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President Trump’s Speech to the United Nations, September 24, 2019
President Trump’s third address to the United Nations General Assembly was an unmistakably nationalist one, with the president reiterating the theme of his foreign policy doctrine, that all nations should be looking inward and considering their own interests first.
In a sober, scripted speech Tuesday, he focused more on criticizing other nations that he believes treat the U.S. unfairly than on uniting nations around principles of democracy and humanity.
The president hit on each of his favorite themes — unfair trade, imbalanced defense spending, illegal immigration, and socialism — reading from the teleprompter in a somewhat subdued manner.
“The future does not belong to globalists. The future belongs to patriots,” Mr. Trump said in one of the defining quotes of his more than 30-minute speech.
He singled out Iran for criticism, saying that the country deserves a government that cares about jobs for its people and for decreasing poverty. Mr. Trump said that after four decades of failure, it’s time for Iran’s leaders to stop threatening other countries and build up their own country.
But he followed up his critique with words of peace, stating that the U.S. is ready to embrace friendship with those who seek it, and it “has never believed in permanent enemies.”
“America knows that while anyone can make war, only the most courageous can seek peace,” he said.
His address came amid heightened instability in the Middle East, following the recent attack on Saudi oil facilities that the U.S. believes was carried out by Iran.
Mr. Trump also listed his complaints against China, including its “massive market barriers,” product dumping practices and forced technology transfers. He railed against the World Trade Organization for failing to compel China to liberalize its economy and called for “drastic change” to the international trade system. The second-largest economy in the world, he said, should not be allowed to declare itself a developing country at the expense of others.
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https://www.foxnews.com/opinion/victor-davis-hanson-world-war-ii
Note from ghr: I was 5 when the European part of World War II broke out in 1939.
I became acutely aware of it by the Spring of 1942 when I began able to read the cutlines of the war photos of the Sunday Pioneer Press rotogravure picture section of its Sunday newspapers, and the newspaper’s headlines of the Pacific front that Spring. “Battle at Midway”, was my entry to become part of the war effort , playing serious war games with my neighborhood buddies thereafter until August, 1945 when it all finally came to an end.
I couldn’t read story books, both then and now, but, even then, I could read a lot about real wars, draw maps, read cutlines to pictures available anywhere between the 16th century Spanish invasion of Aztec Mexico to the Korean War. I began collecting American state road maps in 1942….and have about 200 of them still stashed away somewhere.
My dad was 41 years old in 1942…..too old to go overseas. He became one of the local air raid wardens here in St. Paul….and with special helmet and vest practiced safety from air assaults twice a week from April to September that year. Our neighborhood house lights had to be out beginning from dusk on to dark for an hour or two.
We also began our Victory Garden in two empty lots across the alley behind our garage. My dad had agreed with the city to commit our family to be responsible for this national urban effort to support the war effort by providing food for neighbors on our block.
The city would plow the fields for us….My dad signed a contract. We were going to help the war effort. I had two step cousins, sons of my German step grandmother, age 16 and 18 who had joined the navy shortly after Pearl Harbor, and were sent to the Pacific front.
As life moved on that April, after Mom, Dad, and I had done all of the plantings, from radishes to sweet corn, potatoes to peas and even egg plant and okra, lettuce, and tomato plants to kholrabi, you name it, we must have planted it. They treated me as if I were an adult.
Honestly, I loved every minute of it. I loved the exploring, the planting, the learning from and with both my parents. Dad, however, had to work six days a week, pharmacist and manager of a downtown St. Paul Liggett Drug Company store. Mom picked up a terrible rash, so was confined to canning and the cooking world throughout the war.
I became king of the Victory Garden roost…..and in full truth, then and now, loved every moment of it. I weeded, mulched, fertilized, watered, planted, harvested, often thinking I was helping our war effort in a dreamy way. (I’d dive bomb the Colorado potato beetles eating potato foliage with my right hand “Lockheed Lightening” and bury these enemies into dad’s last year’s grease collection from his car….which was by then stored away in the garage until the war was over.
