OUTRAGED PATRIOT!

I always liked Lee Iacocca; now I remember why!


Lee Iacocca Statement
Reprinted from THE WASHINGTON NEWSLETTER

By Lee Iacocca


Had Enough? Am I the only guy in this country who's fed up with what's happening? Where the hell is our outrage?

We should be screaming bloody murder. We've got a gang of clueless bozos steering our ship of state right over a cliff, we've got corporate gangsters stealing us blind, and we can't even clean up after a hurricane much less build a hybrid car. But instead of getting mad, everyone sits around and nods their heads when the politicians say, "Stay the course." Stay the course? You've got to be kidding. This is America , not the damned Titanic. I'll give you a sound bite: Throw the bums out! You might think I'm getting senile, that I've gone off my rocker, and maybe I have. But someone has to speak up.

I hardly recognize this country anymore. The President of the United States is given a free pass to ignore the Constitution, tap our phones, and lead us to war on a pack of lies. Congress responds to record deficits by passing a huge tax cut for the wealthy (thanks, but I don't need it). The most famous business leaders are not the innovators but the guys in handcuffs. While we're fiddling in Iraq, the Middle East is burning and nobody seems to know what to do. And the press is waving pom-poms instead of asking hard questions. That's not the promise of America my parents and yours traveled across the ocean for.

I've had enough. How about you? I'll go a step further. You can't call yourself a patriot if you're not outraged. This is a fight I'm ready and willing to have. My friends tell me to calm down. They say, "Lee, you're eighty-two years old. Leave the rage to the young people." I'd love to, as soon as I can pry them away from their iPods for five seconds and get them to pay attention. I'm going to speak up because it's my patriotic duty. I think people will listen to me. They say I have a reputation as a straight shooter. So I'll tell you how I see it, and it's not pretty, but at least it's real.

I'm hoping to strike a nerve in those young folks who say they don't vote because they don't trust politicians to represent their interests. Hey, America , wake up. These guys work for us. Who Are These Guys, Anyway? Why are we in this mess? How did we end up with this crowd in Washington ? Well, we voted for them, or at least some of us did. But I'll tell you what we didn't do. We didn't agree to suspend the Constitution. We didn't agree to stop asking questions or demanding answers. Some of us are sick and tired of people who call free speech treason. Where I come from that's a dictatorship, not a democracy. And don't tell me it's all the fault of right-wing Republicans or liberal Democrats. That's an intellectually lazy argument, and it's part of the reason we're in this stew. We're not just a nation of factions. We're a people. We share common principles and ideals. And we rise and fall together.

Where are the voices of leaders who can inspire us to action and make us stand taller? What happened to the strong and resolute party of Lincoln ? What happened to the courageous, populist party of FDR and Truman? There was a time in this country when the voices of great leaders lifted us up and made us want to do better. Where have all the leaders gone?


The Test of a Leader

I've never been Commander in Chief, but I've been a CEO. I understand a few things about leadership at the top. I've figured out nine points, not ten (I don't want people accusing me of thinking I'm Moses). I call them the "Nine Cs of Leadership." They're not fancy or complicated. Just clear, obvious qualities that every true leader should have. We should look at how the current administration stacks up. Like it or not, this crew is going to be around until January 2009. Maybe we can learn something before we go to the polls in 2008. Then let's be sure we use the leadership test to screen the candidates who say they want to run the country. It's up to us to choose wisely.

A leader has to show CURIOSITY. He has to listen to people outside of the "Yes, sir" crowd in his inner circle. He has to read voraciously, because the world is a big, complicated place. George W. Bush brags about never reading a newspaper. "I just scan the headlines," he says. Am I hearing this right? He's the President of the United States and he never reads a newspaper? Thomas Jefferson once said, "Were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers without a government, I should not hesitate for a moment to prefer the latter." Bush disagrees. As long as he gets his daily hour in the gym, with Fox News piped through the sound system, he's ready to go.

If a leader never steps outside his comfort zone to hear different ideas, he grows stale. If he doesn't put his beliefs to the test, how does he know he's right? The inability to listen is a form of arrogance. It means either you think you already know it all, or you just don't care. Before the 2006 election, George Bush made a big point of saying he didn't listen to the polls. Yeah, that's what they all say when the polls stink. But maybe he should have listened, because 70 percent of the people were saying he was on the wrong track. It took a "thumping" on election day to wake him up, but even then you got the feeling he wasn't listening so much as he was calculating how to do a better job of convincing everyone he was right.

