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Vegans for McCain

The campaign grows ever more bizarre. Today the segmented electorate and micro-targeting reached a new extreme. The latest exotic demographic is McCain voters who use no animal products, have no sense of humor, and listen to NPR. It started Saturday morning when Scott Simon of "Weekend Edition" asked me for a Republican's take on what DNC delegates should see and do. I recommended something broiled at the Buckhorn, especially for those vegetarians who don't get out much; something cold from New Belgium Brewery; a visit to the Mint where Obama's deficit dollars will be created; and a trip up one of our Fourteeners. Here's the audio.

No sooner had this hit the airwaves than the following angry email, unsigned, hit my inbox:

I am a McCain supporter. However, your comments on vegetarian tofu-eating liberals today on PBS were stupid and unnecessary. I am a proud vegan as is my wife, daughter, son, and their spouses. We are all for McCain. But your stupidity may make me rethink this. Maybe I am more liberal than I think I am, and maybe all my family members should ponder our positions.

Horrors! What if his is the one family in the one state whose votes, if indeed I've alienated them forever, will tip the electoral college to Obama-Biden? Must placate, must conciliate, must use conflict-resolution skills, not a moment to lose. So I quickly replied this way, under the subject line, "Soybean Curd Forever:"

Dear Friend: Can't you take a joke? I eat tofu myself sometimes. Did I insult vegans? That was not intended. My grandfather never ate meat in his life. He's one of my greatest heroes, and would have smiled, I'm sure, at the teasing about our Buckhorn Exchange steakhouse in Denver. Please tell me your name and where you're writing from. And consider that if Obama becomes President, many of the freedoms we both cherish -- including choosing what we eat -- will be in jeopardy. So don't let one guy's kidding on the radio run you off a sensible vote for McCain.

It was my best effort in haste, friendly and folksy yet firm, but as always the ideal rejoinder to a vegan came to me only later. I should have told him: "Don't have a non-cow, man." Anyway, no reply from the offended NPR listener as yet, so we may have lost him and all his herbivorous kin. Either this is a very dry put-on, or he's one peeved PETA member.

How will I live with myself if this costs Republicans the White House in November? My self-esteem is already down after realizing I misspoke on the air with Simon and spoke of driving up Pike's Peak or Long's Peak. Any flatland fool knows the summit auto road closest to Denver goes up Mount Evans, while Long's Peak is accessible only on foot.

First Bob Schaffer gets his mountains mixed up, now me. Hope it's not an omen. "Dark clouds gather; the pinnacle you will reach is not the one you imagined you would." Know any vegan astrologers I could consult about the horoscope for 11/4/08?

One American's Credo

I am of Scottish and Danish stock: what could be sterner stuff? Yes, Braveheart and Norsemen. My people made Europe with their blood and sweat–and the Faith that elevated the Continent and the British Isles. That point in time came in the early 1700’s when my people felt and bore the crushing weight of religious persecution. As Scots and Danes imbued with the Love of God burning deep within, they faced the stormy dangers of the unpredictable Atlantic to leave Europe behind and come here, Philadelphia and Omaha respectively. They forged iron and steel to make their homes, churches and schools.

They fought for Independence and then for Freedom of the Slaves. They fought to rescue Europe from tyranny twice, only to be faced with World-wide Communism. By their efforts, because by their sides were thousands and thousands of other Americans of like-mind, the Soviet Union collapsed under the weight of its Evil Empire.

Now, our Great Nation is being fed the pap that all that should be forgotten and replaced with the very fallacies, weaknesses, and “-isms” from which our forefathers had fought and freed themselves.

I am proud of America and I have devoted my life, as have my brothers and sisters in Faith, to preserving and improving Our Nation within a framework of respect for the Fact that “we are standing on the Shoulders of Giants” !! Europe needs us more than we need its profound exhaustion and declining birthrate, which are the natural consequences of their diminishing Faith.

Let us all grasp the fact that Europe’s reliance on faithless solipsism and nihilism cannot endure long and even now is being pulled from beneath their complacent feet. Healthy societies are either moving forward responsibly or they are sliding into chaos, confusion and inescapable vulnerability. One would have thought a Lenin, a Hitler and a Stalin sufficient to warn Europeans “to stand guardians at the doors” of their Freedoms.

Our Faith, Our People, Our Land and Our God-Given Inalienable Rights as Citizens of this Great Nation (as confirmed in and meant to be preserved by the U. S. Constitution) are the most solid reasons for relentlessly protecting and exercising to the fullest Our Freedoms. Turn back the assault by going on the offensive !!

Jim Ritchie is a practicing attorney in the Atlanta area, and President of Georgia Media Matters, Ltd.

Fritz: "To the banqueting house"

Marshall Fritz of the Alliance for the Separation of School and State is one of the most effective freedom advocates and brilliantly buoyant human beings I've ever known. Now 65, he's been been given only a matter of months to live with a cancer diagnosis, his second. Before founding the Alliance, Marshall was instrumental in the growth of the California Libertarian Party, created the still-vigorous Advocates for Self-Government, and birthed an experimental school, Pioneer Christian Academy, in his hometown of Fresno. Celebrations of his life, attended by friends, family, and associates from the political wars, have recently been held in Atlanta, Fresno, and Hollywood. I attended the latter on June 21 with about 60 other Fritz fans, and found it an amazingly joyous and lighthearted occasion. But that's Marshall for you. The father of four, grandfather of 12, and longtime husband of Joan has that effect on any group under any circumstances. Part of it is probably his glowing Catholic faith; the rest is simply innate. Unique and irreplaceable to be sure.

