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OPINION
Mountain Views News Saturday August 4, 2012
A message from the Editor:
STUART Tolchin..........On LIFE
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Susan Henderson
CITY EDITOR
Dean Lee
EAST VALLEY EDITOR
Joan Schmidt
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Howard Hays
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Stuart Tolchin
Kim Clymer-Kelley
Christopher Nyerges
Peter Dills
Hail Hamilton
Rich Johnson
Chris Bertrand
Ron Carter
Rev. James Snyder
Bobby Eldridge
Mary Carney
La Quetta Shamblee
Katie Hopkins
Deanne Davis
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Greg Wellborn
Dr. John Talevich
Meaghan Allen
Sean Kayden
TWO WORDS
THANK YOU! Yes, those are the words that I want to say
over and over again. Publishing this paper since 2007 has
been a wonderful experience, but I would never have been
able to do so without the encouragement and support of
the contributors and readers. You’ve helped us through
extremely difficult times and kept us motivated. Thanks
go out to all of you, even those who can only be critical of
the paper. Your criticism inspires too.
There is absolutely no way that we would have grown
from a 16 page large font weekly to a 24 page newspaper
full of information for our communities without extraordinarily
committed contributors.
I took a moment to look over the first edition - August 4,
2007 before starting on this issue. Elaine Aguilar had just
been hired as our City Manager and we are glad that she
is still here with us. Steve Tobia, who sold me his MVN
Newsmagazine has gone on to publish a very fine monthly
magazine - THE Magazine. Thank you Steve! And to Dean Lee, Rich Johnson,
Hail Hamilton, Paul Carpenter, Kim Clymer, Bob Eklund, Peter Dills, Chris Bertrand,
Pat Birdsall, and Jeff Brown who were there from day one. Thank you. And
to those many others who choose to remain behind the scenes....Thank You. But
most importantly, thank you to my family who puts up with the 24/7 demands of
publishing the Mountain Views News. You are the best.
In my editorial on August 4, 2007 I told you that we would welcome “diversity
of opinion” and we have. I also committed to keep this publication a true community
newspaper, and we have done that too. And we have only been able to accomplish
that because of you, our readers. Thank You and Happy Birthday to Us!
IS IT MY IMAGINATION?
Have you noticed that people seem to be getting angry more
frequently? Maybe I’m the cause, but lately I’ve been having some
very unpleasant exchanges with some very dear old friends. A few
days ago, after playing a round of golf in the heat I stopped by an
old friend’s house just to chat and to talk about this cooking class
that I had been talking about taking together with her sixteen year
old son.
We carried on some innocuous chit chat for a while and were onto the subject
of group loyalty. I said something like “perhaps group loyalty explains why police
reports are often exercises in creative fiction wherein the writers of reports attempt to
protect one another”. I did not even intend this to be a controversial statement, as in
reading police reports for over forty years I have never seen a report which described
excessive use of force by an officer, notwithstanding the fact that independent
objective witnesses saw the matter differently
Really, thinking back on it now, it is not surprising that my ex-friend would
take exception to this statement; but to say she took exception would be a gross
understatement. She screamed; she yelled; she made faces; she called me names and
said that I was calling her, and all other police personnel, liars. She screamed that all
police were better people than I am and she threw me out of her house and ended a
thirty five year friendship.
Another incident occurred within the last week that has troubled me greatly.
Again there was involved an old friend dating all the way back to High School. I had
not seen much of my old friend and his wife, another old friend, for over a year and
arrangements were made for us to meet at the Getty and view the exhibit there. All
right, now that I think about it, the reason we had not seen each other for awhile
was that the last time we had been together there had been a dispute concerning the
sensitivity of teachers to economic differences within their classroom. I recounted
how terrible I used to feel during Community Chest Drives, during which I was
unable to make a contribution. My friend’s wife, an Elementary School teacher,
defended her profession and said that the problem must have been mine. The evening
did not end comfortably and my wife and I approached this new meeting with some
trepidation.
