17 October, 2012 by Jessie Hagen, M.A.

Who is to blame for the sad state of affairs…

So Tagg Romney says he would like to punch the President for calling his dad a liar. The online comments then flow as to who would deliver the knock out punch to Tagg before the Secret Service reached him – The President or the First Lady.

But the real question is why it is okay for Tagg to be upset that the President called his dad a liar when his dad keeps calling the President a liar?

This President has been called a liar since before he took office, his very citizenship disbelieved.

Politics is all about spin, always has been, but have we crossed a line? Why has it become so abhorrent? Not the spin, but the mud-slinging.

At the end of the day, We The People had better take a long hard look at ourselves, because as much as we like to blame our politicians for the state in which we find ourselves, we cannot lay the blame for all the accusations and hatred at their feet. The mud-slinging and the name calling and the horrid bigotry does not start with them, for they are just representatives of the people.

When we lose all respect for the office they hold, and the office is not separate from the holder as much as we might want to argue the point, then We The People, and not those we elect, will be the destruction of our nation.

Follow-up: Morning After: When I shared this to my Facebook Wall last night I commented, “It really isn’t a joking matter…” and just now, the morning after, I saw the following ABC headline “Tagg Romney Jests That he Wants to ‘Take a Swing’ at President.”

But it really isn’t a joking matter, now is it?

Tagg Romney’s apology

17 October, 2012 by Jessie Hagen, M.A.

Saith Me… Liberal Arts Education

This morning one of my college alumnae Facebook groups asked how we have used our liberal arts educations. This was my reply…

Well, I have worked for a few different states, in jobs I could never have imagined, when I was in school, occupying upon graduation, but it has been my sixteen year stint as a mom and my twelve years as a homeschool teacher in which my education has been most useful. Randolph-Macon Woman’s College taught me that there is intelligence and there is wisdom, and that it takes both to succeed. It certainly takes both to raise the next generation with any chance of survival. For it is clear they are smarter than we, but it rests on us to teach them wisdom.

16 October, 2012 by Jessie Hagen, M.A.

Age, Gender and Politics

I just read the oddest comment which asserts Secretary of State Clinton is too old for the job. Interesting opinion especially since she was born the same year as Mitt Romney. Even more interesting is that she has stated multiple times she is retiring this year. But Romney is campaigning for a new job.

Hmmmm…

In politics does age only matter when it is gender specific? Does it only matter if the person questioning age is the same generation as those in question? Does it matter at all?

Something certainly worth pondering…

13 October, 2012 by Jessie Hagen, M.A.

Saith Me… The Insanity of Illness

Possibly the worst thing about illness (besides the illness itself) is that while you lie in bed you feel as if you can take on the world. Then you stand up and reality sets in reminding you that you feel crappy. To add insult to injury, that is usually when your kids begin laughing at your patheticness and tell you to go back to bed.

12 October, 2012 by Jessie Hagen, M.A.

How to Judge a Debate…

Simply determine which side is calling the other rude and disrespectful. That is the losing side.

11 October, 2012 by Jessie Hagen, M.A.

Saith Me… When Mom Gets Sick

Crabby, cruddy and crappy. What more needs to be said?

At least I have lost weight. (snicker)

9 October, 2012 by Jessie Hagen, M.A.

Embracing Identity Through The Written Word

To most of the world, my son seems sullen and distant, but he deeply loves mankind and mourns for their troubles. His sullen appearance is just the outward refection of his deep concerns for the sorrows of man and his passionate desire to assist the downtrodden.

To most of the world, my daughter is sweet and domestic, but she is the ferocious defender the weak. If there is a crusade to join, an injustice to correct, my daughter’s dimples and giggles are quickly replaced by a threatening growl and a merciless strike.

The world seldom sees my children’s true nature, for in their youth they still hide their identity, feeling it offers them protection. But every so often they let down their guard and the world sees their nature. Often it is through their writings.

Teaching my children to write has been my goal, not simply for the normal communication reasons, but because writing is an outlet for them to freely express their nature. My son has learned to share ideas, life lessons, and words of compassion through writing. My daughter has learned to replace her fists with words. They are young and their skills are still in need of refining, but when their causes are just, their skills show a refinement beyond their age.

My job has not been to give them an identity, but allow them to find and embrace their own. This week they have both proven they have learned from me, but are not restricted by me. This makes me at peace.