Summer has finally arrived in Minnesota. Today is warm and sunny, the sky is an amazing blue, there is a hint of breeze and the birds sitting in the trees are quietly conversing. It is the 4th of July weekend and most folks are relaxing with friends, puttering in the yard, fishing, or camping. Camping is popular in Minnesota and people flock to the state parks to enjoy the outdoors. Say what? The state government is shut down? No camping in state parks? That's right, no camping, no full functioning government. The doors are locked, the boys and girls of the legislature are in their home districts for the weekend explaining why the other side is bad, bad, bad.
We are in the midst of class and regional warfare. People say that we aren't and if we are it's a new thing. Really? Anyone care to wander down the American history trail with a little twist? For starters, how about the division in the colonies. While a great many leaders came from the privileged landowners, the division between Tories and Colonialist centered on economic lines. Most Tories were loyal to the Crown because it suited their economic needs, for the Colonists, the Crown was strangling their economic prowess. Oh, yes of course there was that thing about freedom and self rule, but when the contest was won, who ruled? The landowners. The Constitution provides for direct election but with the caveat of the Electoral College, to save the country from the stupidity of the common man.
Let's skip along to the election of Andrew Jackson, the first of the common men to hold office. He reveled in breaking the back of the Bank of the United States because he was determined to slow down the power grab of the wealthy in the US. He was hated and despised by the wealthy but he was one tough son of a bitch and he prevailed. Move along to the Civil War.
The Civil War was the in ultimate regional and class warfare and it was steeped in a moral issue, slavery. The North made its money in manufacturing, the South in agriculture. The North used all the immigrants living in poverty and squalor to man its factories, the South used slaves. Men in the North could pay for someone to take their place in the ranks. (We will see that come again about 100 years later.) The war cost hundreds of thousands of casualties in the wounded and the dead.
Entering the Industrial Revolution, men like Andrew Carnegie worked the men in his steel plants six and a half days a week for 264 days a year. The only day they got off was the 4th of July. Men worked for pennies and he made millions. When men tried to unionize for decent pay and working conditions, he brought out the police thugs who beat the strikers. It was the unions working to organize men to fight for basic working rights and it did take enlightened leaders such as Theodore Roosevelt to force change. (there are always those who are contrary to their social class...Eleanor Roosevelt was another such wonderful person.) It was only in his later years, with the meeting with his Maker coming up did Carnegie start to give away his money, but even then his name had to be plastered on everything...just so the common man knew who his benefactor was. OK, kids still with me? Jump to the 1960'
The 1960's are a subject all its own with civil rights, assassinations and Vietnam, but I'm going to take just Vietnam for this. Vietnam was regional and class warfare. How? On both coasts the determination to protest was huge. There were marches and campus sit in and daily discussions in the high school hallways and every kitchen table about stopping the war. In the midwest, a more conservative region of the country, and the south which is even more conservative, the support for the Vietnam War stayed the longest. While the men fighting the war came from across the country because of the draft, it was predominately fought by the poor and minorities. A deferment was given to men going to college and they went by the thousands. I met one guy who was a student at Farleigh Dickinson University for seven years waiting out the war. When the war ended in 1974, he graduated the following spring.
Jump 15 years to the 1980's and Ronald Reagan and trickle down economy where the wealthy trickle their wealth down to the rest of us and you have it, class warfare out in the open for all to see. The rich became tremendously wealthy and the rest of us tried to tread water.
And so here we are today, the Minnesota Legislature couldn't pass a budget bill. The Republicans who mostly represent the rich and business class won't raise taxes, they only want to cut spending. Most of Minnesota's spending is on education and health and human services. In other words money is spent on those are not old enough to have money and power and those who are too old and/or are disenfranchised to have any power. The Governor wants to raise taxes on only those making a million dollars or more, so that tax would come out of discretionary money; unlike me, a new tax would come out of my milk money. So I say, thank you Governor Dayton for holding the line, sometimes there must be a clash in class warfare and something has to give...it's not just time to take a realistic view on spending, it's time again in our American way for class warfare. I'm not saying it's right or good, I'm just saying it's not new.
