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Mindful Warriors and Community

Friday night’s escapist reading and entertainment started with pages 37-55 of Heckler’s “In Search of the Warrior Spirit”, a book that is dog-eared, annotated, highlighted, already heavily excerpted, and still valid and of interest and relevance on re-reading it. The focus of that flipped-to-open reading was on the meaning of warriorhood.

I had no fatherly or brotherly introduction to warriorhood of the kind detailed by Heckler or anything like the numerous experiences he references, but I was introduced to the “berets” at the age of 19.  I found that dusty old .30-06 in the attic, but that was no formal introduction. I mastered the stripping, cleaning and re-building of an M-1 Garand because I’d absconded with the cadet commander’s Instant Breakfast when he left it behind in that hidden bivouac of his I’d discovered on a snowy day atop Mount Toby; reference this treatise on authority as well as this one.

I bounced out of that program — I selected myself out (along wiht the nudgings of a roommate and a revered high school English teacher, who shunned me when I showed up in spit-polished jump boots and brass buttons) though the junior cadet sargeant who’d obviously been tasked with recruitment and retention made a significant effort to keep me in.

Perhaps that experience, much of which took place in the same locale and fifteen years earlier than the one recounted in Heckler’s book, was the prime reason I was attracted to the book that day in the bookstore at the local mall. I had just finished a long stint with a state association of emergency physicians which lurched to a difficult ending when the incoming president took great umbrage at my role in writing a postion paper that pointed out the absolute folly of thinking that the world’s better hospitals on the East Coast could care adequately for the victims of a limited nuclear exchange in Europe.

In retrospect, it is clear that I could have — if serendipity and synchronicity had been more active in my life at that time — crossed paths with Dr. Heckler. All the Frost poems in the world are useless if paths from the clearings of the forests of life so not show themselves. But I discovered in Heckler’s footprints a trio of people from a dojo in Tamalpais. I have read those people and many more since then. I never made to California.  My loss…

From there, late on Friday night, I naturally — but for no apparent reason — jumped to spending some companionable time with the book “The Miracle of Mindfulness” by Thich Nhat Hanh, where I quickly settled in “The Discourse of the Mindfulness of Breathing” (page 129), which may be the best and shortest pathway to meditation available. Before I personally put this to work, I paused to read the re-telling of Tolstoy’s story about the three questions to the Emperor (page 69), which is a bliss-inducing deliciousness which served as fodder for the meditation. As I prepared, I tarried long enough to re-visit David Richco’s “How to Be an Adult in Relationships: The Five Keys To Mindful Loving” which in one random page-opener confirmed the same lessons, so I made a note to myself to buy, build and assemble more bookcases so I could finish populating my office with five bankers’ boxes stuffed full of books on spirituality, religion and philosophy.

The meditation began with an awareness that my three domains are up for renewal within the fortnight and I wondered whether I should continue to invest in them or whether there was a different path. I can not renew them and watch them slowly evaporate into the Wayback Machine. I can perhaps renew them and re-name them, re-focusing and re-purposing them as I go.  Or I can simply buy a new ones. Heckler’s works sometimes focus on community and so I reviewed my life to wonder where I had experienced or established or been welcomed into community.

I reviewed the results of an exercise I’d done in years past [“Notes on the Perfect Job”], an extension of Bolles’ “flower” exercise (you can find the forms and pdf’s with your favorite search engine). The problem with those results, aside from or because of the fact that they were derived years and years ago, is that the skill groupings are probably pretty out of date. And I’m nearing the end of my life, am on a limited income, and have some health challenges. So the key was to focus on what will be needed by others in the near future that is within the grasp of what it is I can deliver in my current state physically and fiscally.


The breathing meditation began and quickly brought me to a state of relaxed ease in which I envisioned a dusty old burnt- sienna Siena, farms, fresh water, mass food service, doing art (photography, sketching, painting, music ), a coalescence of religious and social service functionaries conversant with the belief system for which that “early settler” in Ohio was noted to have been a missionary, and likely something about personal empowerment.






A related inquiry showed up serendipitously in my e-mail box from a recently-deceased disciple of someone who someone talks about ice cubes, meditation, compressed time and pure science.  

It’s disputed as to whether there are any secrets involved but paying attention to someone who grew up on an island surrounded by water capable of dissolving karma seems to make sense. 