A leader has to be CREATIVE, go out on a limb, be willing to try something different. You know, think outside the box. George Bush prides himself on never changing, even as the world around him is spinning out of control. God forbid someone should accuse him of flip-flopping. There's a disturbingly messianic fervor to his certainty. Senator Joe Biden recalled a conversation he had with Bush a few months after our troops marched into Baghdad. Joe was in the Oval Office outlining his concerns to the President, the explosive mix of Shiite and Sunni, the disbanded Iraqi army, the problems securing the oil fields. "The President was serene," Joe
recalled. "He told me he was sure that we were on the right course and that all would be well. 'Mr. President,' I finally said, 'how can you be so sure when you don't yet know all the facts?'" Bush then reached over and put a steadying hand on Joe's shoulder. "My instincts," he said. "My instincts." Joe was flabbergasted. He told Bush,"Mr. President, your instincts aren't good enough." Joe Biden sure didn't think the matter was settled. And, as we all know now, it wasn't. Leadership is all about managing change, whether you're leading a company or leading a country. Things change, and you get creative. You adapt. Maybe Bush was absent the day they covered that at Harvard Business School .

A leader has to COMMUNICATE. I'm not talking about running off at the mouth or spouting sound bites. I'm talking about facing reality and telling the truth. Nobody in the current administration seems to know how to talk straight anymore. Instead, they spend most of their time trying to convince us that things are not really as bad as they seem. I don't know if it's denial or dishonesty, but it can start to drive you crazy after a while. Communication has to start with telling the truth, even when it's painful. The war in Iraq has been, among other things, a grand failure of communication. Bush is like the boy who didn't cry wolf when the wolf was at the door. After years of being told that all is well, even as the casualties and chaos mount, we've stopped listening to him.

A leader has to be a person of CHARACTER. That means knowing the difference between right and wrong and having the guts to do the right thing. Abraham Lincoln once said, "If you want to test a man's character, give him power." George Bush has a lot of power. What does it say about his character? Bush has shown a willingness to take bold action on the world stage because he has the power, but he shows little regard for the grievous consequences. He has sent our troops (not to mention hundreds of thousands of innocent Iraqi citizens) to their deaths. For what? To build our oil reserves? To avenge his daddy because Saddam Hussein once tried to have him killed? To show his daddy he's tougher? The motivations behind the war in Iraq are questionable, and the execution of the war has been a disaster. A man of character does not ask a single soldier to die for a failed policy.

A leader must have COURAGE. I'm talking about balls. (That even goes for female leaders.) Swagger isn't courage. Tough talk isn't courage. George Bush comes from a blue-blooded Connecticut family, but he likes to talk like a cowboy. You know, My gun is bigger than your gun. Courage in the twenty-first century doesn't mean posturing and bravado. Courage is a commitment to sit down at the negotiating table and talk.

If you're a politician, courage means taking a position even when you know it will cost you votes. Bush can't even make a public appearance unless the audience has been handpicked and sanitized. He did a series of so-called town hall meetings last year, in auditoriums packed with his most devoted fans. The questions were all softballs.

To be a leader you've got to have CONVICTION, a fire in your belly. You've got to have passion. You've got to really want to get something done. How do you measure fire in the belly? Bush has set the all-time record for number of vacation days taken by a U.S. President, four hundred and counting. He'd rather clear brush on his ranch than immerse himself in the business of governing. He even told an interviewer that the high point of his presidency so far was catching a seven-and-a-half-pound perch in his hand-stocked lake.

It's no better on Capitol Hill. Congress was in session only ninety-seven days in 2006. That's eleven days less than the record set in 1948, when President Harry Truman coined the term do-nothing Congress. Most people would expect to be fired if they worked so little and had nothing to show for it. But Congress managed to find
the time to vote itself a raise. Now, that's not leadership.

