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January 14, 2011

O Pleaze. No More Tragedies for Profit by Politicians.

By E. T. SIMON

Although I originally published this elsewhere under a pen name; I wish to publish it here without the use of a pen name.

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Empty speeches. False Prophets. Profiteering Politicians in the face of Tragedy and Death amidst the salty tears of those who truly hurt and truly grieve the loss of loved ones, lives cut short, assassination attempts.

Barack Obama's words:

"I have come here tonight as an American who, like all Americans, kneels to pray with you today, and will stand by you tomorrow." 

sound so crafted and false. Will he stand with us today? The day or two and beyond after his Memorial Speech in Arizona?

Will he stand with the America that wants an end to the invasions and occupations of foreign lands. Operations preferably referred to by the Administration and those who buy the Administration's line as, "wars?"

Will he stand with the poor? The Brown skinned? The Elderly who needs a raise in their cost of living? The sick who need health insurance?

Obama's words to me sound like profiteering in the midst of tragedy. Profiteering aided by the entire tone of the media in the midst of this tragedy,  so evocative of the highly charged emotional climate which followed the September 11, 2001 tragedy. A salty lingering of tears which astute politicians and speech writers manipulate and take advantage of. A roguery aided and abeted by a press more intent on keeping bread and butter on their table than in speaking truth to power.

Obama said,

There is nothing I can say that will fill the sudden hole torn in your hearts. But know this: the hopes of a nation are here tonight. We mourn with you for the fallen. We join you in your grief. And we add our faith to yours that Representative Gabrielle Giffords and the other living victims of this tragedy pull through.

In those words he is pulling the strings of an entire Nation while duping the Nation again into believing in the hope the Nation (or many in the Nation) had stopped believing in.

What a cheap shot to use the dead and the recovering to resurrect his hope.

If Obama had any sense and any touch of compassion in his heart, there would have been no Eric Holder Speech in the Memorial. No Janet Napolitano Speech in the memorial. Michelle wouldn't have had to put on the same grieving face she wore at the memorial in Washington, D.C., for the Arizona victims the day before.

If Obama had any sense and no need to profiteer from pain, or tragedy. No need to profiteer from people dying, or people recovering, he might have just said, I am here to mourn the loss of those dear to you and to pray with you for those who are in different stages of their recovery.

He would have then turned the Memorial Service over to a rabbi, or a priest, or a minister, or even an Iman.

But he didn't. He chose to profiteer.

Shame on Obama. Shame on his staff who helped him do it. And shame on the press who ranted and raved calling Obama Healer in Chief.

Healer in Chief, Believe Me. He is Not.



Authors Bio:
E.T.SIMON ... Keeping the Bio Real and Transparent ...
E. T. SIMON is more often like a transplanted palm tree from the land of Santiago de Cuba where she was born to a Cuban, Tulane University, lawyer educated father and, a Mississippi, mother, great-granddaughter of American Revolutionary War hero, Brigadier General Andrew Pickens who is credited with the victory against the British in the Battle of the Cowpens. Although at times, E.T. Simon is more like, the fruit of the pecan of her Mississippi grandparents pecan farm of long ago, or even like the Sycamore so firmly rooted in the Florida Peninsula. As such, the daughter of bi-cultural, bi-lingual parents, E.T. Simon navigated the bi-cultural ties, bi-lingual shores of her birth, while learning to appreciate Cuban and Southern cuisine and cultures, from a very early age.

At the age of 15, two years after her mother's death, she dreamt about running away from her home to join the , "Bohemians" of the 1950s in New York's Greenwich Village and become a writer. She did not. In 1961, at the age of 18 her father sent her across the pond to her mother's family in Mississippi in an effort to keep her from falling prey to Fidel Castro's repressive agents who were on her trail for her opposition to Fidel Castro.
Bumpy rides, or not, In 1976, E.T. Simon, after twelve years of part time studies, with in-between times-off for parenting, obtained her B.A. in English with a Major in Literature and a double minor in Psychology and Philosophy. In 1985 she obtained her Master's Degree in Counseling and in 1987 her License in Marriage and Family Therapy.
Her quest to pursue a MFA in Creative Writing was derailed when a stuffed shirt Chaucer Literature Professor graded her paper on The Prioress Tale short of the A she needed to establish her credentials in the MFA Creative Writing Program, even while receiving the support of the Academic Dean who told her with a certain urgency, "don't stop writing. You'll find a way."
Prior to pursuing her graduate studies in counseling, Ms. E.T. Simon joined a Creative Writing Group where she honed in on some of the art and craft of writing and had the pleasure of attending poetry readings by Tess Gallagher, Denise Levertov, Rutabaga Rose and others.
Following her 1985 graduation, Ms. E.T. Simon proceeded to work as a counselor/family therapist until 1998 when, following surgery, she became a near recluse and has remained a near recluse for the last twelve years or so.
It was during those years that she worked as a counselor/family therapist that Ms. E.T. Simon learned that grief is a powerful agent which often contributes to the derailing of families; that human hearts can bury grief for generations and generations with the grief popping up unexpectedly as a symptom anywhere, sometimes even in someone else further along in the generations.
Ms. E.T. Simon also learned that when careful unearthing of buried grief happens and a person is enabled to truly grieve the pain of a loss they have been holding on to for years, then rebalancing of the derailment takes place and true healing occurs.

Writing is a lifelong love of E.T. Simon's, and whether she kept her writings buried in dusty drawers, or shared them with university professors, writers' groups, editors, or published them, the writer's flame burns undying in her. The flame of truth also burns in her along with the need to stand up for the underdog, of which, today, she finds herself to be one. This blended well in her throughout her years of computer activism for peace and social justice.

E.T. Simon's articles have been published under the name of TERESA SIMON-NOBLE, the pen name of ELENA DUMAS; and at times, under the additional pen name of SKYAGUNSTA, or SKYAGUNSTA PICKENS, both of which are a direct reference to her great-great-grandfather Brigadier General Andrew Pickens who was named "Skyagunsta," by Native Americans who came to appreciate him as a man of conscience. Please also know that whether the articles have been signed with one name, or another; with a pen name, or another, the writings have always come straight from my heart, my perception, and my core values.
In other words, it has always been me, and only me, writing the articles.

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