", "He [the person who seemed intimidating, or acted as if he were above everyone else] puts his pants on the same way I do--one leg at a time" and "Don't be a quitter." A wonderful teacher, role model and father, and great egalitarian whose ashes are spinning in their urn as the winds of destruction sweep through Wisconsin these days.

    **Whatever you think of WEAC, as one of five teacher's kids, there was life before WEAC and life after WEAC. 'After' came with basic dental. And no, we never rolled in the teaching dough. My dad didn't live long enough beyond his retirement to use its full benefits, but his widow, my 80 year-old mother, is barely covering her (necessary) assisted living expenses with his pension and her social security. That's before the state cuts pensions again, or if the feds should decide to reduce social security.

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