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Letters 10-27-2014

Paging Doctor Dan: The doctor’s promise to repeal Obamacare reminds me of the frantic restaurant owner hurrying to install an exhaust fan after the kitchen burns down. He voted 51 times to replace the ACA law; a colossal waste of money and time. It’s here to stay and he has nothing to replace it.

Evolution Is Real Science: Breathtaking inanity. That was the term used by Judge John Jones III in his elegant evisceration of creationist arguments attempting to equate it to evolutionary theory in his landmark Kitzmiller vs. Dover Board of Education decision in 2005.

U.S. No Global Police: Steven Tuttle in the October 13 issue is correct: our military, under the leadership of the President (not the Congress) is charged with protecting the country, its citizens, and its borders. It is not charged with  performing military missions in other places in the world just because they have something we want (oil), or we don’t like their form of government, or we want to force them to live by the UN or our rules.

Graffiti: Art Or Vandalism?: I walk the [Grand Traverse] Commons frequently and sometimes I include the loop up to the cistern just to go and see how the art on the cistern has evolved. Granted there is the occasional gross image or word but generally there is a flurry of color.

NMEAC Snubbed: Northern Michigan Environmental Action Council (NMEAC) is the Grand Traverse region’s oldest grassroots environmental advocacy organization. Preserving the environment through citizen action and education is our mission.

Vote, Everyone: Election Day on November 4 is fast approaching, and now is the time to make a commitment to vote. You may be getting sick of the political ads on TV, but instead, be grateful that you live in a free country with open elections. Take the time to learn about the candidates by contacting your county parties and doing research.

Do Fluoride Research: Hydrofluorosilicic acid, H2SiF6, is a byproduct from the production of fertilizer. This liquid, not environmentally safe, is scrubbed from the chimney of the fertilizer plant, put into containers, and shipped. Now it is a ‘product’ added to the public drinking water.

Meet The Homeless: As someone who volunteers for a Traverse City organization that works with homeless people, I am appalled at what is happening at the meetings regarding the homeless shelter. The people fighting this shelter need to get to know some homeless families. They have the wrong idea about who the homeless are.

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A Silver-Tongued Devil Offers Details in ‘My Life‘

Nancy Sundstrom - July 8th, 2004
It was expected that former American President Bill Clinton’s highly-anticipated autobiography would be one of the hottest sellers of the summer, but wasn’t expected was exactly just how hot it would be. Though it has been on the bookshelves for just two weeks now, there is only word to describe the barometer reading for “My Life,” and that is scorching.
Too bad we can’t say that for the tome itself, but we’ll get back to that in a minute.
In its first week out, “My Life” sold close to one million copies, and publisher Alfred A Knopf reports that 935,000 copies were bought in the first five days. The book went on sale on June 22, and more than 400,000 copies were snatched up in the U.S. on day one, making it the biggest debut ever for a non-fiction book. An equally impressive and interesting statistic is that the number of copies sold is double that of what is believed to be the previous record holder, Clinton’s wife, Senator Hillary Rodham Clinton’s “Living History.” Figures for international sales are not yet known, but the book is already in its third printing, with an expanded print run of about 2.6 million copies.
So what is all the fuss about?
The book seems to be a direct reflection of Clinton himself, a man who, for many, conjures up the words of an early Kris Kristofferson song: “partly truth, partly fiction, a walking contradiction.” While it is intriguing and engaging in many sections, it is also painstakingly detailed - to a fault - in others, rather like someone reading every entry in their Franklin planner aloud to you, whether you want to hear it or not. As another critic pointed out in a recent review, do we really need to know personal details about his childhood barber? There are times when this book can almost suck the energy out of a reader with exhaustive soul-searching that may render little insight for all the effort, only to be followed by a wildly entertaining take on everything from jazz music to nine-pound tumors.
Here are a few excerpts from the book that illustrate both of those points.

On his alcoholic stepfather:
“I was always reluctant to discuss with anyone the most difficult parts of my personal life... I now know this struggle is at least partly the result of growing up in an alcoholic home and the mechanisms I developed to cope with it. It took me a long time just to figure that out. It was even harder to learn which secrets to keep, which to let go of, which to avoid in the first place. I am still not sure I understand that completely. It looks as if it’s going to be a lifetime project.”

On marriage:
“Probably more has been written or said about our marriage than about any other in America. I’ve always been amazed at the people who felt free to analyze, criticize, and pontificate about it. After being married for nearly thirty years and observing my friends’ experiences with separation, reconciliations and divorces, I’ve learned that marriage, with all its magic and misery, its contentments and disappointments, remains a mystery, not easy for those in it to understand and largely inaccessible to outsiders.”

On marriage counseling:
“Hillary and I also began a serious counseling program, one day a week for about a year. For the first time in my life, I actually talked openly about feelings, experiences, and opinions about life, love and the nature of relationships. I didn’t like everything I learned about myself or my past, and it pained me to face the fact that my childhood and the life I’d led since growing up had made some things difficult for me that seemed to come more naturally to other people.”

On his reconciliation with his family:
“Despite everything, our daughter still loved me and wanted me to stand my ground. And, most important, Hillary stood with me and loved me through it all. From the time we first met, I had loved her laugh. In the midst of all the absurdity, we were laughing again, brought back together by our weekly counseling and our shared determination to fight off the right-wing coup. I almost wound up being grateful to my tormentors; they were probably the only people who could have made me look good to Hillary again. I even got off the couch.”

On his dealings with Palestinian leader Yasser Arafat:
“At times Arafat seemed confused, not wholly in command of the facts. I had felt for some time that he might not be at the top of his game any longer after all the years of spending the night in different places to dodge assassins’ bullets ... Arafat never said no (to a peace deal with Israel); he just couldn’t bring himself to say yes. Pride goeth before the fall.
“Right before I left office, Arafat in one of our last conversations, thanked me for all my efforts and told me what a great man I was. ‘Mr. Chairman,’ I replied. ‘I am not a great man. I am a failure, and you have made me one.’ I warned Arafat that he was single-handedly electing (Israeli Prime Minister Ariel) Sharon and that he would reap the whirlwind.”

Clinton’s guard is down in the earliest parts of his rags-to-riches saga, and he is a vivid storyteller as he recounts his youth while seamlessly blending in elements of American pop culture, politics and history. One can almost hear his distinctive southern drawl in their head as he talks about being 10-years-old and watching the national political conventions on his family’s new (and first) television set, or being a naïve, young candidate looking for votes in the Arkansas hills. On that occasion, he was told that, “Anybody who would campaign at a beer joint in Joiner at midnight on Saturday night deserves to carry one box.... You’ll win here. But it’ll be the only damn place you win in this county.” It turns out the observer was right on both counts. The “roller-coaster ride” of the 1992 campaign is one of the highlights of the book, as well, but in a case of art mimicking life, it seems to all go downhill once the nasty Lewinsky-Ken Starr-“vast Right Wing conspiracy” elements all come into play.
Is Clinton as honest in “My Life” as we wanted him to be? Probably not. Is it, as the book jacket promises, “the fullest, most concretely detailed, most nuanced account of a presidency ever written -- encompassing not only the high points and crises but the way the presidency actually works?” Without a doubt. Is it worth your time and highly readable? Absolutely.
In the end, this is a candid look at a man who has been many things to many people, among them, a president, son, brother, teacher, father, husband, flawed human being and impressive public figure. And, as Kristofferson said in “The Silver Tongued Devil,” also “partly truth, partly fiction, a walking contradiction.”
 
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