His getting-ready-to-die website is at MarshallFritz.com. On the close of that evening, I was moved to quote Song of Solomon 2:4..."He took me to the banqueting house, and His banner over me was love." Marshall Fritz's earthly life, however much longer it may last, has been a vivid enactment of love for God and man -- which is now being repaid with lavish testimonials of their love for him. The banners of that banquet, I won't soon forget.

Reviving the art of conversation

I’ve found that when a thread of conversation has developed, some patients have surprised themselves by realizing they’ve actually had a good time at the dental office. I never cease to be amazed at how well patients can talk through the impedimenta of four-handed dentistry. Editor: So asserts Dr. Matt Dunn DDS, a dentist by vocation, who makes time for such avocations as year-round extreme mountaineering on Saturdays and helping me on the radio most Sundays. Whatever you say, Matt; but personally, I never cease to be amazed at my hygenist's assumption that anyone could possibly reply to her questions with all those freaking impedimenta in their mouth. Dunn wrote this piece, with much obvious relevance to the art of talk radio, in his capacity as editor of the Articulator, magazine of the Metro Denver Dental Society. Here's the article in full:

Sitting in the chair at the barber shop the other morning, wearing a blue smock with a tight neck-band, I noticed my barber and I had to work a little harder at our usual leisurely conversation. We encountered newfound interference, in the form of a television screen blaring forth from the center of the shop.

Raising our voices a notch, we managed to discuss some sports, some politics, some updates on our respective families. Glancing left and right, I noticed most of the other patrons weren’t having too much to say as they absorbed the morning newscast. Scissors were moving, mandibles were not.

It was to be a day of catching up on things – sundry tasks, errands and appointments.

Standing in line at the bank, I counted two TV screens along the pathway towards the tellers, and two others anchored elsewhere across the lobby, all flashing headline news. Again, except for a customer on a cell phone, I didn’t observe anyone actually talking.

Later on, moving through the aisles of a big-box chain store, I noticed I was seldom out of reach of a flat-panel screen transmitting snappy music and promotional messaging.

Then, stepping into a sandwich shop, I had to chuckle over a red-lettered sign that encouraged patrons to get off of their cell phones while ordering their sandwiches.

A routine day in America – a series of banal observations. But threaded together, perhaps they raise the provoking question: What is the state of conversation in America today?

As our lives become more surrounded by the virtual, ever more infiltrated by portable media devices, by endless flat-panels and sound systems, with increasing opportunities to email and text message and generally avoid face-to-face dialogue – are we obliged to count such as social progress?

Moreover, in this sea of virtuality, where does dentistry fit in?

I like to think that dentistry remains one of the last bastions of genuine communication in American life today. No matter how much technology may have changed our lives, the dental office is still a place where people can have real conversations, and where they may find themselves looking forward to them beforehand, and feeling good about them afterwards.

Though we may suffuse our operatories with computer monitors and our reception areas with satellite sound, there is still no getting around the fundamental fact that there must be direct, personal communication with our patients – often over comparatively lengthy periods of time.

Patients cannot multitask their way through an appointment, and neither can we. Meanwhile, there’s no such thing as ersatz dentistry.

I aver that these are good tidings, and that they can make for some of the most rewarding moments in our lives as practitioners. Though the lion’s share of our discussion with patients will tend to be about oral health considerations, there will generally be time left over for free-ranging, open-ended, spontaneous conversation. As we get to know our patients, they get to know us.

When Dick Cavett once asked Jack Paar about the secrets of his successful television talk show, Paar said: “Don’t make it an interview, kid. Make it a conversation.” Paar, the forbear to Johnny Carson, was known to be a great listener and practitioner of the art of conversation.

In days gone by the “art of conversation” formed a part of our educational curricula, and the character attribute of being a “good conversationalist” was regarded as a worthy aspiration. It was assumed that it took some study, that it wasn’t an altogether natural process to arrive at the polished result. It involved the proper blend of give and take, politeness and raillery, humor and empathy.

Though conversation as an art may now be in decline in America – as Stephen Miller persuasively argues in his recent book titled Conversation – we dentists are in a position where conversation must necessarily occupy a portion of our daily activity, and where we may take advantage of what Jonathan Swift called “the greatest, the most lasting, and the most innocent, as well as useful pleasure of life.”

I’ve found that during some of the longer dental procedures, when a thread of conversation has developed and advanced around the treatment room, some patients have surprised themselves by realizing they’ve actually had a good time at the dental office. I never cease to be amazed at how well patients can talk through the impedimenta of four-handed dentistry.

Towards the end of a procedure, when we find we’re still conversing, we may be assured that all has gone well. And we know we can pick up where we left off at the next appointment.

Concerned about the limiting sphere of social interaction in modern society, philosopher Michael Oakeshott has addressed the need “to rescue conversation.” Surrounded as we are by multifarious obstacles to conversation, the dental profession may be partaking in just such an effort.

On whatever fractional scale, as we work to rescue teeth in our daily lives, we may also, without necessarily realizing it, be working to rescue conversation. A healthy enterprise, on many levels – and something that will never become another faceless errand in the American routine.

“To my taste, the most fruitful and natural exercise of our mind is conversation. I find the practice of it the most delightful activity in our lives.” --Michel de Montaigne