My Dad Said Soak the Rich
"Soak the Rich" was my dad's complete platform during his 1968 run for President. He didn't believe in press hand-outs. He knew the reporters would find a way to confuse the three words.
For statistics he showed them his 9-hole 3-par golf scorecard. He had carded a 25, which was two under par. Still, it had more meat than the first Republican budget for 2010.
GHWB had the CIA drown the last two investigative reporters in 1988. The remaining ones mumble a lot and crush the press release with their hands as they leave the press conference.
My dad had a word for Americans such as they: panty waists. Epithets were few and far between from him and idle banter was unknown. After a Thanksgiving dinner he and my Uncle Bill spent the afternoon in the parlor in complete silence. In the days we worked together as house painters the conversation involved who would buy cold milk from the delivery truck for lunch. When it rained we went to the golf course. The wind in the trees made more noise than we did.
Why did such a man run for President? He felt his country needed him. He was right.
My dad was free from fear. Most people aren't.
Our Right to be Free from Fear
Bob Chen, Global Voices
Blogger Lan Xiaohuan （兰小欢）, in his post ‘Bitter Smile', reflects on how a nation permeated with fear has muzzled people's voice. Lamenting that the cost to claim the rights of a citizen is getting higher today, he also lampooned the infusing fear that crushes people's courage and love, concluding that Chinese have never really stood up without fear.
He starts with an anecdote of his childhood:
I was very timid when I was about 5 years old. One day back from school my sister told me a ghost story which is so scary that I was sleepless the entire night and thus kept my father awake, because I would shake him up once he fell asleep. Next day, my dad scolded my sister, ‘Look, you have scared him so much! I will beat you if you dare do this again!'