Here, at least, is a series of explanations about the meditation technique taught by this fellow to Wayne Dyer, the ah meditation.

In search for information about /mind-sound-technology/, I found the July 2013 “hangout” entitled “Jewish & Yogic Power Sounds Decoded”, about the “secret power sounds that have been used by ancient traditions for access Higher Intelligence, to accomplish Effortless Success and to transcend your current reality”.  Here it is: 


Followed in September by “The Magic of Abracadabra”:


And later in October with http://shreemarakara.com/2013/10/26/the-ancient-yogis-knew-the-secrets-that-lay-within-the-brain/ 

I haven’t yet watched these.

You can read an interview with Dattatreya Siva “Baba” done eight years ago here:  http://www.sfgate.com/living/article/Dattatreya-Siva-Baba-the-YouTube-Guru-predicts-2481690.php 


An eccentric philosophy professor gave a one-question final exam after a semester dealing with a broad array of topics.

The class was already seated and ready to go when the professor picked up his chair, plopped it on top of his desk and wrote on the board:

“Using everything we have learned this semester, prove that this chair does not exist.”

Fingers flew, erasers erased, notebooks were filled in furious fashion.Some students wrote over 30 pages in one hour attempting to refute the existence of the chair.

One member of the class however, was up and finished in less than a minute.

Weeks later when the grades were posted, the rest of the group wondered how he could have gotten an “A” when he had barely written anything at all.

His answer consisted of two words:

“What chair?”




Life empowerment? Click here. 



The three most important questions in life:

• What was the right time to begin everything?

• Who were the right people to listen to, and whom to avoid?

• What was the most important thing to do?



The three answers:

• The most important time is NOW. The present is the only time over which we have power.

• The most important person is whoever you are with.

• The most important thing is to do good to the person you are with.

[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Three_Questions ]



By now, you may have seen this:


[…] an “ongoing pattern of disobedient, hostile and defiant behavior,” symptoms include questioning authority, negativity, defiance, argumentativeness, and being easily annoyed.

Music fanfare:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVgs38tpMhs (6:45) 


Here’s why I am angry about authority:

I have a deep sense of having been betrayed.

Everything I have been told by authority since I can remember has tuned out to be a lie.


Were my parents uninformed, deluded, in denial?  I’ll be kind and say that they were misled. I could be more harsh and say that they were complicit, at least through their own willful inattention.  That they were the victims of a poor education, or from having drunk the Koolaid, is a possibility.  But my father grew up within rock-throwing distance of Yale, and my step-mother belonged to a family whose patriarch is alleged to have been involved in MK-Ultra ritual sex abuse circles.

Can I prove that?  No, the references have been scrubbed off the Internet, but his picture grabbed from that article, the one that sent autonomic shivers of recognition down my persona the first time I saw it, still stares out at me from deep inside my hard drive. Was I directly involved?  Not to my conscious knowledge.  Indeed, it can be argued that my step-mother did what she could to keep me safely away from such depredations, and perhaps that is the deep dark inner family secret no one wants to talk about. But she still whupped me regularly, and abused me psychologically, and one person with the requisite experience and knowledge told me one thing she had done went dangerously near a line that no adult should ever cross.

Were my teachers uninformed?  No, but individuals can’t do much in a system in which they are constantly watched, guided, harangued, and given boundaries.

Were my community officials complicit? Perhaps, but complicity is the group norm; otherwise your earning potential, career or lives will be made to suffer. We were all good Germans at one point in time or another.

We were the recipients of that golden glow that emanated from post-World-War-II economics; don’t rock the boat when the sea is still and placid.

Was the truth about the Illuminati and Skull and Bones available to them?  I didn’t learn about this stuff until I was into my 50’s.  Why didn’t they question what had happened in Dallas?  In the kitchen of the Ambassador Hotel? On the balcony of the Lorraine Motel? In the Gulf of Tonkin? The communal elders  dutifully packed their first-born to a quick death or a lifetime of hell on the say-so of an obviously corrupt leadership. Their children did the same a generation later.

The hints that there was a hidden structure to American polity were available, though suppressed and, I’d guess, ridiculed. The experience of American politics and culture has been to move to the middle, to be herded. Although I didn’t discovered it until he died in the late 80’s, my father had two textbooks on propaganda on his bookshelf (neatly titled for the field of public relations).

