It has occurred to me that the end of the Cold War has brought about some changes that may not have been so good for us workers on the winning side. I am not a suitable candidate for citizenship in a totalitarian country, I have this unfortunate tendency to think for myself and say what I think. That sort of behavior would get me into trouble immediately with a Cuban block monitor or a Soviet Commissar. Yet there are days I miss the Cold War and today might be one of them. Today is the International Day of the Worker, which in the US is magically made into Labor Day in the Fall in an effort to avoid a communist taint.
We have so many wars we are fighting these days, bombing Libya, killing Afghans and trying to stop Iraqis from throwing us out, stopping our citizens from using drugs while also carrying out lawless wiretaps in an effort to prevent the spread of "terror." You'd think the elimination of one other War would be a good thing but the Cold War, with its fights by proxy around the world, it's doctrine of mutually assured destruction and the subjugation of freedom of thought and travel and behavior of millions of people did have one big benefit for us in the West. It made our leaders care about us.
I grew up in the shadow of the nuclear age and the era of space travel and the development of hideous weapons of war and yet what I am most drawn to about the era was the Soviet propaganda that told the world with less accuracy than one might like, about the shortcomings of the free market on our side of the Iron Curtain. It was an era when our leaders were forced to acknowledge the benefits of welfare, the notion of no human being ever so poor, or ever so rich being an island. We were a team in the West, composed of volunteers much more so than our working counterparts in the east and they knew they were playing catch up. We had jobs, cars TVs, reliable electricity, choices, colors, travel and leisure. When I traveled to the Soviet Union the few people brave enough to speak to me were always asking me to compare their world to the USA, a thing I was reluctant to do as their guest. They were so clearly inferior to us in every measure of a good quality of life.
We won the Cold War, just as we rolled back the Cuban Missile Crisis from the shores of Smathers Beach (above) and we showed them who could build and sell a better mousetrap. And then our leaders lost the plot. Globalization came, profits soared along with the stock market as jobs were exported and true poverty has come to ravage the land in a way and of a pervasiveness the Soviet propaganda machine could not have imagined.
We have so many wars we are fighting these days, bombing Libya, killing Afghans and trying to stop Iraqis from throwing us out, stopping our citizens from using drugs while also carrying out lawless wiretaps in an effort to prevent the spread of "terror." You'd think the elimination of one other War would be a good thing but the Cold War, with its fights by proxy around the world, it's doctrine of mutually assured destruction and the subjugation of freedom of thought and travel and behavior of millions of people did have one big benefit for us in the West. It made our leaders care about us.
I grew up in the shadow of the nuclear age and the era of space travel and the development of hideous weapons of war and yet what I am most drawn to about the era was the Soviet propaganda that told the world with less accuracy than one might like, about the shortcomings of the free market on our side of the Iron Curtain. It was an era when our leaders were forced to acknowledge the benefits of welfare, the notion of no human being ever so poor, or ever so rich being an island. We were a team in the West, composed of volunteers much more so than our working counterparts in the east and they knew they were playing catch up. We had jobs, cars TVs, reliable electricity, choices, colors, travel and leisure. When I traveled to the Soviet Union the few people brave enough to speak to me were always asking me to compare their world to the USA, a thing I was reluctant to do as their guest. They were so clearly inferior to us in every measure of a good quality of life.We won the Cold War, just as we rolled back the Cuban Missile Crisis from the shores of Smathers Beach (above) and we showed them who could build and sell a better mousetrap. And then our leaders lost the plot. Globalization came, profits soared along with the stock market as jobs were exported and true poverty has come to ravage the land in a way and of a pervasiveness the Soviet propaganda machine could not have imagined. .
Now that we have no enemy to compete with our leaders can drop their pretence of giving a toss about us the workers as we join with them in tearing down unions, denying ourselves health care and lay down our pensions in the service of tax breaks for the very rich. During the Cold War they would not have dared to do such cruel things, they had to prove our way was best for the people as well as for themselves.
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Now, paradoxically our critics in the East are making out like bandits, trading among themselves, hoarding natural resources, selling gas and oil and watching our unemployment rise along with our crushing national debt. It is a fact that when there are no referees to see foul play the people in charge take advantage and as I wait for my fellow citizens to wake up and remember the benefits of collective action in the defense of jobs and benefits and America's home grown industry I lament the loss of the protections afforded us by the oversight of our critics on the other side of the former Iron Curtain.
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What a weird thought. Happy May Day I guess and perhaps one day Hallmark will issue a card to celebrate it.
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And then they tell us Osama Bin Laden is dead. Adding he was no longer directly involved in the field operations of Al Quaeda, as though to soften the blow. I just have to ask myself why it took so long. They should have had him in Tora Bora a decade ago, but better late than never.
The Blue Hole is actually a murky shade of green but it is a catchment for rainwater so it is fresh and not salty. 
It used to be that a large and well known alligator lived here, and came to be known as Bacardi. That alligator, the fearsome creature, ate a child's plastic toy dropped i the water. The toy stuffed it's digestive system and the alligator starved to death. As usual the wildlife has more to fear from us, than us from them.
Summer clouds are forming over the Florida Keys though rain has yet to fall in any measurable quantity but they did preclude the bright orange sunrise that frequently greets me on my way home from a night of dispatching in Key West. 
I chose to take the picture on the top of the Niles Channel Bridge because this is the high point, literally, of my commute in a county that rises no more than 16 feet above sea level, at least without human intervention. Back at ground level on my home island of Ramrod Key I got another shot of people rushing I'm not sure where at this sleepy hour:
Key West got it's first electric service in 1880 and after a rival company set up in business they went head to head for a while and then merged. The city bought the utility in 1943 and a very good idea that was too. 
If you enjoy history half as much as I do this website should be of interest: 
Drought in South Florida is not quite the same thing. Rains here are dramatic interludes in summer days and nights. Rain comes and goes and doesn't hang around, usually, as a form of endless drizzle. Rain refreshes and restores life to trees whose leaves are drooping. Rain is welcome.
Cheyennes answer to the drought is plonk herself down in the shade and rest frequently. Standing admiring the views on Royal Street I heard my dog rustle and disappear. She found dried leaves and deep shade under one of the tropical palms that seem drought resistant in the extreme where deciduous trees are dropping their leaves prematurely. 
Things are coming to a pretty pass when even the wildlife is getting stressed out and aggressive. The thing is the recent census issued preliminary numbers showing Monroe County, alone among Florida's 67 counties lost population. The State is up to almost 20 million people, but Monroe County has lost about ten percent of it's population and we're down to 73,000. The good news is that unemployment is ridiculously low here, less than seven percent.
The bad news is that's because when people lose their jobs they tend to leave town and head north, Ocala and North Carolina being the preferred destinations, if not a relative's couch somewhere.