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Saturday, May 06, 2006

Californians

I was at the grocery store tonight and I saw my friend and her mom in the parking lot. I went over to say "Hi" and as I approached my friends mom was scolding the lady in the spot next to her for leaving her cart there instead of returning it to the cart holder, she informed her that, that's how peoples cars get dinged up. The lady responded with some heated words that I didn't hear, but as we were sitting there chatting the lady was pulling away, her pride obviously hurt, had to get one last shot at my friends mom and yelled out the window (in front of her 10 or so year old daughter) "The license plate explains it all!!!"
See my friend has California license plates. My friend however is a 5th generation born and raised Idahoan, she just moved back to California after moving there a few years ago when she was offered a job as head pastry chef at a restaurant.
My friends mom yelled back that they were 5th generation Idahoans and that she was just mad because she was lazy. Then my friend turned to me and said "she's probably from California herself."

While I find this particular incident funny, it ticks me off at the same time. It's stereotyping at it's worst, how can we ever expect this country to get over racism, homophobia, and profiling of any kind, if we can't even get along with people from our own country, just because people from different regions live their lives slightly different then our area. I'm sure California and Idaho are not the only states that have some idiot rivalry. All these letters to the editor in the local paper telling Californians to go home, make me ashamed of our state. Quit acting like a 5 year old child who didn't get his way and is now throwing a temper tantrum because you don't want to share your candy bar and get over it! Instead of being a baby come up with solutions to the problems that Californians supposedly are causing, maybe if you accept a little change or welcome people from another area, you'll find that you like them and that they have something to contribute to our area.

Let me know how you feel in about 5-10 years when you finally get fed up and think that the Californians have over-run your great state and when you head off to Canada and Montana and they treat you like scum and tell you to go home.

And no, I'm not from California, born and raised Coeur d' Aleneian.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Dear Mr. President

Looks like Pink is joining the Dixie Chicks and other singers who are using their music to speak out against the President. I think it's a very moving song, I just hope she doesn't get the same negative reaction that the Dixie Chicks got though. They also have a new album out with a song on it that is a reaction to how they were treated, also very powerful.

In addition to having powerful lyrics, the actual music is beautiful too.

"Dear Mr. President"(feat. Indigo Girls)

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work

Oh
How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

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