This past week, as I drove through Central Washington, I came face to face with the horrifying destruction caused by the wildfires currently raging through much of Washington State. The haze was so thick that it was difficult to see.
I only have part of my life left and I moved to America to be happy. I have to work a lot because I need to pay bills, but I have to protect myself from getting sick or having a breakdown. Because that, I cannot afford. So I have started to meditate; I am forcing myself to do one thing at a time.
If Kafka were around to design a plan for governance, the result would be this pay-your-own-way approach. When government tries to make some citizens pay for services we all rely on, the results are at best bizarre, at worst sinister.
On Feb. 7, Beatles lovers will celebrate the 50th anniversary of the band's arrival in America. While I like the Beatles, my siblings and I will be celebrating a different 50th anniversary: The arrival of our father in the United States.
The question the Republicans who are fighting to restore the cuts to military pensions really need to answer is, what makes all of these other brave men and women who work for the government less deserving of good pay, great benefits and public adoration?