Barack Obama listed what he sees as his country’s “core interests” in my country Egypt and my region; his country’s “core principles” governing how it will act towards us, and his policies to promote US interests within the frame of US principles. Let’s translate the US president’s description of his “core interests in the region” into effects on the ground:
“Countering terrorism” has implicated (at least) Egypt, Syria and Jordan in the US’s extraordinary rendition programme, turning our governments into torturers for hire and consolidating a culture of security services supremacy and brutality that is killing Syrian protesters today and manifests itself in Egypt as a serious counter-revolution.
“Stopping the spread of nuclear weapons” highlights consistent US double standards as Arab nuclear scientists are murdered, the US threatens Iran, and Israel happily develops its illicit arsenal.
“Securing the free flow of commerce” has meant shoving crony capitalism down our throats, bribing governments to sell our national assets and blackmailing us into partnerships bad for us.
“Supporting Israel” has led to land, resources and hope being stolen from Palestinians while Egypt becomes their jailer and dishonest broker, losing its credibility and self-respect.
Obama has all the information above; he knows that Hosni Mubarak’s dedication to delivering US “core interests” is why the Egyptian millions demanded his departure, why Tahrir proclaimed him an “agent of America and Israel”, and why he is now under arrest.
Some of the neighbors near the arts fest yesterday were having yard sales, and I scooped up a box of those porcelain Christmas cottages and accessories for $5.
I showed my neighbor, and she wrinkled her nose. “You like those things?” she said.
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “Plus, I figure sooner or later, I’m going to be a grandmother, and that’s the kind of thing little kids love.”
The guy who sold them told me he and his wife are “really, really into Christmas.”
“So why are you getting rid of these?”
“I replaced them with a complete reproduction of the Wildwood boardwalk,” he said. “I even made the boardwalk out of individual pieces of balsa wood.” (Wildwood is the blue-collar beach town known for a huge boardwalk – “Las Vegas by the sea,” I call it.)
That just tickled me. I love these little enthusiasms that get us through the day, don’t you?
What’s your hobby? Other than smashing the oligarchy, I mean.
I was surprised to find that so few men are in the profession. (Two of the best therapists I had were men.)
When I’ve had female therapists, they were a little too “there, there!” for me. Always wanting to soothe and support (I have girlfriends for that) when frankly, I needed someone to kick my ass, challenge me, get me into gear. (This one therapist was much more interested in having me maintain my then-relationship than I was. I realized later that she enjoyed hearing my stories — because I’m such a good storyteller! She wanted to hear more every week, she thought we were a “wonderful” couple. We weren’t. I was there to untangle and disengage, and she insisted I try to adjust instead.)
Anyway, since my communication style is more male than female, I seem to do better with men. I mean, we do get into emotional stuff — but it’s not the main focus. Until I read this article, I didn’t realize that I’d beaten the odds by having a male therapist.
You may remember that I posted this a few weeks ago? Well, yesterday I met the artist, Robert Phillips. Turns out he’s not only from West Philly, he graduated from my old high school.
I knew as soon as I looked at his display that he’d done the work I pictured here. Nice stuff!
So not everyone in the community is thrilled with Obama. Are they allowed to say it out loud?