That war made me become a high school teacher of Social Studies, History, and Russian…..until the schools began to collapse as teaching knowledge institutions in the 1970s. I have worked in the plant world ever since….including this very day, next week, next month, and next Spring, Godwilling, at 85 years old!
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Just a Note: The first twenty years of my life were spent in a Jewish minority urban community…..the only minority community of those days in our part of the city. An American Jewish community would have to be urban. Our Jews were urban folk. Wealth accumulation was this minority’s cultural drive. American Jews have never been outdoor people. The students, despite their youth, collectively exuded airs of confidence to superiority because they were Jewish and were pressured at home to succeed at school. They left classes early Tuesday afternoons of the public school season to go to Hebrew School.
I learned that from school observation and experience.
Nevertheless, such specialties never seemed to have been allowed public in Uncle Sam’s world in my lifetime. They would be smeared as anti-Semitic, ergo evil, lies, unworthy of a true American no matter how truthful!
I also noted that a small number of Jewish students in my grade school classes cheated regularly while taking tests, notes inked on their wrists and such, a doing which never could have occurred in my mind. In my family grades never really mattered. Cheating on tests would have been a horror, a grievous sin in my child life. I was expected to be civil, polite, honest, and do as I was told by my teachers or else! Getting good grades was never mentioned.
I attended public elementary school from 1939-1948. ghr
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Student leaders of my graduation class from high school organized a reunion celebration which I shall, God willing, be attending this coming Tuesday. We survivors had all graduated from St. Paul Central High School, June, 1952. So many of us have been dying recently those leaders must have decided to speed up our showings before we all disappear.
High schools “taught” ninth grade then. No one normal would have been stupid enough to detach puberty developing human animals from seniors in high school “to kin” with seventh graders in junior high….except for typical College of Education majors of any day. Unlike our today, teachers actually taught knowledge in public school. They themselves, as it turned out, were well educated, civil and JudeoChristian….especially the Christian part.
The more knowledge I could amass, “the closer to God I would become” was the mantra I had heard again and again the ideal why I was in school. I was also expected to seek and discover a career for my future.
The only thing then I knew about the University of Minnesota is that it beat Nebraska 61-7 in the fall of 1945, the same autumn we began to get GIs; as teachers in 7th and 8th grades to replace the retiring demanding, encyclopedic, well educated old maids.
I had a reading problem. School mate, Brian Humphrey did too. We couldn’t read novels. My best friend, Jim Meeker could. He was a well disciplined, A-plus, super study, rather quiet guy and good student and reader. He could read nearly a novel per day!
I was reduced to Classic Comics….and loved the entanglements of their stories!!
A Mrs. Dagmar McClement was our basic 8th grade teacher at St. Paul’s Horace Mann Elementary School, K through 8th grade. A buxom bossy gal, intelligent, but NOT of the old maid well educated “religious and well learned” old guard type. It was, after all, only eighth grade and consuming knowledge hadn’t arrived yet!
I had seen the movie, “The Yearling” which was based on very popular novel of that day. Some time well after Christmas Mrs. McClement announced we would be having our annual “Weekly Reader” test from the folks who publish the “Weekly Reader” an up-to-day learning weekly news piece about general knowledge the publishers and educators of the day thought necessary to read and follow beyond the school curriculum….pictures of stuff, articles of animals, maps, paragraphs of historic events, 100 items for the eye to conquer for the mind.
I had no trouble reading paragraphs, even pages, books of history, especially where maps might be involved or newspaper articles. But, I could, can, never read or follow a novel.
Jim Meeker and I were the best of friends from first grade on. We played all sorts of games scholastically oriented at his house, just the two of us…..for years! He had a college-educated brother twelve years older than we were, who had lots of stuff available we could work with. I was certain he was my only real competitor.
