Everyone frets about income inequality. It is the cause of the season, and should be. Its burdens are felt by every working soul and exploited by every I-feel-your-pain politician. We have developed an economy where two-thirds of the populace are condemned to a steady erosion of their standing, while the top fly ever higher. Disparity grows by the day, seemingly not to be stopped, and this has profound social, economic and political ramifications.
See Hillary ride in a van! Watch her meet everyday Americans! Witness her ordering a burrito bowl at Chipotle! Which she did wearing shades, as did her chief aide Huma Abedin, yielding security-camera pictures that made them look (to borrow from Karl Rove) like fugitives on the lam, wanted in seven states for a failed foreign policy.
All the signs are there — the op-eds, left-sided press releases promising a last fatal wringing of the middle class, the threats against errant Democrats, their union benefactors seething and ready to withdraw their campaign subsidies, Republicans enjoying the prospect of Democratic roosters in the pit while they tout their dedication to commerce.
Syracuse University alumni are new additions to the lengthening list of persons who can stop contributing to their alma maters. The university has succumbed — after, one suspects, not much agonizing — to the temptation to indulge in progressive gestures. It will divest all fossil fuel stocks from its endowment. It thereby trumps Stanford, whose halfhearted exercise in right-mindedness has been to divest only coal stocks. Evidently carbon from coal is more morally disquieting than carbon from petroleum.
That was quick. Strike up “Happy Days Are Here Again” and cue the balloon drop. Better yet, Democrats could skip the whole primaries-and-convention thing and let Hillary Clinton get to work on picking a running mate.
Our astute, highly educated urban population seems to have realized suddenly, we use water to grow food. Some of them are outraged we would do such a thing, or at least that we would water things for which they have some aesthetic or moral disgust, like nuts and red meat.
The Jefferson Award ceremony in Seattle Tuesday night had a distinctive North Central Washington flair, with Mariachi Huenachi maestro Ramon Rivera and civic leader Jesus Hernandez taking center stage.
Hospitals certainly need sewer lines. They need water lines. They need computer systems with some relation to the 21st century. These necessities may be unglamorous, but that does not make them less necessary.
For 25 years the Washington Wildlife and Recreation grant program has been a model, envied across the nation for its impact, its popularity, effectiveness and for the local enthusiasm it generates for conservation and parks.
The long-running dispute between Grant County PUD and the leaseholders at Crescent Bar looks very near a settlement. It appears to be one of those rare moments when litigation ceases with both sides happy, or at least relieved. “We’re delighted,” says Dale Foreman, attorney for the leaseholders. “This is very satisfying,” said PUD Natural Resource Director Jeff Grizzel. “We’d see the end of litigation, but we also see a bright future for Crescent Bar.”