A Day in the Life of Chaos

Recently former and possibly future presidential candidate Mike Huckabee, a minster from Arkansas and darling of the conservative Christian community gave a speech about health care.  As a minister I anticipated words filled with compassion for the sick and care for the poor.  This was after all the message of Jesus.  Throw out the money changers in the temple and care for the down trodden.  Had I lived prior to 100 A.D. Jesus would have likely found me to be a great sympathizer.   Well Minister Huckabee spoke concerning the issue of the new health care reform, specifically the new law that now forbids insurance companies from not insuring a person with a preexisting condition.  No longer can an infant born with a condition be denied.  No more can a person with a medical problem be denied coverage and sentenced to either death or poverty in the face of medical bills they can't afford.  While I would think Minister Huckabee's Christian leanings would have caused him to laud

There is a time in every parents life when they wonder if the punishment fit the crime.  When their child does something they shouldn't do, how do you respond?  Even worse, how do you respond when the crime is serious in the eyes of another and quite ridiculous in your own? I have attempted to look back to my own past for guidance yet have come up dry.  Perhaps it was because I was vastly more culpable of serious infraction than my child.  On the other hand, it might have something to do with the fact that on one occasion when my mother attempted to seriously punish me the entire affair ended in disaster.  I remember it as clear as day.  In my family there is this spoon.  Legend has it, it was given by a Russian Czarina to my Great Grandmother after she performed a piano concert for her accompanied by the legendary Polish pianist Paderewski.  In truth my grandmother was the family equivalent of a solitary bass fisherman who claims to have hooked a small whale in a local lake. 

Incoming Message: August 29, 2010 4:41pm 810-941-XXXX >>Hey boo its desmine (Creepy crawlyy Who was this this desmine in Michigan and why was he sending me a text on my phone?  I scanned my brain, Creepy crawlyy, Creepy crawlyy... With so many messages flying around the world it is only natural some deviate from their intended course.  I guess it is the modern equivalent of a letter miss-sent.  The kind that shows up in your mail box and you are immediately consumed with guilt.  Should you: return to sender, try to find the right person or trash it?  It seems somehow computer communication has intensified the problem.  Now the single miss-key of a digit or a letter can make all the difference. I remember once sitting in the office in a base camp in Trinidad, Bolivia.  I was stationed with an agent and earlier in the day another agent had sent me a highly critical email concerning him.  I can't remember why I copied it but I did and pasted it in another location.  A