Seen on a car in a very conservative city in Wisconsin, the area our Republican governor considers his “base.”
I’ll translate for those readers outside of my fair state. In Wisconsin, America’s Dairyland, this statement implies that Scott Walker is making one feel rather ill. Sick, in fact, quite sickly.
It’s a relief to know that there are still people out there who understand that Walker’s Wisconsin is going downhill, not up. And that, my friends, is making a lot of us feel ill.
from spring, 2013
My email has been overloaded with courses lately. I’m not sure why. Are the trainers and higher-educators getting desperate for business? I know few of us are taking extra courses or earning higher degrees now because we can’t afford it and because additional training and education no longer pays.
But reduced pay scales aside, this offer came through recently. There’s a lot of public attention to mental illnesses these days, so I actually read it instead of hitting delete.
Dealing with Metal Illness in the Classroom
I could have used this a few years ago, or a few years before that, or – the list goes on. Or could I? Let’s look more closely.
This course is designed for teachers, support staff and school counselors.
Okay, the focus is good. School counselors have been cut way back, though, due to the usual and customary budget constraints. When a student needs counseling, the teacher is the first and sometimes the last to handle it. If the student is lucky, his/her teacher will have had at least some counseling training. Next, please.
Participants will learn about the diagnostic characteristics of the various types of mood disorders and the other types of mental health disorders that mimic the symptoms of each.
Now they’ve lost me. Teachers can’t and don’t diagnose illness, whether physical or mental. We may recognize head lice and flu, and we might be the ones monitoring behavior that suggests attention deficit disorder, but we do not diagnose. Training us in “diagnostic characteristics” isn’t the right direction at all.
If we teachers are to help students with possible mental illnesses, we need to have opportunities to refer these students for real diagnosis and treatment. We need to have the connections with medical professionals, and we need permission to contact them. We need administrators who take our concerns seriously, and we need time – yes, time – to meet with and call parents so we can work as a team. We need school psychologists who take our concerns seriously, school social workers who do more than push papers, and most of all, administrators who care about our safety and well-being.
We need coworkers and support staff that will work with us. We need the public to respect our knowledge, our experience, and our observations.
Most of all, we need this because the students, the ones who need help, need us.
This is an encore from 2013. All, for better or worse, is still very true. Public trends are leading toward the need for more services in schools, but budgets don’t match the need. Until then, we teachers will still be the front line for those kids who need help.
Dear Congressman Gallagher;
Voting Yes on the American Health Care Act and then following your vote with a statement that included, “This legislation is far from perfect and I look forward to continuing the process of improving the bill as it makes its way through the U.S. Senate” does not give you a pass on accountability. Nice try, but not good enough.
Sincerely put off by the vote,
Daisy
Dear Speaker of the House Ryan;
I fail to understand the celebration after passing the American Health Care Act by only three votes. Were you celebrating a skin-of-your-teeth win? Or were you cheering for the Senate to take over and consequently take the blame for the resulting badly written legislation? Oh, by the way, did you even read the bill?
Not My Speaker,
Daisy
Dear County Executive Nelson;
Thank you for being frank with our Governor when he arrived for a photo opportunity. I noticed, as many others did, that the Governor responded rudely and would not state his position on the Health Care Act.
Still on your Side,
Daisy
Dear Governor Walker;
I was surprised you didn’t respond professionally when asked your position on the recently passed Health Care Act. After all, you mentioned earlier that day that you were looking forward to sticking it to people with pre-existing conditions, er, I mean taking advantage of parts of the law that would allow you to waive essential care requirements.
Sickly, and getting sicker,
Daisy.
Seen on Facebook – shared by reliable people on my timeline
Here are nine people who will lose their coverage under Trumpcare and one who won’t:
1. a diabetic
2. a cancer survivor
3. an asthmatic
4. someone with allergies
5. a heart disease patient
6. an HIV/AIDS patient
7. someone with chronic lung disease
8. someone with Cystic Fibrosis
9. someone with Multiple Sclerosis
10. any member of Congress
List by:
Dr Cathleen Greenberg
Oregon Health & Science University
Residency Family Medicine
Yale University School of Medicine
I kept hoping it wasn’t true, wasn’t that bad, so I called on my closest tool: the Internet. I searched for a reliable source (no alternative facts or fake news would do) and found the following.