Day of the annual Weekly Reader class test…..100 items, all short answer or multiple choice. I had left only one question blank, and was certain I had finished the rest of the items correctly. Jim told me he had left two blanks. It turned out no one was close to us.
One of the question items was a picture of a dromedary we had to identify in writing. Jim couldn’t name the creature so left the item blank.
I wrote in “DROMEDOR”. The answer should have been “DROMEDARY”.
Mrs. McClement didn’t like me. I knew that. She told the class I had misspelled the name of the animal, and therefore the answer was just as incorrect as Jim’s no answer at all. She reminded me and the class that Jim was a better all around student and therefore had earned the book!
I was “mature” enough NOT in any way to blame Jim. But, Dagmar was evil in my mind for the rest of the school year both in her classes and others. I had ‘hired’ an anger about school I had NEVER before experienced, which carried me to my first class in high school, English with Mabel Wicker the very next year.
There she was, that September….68 years old, her last year of teaching English. Four feet ten, 90 pounds, a confident but shadow of a woman, one wearing a red wig.
First hour, first day in her class we were to buy a pamphlet of Shakespeare’s “Merchant of Venice”. We had to buy all of our school books in those public school days. I looked at its first pages. I smelled trouble. I knew immediately Shakespeare English might as well be Chinese. I had, have, never been able to read a novel, even to this day…end of story!
The very next school day Miss Wicker began her Shakespeare menus….She began reading with “Enter Antonio”, who says, “In sooth. I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff ’tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; …….and such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.”
Salarino responds; “Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies with portly sail. Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood, Or as it were, the pageants of the sea, Do overpeer the petty traffickers, That curtsy to them, do them reverence, As they fly by them with their woven wings……..”
I was warned studying in high school would be a challenge. Unbeknownst to me, the fact she had already read the play to me as a member of the class made it possible for me to understand the core of the drama itself. I felt I was reading almost like anyone else. I so wanted to read properly!
There were forty kids in the class….mostly boys….which I didn’t recognize until two years later when my college prep teacher at Central, Grace Cochran, cornered me regarding my bad reading ability. “Who was your Freshman English teacher”, she asked. She told me Miss Wicker was the English teacher responsible for weeding poor readers out of the college prep line sending them to machine shop. I admitted I hated Wm. Thackeray stuff, and by Nature couldn’t read “Vanity Fair” anyway.
She soothed me by mentioning a lot of boys were poor novel readers…..She told me to stay with my Classic Comics habit….at least I would know the Classics’ basic plots.
Miss Wicker failed me the first marking period. She called each of her forty students as they were seated, by alphabetical order to come quickly to her desk…..I, being Ray, was toward the end of the list, meaning I had to sweat longer. She called each of us by her same tone and volume. When needed she spoke loudly so every student in the room knew who isn’t working up to ‘snuff’.
I was quite nervous waiting for my turn. I wasn’t used to doing homework. “Mr. Ray!”
On her desk there sat a black ink well and a red ink well. Each grading card was a small stiff card with the titles of classes on the left, with six or eight grading periods awaiting marks toward the right. One’s grades were open for the world to see.
Our meeting was brief. She admired my improvements on her test scores concerning Shakespeare….However, she showed me the total absence of any and all homework I was supposed to do….
Her pen reached to the RED ink well. Miss Wicker made as big a red “F” as she could in the space fit for the grade…..THE VERY FIRST CLASS MARKING ON MY REPORT CARD FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR for all to see!!! My first grade at Central!
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The following Los Angeles story was sent by California’s Lisa Rich:
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Starring Glen Campbell:
You may never have seen Glen play like this before. This is world-class guitar playing and Campbell makes it look easy.
The sounds of Glen Campbell on guitar and the symphony orchestra playing Rossini’s“William Tell Overture” will take you
back to those golden days of yesteryear, when the strains of Rossini’s masterpiece coming over the TV meant the Lone Ranger show was about to begin.Remember?
https://www.youtube.com/embed/GUBhE00h9U0?feature=player_detailpage
(Sent by Mark Waldeland.)
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