Big businesses run America and are the "economic backbone" of this country; they also control the political arm of the US. “Big business” lobbyists can be found at congressional buildings at all times. Monetary contributions from multi-million dollar companies pour into political campaigns on a daily basis; they do this in hopes of the business or industry being rewarded in the future.
I find it to be coincidental that the Bushes took their family oil business with them to the White House, which resulted in two invasions of Iraq, one of the largest oil producing countries in the world. The Bushes clearly claimed their reasoning for the invasion of Iraq was 'because of the atrocities committed against the Kuwaities' and then 'the democritization of Iraq.' Cleverly enough, through this premeditated war, Bush built tactical alliances with Saudi Arabia, another leading oil-exporting country.
Oh, and who could forget the contracts that Halliburton received? Here is another coincidence... our vice president at the time was the former CEO of Halliburton from the years 1995- 2000. He also continues to receive financial compensation from them, as well as lucrative stock options. Is it any wonder that they were granted a “ no-bid” contract worth $ 7 billion over 5 years? (I think not.)
How do all of these coincidences tie in with Cindy McCain? Ironically enough, ‘ Cindy is the chairman and majority owner of her family’s beer business… the largest Anheuser-Busch distributorships in this country.’ Of course, this would seem insignificant, had Bush Sr., Bush Jr., and Cheney not taken advantage of their high political positions to ensure financial success for themselves. They did this sufficiently by positively affecting various companies and industries, which could only benefit them. Selfish? (I think so). Because restrictions on alcohol are very uncompromising, I believe McCain’s presidency would result in diminishing regulatory controls on alcohol, thereby altering societal perceptions on drinking.
If McCain becomes president, I’m sure his wife will have significant influence over his presidential decisions. (I definitely see a future with even more drinking adds, a reduced drinking age, & a cut on alcohol taxes. The McCain’s stand to get even richer. Well, at least someone’s got society’s interest as their top priority.)
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I responded to New Orleans even later than FEMA:
Took me 2.5 years to meet the fate of Katrina;
Eager to donate useful (for a change) sweat-work
In March 08, with the Student Hurricane Network.
With my physique, I suffered no delusions of grandeur;
Didn’t think that in a week, I could move the whole standard,
But I hoped that I could simply do something constructive,
Something productive, something that might even uplift.
As we drove to our site through the infamous Ninth Ward,
What I saw was, at best, a ridiculous eyesore:
Houses crumbling, rotting – an absurdist mush,
So I thought “at least there’s plenty work for us.”
We met Daryl – our boss from the Sierra Club,
“Sustainability Projects” sounded fair enough;
Daryl – “Grizzly Adams” – conveyed subtle messages,
Drove a red truck around and praised “adult beverages.”
On Day 1, Grizzly Adams took us out to a field
From which weeds, rocks and trash would have to be cleared;
Though one struggled to see what communities are there,
Grizzly chuckled, “it shall be a community garden.”
Toiled feverishly under the Louisiana Sun,
Piling up all the debris until it seemed we were done;
Then, Grizzly appeared, addressing our dear group:
“Another neighbor (who’s not here) would like his yard cleared too…”
The next morning, still recovering from Jacques-Imos,
We greeted “tools,” then arrived some rakes, an ax and hoes.
Sweated for a couple hours, then we headed to
A swamp that Grizzly said was called “Bayou Bienvenue.”
“Soulpatch” warned us we should strip and do a wild dance,
If, while moving shingles, we were bit by fire ants;
On the site of an old junkyard, I grew very tired:
Shoveling through rocks was hard, we dug up buried tires.
On Day 3, we were dispatched to a small, brick house
Where we met Linda – tiny lady (without kids or spouse);
Some of us moved mounds of dirt, others strolled her strays,
And tried to salvage wood before her old abode was razed.
Yet another day at Linda’s, not much more to do
“The Joint” stayed on our agenda, holy barbeque!
And at night on Bourbon, never thought that I would hear an
Irish pub play “Little Hava and Little Nagila.”
On the final day, we even got to paint a home,
A reporter from the AP told us “way to go!”
Then at Preservation Hall, we heard an all-star band
And I kept my working gloves, and my farmer’s tan!
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