How will we survive
On the edge of a fiscal cliff
With dems and republicans
In their usual rifts?
How long can we hang on
to this dreaded ledge
Before someone finally stops
Driving this painful wedge?
How many more doll-
ars can they tightly squeeze
Without a Thank You, You’re
Welcome, or even a Please?
All we’re going to get
Is more and more taxation
While fattening their pockets
With their re-presentation.
Uncle Sam’s momma
Needs a new pair of shoes
So the rest of us keep on
Singing our green blues.
When out they called
‘Healthcare for all,’
They tried to pretend
They could carry that ball.
But when they cried out,
‘Feed the hungry,’
They forgot to mention
The missing word, ‘money.’
Money Hungry Food Pyramid
© Dec. 31, 2012 jody love
As the 2013 year rapidly approaches, U.S. national leaders scramble to try to build a bridge off one side of a fiscal cliff. Nothing like planning well in advance.
I wrote this poetic little pondering (because I thought it was better than our politicians’ poetic little panderings) in response to Trifecta’s Challenge for Week Fifty-Eight:
This week we want you to write on the third definition of:
1: to remain alive after the death of <he is survived by his wife>
2: to continue to exist or live after <survived the earthquake>
3: to continue to function or prosper despite : withstand <they survived many hardships>
- Your response must be between 33 and 333 words.
- You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post.
- The word itself needs to be included in your response.
- You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above.
- Only one entry per writer.
- Trifecta is open to everyone!! Please join us.
Need a worthwhile resolution for the New Year?
Resolve to save a life for just $10.
No More Malaria Gift Link
Eventually, the life could become your own.
One of this week’s WordPress Daily Prompts was this:
Franz Kafka said, “we ought to read only books that bite and sting us.” What’s the last thing you read that bit and stung you?
The last recent thing I’ve read that’s bit and stung me is that nearly 1 million people are dying annually from being bitten by malaria-infested mosquitoes, a large majority of them being children. And, truthfully, that really does bite!
We’re not talking fictional horror here. We’re talking about precious little faces that are very real to me – little ones who have survived a war-torn world only to face continued daily threats that could realistically be wiped out if enough people cared to make a difference. The cost is even ridiculously low. And, yet, few people are willing to respond. In further honesty, that reality stings.
Here’s the BUZZ:
Malaria is not a disease that only occurs in third world countries.
It’s not a disease that’s been eradicated.
As a matter of fact, my own grandmother suffered from the malaria parasite here in the United States. Once a person acquires malaria, it can be treated, but there is no cure. Outbreaks may occur throughout that person’s life, with malaria being responsible for many deaths, particularly in children under the age of 5.
3.3 billion people live in areas where this disease is a constant threat.
The “elimination” of malaria within developed countries, such as the U.S. and European ones, does not mean that it no longer exists. In the U.S., this “elimination” definition went into place circa 1950, through the impact from spraying and improved drainage. Yet, malaria still has the capability of affecting residents even of developed countries. The Center for Disease Control (CDC) estimates approximately 1,500 cases in the U.S. annually.
Outbreaks generally come from either mosquito-borne transmission, “airport” malaria (whereby mosquitoes survive from one country to another on a plane), congenital transmission (mother to child, during pregnancy or birth), and blood transfusions. Don’t fool yourself into feeling too safe. The CDC also explains that there are still ample numbers of the same types of mosquitoes around who created malaria problems for us within our past century.
In under-developed tropical/sub-tropical countries, malaria can run rampant. The largest worldwide malaria burden is in Africa, where 90% of malaria-related deaths occur. The CDC explains the reasons it is difficult to contain the disease there as:
an efficient mosquito that transmits the infection,
a high prevalence of the most deadly species of the parasite,
weak infrastructure to address the disease, and
high intervention costs that are difficult to bear in poor countries.
Prevention efforts include spraying, mosquito nets and education. Treatment efforts include getting medicines to the medical clinics and communication efforts to get people to them. Our nation, along with others, have assisted in funding many of the spraying efforts, and I’ve read articles recently explaining that if such efforts get reduced, we will go back many years in our worldwide efforts towards eradication.
The Imagine No Malaria campaign was put together by some strong and dedicated partners – partners that have no need to skim your money off the top before it goes to meet greater needs – including the United Nations Foundation and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, The World Health Organization, the people of the UMC, and others. No one is a stronger partner than those individuals willing to give to this effort, though.
I can’t imagine that $10 is too much to ask to save someone – particularly a young child – to either save a life, in general, or to greatly improve a person’s quality of life.
Daily Prompt: Have you ever made a New Year’s Resolution that you kept?
Ever wonder what makes a particular group of people click? And then keep on clicking for years afterwards? Essentially, such interaction requires ‘role acceptance.’
If you ever wish to learn how a person interacts within his/her designated family role, the dinner table is an excellent place to begin your investigation. As a matter of fact, families who don’t interact around a dinner table traditionally don’t interact well with one another in other areas of their lives.
Here’s an edited excerpt from a little dinner table investigation in At the Water’s Edge, where Douglas Donnelly has just returned home from a business trip to find a most unexpected and interesting interaction culminating between his two eldest sons.
More than anything else, I hope you enjoy interacting with the Donnelly family, as you get to know them better while clicking with their group.
Wey frowned, directing his own heated gaze onto Wil. He couldn’t understand why his brother had chosen their Ma’s lovely house guest as the target of his murkiness lately; and even Wey, normally light-hearted, was being infected by this sudden personality change. Not that Wil hadn’t always been more intense about everything, by Wey’s standard, but things were getting out of hand here.
Douglas was next to notice the sudden change in atmosphere, looking upon his wife in utter confusion. Cairine simply glanced back his way with an agitated, baffled shrug, as if to convey, ‘And this is how it’s been while you were away. Welcome home.’
Keeley leaned over to their guest, whispering something in her ear and giggling. Danielle attempted to muster a polite grin for Keeley’s sake. Wey hummed to himself – well, pretending for it to be to himself – to test the waters. Wil pretended to ignore him while continuing to sulk. Danielle wriggled in her chair.
Cairine let out an aggravated sigh, moving to stand and gather plates; but Douglas reached for her arm, giving a nearly imperceptible shake of his head. He was home, this was his family, and they would be having breakfast together. Plus, he was taking particular interest in the effect the pretty American guest was having on his two sons. He’d never seen either of them make much effort towards courting a young wan. And – unlike his fretting wife – being a man, he didn’t get too concerned over competition or even a few fists being slung around (as evidenced by the fact he hadn’t even brought up the fading black eye of his eldest son). A smirk of wonder twisted its way around his mouth as he considered whether the girl might have had something to do with that shiner. He tried to remove the amusement from his eyes before his own attractive and perceptive wife caught onto his thoughts. He inwardly grimaced, knowing from his peripheral vision it was too late.
Follow the Trifecta link here to vote for my entry or others this week in the Trifecta Community Challenge.
Hope you enjoyed clicking with the group! -jody
- Family Lessons (divineguidewithin.com)
- Lessons at the Dinner Table: Perception (humantriumphant.wordpress.com)
takes the historical,
and the whimsical
and wraps them all together
in a most delightful present.
Year after year,
the beauty of this same familiar package
never wears down,
it never fades.
The surprise never lessens,
the Christmas spirit never dies –
not as long as we determine we’re going to prepare our hearts to continue to open
this eternal, priceless gift.
Merry Christmas 2012! – jody