And for those living in another state, hold on, you too will have the chance to watch this play out as we march towards August 2, and the need to resolve the issue of the debt ceiling. Listen carefully to the debate, the Sunday morning gasbags, the politicians....there it will be...class warfare.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Unhinged
Sitting on my front porch, I'm looking at the trees desperately trying to bud out so their leaves will grow and prosper, or is it me...am I desperate for them to show up? I'm beginning to think I'm coming unhinged. Desperate is probably not the right word, frustrated is. I'm frustrated that spring is so late this year, I mean, really, almost mid-May and awaiting the leaves on the trees? Living in Minnesota Twins Territory isn't so hot either, Mauer is no where to be seen, Morneau shows up and that is about it. . . .what's going on?
Years ago, a therapist told me that I was arrogant, I knew what was right for my parents and brother...well sister, turns out I was right, tragically right. But ever since, I've worked on burying my thoughts as to not be arrogant. Sometime it works, sometimes it doesn't. Today, it didn't. I'm on a committee at the high school, which struggles with making decisions. Now I know that Minnesotans work hard to discuss things completely and not to hurt anyone's feelings, but oh my Lord, we think we have a plan, and then we don't. Things are not brought out on the table, people sit quietly and nod heads in agreement. But what is actually happening is the fine art of passive aggressive behavior.
So today the Jersey Girl came out. I called it as I saw it, I said what I meant and meant what I said...and perhaps became unhinged. . .perhaps became arrogant...but I gotta tell ya...it felt good.
Years ago, a therapist told me that I was arrogant, I knew what was right for my parents and brother...well sister, turns out I was right, tragically right. But ever since, I've worked on burying my thoughts as to not be arrogant. Sometime it works, sometimes it doesn't. Today, it didn't. I'm on a committee at the high school, which struggles with making decisions. Now I know that Minnesotans work hard to discuss things completely and not to hurt anyone's feelings, but oh my Lord, we think we have a plan, and then we don't. Things are not brought out on the table, people sit quietly and nod heads in agreement. But what is actually happening is the fine art of passive aggressive behavior.
So today the Jersey Girl came out. I called it as I saw it, I said what I meant and meant what I said...and perhaps became unhinged. . .perhaps became arrogant...but I gotta tell ya...it felt good.
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Mind and Body
An article in last Sunday's Star Tribune was quite candid. According to the article, health care costs are simply out of sight because we want to live too long. Instead of meeting our maker in our late 60's and early 70's, we want to hit the longevity jackpot and stay around, well, forever, but at least 90 will do. I do agree somewhat with the article's author, but I don't want to be the first on my block to give up the life prolonging drugs or surgeries or other medical miracles that will come my way in the not too distant future.
The next day at school, I shared with my fellow teachers in the EBD Suite 1202, what I read. We quickly moved the conversation what would worse, the body or the mind going first. As we talked, I got up to get a cup of coffee, mindful of the PAIN my legs, back and feet as I moved slowly to the coffee pot. At that moment, my vote was the body. As the day progressed and my body stopped screaming at me, I forgot about our conversation. After the students went home, the second part of the day began...paperwork, lots and lots of paperwork. There are lesson plans, grading papers, IEPs, Evaluation Reports, progress reports.
I finished an IEP and sent it off to the printer in the teacher's workroom. In the workroom are the bathrooms and a kitchen, along with mailboxes, and lunchtables. I gave the printer a few minutes and walked down to the workroom. I walked in and oooooo, the woman's bathroom was open. Better do my business while its free. All done, I walk back to Suite 1202, get to my desk..ugh, forgot the IEP. I walk down the hallway, hang a left and walk in the door directly facing the kitchen and printer off to the side. Ooooooooo, there on the kitchen counter was fresh bread and butter for the taking. I zip over and slather up a piece of bread and walk back to Suite 1202...I get to my desk and realize, no IEP. Standing with my fists on the desk and my head down, my fellow teacher asks what's wrong. I said, "I change my vote, I'll take the aches and pains..give me my mind."
The next day at school, I shared with my fellow teachers in the EBD Suite 1202, what I read. We quickly moved the conversation what would worse, the body or the mind going first. As we talked, I got up to get a cup of coffee, mindful of the PAIN my legs, back and feet as I moved slowly to the coffee pot. At that moment, my vote was the body. As the day progressed and my body stopped screaming at me, I forgot about our conversation. After the students went home, the second part of the day began...paperwork, lots and lots of paperwork. There are lesson plans, grading papers, IEPs, Evaluation Reports, progress reports.