I promised my wife that I would do my best to avoid controversial subjects. This,
of course, is a shame because I love controversy and discussion. At dinner it was
mentioned, I guess by me but I’m not sure, that we had heard that my friend had
just learned that he had been adopted by the man whom he had lived with all during
his childhood and whom he thought was his biological father. All right I made the
mistake of asking how does that feel and my friend got crazy. My wife thought he
was going to hit me. I did not have that kind of fear but just felt horribly sad as he
said, “What’s the big deal! Why do people think it’s important? I don’t feel anything.”
Meanwhile, I just sat there wanting to cry.
As you can imagine there have been other episodes but my intent is not to recount
the numerous social mishaps of my recent past. Instead I want to utilize the language
sent to me by a reader of my last article. That article involved my discussion of the
horrible Colorado shootings at the Batman midnight show in Colorado. My reader,
who identifies himself as a practicing psychoanalyst, describes the shooter as “another
example of someone projecting their own internal chaos, conflicts, turmoil, and
fragmentation onto the outside world”. He adds that “Freud’s idea is that all human
psychology is about discharge. The human mind has to find some way of discharging
its tensions or it risks becoming extremely depressed, anxious, crazy, or having some
kind of physical illness.”
Right now, in my view, the world is falling apart. The economies of Europe and
the United States may well be teetering toward a great depression. Medically we are
all in danger of the occurrence of plagues resistant to all antibiotics. Meanwhile, we
continue to use fossil fuels and to destroy the habitability of the planet. Perhaps we all
want to ignore this information. Maybe it is best to hold on to our group affiliations
and to deny all problems.
I disagree; but for right now my only suggestion is to take good care of our children
and assist them to develop a healthy, aware mind right from the start of life. One
more thing. BE CAREFUL OUT THERE.
Susan Henderson,
Publisher/Editor
I OWE MITT AN APOLOGY By Tina Dupuy
Presumptive nominee Mitt Romney is
seemingly fixated on apologies. He's obsessed
with apologies like Bristol Palin
is obsessed with teen abstinence—like
BP is obsessed with clean energy—Marcus
Bachmann with curing homosexual
men ...
Mitt's book is titled "No Apology." He's
convinced the problem with Obama is
that he apologizes for America. Because
Mitt is so engrossed by apologies—he
sees apologies that aren't there.
Mitt, he'll tell you, doesn't apologize for
America. But he's had to apologize for
himself plenty. Aside from all the recent
gaffes and gauche statements that managed
to incense America's closest allies
in Europe, earning him the nickname
"Mitt the Twit," Mitt's ever-changing
policy positions are, for all intents and
purposes, apologies. It's saying his previous
stance on, say, women's health,
was wrong. For example: when Mitt
said abortion should be legal because
a close family friend had died from an
illegal abortion. He's now saying he's
righting (ahem) his stance on the issue
and declaring his vigil for his family
friend to be over. He's saying his
crowning achievement as governor of
a state, Obamacare, nee Romneycare, is
now a plague on humanity and must be
repealed.
A man who "retroactively retired" as
CEO of Bain Capital can effortlessly
adjust his positions. For a candidate
who's disgusted by apologies in his opponents—
who hurls the accusation of
apology as if it were a disqualifying offense
to all that is wholesome—he sure
walks back from, amends and revises
the stuff he says a lot.
So since apologies are so important to
Mr. Romney, I'd like to offer mine. I've
said on numerous occasions (some of
them broadcasted) that Mitt has been
running for president for 20 years. I
figured somewhere around 1992, Mitt,
having witnessed his father's failed run
for president and his mother's failed
run for Senate, was watching the first
Baby Boomer president (Bill Clinton)
being sent to the White House. It was
then he resolved that he, too, was going
to run for president.
Now if that were true and his planning
began the year Pope John Paul issued an
apology for the Inquisition's banning
Galileo, Mitt would have made some
different choices. His business practices
would have been, candidly, more
patriotic.
He wouldn't have laid-off American
workers, outsourcing jobs overseas,
and then expect those same American
workers to vote for him. He would have
built something, instead of destroying
corporations and getting rich off
the charcoal. If Mitt Romney had been
planning to run for president for 20
years, he would have anticipated releasing
his tax returns (his father pioneered
the practice) and made sure everything
on there was something he could be
proud of; returns he would happily release
to the public.
