You can take the boy out of Louisiana, but you can’t take Louisiana out of the boy. On the positive side causing those pangs of homesickness and smiles and laughs of times past, this past week I enjoyed a photo taken by a former neighbor of a sunset at Grand Isle looking out over the Gulf. I just had to share that beautiful image with a meteorologist at WJLA.
I saw photos of Frank Jr., planting strawberries at his farm back home in the Hungarian Settlement. It’s strange but those photos have me yearning to once more experience the stiff back and aggravating sting akin to a paper cut I almost always felt from a clump of soil or most often a piece of black plastic temporarily wedging between a finger and a nail as I planted berries.
My Godmother’s youngest daughter, about 5 years my junior, had photos of their tailgate preparations for the game last night in Tiger Stadium. It’s a shame that we don’t have smell and taste capabilities through technology, but my mouth still watered at the sight of that pork loin stuffed with crawfish on their charcoal grill as they sat in the shade of the oaks on the LSU campus.
Last week was also the 8 year anniversary of “the block;” the first game back in the Dome following Katrina where Steve Gleason blocked the punt resulting in the first TD for the Saints against the Falcons. My living and teaching at a college in Georgia at the time made that night even sweeter. It’s a reflective memory today as I think about Steve and his battle with ALS or Lou Gehrig’s disease as some know the condition. Within a blink of an eye, an NFL athlete active in giving back to the local community as a player to a man confined to a wheelchair, unable to speak, and still giving back raising awareness of this crippling, deadly condition in hopes of finding a cure for those in the future is a humbling reminder to this Louisiana boy of quickly things happen.
The thoughts this past week, pleasurable, edifying in distinct ways and all connected to a positive home sickness. Those memories, the lessons, and the reminders of who I am, it saddens me to say that I’m glad that I left the Bayou State.
All it took to change the focus from past to present was a personal account of a former classmate. A friend, who like me sought to work in higher education. He’s a tenured professor at our undergraduate alma mater. He’s done quite well, and we share a mutual professional respect in addition to the friendship started years ago.
The issue is the debacle of the health insurance “reform” for state employees. Some people are trying to do the political spin, but this fiasco has nothing to do with ACA which many call Obamacare. As my friend relates, it is “A Nightmare Called Bobbycare.” It’s one of those alternatives from those who argue the catastrophe of Obamacare. (Please read some of my pieces on ACA before trying to label me on the topic).
In this case the substitute employed under the guise of reform, the benefit of privatization, is ineptness, fraud, deceit, and blatant theft.
For more background:
Here are features from Professor Bob Mann for his blog “Something Like the Truth” and his Times Picayune, nola.com, column concerning Common Core and this health care change with the state’s Office of Group Benefits which includes additional links to the background and primary source materials.
For anyone wanting a brief synopsis instead of delving into an admittedly substantial stack of reading:
Please watch a televised interview with Louisiana State Treasurer John Kennedy on the set of WWL TV in New Orleans. In the segment which is less than 4 minutes in length, Kennedy describes the state raiding millions of dollars.
To be fair, Governor Jindal is apparently taking the events back home in Louisiana as seriously as he has with previous issues where the public wants representation. So…
- Governor Bobby was up here near me the other day speaking to Value Voter Summit here in Washington D.C.
- He’s been up in New Hampshire.
- He’s been in Iowa (the state and not the town in Louisiana).
- As a media outlet in San Antonia reports: “Cruz, Jindal trying to drive conservative turnout” because the presidential caucuses in Iowa are merely a year and a half away.
I’m a strong believer in heritage, faith, family, effort, work, and even more effort and work combined with faith and some degrees of luck to just tread water in the United States. Multiply that effort, work, and maintain that faith regardless of pitfalls, and with luck you might even enjoy some success as opposed to just surviving day to day.
That’s what I fail to understand about many of these modern “conservatives.”
- Why are most things the fault of someone else in their opinions?
- Why do they imbue that the value is in talking about the messes that anyone can see without needing directions from another and not working to solve the problems?
- Why is it then about privatizing everything so that they and those who parrot the same thoughts can get their hands on more money?
People like these state workers and retirees in Louisiana do not matter, so why should Governor Bobby waste his time there?
I reckon that in Louisiana no state worker or retiree would consider or label themselves as “conservatives” since it’s only “liberals” who complain. I doubt if polling numbers would support my reckoning.
Think about it, in modern politics it appears that too many Veterans and the elderly do not matter, so why should Congress review the tax code, actually do something about the borders, or remain in session while these air strikes against ISIL are taking place?
Oh that’s right. It’s all Obama’s fault. Obama is going to play golf. Obama is going to vacation.
I wonder why Obama’s pen and phone that everyone complains about fails to operate at his vacation spots?
And of course, there are elections in November before they can focus all attention on getting elected in 2016 and catch up to the select Governors such as Governor Jindal and Senators such as Senator Cruz who are already campaigning for 2016.
Now that I think about it, there is a mess back home, but you know home is really where you hang your ole baseball cap up on a nail. There’s a mess right here in MD, and I reckon there is one wherever your cap is.