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Comment from malcolm at 15:05 on 03_18_06 I'm a rugby player and fan and have been following the 6 Nations matches on Setanta Cable channel. England are absolute rubbish and, as I expected, and (sadly) hoped they lost to Ireland earlier today. The coach one Andy Robinson is useless and does not understand how to select a team to play rugby for the 21st century.
Look back to the great Basketball players of the 80's and 90's. Larry Bird, Magic Johnson, Dr J, Michael Jordan. They were all magnificent in their own way for two simple reasons. One, they read the game better than anybody else, and two, they used space more effectively.
When the English Rugby Coach picks players who use space, read the game well, and are balanced you will beginto see improvements.
Perry at scrum half for the A team was outstanding against the Irsih in a losing effort. Simpson Daniel, Tait, Lund, Sheridan, Voyce, Wilkinson, Barclay, Smith, etc. Get rid of the old players and start again. Cohen epitomises everything that is wrong with UK Rugby. His rugby brain is not evolved enough. Comment from malcolm at 10:09 on 03_03_06 Friday morning: I've just read an online article from MSNBC about a teacher being sent home for making anti-Bush remarks in a sociology class. The teacher was accused of being Liberal.
I do not know what the teacher said, however I think we need to review the politicising of dissent and the real value of logical analysis.
TRUTH has no political bias, unless of course we begin all discourse with the idea that opinions and truth are freely interchangeable.
If I were a Republican and you disagree with me do I immediately label you a Liberal. I am an interesting mix; part conservative, part independant and part Liberal. Probably like most people I suspect. However, where I differ is in my belief in indepnedent thinking. My natural instinct is, as I wrote many years ago, to consider information by its content and not by its source. I evaluate people's performance on just that their performance, not on who they are or what they say.
The high office of Presidency in this country has been badly let down for many years in the USA, be it Clinton or the Bush family.
Where are the individuals who are committed to building an economically strong, and socially and spiritually wise country? Native americans say we borrow the land from our granchildren. We could restate that and say "We take the future happiness of our grandchildren and consume it today."
I yearn for the day when politicians are motivated by Integrity, love or their fellow man and country, and take a long term view of the world.
Comment from malcolm at 17:22 on 03_02_06 Thursday pm. The snows falls rapidly and our white rabbits are prancing with delight. They will be still for a few minutes and then bound across the deck we have boarded up for their play area, nuzzling the snow with their little dark noses.
A beautiful site, and a far cry from the news that pours out from the TV and the computer. I read a brief report today about billions of dollars of lost revenues from energy taxes.
Some unknown individual erased a key clause in documents from 1997 reinstatng taxes on oil profits if if reaches a ertain upper limit. It reached that a while ago.
Once again the depths to which Washington will stoop never ceases to amaze me. And these folks say they are Christians! They are a bunch of thieves, and liars, exploiting the hard work and endeavor of many millions of people. When are people going to waken up to the realities of the political process in this country?
Comment from malcolm at 16:56 on 02_12_06 Another example of my high opinion of the General Accounting Office. Check out their web site and reports. In a nutshell, the last 2 elections have been rigged to benefit the Republicans. WHat price american democracy? I did not receive a reply from Chaffee!
To : Senator Lincoln Chafee From: Malcolm F. Davidson
Rhode Island Representative 72 Holbrook Avenue
170 Westminster Street Prudence Island
Suite 1100 RI 02872
Providence, RI 02903
Dear Senator Chafee,
As you know this has been a momentous week in Washington for people who remember the struggle for civil rights. It is difficult to imagine, in a fair democratic country, that there would be inequality across the great racial divide. This country has made great strides, but, as we can see from reading our daily newspapers, we still have more work ahead of us.
Rosa Parks was my boyhood hero(ine) and I had much admiration for her Courage. You Sir, drink from the same cup, unlike some of your colleagues. I have enclosed for your review a 2 page article on this subject. I also make reference below from the GAO website directly and draw your attention to the following report:
[GAO-05-956 ] Elections: Federal Efforts to Improve Security and Reliability of Electronic Voting Systems Are Under Way, but Key Activities Need to Be Completed
I’ve highlighted one sentence:-
In light of the recently demonstrated voting system problems, the differing views on how widespread these problems are, and the complexity of assuring the accuracy, integrity, confidentiality, and availability of voting systems throughout their life cycles, the security and reliability concerns raised in recent reports merit attention.
Indeed I believe that this should be front page news, for it strikes at the very essence of our political Integrity! However democracy in this country doesn’t work that way, we are fed what the “system” demands. I politely request that you give this matter your attention and, as an urgent matter, support immediate reform. I would like to think that when we send people to monitor elections in third world and former Soviet Block countries we have our own house in order. This is not about one party or the other, but about the very heart of the democratic process.
I have long had deep admiration for the GAO, their values transcend partisan bickering and they provide large amounts of valuable information for the private citizen and the elected official alike. This recent effort is one of their more worthy initiatives.
I appreciate your efforts for this State and ask that you now support the very democratic process that was bequeathed to us by the founding fathers. Thank you for your attention.
By the way I’m disappointed that you voted for John Bolton, he is unworthy of that position.
Yours Sincerely,
Malcolm F. Davidson
Comment from malcolm at 12:04 on 01_16_06 Just before Christmas. © Malcolm F. Davidson 12/15/05
I’ve always loved December, the final month of the year, a time to reflect upon the past year, and an opportunity to prepare for the new one, with utmost faith that next year will be better than the last. The supreme optimist, that’s me!