But the legislative history of the great snookering was available to them; at that point in time, I was still two decades or more from being born, but the creature came out of the seaside swamps where the robber barons secretly gathered (and the requisite legislation) occurred on their watch (albeit with covert means and subterfuge).

[More recently we were told by the Speaker of the House that Congress had to pass the bill in order to know what was in it.]

Off they went to another war, to Federal income taxes, to a debt-based system run by a bunch of foreigners. Emma Lazarus, that sheltered aristocratic Jewish poetess daughter of an Ashkenazi, and Augustus Bartholdi, a French Freemason who married his wife in that same town celebrated by Lazarus in other poems, sold us a trojan horse known as Liberty Enlightening The World.

Lazarus was “an important forerunner of the Zionist movement. She argued for the creation of a Jewish homeland thirteen years before Theodor Herzl began to use the term Zionism.[12]]

Liberty was made gentle, the French themes of revolution and armed mobs having been made to evaporate by the idea’s progenitor, French law professor and politician Édouard René de Laboulaye, according to the history published in 2003.

Authority in the forms of political, social and cultural leadership made it fashionable, even de rigeur, to be something other than what you held yourself out to be.  (This while I attended a school with the motto Nosce Te Ipsum. )

This started with the hypocrisy of the church-goers, extended into those who purported to be of various religions but were really godless and intent on destroying spiritual faith, jumped into the world of politics where it appeared to be (erroneously) an occasional aberration, oozed its way into academia, and finally subsumed politics and diplomacy to the point where the only functional approaches in use today involve theatrical performances of news-making events, and false flags. Open manipulation of personal sovereignty through MK-Ultra-like adaptation of pharmaceutical and psychological/psychiatric intervention was still an unknown but has now come sharply into focus.  On one hand, we have robots to do the work and we have kidnapped and trafficked adolescents to provide sex and other services. The latter, of course, is in the news as a service provided by governmental intelligence operatives to royal families, presidential-caliber politicians, and the like for the mans of controlling them, but I am certain our parents knew of such things; they simply averted their eyes, covered ours, but made available the salacious by-products.

In many cases, our governments have been actively engaged in profiting from and providing to the composers the deadly products of narcotic drugs, the illicit types and those prescribed by the friendly people in white lab coats, samples easily provided in bulk by BigPharma, usually delivered by some handsome and attractive “rep” along with a pricey dinner and some high-class marketing handouts.

“In government, the term authority is often used interchangeably with power. However, their meanings differ: while power is defined as “the ability to influence somebody to do something that he/she would not have done”, authority refers to a claim of legitimacy, the justification and right to exercise that power.”

As children here in the USofA, we were immersed in the history and verbiage of the Declaration of Independence and brought to a state of veneration and worship for it and the government it eventually birthed. Right behind that was an almost equal veneration of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, both now badly eroded to the point of absence, like a barrier beach in the face of waves of assault by people who seized power through stolen elections, subterfuge, and the sheer power of massed money, much of it itself illicitly gotten through investment trickeries, cheating, or flat out control of the system of currency to the point where quarter-million-dollar loans at the rapscallion rate of far less than a percent are given out privately to friends like an extra slosh of a fine wine at a cocktail party in the Hamptons.

No such loan was made available to the commoners, of course; we had to pay 29.9% APR for the several hundreds we charged on one of their credit cards when we had no other choice, and then deal with the humiliation of repeated phone calls from their hired attorney/collector until we acquiesced with a check drawn from savings. But any dumb pumpkin could turn a handsome profit with a quarter-million at 0.0001% interest in a few short weeks, if only by paying off their house instead of being foreclosed upon.

“… authority has become a subject of research in a variety of empirical settings: the family (parental authority), small groups (informal authority of leadership), intermediate organizations such as schools, churches, armies, industries and bureaucracies (organizational and bureaucratic authorities), and society-wide or inclusive organizations….”

Where were these people in the last twenty years? How was their silence and complicity bought? What legitimacy (especially true of the mainstream media) can they now command?  They are apparently all out watching celebrating the use of “naked force exercised on false pretenses” by watching “atrocity porn”

A more recent and immediate example is that the condo manager in the condo-glump where I last resided insisted that solar power hadn’t yet been proven to be of value, but this report is just the most recent indicator that she was lying, incompetent, or at worst uninformed.

