Herman Cain prefers a God-fearing doctor… apparently, so long as that God is not called Allah.
The Republican presidential candidate — who has come under the microscope for remarks about Muslims before — shared a story with a crowd at a Christian-themed amusement park about a time several years ago when he was being treated for colon cancer.
One physician was named Dr. Abdallah, which he thought “sounded too foreign.”
“I said to his physician assistant, I said ‘That sounds foreign’ — not that I had anything against foreign doctors — but it sounded too foreign,” the Republican presidential candidate told the audience at Orlando’s Holy Land Experience over the weekend.
But the assistant quickly calmed his fears, he said, as first reported by Yahoo News.
She told the pizza business magnate and devout Baptist that Dr. Abdallah was from Lebanon.
“’Oh Lebanon!’” Cain said. “My mind immediately started thinking, wait a minute, maybe his religious persuasion is different than mine. She could see the look on my face and she said, ‘Don’t worry, Mr. Cain, he’s a Christian from Lebanon.’”
To be a nice guy. People say I’m a nice guy, but it’s all in the details. Not interrupting people, not answering text messages shortly, not texting while I’m talking to somebody, apologizing, saying please and thank you, eye contact, turning my head and body to those talking to me, actually BEING THERE for my friends, and not making people laugh at another’s expense.
Some of it’s internal too. I want to stop passing judgement. Just because I can recognize a flaw in someone doesn’t mean I don’t possess that flaw as well. I don’t know everything. When I judge someone based on a physical trait I try to think about myself, and how I am physically. It puts things into perspective.
My mind wanders, even in face-to-face conversation. I’m even worse on the phone, not listening to what others say to me and asking for repetition. I sometimes mishear a perfectly clear statement because I’m too caught up in my own world. It feels unnatural, and it’s just plain rude.
To me, the problem isn’t necessarily being prejudiced. We are wired for such things. The problem is not being able to evaluate our thinking, and change it when it’s wrong.
I’m also starting to compile a list of names and e-mail addresses and Skype names from Facebook of people I want to make an effort to stay in contact with. The only reason I still have a Facebook is because it’s the fastest way to spread links, and I feel like my statuses have the ability to make people smile. All of the people I want to see/talk to, I already do through other means (texting, phone calls, e-mails, Tumblr). I want to get out there, and spread my ideas and writing through word of mouth.
Members of the media had Mayor Bloomberg and police commissioner Kelly in the Blue Room at City Hall. How many of them brought up that the media was essentially shut out of Zuccotti Park and the immediate area? How many times can Deputy Commissioner Paul Browne cover up the NYPD’s obvious attempts at a media blackout? How many New York Post reporters need to be subjected to “deliberate violence” before the New York Post covers the police brutality that’s occurred?
Members of the mainstream media, you are here on Tumblr and in your newsrooms. Ask your news directors and managing editors and your investigative journalists why the NYPD is getting away with its own insidious form of censorship. Read your press passes and ask why you’re suddenly being barred from crossing police and fire lines to cover stories.
The pen is mightier than the sword. Now is the time to wield it.
“One fine day
Two dead soldiers
Got in a fight.
Back to back
They faced each other.
Drew their swords
And shot each other.
A deaf policeman
Heard the noise.
Came out and
Killed the two dead boys.
If you don’t believe
This lie it’s true.
Ask the blindman
He saw it too.”—
One Fine Day
A mid-19th century poem whose origins are unknown, but most likely originated in its modern form in the British Isles or the area surrounding it. You will also note that the band The Chariot uses lines from this poem as song titles in their album The Fiancee (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Fianc%C3%A9e_(album))
I find it ironic that Republicans have such disdain for the lazy, and yet their solution to everything is do nothing. Their answer to wealth inequality? Do nothing. Healthcare? Do nothing. Climate change? Nothing. Racism? Doesn’t exist. For a group of people so head over heels in love with self-reliance, they sure do recommend a lot of sitting on (one’s) ass.
If A Christmas Carol was performed by the Tea Party Dramatic Society, it would be a cautionary tale about how the hero, Scrooge — a blameless job creator — is turned into a socialist through the corrupting influence of Tiny Tim. And the play would end with a simple, plaintive question from Mr. Scrooge: ‘Just how much of my wealth does Mr. Tim think he’s entitled to?’
And that is the great Republican fallacy of this election: that our economic problem are due not to Wall Street’s gambling, but because too many Americans are lazy. But there are 16 million unemployed, and we only created 80,000 jobs last month. The problem isn’t laziness — it’s math.
This is where the Republican Party is now: in favor of people dying because they don’t have health insurance. In favor of letting people go unfed if they won’t work. And if they wanna work, but are Mexicans, in favor of putting up a fence that electrocutes them.
Skills everybody should have (and should teach to their children)
In no particular order:
- Cooking/Baking - How to ride a bike - How to repair and maintain that bike (seat, tires, wheels, chain, etc.) - How to write cursive - How to print neatly - How to swim - How to woodwork/use power tools - Basic electrical repair - Basic plumbing repair - Basic self-defense - How to mow the lawn/do other lawn work - Public speaking skills - Basic car repair - How to run basic computer repairs - At least one musical instrument - At least two of these languages including native language: English, Spanish, French, Chinese, Arabic, German - A love for reading - A love for learning - Appreciation of handmade/homemade over mass produced/bought - Basic respect (seems obvious, but it’s a lost asset)