With every leading (bleeding) headline I think it can’t get any worse, yet it invariably does. We’ve heard about global warming, the increased extinction of various animals around the globe, mass starvation, needless and mindless warfare, but I always have this Faith that, no matter how bad it seems, it will be okay, it will work out in the end.
The spirit of Santa Claus for 365 days a year, not just on December 25th, and for everyone, not just Christians. Instead of warfare we’ll have “peacefare”, where folks will actually sit down and discuss their problems openly rather than solve them with brute force and ignorance. It can’t continue this way, we’re becoming spiritually bankrupt.
Instead of “talk radio” we’ll have “Listen radio”, where silence actually means ‘Life’ rather than ‘death’. We’re not human beings anymore we are human “doings”, never still for a moment.
There’ll be accountability for the politicians in all countries, regardless of their views, and there’ll be verification of the democratic process both abroad and here at home. I want my vote to count, and I want my fellow countryman’s vote to count, but only once.
Never mind the 3 Wise Men with their gold incense and myrrh, this Christmas I’m giving everyone the gifts of Integrity, Truth and Compassion. It’s less costly on the health care system and is easily given away. Oh and I’m also throwing in a poem about Winter Solstice.
WINTER SOLSTICE.
Flowers turn to gold and fall turns to winter for change is in the air.
Moon takes center stage as sun dips low hiding in shadows cast long over somber hill.
Icy hands of cold reach out and speak loud to bundled ears.
Winter Solstice, a time for thought, a time for reflection.
Gloomy days indeed, but within that black pool of freeze a glint of light, for the short day holds promise of the long.
Embrace this winter real, and clasp it tight impart a passion to feed the seed of summer which lies dormant amid this dark December day.
Malcolm F. Davidson © 12/1997
Comment from Malcolm at 19:53 on 01_08_06 It's hard to believe that we are already into the 2nd week of January. I've been following the Jack Abramoff scandal and the word that keeps coming to me is "Accountability". Any healthy institution requires oversight, and the democratic process is no different. It would seem easier to judge government overseas than it is to hold our own officials to a reasonable standard of behavior. Government and Ethics are strange bedfellows at the moment.
At least reality will hold people accountable eventually. The system will collapse under the weight of its own averice. There'll be an "averanche" of corrupt officials falling down the mountain of sleaze!
I know there are honest figures in Washington, but the system has a way of marginalizing them.
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Poems of the Month - January 2006
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It is the morning after
a solitary car, forlorn, waits in the parking lot
framed by grey starkness, alone
it sits waiting
mottled lines of white etched in the tarmac
paint a drab scene
if I look hard enough, I’m sure rain has begun to fall
fulfilling the image I have of last night.
Loneliness replaces hope as the clock ticks onward
nine became eleven and still she looked
sipping her drink
yearning to meet;
it’s a simple desire to have a mate
in both the vertical and horizontal position.
It’s been 4 years since she slept with a man
4 years of aloneness,
one solitary pillow,
like the car in the parking lot.
God damn it, she can’ take it any more
For last night she wanted so badly to touch
His roughness, feel his manhood
Noone in particular, just another body
To fill the void, the laughing alone
No one to share the joke with at
10 o’clock
in the evening;
And he was a willing participant.
How many cars want to leave the driveways
Of suburbia
but are afraid of being found alone
In the parking lot
In the parking lot alone
Waiting, waiting
for their driver to return
and drive back to reality
Back to aloneness?
Malcolm F. Davidson ©
12/16/05
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The Writer
It is hard to know where they come from
these words, flowing from your pen
each day they appear on the page,
as if by magic.
I know that keys are tapped and files are kept
but words are still the same pouring from
your essence
tilled furrows of your fertile mind give up their lines
hour upon hour effortless
but yet, behind the scenes it takes its toll I
know
the bee does suck the pollen from the stamen
your words do pollinate my mind
and thoughts do bloom
were it so that many flowers will come from this endeavor?
if bees do die they say our world will die the same
I wonder if our minds will die for lack of what you write?
Writer’s block is not a thing you comprehend or so it seems
from where come these paragraphs, distillations of many
you are a veritable perpetual motion machine
each day the pages full appear
now they must be read, for kept away from all
would be a crime of knowing less
and more enlightenment is what we thirst.
Keep them coming dear writer, they will be read
For drink we will from Wisdom’s daily cup.
Malcolm F. Davidson ©
01/08/06
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The Dive
She had gone to
Florida
for a dive
It was her passion, diving
Striving to see the underwater creatures
Free and unquestioning in the water
Swimming wherever they feel
Guided by instinct
Darting on a charted course
Mapped out by their genes
Going nowhere and everywhere
She is ready to jump, Wet suit ready
Oxygen tanks full
Brimming with their life force
Yet she is not ready to go into the unknown
this time
for something is holding her back
from viewing the coral and the fish
she loves so much
Drums and Jacks and Tripletail
must be left in the water below
something is stopping the show
this time.
“It did not feel right” she said later
I was glad she had the courage of her convictions
Murky waters hid the pristine unseen below
What darkness hides us from our light?
the ego daubed across our souls
important me, hiding, lost on the surface
choppy seas masking the beauty beneath
in time the sea will clear
or I will harden brittle, unable to sway
with the moods of life and weather
for her there will be another dive
And all will be well,
As sunken wrecks reveal their stories
Of courage and foolhardy mayhem
I get the chance to dive each day and view my buried treasure
What is holding me back from the plunge
this time?
Malcolm F. Davidson ©
20th November 2005
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