You can also buy a bumper sticker promoting the cause for around 5 bucks by clicking on this link.

Basically it reads: POLITICIAN ACADEMY: Doctors and lawyers have to do it. Why not our nation’s leaders? Let this grassroots movement take root and spread like wildfire…for our children and their future!

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Now for today’s rant. After some mental rumination, I’ve come to the conclusion that Darwin was full of crap. Sure, he may have been right about that whole “survival of the fittest” thing, but announcing his theories to the world has done great harm. Although his publication preceded the Industrial Revolution by a number of decades, it wasn’t until the Industrial Age that society, particularly the West, began to use Darwinism as blatant justification for greed. In the name of this new “bible,” companies began to exploit the world, shaping a contentious landscape of dog-eat-dog commercialism and a new world view of competitive commerce. Industrialists have since created industrial environments as proof that Darwin was right, that hostile competition paves the way to a better society for everyone. And these industrialists have us convinced, because we all seek the best…the “new and improved.” Furthermore, we insist that companies provide us with those or lose to the competition. Although there may be benefits to this in terms of “progress,” has Industrial Darwinism defined our conception of such progress? What about spiritual progress? What about evolving in attributes such as compassion and understanding? What about striving to be a “new and improved” human being? What about working together in harmony to create a better world rather than fight one another in the mistaken belief that this will improve the lot of everyone? That said, I believe Darwin’s theory rationalized our need to compete, creating two divisions in our society: winners and losers. This, in turn, rationalized the human greed responsible for fueling the Industrial Revolution. Comments, even spirited and dissenting ones, are welcome.

I, on the other hand, even feel apprehensive when I’m at a party among people I don’t know. Even people I know a little. But I do have a track record of facing those fears by pushing myself off the cliff toward them. For instance, I have always detested flying. Most of that is due to the horrid motion sickness I inherited from my father. I pride myself on fact that I alone know exactly what happens on a plane after all the other passengers have left. I feel an intimate relationship with the cleaning crew who dig gum out of the seats, collect snot infested tissues from the ash trays, and reluctantly remove my bloated sick sack after I slowly nod my pale green countenance in affirmation. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve been unloaded into the care of my parents via wheelchair. Nevertheless, while I was in my Internal Medicine residency, I felt compelled to get my private pilot’s license. I was a bundle of nerves before every lesson, making several trips to the bathroom prior to each one. On one of my solo cross country flights, I encountered some bumpy air and got sick enough to have to throw up in my flight computer case. But I did manage to land the plane in one piece. Facing fear nearly always has its advantages though. Pursuing flying lead me to my husband. He was my flight instructor. Now, I’m satisfied to fly Southwest and munch on peanuts with a motion sickness patch attached stealthily under my blouse.

Since then, I’ve sparred with other monsters like wakeboarding, motorcycling, skiing, scuba diving, and yep, even raising five (gulp) kids. Most recently, in an attempt to find an activity that I can enjoy with my husband, I’ve started horseback riding. This is no safe pastime, as Christopher Reeves could have testified. In fact, the first time I got on one since childhood was one of the most death defying feats of my life. The woman who tacked up the horse failed to cinch the saddle properly so that when I was loping up a steep embankment, it began to slip off. At the crest of the cliff, I grabbed futilely for a nearby tree, but momentum had already signed my dance card. I slipped off the horse and toppled, head over heels, looking none too graceful. At the bottom, my head slammed hard against the ground creating a sizable crater in helmet and causing me to see lots of pretty little stars. The wind was knocked out of me. I felt dazed. Stunned. As I was slowly performing inventory on various body parts, I heard my husband’s panic-stricken voice from above shouting “Elisa, MOOOVE!!!!!” Within seconds, I was aware of what sounded like a large herd of buffalo hurtling down upon me. I thought I was a goner when, shortly after, the horse’s entire 900 pound body, hooves up, landed on my back. When he struggled to right himself, I could feel ass and hooves pummeling me into a slab of ground chuck. Holy crap, it hurt. Eventually, Rune helped me up and I limped up the cliff observing in amazement the concerned, “deer in the headlights” look on his face. Fear of losing someone he loves is perhaps the only fear he knows. Once we reached the top, I dusted myself off and against my better judgment, got back on my horse, figuratively and literally. The real pain set in later that night. When I lost consciousness, Rune and my son, Erik, took me to a nearby emergency room because a week or so before, the whole Natasha Richardson thing had happened. In the end, I suffered several broken ribs, a lung contusion and a concussion. Now, when I ride horses, I do so with trepidation and respect, but I adore them and enjoy their companionship.

That said, fear will make you a stronger person if you survive. It helps you learn what limits you have mentally, emotionally and physically. If you encourage yourself to push against those limits, they begin to expand, and fear, that big black monster, becomes a shrinking violet. You can have power over your fears. All you have to do is nudge yourself into the darkness.

And below we have the downside of school beginning again: Lukas, my 15 year old is taking (gulp) chemistry this year. Yep, that means it’s time to up the insurance coverage for the house. He comes straight home after Driver’s Ed (another horror story in and of itself) and starts concocting the most creative and intricate experiments on his own. His projects are just for his own entertainment; they’re not assigned in class, and he loves it!! Right now he’s making hydrogen gas. He asked for volunteers to light the gas with a match to see if it was flammable and I’m like…”Isn’t there something called the Hydrogen Bomb?” Thanks but I want every one of my molecules, as droopy and tired as they are, to stick together.