In summary, the decision will be left up to the states whether to maintain two parts of the Affordable Care Act (a.k.a. ObamaCare). The first: the requirement to cover Essential Health Benefits, including but not limited to maternity care, birth control, and emergency room visits. The second is the part widely feared. The replacement for the Affordable Care Act would let states decide whether or not to keep the Community Rating Rules, the piece that insists coverage be available to all. All, that is, regardless of their zip code, gender, pre-existing conditions, and more.
Some states will weather this storm. Those (Minnesota, I’m looking at you) accepted federal funds to establish their health care exchanges. They set up a system that worked for their people, and they’re in a good place to continue covering state residents.
Mine? Under the questionable leadership of Scott Walker, a man who turned down federal funds for anything he could, a man who seemed to fear cooties from any funds that were generated thanks to President Obama, I fear my good state of Wisconsin will go with the GOP flow and let those two pieces of the AFA lapse.
We citizens with preexisting conditions will not be cut outright, but we’re likely to see our premiums go sky high to the point where we can no longer afford health insurance. And that, my friends, is scary.
What can we do about it? We can lobby. Call, write, email, call, write, and email our legislators. Give them these two points:
I think it’s a good time to write a few postcards.
Listen to the Scientists.
Climate Change is Real!
Make America Think Again!
Science and Education are crucial to a Sustainable Future!
Think Global; Act Local (I prefer “Think Globally, Act Locally, personally)
Alternative Energy, not Alternative Facts
With that last one, I must persist in my role as English Language Arts teacher as much as my role as progressive activist. Positive statements are much stronger than negative. If you, the sign maker, need the word NOT in big letters, go back and rephrase it. For example, “Climate Change is Real!” is much stronger than this slogan.
NOT is not a good word for a protest sign.
The phrase “Liberal Conspiracy” is more likely to stick in someone’s mind than the idea that “Science is Real.” The sign to the right has a major problem, too: no one can read it. The letters are much too thin and faint, and they fade completely in the bright sunlight.
This sign is a good example of what NOT to do. Too pale, and features NOT prominently instead of a slogan.
Clever. Could backfire, though, if those watching the march don’t get it and instead feel insulted.
Picture is from a different rally, but I saw tee-shirts announcing this philosophy.
As for message, this one gets right to the point.
I’m with her, indeed.
Actual text message conversation:
Daisy: We’re on our way to your place. Hitting the road now.
La Petite: See you soon!
La Petite: I have a ton of small mason jars from candles if you want to take them home.
Daisy: Yes, I can fake the jars off your hands.
Daisy: Take.
La Petite; Fake jars!! Fake news!!
Daisy: Dad wants to know if they’re alternative jars.
La Petite: They’re filled with alternative jam.
Okay, readers, it’s your turn. What’s alternative jam to you? Preserves?
I enjoyed choosing postcards for this draft. These were perfect for writing to my elected officials with my concerns about the Environmental Protection Agency.
The background is Chuck’s computer chip clipboard.
There were so many issues swirling in my head! I focused on the EPA because Earth Day is approaching and because Earth Day originated in Wisconsin, thanks to Senator Gaylord Nelson.
Meanwhile, did I mention that my congressional representative “wrote” back? It was the equivalent of an Auto-Reply to an email. I’d written about education, and the response was a generic letter full of platitudes about education. Well, it’s a start.
Readers, if you haven’t been around long enough to recognize the Daisy Reality Show, here’s a brief introduction.
Daisy (yours truly) hosts a reality show at the O.K. Chorale. The show’s director and her bumbling assistant keep the show on track and provide a running commentary off-screen. This episode “aired” in late summer of 2013, two years before the surprise guest was recruited to become Speaker of the House. Oh, sorry. Was that a spoiler? Well, here goes.
Daisy: I’m baking cookies this afternoon. We have no snack foods worth eating. Well, few snack foods in the house. Peanuts, cashews, the makings for trail mix – that’s it.
Assistant: I see chips. What’s wrong with potato chips?
He had to ask, didn’t he?
Daisy: It’s like Michael Pollan says in his Food Rules: Eat food, not too much, mostly plants. In this case, I’m following his advice that whole foods are better than processed foods and junk food is okay in moderation when I make it myself.
Assistant (pretending to understand): Oh.