To appear to be ignorant while maintaining that others are mentally ill because they are better informed is a sign of duplicitousness, or psychopathology, or self-delusion.



Merciful Succor

Merciful Succor

An employee of the city of Boston was fired Friday for taking part in protests on I-93 in Milton on Thursday that snarled traffic for miles and diverted an ambulance, according to Boston Mayor Marty Walsh.

The youth communications specialist with the Department of Youth Engagement and Employment was arrested Thursday and charged with resisting arrest, conspiracy and willfully obstructing an emergency vehicle, according to Walsh.

Walsh did not provide the name of the employee, but did confirm they were a contract worker who had been employed by the city for two months.

On Friday, a hearing was conducted with the employee which resulted in the termination of their employment, according to Walsh.

“Mayor Walsh strongly respects the right to protest and the right to free speech, however finds it unacceptable for a City employee to put public safety at risk,” a statement Saturday from Walsh’s office read.

The protests shut down Interstate 93 northbound at East Milton Square south of the city, and I-93 south at Mystic Avenue north of the city.

Some of the protesters in Milton were sitting on the highway with their arms shoulder-deep inside sealed 1,200-pound barrels that appeared to be filled with cement.

Due to the backup caused by the protests, an Easton ambulance was forced to take Richard McGrath, an 83-year-old Easton man with “life-threatening” injuries, to a hospital less-equipped to treat the patient.



“… Firefighters first had to cut down a tree and then extricate McGrath from the vehicle, the chief said. That took about 20 minutes, and McGrath was on board a department ambulance at 8:02 a.m.

The diversion occurred about a minute later…..”


 “Easton Fire Chief Kevin Partridge said firefighters driving the ambulance with McGrath on board were en route to Boston Medical at 8:03 AM when they were alerted to the bottleneck created by protesters who closed off the Southeast Expressway.”


Back in the day, I used to know an awful lot about ambulances and long-distance ambulance transfer and life-threatening emergencies and such like.

When I was a area and regional EMS planner/coordinator/administrator charged with the development and improvement of an EMS system, I used to be a heavy proponent of what was called EMS Grand Rounds.

Yes, lil ole me actually wrote the first statewide plan for EMS in Massachusetts, working for Sylvia Queen, who’d been appointed by Governor King.  I was a junior assistant ‘royal court bailiff’ for the office of emergency medical services in the state department of public health who was recognized to have the ability to write coherently in volume, and I was given the 15 components of an EMS system and a typewriter and a desk.

[Eventually, I also wrote the first set of first responder training regulations, a position paper that insisted on standards for free-standing emergency care centers, and an effective regional mass casualty incident response plan. For four years, I ran medical conferences in emergency medicine and trauma management for emergency physicians and emergency nurses.]

I’d cut my teeth in the ambulance business working for a large private ambulance company in the Springfield/Chicopee/Holyoke area and was the shift supervisor/dispatcher when the call came in from Boston: 

“Send me everything you got; we just had a plane crash at Logan.” [Delta Flight 273]

I said “no!”. 


I’d driven the Mass. Pike many times, sometimes two or three times a day, transferring people with “life-threatening” emergencies from local hospitals to the big centers like Massachusetts General Hospital.  

I’d pilot a Cadillac ambulance over-stuffed with attendant/EMT,  the patient,  extra special equipment,  a nurse or doctor  (sometimes both)  at 120 mph


The day that phone call came in about Flight 273, I had at my command a fleet of 8-10 of these.

If you want to make way in a hurry on an Interstate highway at that kind of speed, there are certain techniques:

  • all lights flashing,  especially the white headlights  (illegal if installed on a personal vehicle);
  • no sirens;
  • straddling the line between lanes.

You’d think a police escort could be used but experience shows they are are much more risky than  helpful; we simply notified the State Police of our route and departure time and they watched for us as we streamed by, as did the State DPW vehicles who also had radios and could also call ahead (or backwards) to have key traffic routes identified, routes re-drawn, etc.

At 120 mph, the ride into Boston still took an hour. (You can’t do 120 for every inch of the trip. The record was fifty-five minutes. Hey, Norm! )


Nowadays, ambulance design and structure is more strictly regulated by the U.S. Department of Transportation and they look like a box. This is beneficial because the box has a lot more room for gear and people and it can be turned into a hospital room in miniature when necessary. 