I finished an IEP and sent it off to the printer in the teacher's workroom. In the workroom are the bathrooms and a kitchen, along with mailboxes, and lunchtables. I gave the printer a few minutes and walked down to the workroom. I walked in and oooooo, the woman's bathroom was open. Better do my business while its free. All done, I walk back to Suite 1202, get to my desk..ugh, forgot the IEP. I walk down the hallway, hang a left and walk in the door directly facing the kitchen and printer off to the side. Ooooooooo, there on the kitchen counter was fresh bread and butter for the taking. I zip over and slather up a piece of bread and walk back to Suite 1202...I get to my desk and realize, no IEP. Standing with my fists on the desk and my head down, my fellow teacher asks what's wrong. I said, "I change my vote, I'll take the aches and pains..give me my mind."
Monday, April 4, 2011
Bert and Dick, not Bert and Ernie--although I miss them
I waited with bated breath throughout the week of March 27, not because my 58th birthday was four days away, no, it was because on April 1st, Bert and Dick were going to be nightly guests in my family room. Bert Blyleven, the newly minted Hall of Fame pitcher and Dick Bremer, a career calling the plays guy are the announcers for the Minnesota Twins.
While I have always enjoyed watching baseball, having spent many of my days watching Yankee baseball and listening to Phil Rizzuto exclaim "holy cow" for every great play made by the Bronx Bombers, Bert and Dick make the world seem right. While Phil always praised the Yankees and jeered the competitor, Bert and Dick call a game purely on the merits.
Twins catcher, Joe Mauer hits a home run, Bert and Dick sing his praise, Jose Posada of the Yankees hits a home run, they cheer for him as well. ( I use the Yankees not only because I was weaned on them, but as I write this, our Twins are sinking in Yankee stadium.) In other words, they call what they see in good baseball, no matter what uniform the player wears. They love the game and the skills and talents needed to play the game...they are silent though on the big bucks involved.
And they are characters. At the beginning of the season, Bert will let us know how many days there are until his birthday on April 23, and for the rest of the season he will continue the countdown until the next April. He uses the teleprompter to "circle me Bert"where people bring signs to Target Field and when they prop them up, Bert will put a big old circle around them. It's pure joy to hear Bert say, "You are hereby circled!" They always get the trivia questions right, somehow. They use their California math to figure out how many hits a player may have during the game. They give each other a hard time...all in good fun. They are just fun to listen to. They have an honesty and simplicity of friendship that comes across during the telecast...just like Bert and Ernie. You know Bert and Ernie, a friendship ended tragically through the efforts of the uber-right.
It's spring, sort of in Minnesota, it's Twins Baseball, and it's a full spring, summer and fall filled with Bert and Dick...the sun and moon are aliened and the stars are shining bright. Thanks Bert, thanks, Dick, you are always welcome in our family room.
While I have always enjoyed watching baseball, having spent many of my days watching Yankee baseball and listening to Phil Rizzuto exclaim "holy cow" for every great play made by the Bronx Bombers, Bert and Dick make the world seem right. While Phil always praised the Yankees and jeered the competitor, Bert and Dick call a game purely on the merits.
Twins catcher, Joe Mauer hits a home run, Bert and Dick sing his praise, Jose Posada of the Yankees hits a home run, they cheer for him as well. ( I use the Yankees not only because I was weaned on them, but as I write this, our Twins are sinking in Yankee stadium.) In other words, they call what they see in good baseball, no matter what uniform the player wears. They love the game and the skills and talents needed to play the game...they are silent though on the big bucks involved.
And they are characters. At the beginning of the season, Bert will let us know how many days there are until his birthday on April 23, and for the rest of the season he will continue the countdown until the next April. He uses the teleprompter to "circle me Bert"where people bring signs to Target Field and when they prop them up, Bert will put a big old circle around them. It's pure joy to hear Bert say, "You are hereby circled!" They always get the trivia questions right, somehow. They use their California math to figure out how many hits a player may have during the game. They give each other a hard time...all in good fun. They are just fun to listen to. They have an honesty and simplicity of friendship that comes across during the telecast...just like Bert and Ernie. You know Bert and Ernie, a friendship ended tragically through the efforts of the uber-right.