So I was wrong. Mitt hasn't been running
for president for 20 years. He made
money in a way that's legal but now is
embarrassed (think apologetic) about
how little he's paid in taxes, or what he's
made off his investments to show his
tax returns to voters. He's taken advantage
of tons of loopholes, parking his
money in foreign bank accounts. With
his business record, he'd be a controversial
presidential appointee, let alone a
presidential candidate himself. Sure it's
legal. But it's not ethical. Not for public
service. Especially not for the most
powerful position in the country.
So, Mitt, I'm sorry. I had been saying
something about you that just wasn't
true. You haven't been running for
president for two decades. You haven't
been paying attention to what would
play best to get yourself sworn into
office.
You've been paying attention to your
money.
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OUT TO PASTOR
A Weekly Religion Column by Rev. James Snyder
SO, THIS IS SUMMER, IS IT?
It was just
another day and
I was indulging a
carefree moment
of complaining
about the weather. “I can’t believe it’s so
hot today,” I muttered. I thought I was
talking to myself but obviously, I had an
audience.
Have you ever said or did something
not realizing somebody was watching
you?
Every time I am in a restaurant eating,
I endeavor to remember there is an
audience and try my very best not to spill
the soup on my lap. Although, I must
admit that that kind of lap dance always
gets a vigorous round of applause from
the audience. Don’t ask me how I know.
I thought, in my own special way of
thinking, that I was alone, only to find out
the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage
was within earshot of my remarks. I
must say she is rather remarkable. Those
“earshot moments” are quite extensive. I
will not go as far as to say that she can
read my mind, although I think she
can, but she seems to know what I am
thinking even before I go through the
effort and labor of thinking.
I do not know why I even spend the
energy thinking on my own. Even when
I do think up a thought of my own and
go so far as to express it, I am always
challenged. The challenge is, do not
think that way. The challenger is my wife.
Life would be so much easier, not to
mention less stressful, if I just would quit
thinking my own thoughts. It is when
I am thinking my own thoughts that I
get into trouble. Life would be so much
easier if I allowed someone else to think
my thoughts for me. After all, isn’t that
why men get married? Why women get
married still baffles me.
Getting back to my moment of
complaining. “I can’t believe,” I muttered,
“it’s so hot today.” To which, my wife
said, “Don’t you know it’s summer? And
don’t you know that it’s supposed to be
hot during the summer?”
I did know that but it did not make
the heat any more bearable. Then she
said something that rather confused me.
I have been confused before. Confusion
is a familiar territory to me. But this
confusion was different.
“If,” my wife said rather sternly,
“you can’t stand the heat get out of the
kitchen.”
What the kitchen had to do with it
being hot outside is way beyond my pay
scale. There was a brief moment when
I almost threw caution to the wind and
asked my wife what she meant by that
comment. Boy, am I glad I didn’t.
I make it a practice to stay as far
away from the kitchen as possible,
especially when my wife is present.
There is something about a kitchen that
makes me rather nervous to the point of
dropping her favorite cup and having it
break all over the floor. I stay out of the
kitchen, heat or no heat.
“If I remember correctly,” my wife said
as she stared at me rather intently, “a few
months ago you were complaining about
how cold it was.” She was right. It was not
but a few months ago, I was complaining
that it was so cold outside that I just
could not bear it.
“You’re going to have to make up your
mind.” That was a serious admonition
from her. For her to tell me to make up
my mind sends some very contradictory
messages to me. After all, she is forever
making up my mind for me. She seems
to know exactly what I want at the
restaurant and before I can get a word in
edgewise or otherwise, she has ordered
for me. I’m not complaining. She knows
exactly what I want.
“Either,” she continued, “it’s too hot or
it’s too cold. Now make up your mind.”
I smiled demurely in her direction and
nodded in the affirmative. Not wanting
to further the conversation I whispered
very gently, “Yes, dear.” It concluded our
tête-à-tête.