But the boxy nature of the vehicle makes it far less likely to be driven at 120; I doubt there are many situations in which such a vehicle is brought to that kind of speed. The rollover risks would double with every added 5 mph, particularly if there’s a curve, another driver who didn’t see you, etc.  With a patient with a possibly-fractured neck or spine, you’d be looking for the least bumpy road.

But that’s okay because in today’s EMS system they’ve replaced the need for long emergency transfer by highway with trauma helicopters sometimes called MedFlight. The big trauma centers have them. Trauma is big money. Everyone wants a bigger slice.



This “Ferrari” was an upgrade to the old pick-up truck used by the trauma center in the center of the state.   


But the icing conditions that morning grounded the birds. 

On a different day, that old fellow would have been in a trauma center very quickly; these things cruise in a direct line, without having to stop for anything, at 160 mph. The birds  are hummingbirds. Landing zones are pre-planned, and drills with local EMS squads are routinely done.

So the super-sophisticated tools weren’t available; ack! what now? 

Well, the system is designed with multiple brains. You use time to think, and you ask others to help you think in parallel. 

[Note that I’ve also read almost three hundred books on performance psychology, team-building, and coaching, and digitized much of it into blog entries, an e-book, and more.  A re-mastering of that product line should be underway soon.]

The first brains are the people in the ambulance; the second rank are the officers and dispatchers who are aware, as we see here:


But the fire chief wasn’t thinking fully. Yes, he was properly concerned for the patient, and the public he serves.  

He may have also been stuck in the rut of thinking that his asset and its cargo were headed into Boston, and Boston must be the destination. Boston has a very high concentration of trauma centers and because of the hub-of-the-wheel nature of the road net and the city, they’re all within blocks of each other.

Here are two lists of trauma centers in Massachusetts.  We are proud of our capacities here in Massachusetts.

Hooray for our side.


Scroll down past the application to the attachment.



Remember I mentioned   EMS   Grand  Rounds?

Nobody in Massachusetts EMS ever wanted to do them. Why?

Grand Rounds in the world of medicine are where people get called to discuss and account for their mistakes. 

You’ve undoubtedly seen a few of them on some TV medical show. They are meetings.  There’s a hierarchy, and it will make itself known soon enough.

The meetings are ones in which certain cases are presented slowly so that those in attendance can think along with the man or woman who was wearing the decision boots that day (and, yes, in medicine, and in EMS, lots of people wear decision boots across the space and time involved). 

The Department of Medicine at the Yale School of Medicine sponsors a “Writing and Medicine” Grand Rounds which features various physician-authors. 

Grand Rounds are designed for learning.  Humility is your trump suit if you’re in attendance.

I should have been called to present my case that day I said “no”. 

I can still defend that decision.

When you are on the carpet in a Grand Rounds, the heat under your collar goes up. You are under the spotlight of your peers and your teachers.  

A Grand Round is designed to examine the way you were thinking, the questions you asked, the answers you got, and the anticipated and outcomes of your decision. When attended by many people from throughout the system and the state, everyone learns more. 

Here, in this case, we had a number of people involved.

[Note that my experience also includes the early development of CME events online for physicians, learning about building “communities of practice” online, as a beta-tester for the e-mail based six-week-long “Games of Games” developed by a consultant in organizational development, and being the subject matter expert in the development of a PC-to-PC five-play game focused on emergency management.]

My distress as a knowledgeable blogger is that the politicians got involved after the fact; the system leaders spoke out sharply, like the Mass. State Police colonel.

The Mayor of Boston found a scapegoat so he could send a message to city employees. But neither the Mass. State Police colonel nor the Mayor of the City of Boston had or have a role in the case, or in the EMS system.  


A third and wholly-different brain is involved in EMS and it serves as the system’s corpus callosum. 

Called CMEDs, there are five of them scattered throughout the state and their role is to enable controlled conversation among numerous parties, especially between doctors and ambulances. CMED stands for central medical emergency direction. A CMED maintains numerous status boards and can tell at a glance or with a radio or phone conversation what is going on anywhere within the state.


