Negotiate is a Dirty Word

republicans and democratsIt’s sad that words like negotiate and compromise have become the equivalent of dirty words in today’s political environment.

Negotiation is essentially a method by which people settle differences and a process by which compromise or agreement is reached while avoiding argument and dispute.

Unfortunately, the art of negotiation has lost its value. What our country needs is a functioning federal government where our elected representatives at least attempt, through negotiation, to get for us, their constituents, what we need.

In order to be functional, our representatives — Republican, Democratic, and independent — are supposed to meet, present the views and desires of the people who elected them, and try to come to some kind of compromise through negotiation.

But compromise requires that all sides sacrifice a little in order to move the ball forward. It requires a bipartisan effort where legislators are willing to find a middle ground in order to achieve a greater good over self-interests.

Instead, “compromise” and “negotiate” have become dirty words in Congress. To be willing to negotiate with “the other side” is a sign of weakness and of party disloyalty. As a result, our government is in gridlock, with little getting done on behalf of the people.

This post is in response to the one-word word prompt, “negotiate” from Tales from the Mind of Kristian.


And in the End….

7E434961-86DF-4E33-ACC2-074D1CC8FBE8So this is the last “official” WordPress daily one-word prompt. It’s fitting that today’s word is “retrospective,” which means “an exhibition or compilation showing the development of the work of a particular artist over a period of time.”

I have been participating in this daily prompt pretty much since I started the blog last May. If you want to view a retrospective of my responses to these prompts — and you have nothing better to do with your valuable time — go to my Tag Cloud and click on “one-word prompt.” It’s pretty large. You can’t miss it.

But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. The past is the past and it’s time to look to the future. Whatever will be will be. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Okay, Fandango. Enough with the trite and barely applicable platitudes.

I image that there are going to be quite a few bloggers who are going to attempt to make up for this abandonment and betrayal from WordPress by starting their own daily prompts.

Well, starting tomorrow I’m going to be one of those bloggers. I’m calling it “Fandango’s One-Word Challenge,” or FOWC for short. I will choose a word and write a post built around that word.

If you’d like to FOWC with me, please feel free to do so. Be sure to tag your post #FOWC and link it back to my daily FOWC.

Image credit: geralt at


B78016A9-B71B-4159-91B2-AA991C1D4044There are days lately when I feel like I’m broken.

Days when nothing seems right and everything seems wrong.

Days when the very idea of getting up and out of bed is abhorrent.

Days when my body aches and my mind has stopped functioning.

Days when my shell feels cracked and my insides feel rotten.

Days when I wish the nightmare would finally be over.

And then there are days like today.

Days when the sun is shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky.

Days when I can’t wait to rise and shine and meet the world head-on.

Days when I feel as if all of my dreams will come true.

Days when I’ll be seeing you, hugging you, touching you, loving you.

Days when you fix my broken body, my broken heart, my broken soul.

Days when you put me back together again.

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “broken.” Image credit: Marisa04 at

MLMM Photo Challenge — Heavenly Bodies

img_1437“I was inspired by a photograph from NASA in which the sun and the moon were set up in juxtaposition with one another” explained the artist. img_1439“That’s what gave me the idea for my series of photographs where I juxtapose a heavenly body and a woman’s body.”

“But your work is rather macabre, don’t you think?” the interviewer asked. “And some might say it’s a bit misogynistic and even sadistic, given that all of your subjects that you’ve juxtaposed with the moon, the sun, planets, and stars are women who are tied up or in some sort of physical or sexual distress.”

“Well, yes, but that is the message I’m trying to get across, actually,” she said. “You see, by focusing on a woman’s body and her appearance in our society, we are objectifying her. Even the term “heavenly bodies,” when regularly applied to a woman’s appearance, gives the impression that a woman is defined by her body and not by her substance. Women should be recognized and appreciated for who we are on the inside and not merely for what we look like on the outside.”

“And that’s why you chose ‘Heavenly Bodies’ as the title for your show?” the interviewer asked.

“Exactly,” the photographer said. “Heavenly bodies aren’t so heavenly when women are treated as mere objects subject to the more sadistic nature of men, are they?”

Written for this week’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge (photo credit: Luis Gonzalez Palma), and for today’s one-word prompt, “juxtapose.”

Happy Retirement


The retirement ceremony was brief. “In a appreciation of his forty years with Klemperer and Sons, I am pleased to give this engraved silver pocket watch to our retiring head of accounting, Harry Rhodes,” the eldest Klemperer son said.

The two dozen or so employees who were gathered in the large meeting room gave Harry a round of applause. One of them started a “speech! speech!” chant and a few others joined in, prompting Harry to stand up and say a few words.

“I don’t know what to say, and as most of you know, I’m usually not speechless,” Harry said, generating a smattering of chuckles. He looked at the pocket watch George Klemperer has presented to him. “Just what a retiree needs, right? A watch. So that I’ll always know what time it is when what time it is doesn’t really matter all that much anymore.”

Harry took note of the awkward silence. “After forty years with the firm, all working in the accounting department, I’m finally hanging up my visor, pocket protector, and armband and retiring. It’s a good thing I figured out early in my career how to embezzle millions of dollars off the books just for this occasion.”

Again, an awkward silence. “I’m just joking,” Harry said. Then holding up his pocket watch, “I guess I’d better, um, watch what I say, eh?”

This time his comment drew laughter and a round of applause. Harry spent a few more minutes shaking hands and bidding his former coworkers farewell.

As he was leaving the office for the last time, Harry went over to his personal assistant of the past ten years. He winked at her, leaned over, and whispered in her ear, “I wasn’t joking.” Then he placed the pocket watch in her hand and said, “give this to your husband,” and kissed her on the cheek and told her goodbye.

Written for today’s one word prompt, “ceremony.”