It's spring, sort of in Minnesota, it's Twins Baseball, and it's a full spring, summer and fall filled with Bert and Dick...the sun and moon are aliened and the stars are shining bright. Thanks Bert, thanks, Dick, you are always welcome in our family room.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
It's nice to get birthday wishes
I think I'm really coming to terms with this beyond middle aged life. It became apparent yesterday as Ted and I walked into the Pioneer Art Museum in Fargo. I sighed as I did the older lady waddle walk because my hips were hurting as I ascended the large marble steps to the reception desk. The young lady at the desk welcomed us and told us about the exhibits on the upper three floors, smiling sweetly she pointed out the elevator. Somehow I knew she didn't do that for the younger crowd. She continued that the admission was $5.00 for adults but if we happened to be over 55, it was $4.00. Without hesitation, I slapped Ted's arm and said yippee. It was the first time I didn't scowl when someone mentioned the double nickel number to me in relation to age.
Today is the magic day, the day I turned 58. It's kind of no man land in the aging cycle. Beyond that easily made fun of 55 and not quite 60, another heroic age marker. So what is it that 58 years of living brings to mind? First, any projection beyond 30 years, say, all the oceans will sweep over the earth because of global warming, gain a response of "don't care won't be here and if I am, I think I'll be more concerned with being able to climb stairs."
Second, my generation that was determined to change the world, did indeed but not in the way many of us imagined. I see missed opportunities, not just how the world would have been different without the problems provided by my parent's generation...Vietnam, assassination of the Kennedy Brothers and Martin Luther King. But those missed by mine, the election of Regan who in my mind is one of the worst Presidents ever. I saw Walter Mondale one day this summer as I was in the middle of getting my eye exam. With my eyes dilated open, trying to see what I looked like in several pairs of frames, I saw a man walk up to the clerk behind the counter and ask to have his glasses adjusted. He looked like Walter Mondale and sounded like him but I wasn't sure. When the clerk returned with the glasses, and the recipient said thank you, I knew it was him. I turned and stared at him and he looked at me. I wanted to run to him and tell him that I had voted for him all those years ago. That I had believed in his message that we were headed in the wrong direction, that we needed to work for the common good and not only for our own wallets. I wanted to tell Walter Mondale how sorry I was that he hadn't won and in how we all lost in 1984. Instead I nodded to him and he to me and he walked away.
Third, I've started to let go of what could have been. I still get frustrated and angry, especially now at the selfishness of our legislators, the right wing nut jobs out on the stump drumming up hatred and thanking those in New Hampshire for their fight at Concord and Lexington. Need I write any more? I get infuriated at the MN legislature where being a teacher is equal to incompetent, yet none of these folks are teachers themselves. But they all went to school and therefore are experts....hmmm...I've read a lot of legal mysteries...can I join the MN Bar? And while I can still get revved up and will still state the case for the common good and decency, I am also looking at a smaller stage.
I look at the journey I've been on so far and am so very grateful. I have wonderful children who are working hard to be a positive influence in this world. The gals are married to wonderful guys and the lone guy is finding his way through those tough early 20's years. ( Just like high school, I'd never want to go back there, not even for the pain free body.) I have a wonderful husband who took me on a trip this week for rest and relaxation. My idea of time away is reading, sleeping and reading some more. Despite how bored he is, and he is, he is hanging in there with me. I have an extended family I truly adore and friends who are thoughtful and kind. I've been blessed, not sure why but I'll take it. Thank you to all for the birthday wishes and let's all keep on keeping on.
Today is the magic day, the day I turned 58. It's kind of no man land in the aging cycle. Beyond that easily made fun of 55 and not quite 60, another heroic age marker. So what is it that 58 years of living brings to mind? First, any projection beyond 30 years, say, all the oceans will sweep over the earth because of global warming, gain a response of "don't care won't be here and if I am, I think I'll be more concerned with being able to climb stairs."
Second, my generation that was determined to change the world, did indeed but not in the way many of us imagined. I see missed opportunities, not just how the world would have been different without the problems provided by my parent's generation...Vietnam, assassination of the Kennedy Brothers and Martin Luther King. But those missed by mine, the election of Regan who in my mind is one of the worst Presidents ever. I saw Walter Mondale one day this summer as I was in the middle of getting my eye exam. With my eyes dilated open, trying to see what I looked like in several pairs of frames, I saw a man walk up to the clerk behind the counter and ask to have his glasses adjusted. He looked like Walter Mondale and sounded like him but I wasn't sure. When the clerk returned with the glasses, and the recipient said thank you, I knew it was him. I turned and stared at him and he looked at me. I wanted to run to him and tell him that I had voted for him all those years ago. That I had believed in his message that we were headed in the wrong direction, that we needed to work for the common good and not only for our own wallets. I wanted to tell Walter Mondale how sorry I was that he hadn't won and in how we all lost in 1984. Instead I nodded to him and he to me and he walked away.