Later on in the evening, we were
watching television. It was the local
news and special report of the day had
to do with the record heat wave across
our country. “It’s been a long time,” the
weatherman said, “since we’ve seen
temperatures this high. Boy, is it hot out
there.”
I glanced in her direction as covertly
as possible and noticed she was staring
at me, just daring me to say something.
There is a time to say something and
then sometimes something should not
be said at all. I concealed my infectious
grin as much as possible knowing that
someone was watching me. Under my
breath I whispered, “I can’t believe it’s so
hot today.” After all, it is summer and it
is supposed to be hot. I just believe that
everybody has the right to complain
about the weather. I also believe that
some people have the right not to hear
me complain about the weather.
It is a well-noted mark of wisdom to
know when to speak and when not to
speak.
Solomon in the Old Testament had it
right when he said, “Even a fool, when he
holdeth his peace, is counted wise: and
he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a
man of understanding” (Proverbs 17:28
KJV).
So, this is summer, but you did not
hear it from me.
Rev. James L. Snyder is pastor of
the Family of God Fellowship, PO Box
831313, Ocala, FL 34483. He lives with
his wife, Martha, in Silver Springs Shores.
E-mail jamessnyder2@att.net. His web
site is www.jamessnyderministries.com
OLDIES BUT GOODIES
By the time you read this article there will be a week or less
left until my band, JJ Jukebox is slated to perform at the
Sierra Madre Concert in the Park. The date is Sunday, August
12th from 6:00 pm to 8:00pm. I am thankful to the City of
Sierra Madre, the Friends of the Sierra Madre Library, and
the Kiwanis Club for giving us this opportunity. Plus a special
nod to Ms. Susan Henderson with whom I am acquainted.
If you don’t know who or what we are, Barry, Steve, and I are
the Oldies part of the evening: an oldies band of oldies doing oldies. (I exclude Mike
because he really is a young whippersnapper.) The songs we do include “Kicks” by
Paul Revere and the Raiders, “Love Potion Number Nine” by the Searchers, “Ring
of Fire” by Johnny Cash and more from the 1960s and the 1970s.
The Goodies part of the evening festivities consist of four guest female vocalists.
Amy Kafkaloff is going to knock our socks off singing two Jefferson Airplane
classics, “White Rabbit” and “Somebody to Love”. Lisa Bowman is going to get us
bopping to Nancy Sinatra’s “These Boots Are Made For Walking”, and a surprise
song. Holly Imler will thrill us with the Beatle’s Classic, “The Night Before”. And
Jane Fuller will sing a classic song mixed in with one or two of her own.
A full and exciting evening to be sure. Come enjoy and dance to the oldies (and
the goodies).
Music is such an integral part of our lives. Remember how a certain song can
take you back to a big event in your life? Hopefully the memories are all warm
fuzzies. It’s interesting how certain records come about. The Johnny Cash song
“Ring of Fire”, highlighted by our own Barry Schwam, was actually co-written by
June Carter before she became June Carter Cash. And the song had a different
name, “Love’s Firey Ring”. The lyrics spoke about June’s inability to resist her future
husband Johnny. When Johnny recorded “Ring of Fire” he decided he wanted it to
have trumpets so he gave it “Tex-Mex” flavor to it. The song actually revived his
career.
Another song the Jukebox will be performing is the classic rock tune “Kicks”,
recorded by Paul Revere and the Raiders in 1966. The song was not written for
the Raiders. It was originally written for a British Invasion Band, The Animals,
but turned down by their lead singer Eric Burdon. “Kicks” was one of the first
anti-drug songs and is ranked as number 400 in Rolling Stone Magazines “500
Greatest Songs of All Time.” And this might surprise you. The Jefferson Airplane
song “White Rabbit” written by Grace Slick, was actually an anti-drug song. Grace
was criticizing parents who read these types of stories to their children (Alice took
pills and became smaller, and drank unknown liquids). “White Rabbit” is ranked
478 in “the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.)
Hope to see you on Sunday, August 12th.
RICH Johnson
Mountain Views News
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