Daisy’s cell phone chirps, indicating a text message.
Daisy: Oh, it’s La Petite. She says:
So we were sitting at the fair eating ice cream and I spotted something terrifying — Paul Ryan.
Daisy (Laughing): That’s my daughter, a good progressive young woman! I’ll respond and tell her to run, run fast, run far in the other direction.
Director: Oh, I remember you were a volunteer for Obama last year. Was it really only a year ago?
Daisy (texting): It’s been a very full year. La Petite lives in Paul Ryan’s congressional district, and she took great pleasure in voting against him twice last November.
Assistant: She voted twice? Daisy’s phone chirps again.
Daisy: Here’s the next one!
I was walking towards him to document this with my camera and cousin Doodles, age 2, followed. Her mom was all like, “No, nooooo! Don’t get too close!”
And then, after Daisy responds with “He didn’t try to talk to her, did he? Scary.”
No, I didn’t want to talk to him either, so I stayed my distance. Took a photo of people in line to greet him.
Assistant: Twice? Is that legal?
Daisy: She voted for his opposition in two different races — Congress and Vice President.
Assistant: Oh. Um — never mind. Oh.
Daisy: Back to cookies! Real food for snacks at the O.K. Chorale.
Director: Camera One, zoom in on the cookbook.
Daisy: The recipe is on my blog.
Director: Camera One, zoom in on the laptop on the kitchen counter.
Readers, with the exception of the reality show, this post is entirely true. Cookies can be a good snack, I looked up the recipe on a previous post of Compost Happens, and La Petite really did text me the conversation above. She was mixing work with pleasure by photographing the county fair for the local paper and spending time there with her adorable toddler cousin and family.
It may have been Rosanne who said it first as she declared herself a Domestic Goddess and complained that her significant other couldn’t find anything without her help. “Like the uterus is a finding device?!” she would complain.
These days I’m hearing the womb brought up in health care discussions – again – and in protests. It goes far beyond the abortion conflict, the chatter around women’s health coverage. Birth control, prenatal care, childbirth, postnatal care, menopause, breast cancer, ovarian cancer – must I continue? I think I’ve listed enough to make my point. Women need certain health services that don’t directly benefit men. Directly, I said.
For every man who claims he’ll never need prenatal care, I’d like to remind him that his mother most likely did. Would he see his sisters, wife, daughters denied the medical checkups and procedures they need? Maybe I shouldn’t ask. Some of those speaking loudly might willingly deprive any females of what she needs medically.
And then we have the protesters shouting “Keep your hands off my uterus!” or “You don’t have one, you don’t get to choose!” And there’s the kicker.
You see, I no longer have a uterus. I had mine removed three years ago in a very much needed hysterectomy – the second most common surgery for women, following Cesarean section. Does the loss of this organ make my voice less valid in the fight for comprehensive health care for women?
Think it through, folks. Let’s not be hasty in the wording of our protest signs and speeches. I may not have a cervix or uterus anymore, but don’t count me out.
The original Executive Order on immigration was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or was it the hole in the dike? I have no idea how the protests started. I only know that citizens knew it was wrong. Americans knew they had to take steps to take care of those who fell victim to the timing of this awful, unconstitutional action.
Folks, it’s like the sixties, but with the addition of social media. When word gets out, it goes out far and it gets out fast. As I watched news from airports all over the country, I was struck by the signs. The homemade signs, quickly conceived and quickly made. They didn’t look uniform and artistic like the signs (and hats) of the Women’s March a week earlier, but they looked fantastic.
No hate; no fear; Immigrants are welcome here. No ban; No wall.
And it gets better.
Mr. Trump, you’re making Voldemort look compassionate!
Immigrants make America great!
Deport Trump!
Grandchild of an Immigrant (but she was white and Catholic, so that’s cool, right?)
Fear ignorance, not Muslims.
My grandfather is from Syria.
And a favorite, seen at several airports:
Give me your tired, your poor; your huddled masses yearning to breathe free; the retched refuse of your teeming shores;
Send these, the homeless, tempest, tossed to thee;
I lift my lamp upon the golden door!
Get used to it, Mr. President. You’re doing dumb things. People will resist. This isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last time the American people will speak out. Face it; the right of the people to peaceably assemble is still there, in the first amendment, and no executive order will knock it down.