Third, I've started to let go of what could have been. I still get frustrated and angry, especially now at the selfishness of our legislators, the right wing nut jobs out on the stump drumming up hatred and thanking those in New Hampshire for their fight at Concord and Lexington. Need I write any more? I get infuriated at the MN legislature where being a teacher is equal to incompetent, yet none of these folks are teachers themselves. But they all went to school and therefore are experts....hmmm...I've read a lot of legal mysteries...can I join the MN Bar? And while I can still get revved up and will still state the case for the common good and decency, I am also looking at a smaller stage.
I look at the journey I've been on so far and am so very grateful. I have wonderful children who are working hard to be a positive influence in this world. The gals are married to wonderful guys and the lone guy is finding his way through those tough early 20's years. ( Just like high school, I'd never want to go back there, not even for the pain free body.) I have a wonderful husband who took me on a trip this week for rest and relaxation. My idea of time away is reading, sleeping and reading some more. Despite how bored he is, and he is, he is hanging in there with me. I have an extended family I truly adore and friends who are thoughtful and kind. I've been blessed, not sure why but I'll take it. Thank you to all for the birthday wishes and let's all keep on keeping on.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
A New Year's Resolution
Over the past few days, I've spent time reading and listening to news accounts about the issues and needs in the US over the past decade, 2010 and the coming year and years. Several things I found humorous, several disheartening, some uplifting and overall they gave me an idea about a resolution for the new year. I'm not a New Year's resolution person but I think this one is worthwhile.
One that I found humorous was an article in the January 1, New York Times. On the front page one of the first baby boomers to reach 65 was highlighted. The writer took well deserved jabs at Baby Boomers. As I read the article, I chuckled because it was exactly what Lance Morrow an editorial writer for Time magazine, wrote 25 years ago about the self absorbed, entitled feeling, whining Baby Boomers. According to the New York Times writer it still holds true. Morrow, a greatest generation member and the New York Times writer, a millennium, book end us, the Baby Boomers and both wrote with disdain. We baby boomers started off well, we wanted to change the world for the good, but we got hoodwinked in the 1980's...greed became good, we tasted and never looked back.
The uplifting was the heart that average Americans showed through our wallets to help those suffering in Haiti. So much was done wrong because of bickering between agencies and ineptitude of the Haitian government, but American's always knowing that we must help those in need, poured forth monetary help and many who could, went to the front lines and assisted.
The list of disheartening was unfortunately very long. The BP oil spill and all the cost cutting measures that led to the disaster and the haughtiness of the BP CEO were unbearable. The news crews have left and at the end of the year, I'm wondering how our fellow Americans are faring. The mid term elections were foretold but that didn't make it any easier to swallow. OK, this is where my political bias comes in. I find it difficult to understand that with only two years under the influence of Democratic rule, Americans were ready for a change. Perhaps it's difficult for me to grasp because I felt I was in the wilderness for eight years. American wages have stagnated and actually declined in the past decade. I know what I'm talking about.
In 1976, I was able to buy a small Cape Cod house, had two new cars, a house full of new furniture and had a combined income of $18,000. Even taking into account inflation, you can't say things are equitable today. The first day of my first job in August of 1975, the payroll person told me I was working one day for the government and four for me. Now it's 2.5 for the government and 2.5 for me. And let me remind folks that in all my working career it's been Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush I, Clinton, Bush II and Obama. That is four Republicans to two Democrats. I remember the last words of the 1980 Presidential Campaign. Reagan stood before the American public and asked one question. "Are you better off today than you were four years ago?" With that he won by a landslide the next day.
Looking long term over the past 10 years, are we better off? Now I know my Republican sisters could enlighten me about why the change in Washington and St. Paul are beneficial and may save us from dropping into the drink. The one thing I think we can agree upon is having our representatives not glare across the aisle, but look across the aisle and see a partner in governing and problem solving for the betterment of all.