CMED Centers play a role in coordinating EMS communications by:

assisting EMS field personnel with communication during emergencies

managing Medical radio channel usage

maintain a clear procedure for EMS communications within a region

connecting EMS field personnel to local Emergency Departments and Medical direction

providing interoperability with other public safety agencies


CMED (Central Medical Emergency Direction) relies on a network of radio towers set up strategically throughout [the state].. Through these towers… an ambulance can contact CMED via radio and request entry notification to a hospital of destination. This provides physician access and ensures that the emergency department is aware of the patient’s pending arrival. CMED also plays an important role in coordinating EMS response to Mass Casualty Incidents and patient distribution from the scene to the hospital. CMED is crucial to the coordination of communications between ambulances and hospitals and ultimately contributes to optimal patient care.


So the other thing you need for your Grand Rounds case notebook is a map of Massachusetts and perhaps a modicum of familiarity with its road net.  But you can work with simple distance scales and you’ll have everything you need. Get out your favorite online mapping tool, zero in on Southeast Massachusetts, and place the pins or colored dots where you need to, and think through the process. 

 Remember you have a little time (the poor fellow had to be carved out of his vehicle before they could load him into an ambulance and, meanwhile, at least three of four nerve centers of the state EMS system could have been put to work thinking out the simple answer.)  

[The simple answer is in one of the links; I’ll provide it to you at the end.]

So I call bullshit on the politicians and everyone else on down and say simply “spend more time making your system work and the diversion would not have had to have happened”.  Instead, like so many things these days, this case has been turned into a political bludgeon. 


Should the protestors have been chained to the barrels in the middle of the highway at rush hour?  


Before I answer the question, I’d ask the State Police colonel in a uniform widely-recognized and respected, and the Mayor of Boston in his first term of office in a city where black kids get shot regularly on the streets, to consider that,  just six weeks agoa former USAF pilot in special operations, someone among Esquire Magazine’s “Best and Brightest”, and author of a book on open source warfare, published a blog entry with clear directions on the use of GPS-guided drones which could carry  a payload of over half-a kilogram of caltrops that “can shut down automobile traffic on major highways for hours.”

Good thing terrorists can’t read this stuff, I guess, huh? 

Oh, look, another reason to shut down the Internet, the global grand rounds for everything.

“Will the FAA effort to control drones protect against this type of disruption?  No.  It won’t.” 


So my answer to the questionShould the protestors have been chained to the barrels in the middle of the highway at rush hour?” is

“Hell, yes.”

You wanna know why?  

Because most of what passes for leadership these days has to be hit over the head with a 2×4 just to get their attention.

Sometimes it takes repeated application. Politicians have forgotten how to communicate. 

Because they are so busy being hung up on their own role or their own image or their own power, they haven’t a frickin’ clue about how good this society could be if it didn’t spend its time making war, war weapons, standing up to hide war criminals, criminalizing rights that are supposed to be engraved within the Constitution, or otherwise providing justice and simple direct service to its people. 

They don’t have the slightest idea how to achieve excellence. 

They are mired in petty and destructive mediocrity, and people are getting sick of it. 

For me, this isn’t about disrespecting authority, or being an anarchist.  

This is about somehow, despite everything that has gone down in the last decade and a half, still maintaining a kernel of respect for authority and government. 

That kernel has been beaten down into the size of a tiny seed, but it’s still a seed; there is still enough respect for authority and government to ask them to do a better job.


The answer to the question about what the ambulance/firefighter crew should have done, by the way, is simply thinking outside the box. 

In the actual event, there should have been a steady and calm cross-talk among dispatchers, State Police traffic status systems, CMED’s, and emergency/trauma doctors. 

Everyone that day was thinking inside the box


The distance from Easton to Boston is 29 miles and requires an estimated 40 minutes driving time, according to http://distancescalculator.com.

The distance from Easton to that other trauma center is 28 miles and requires an estimated 33 minutes driving time.

That other trauma center is in one of the oldest cities in the United States and is the third-largest city in the New England region after Boston and Worcester. A religious exile from the original colony named it in honor of God’s merciful Providence. 

Mr. McGrath would also have found the required medical mercy at Rhode Island Hospital, a Level I Trauma Center located in Providence, RI.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1H0n_5-gwA   (2:57)

Maybe the rest of us can find  manifestation of divine care or direction, prudent management of resources, and foresight

when the politicians stop talking and start listening.