Twisty, Curvy Roads

Borders are important and good rules are essential for a polite and civil society. A reply from a friend: "Just to clear on where I stand. Unsure of what is really happening in these detainment centers. I completely understand that there are some people trying to escape desperate situations. We have shitty immigration laws. Trump is right. We need to get all this stuff figured out in a big hurry. No one should be separated from anyone they love." My response: In general, I agree that no one should be separated from those they love. But "Love" is a big little word and what each of us understands it means can vary considerably. We have to look at the actions and, if we are going to err, I believe that it should be on the side of protecting the children. To me, that means when faced with a situation where no one is immediately certain, it is better to separate the child from the adult than to risk leaving the child with an adult who will ultimately harm

Note: This was a Facebook post partially in response to a post of a friend who seemed to be lamenting how our Nation is handling children who accompany adults who are engaged in illegally crossing our southern border. Jim Ivy I swore to myself that I would avoid making posts that involve politics. The knee-jerk reactions to the misleading media coverage and utterly unconscionable actions of politicians have led me to reconsider my oath. Below I share my own view of what is going on along our Southern border. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ______, you have a big heart. Sometimes parents harm their children by following their heart without regard to what is best for the child. When you hear the words "child" and "family", you associate them with yourself and your experience of child and family. That is inevitable, but not necessarily good. These "families" have put their children into a situation that is basically abusive. They have exposed these childre

Definitive Proof That Coat Hangers Party Hearty! =========== I used to think that coat hangers were nothing more than inanimate objects useful for keeping my clothes neatly off of the closet floor. Clearly, I was mistaken! Even the most casual glance into my closet reveals that, behind that closed closet door, those "innocent" coat hangers have been engaging in behavior that makes Emperor Caligula's orgies appear tamer than your local Methodist Sunday School class. Although I can't claim that I have ever caught any coat hangers in the act of "doing it", the convoluted tangle of coat hangers left behind is positive proof that they have engaged in some sort of highly reproductive group sex! When I was a kid, this was actually a good thing. I never found that operating a lemonade stand was particularly profitable, but it was a simple matter to gather the excess coat hangers from the closets in our home and sell them to the local dry cleaner for a cent or