This leads me to my New Year's Resolution. With the changing of the guard at both the Minnesota state capitol and House of Representatives in Washington, I will email my State and US Congressmen and Congresswoman once a month. My question will be targeted at the issue with one constant question. "What are you doing to cross the aisle and work to solve our problems?". I won't accept an answer about what the "other side" is doing wrong, or how if it weren't for the Tea Party or the liberal left. I will demand to know how my representative in government is finding common ground. Now I have no control over their response, if I receive anything coherent, but it will be my duty to ask...my resolution to question and prod. But I do have to keep in mind the great line from Gone with the Wind. Scarlett and Pork are engaged in a conversation about the taxed on Tara. Scarlett exclaims she is going to ask Ashley for the money. Pork states he doesn't have that kind of money. Scarlett replies she can ask if she wants to and storms out. To which Pork says with a heavy sigh, "Askin' ain't gettin." No it is not, but I'm going to ask anyway.
One that I found humorous was an article in the January 1, New York Times. On the front page one of the first baby boomers to reach 65 was highlighted. The writer took well deserved jabs at Baby Boomers. As I read the article, I chuckled because it was exactly what Lance Morrow an editorial writer for Time magazine, wrote 25 years ago about the self absorbed, entitled feeling, whining Baby Boomers. According to the New York Times writer it still holds true. Morrow, a greatest generation member and the New York Times writer, a millennium, book end us, the Baby Boomers and both wrote with disdain. We baby boomers started off well, we wanted to change the world for the good, but we got hoodwinked in the 1980's...greed became good, we tasted and never looked back.
The uplifting was the heart that average Americans showed through our wallets to help those suffering in Haiti. So much was done wrong because of bickering between agencies and ineptitude of the Haitian government, but American's always knowing that we must help those in need, poured forth monetary help and many who could, went to the front lines and assisted.
The list of disheartening was unfortunately very long. The BP oil spill and all the cost cutting measures that led to the disaster and the haughtiness of the BP CEO were unbearable. The news crews have left and at the end of the year, I'm wondering how our fellow Americans are faring. The mid term elections were foretold but that didn't make it any easier to swallow. OK, this is where my political bias comes in. I find it difficult to understand that with only two years under the influence of Democratic rule, Americans were ready for a change. Perhaps it's difficult for me to grasp because I felt I was in the wilderness for eight years. American wages have stagnated and actually declined in the past decade. I know what I'm talking about.
In 1976, I was able to buy a small Cape Cod house, had two new cars, a house full of new furniture and had a combined income of $18,000. Even taking into account inflation, you can't say things are equitable today. The first day of my first job in August of 1975, the payroll person told me I was working one day for the government and four for me. Now it's 2.5 for the government and 2.5 for me. And let me remind folks that in all my working career it's been Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush I, Clinton, Bush II and Obama. That is four Republicans to two Democrats. I remember the last words of the 1980 Presidential Campaign. Reagan stood before the American public and asked one question. "Are you better off today than you were four years ago?" With that he won by a landslide the next day.
Looking long term over the past 10 years, are we better off? Now I know my Republican sisters could enlighten me about why the change in Washington and St. Paul are beneficial and may save us from dropping into the drink. The one thing I think we can agree upon is having our representatives not glare across the aisle, but look across the aisle and see a partner in governing and problem solving for the betterment of all.
This leads me to my New Year's Resolution. With the changing of the guard at both the Minnesota state capitol and House of Representatives in Washington, I will email my State and US Congressmen and Congresswoman once a month. My question will be targeted at the issue with one constant question. "What are you doing to cross the aisle and work to solve our problems?". I won't accept an answer about what the "other side" is doing wrong, or how if it weren't for the Tea Party or the liberal left. I will demand to know how my representative in government is finding common ground. Now I have no control over their response, if I receive anything coherent, but it will be my duty to ask...my resolution to question and prod. But I do have to keep in mind the great line from Gone with the Wind. Scarlett and Pork are engaged in a conversation about the taxed on Tara. Scarlett exclaims she is going to ask Ashley for the money. Pork states he doesn't have that kind of money. Scarlett replies she can ask if she wants to and storms out. To which Pork says with a heavy sigh, "Askin' ain't gettin." No it is not, but I'm going to ask anyway.
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