A leader should have CHARISMA. I'm not talking about being flashy. Charisma is the quality that makes people want to follow you. It's the ability to inspire. People follow a leader because they trust him. That's my definition of charisma. Maybe George Bush is a great guy to hang out with at a barbecue or a ball game. But put him at a global summit where the future of our planet is at stake, and he doesn't look very presidential. Those frat-boy pranks and the kidding around he enjoys so much don't go over that well with world leaders.Just ask German Chancellor Angela Merkel, who received an unwelcome shoulder massage from our President at a G-8 Summit. When he came up behind her and started squeezing, I thought she was going to go right through the roof.

A leader has to be COMPETENT. That seems obvious, doesn't it? You've got to know what you're doing. More important than that, you've got to surround yourself with people who know what they're doing. Bush brags about being our first MBA President. Does that make him competent? Well, let's see. Thanks to our first MBA President, we've got the largest deficit in history, Social Security is on life support, and we've run up a half-a-trillion-dollar price tag (so far) in Iraq. And that's just for starters. A leader has to be a problem solver, and the biggest problems we face as a nation seem to be on the back burner.

You can't be a leader if you don't have COMMON SENSE. I call this Charlie Beacham's rule. When I was a young guy just starting out in the car business, one of my first jobs was as Ford's zone manager in Wilkes-Barre , Pennsylvania. My boss was a guy named Charlie Beacham, who was the East Coast regional manager. Charlie was a big Southerner, with a warm drawl, a huge smile, and a core of steel. Charlie used to tell me, "Remember, Lee, the only thing you've got going for you as a human being is your ability to reason and your common sense. If you don't know a dip of horseshit from a dip of vanilla ice cream, you'll never make it."

George Bush doesn't have common sense. He just has a lot of sound bites. You know, Mr.they'll-welcome-us-as-liberators-no-child-left-behind-heck-of-a-job-Brownie-mission-accomplished Bush. Former President Bill Clinton once said, "I grew up in an alcoholic home. I spent half my childhood trying to get into the reality-based world, and I like it here." I think our current President should visit the real world once in a while.

The Biggest C is Crisis Leaders are made, not born. Leadership is forged in times of crisis. It's easy to sit there with your feet up on the desk and talk theory. Or send someone else's kids off to war when you've never seen a battlefield yourself. It's another thing to lead when your world comes tumbling down. On September 11, 2001, we needed a strong leader more than any other time in our history. We needed a steady hand to guide us out of the ashes. Where was George Bush? He was reading a story about a pet goat to kids in Florida when he heard about the attacks. He kept sitting there for twenty minutes with a baffled look on his face. It's all on tape. You can see it for yourself. Then, instead of taking the quickest route back to Washington and immediately going on the air to reassure the panicked people of this country, he decided it wasn't safe to return to the White House. He basically went into hiding for the day, and he told Vice President Dick Cheney to stay put in his bunker.

We were all frozen in front of our TVs, scared out of our wits, waiting for our leaders to tell us that we were going to be okay, and there was nobody home. It took Bush a couple of days to get his bearings and devise the right photo op at Ground Zero. That was George Bush's moment of truth, and he was paralyzed. And what did he do when he'd regained his composure? He led us down the road to Iraq, a road his own father had considered disastrous when he was President. But Bush didn't listen to Daddy. He listened to a higher father. He prides himself on being faith based, not reality based. If that doesn't scare the crap out of you, I don't know what will.


A Hell of a Mess.

So here's where we stand. We're immersed in a bloody war with no plan for winning and no plan for leaving. We're running the biggest deficit in the history of the country. We're losing the manufacturing edge to Asia , while our once-great companies are getting slaughtered by health care costs. Gas prices are skyrocketing, and nobody in power has a coherent energy policy. Our schools are in trouble. Our borders are like sieves. The middle class is being squeezed every which way. These are times that cry out for leadership.

But when you look around, you've got to ask: "Where have all the leaders gone?" Where are the curious, creative communicators? Where are the people of character, courage, conviction, competence, and common sense? I may be a sucker for illiteration, but I think you get the point.

Name me a leader who has a better idea for homeland security than making us take off our shoes in airports and throw away our shampoo? We've spent billions of dollars building a huge new bureaucracy, and all we know how to do is react to things that have already happened. Name me one leader who emerged from the crisis of Hurricane Katrina. Congress has yet to spend a single day evaluating the response to the hurricane, or demanding accountability for the decisions that were made in the crucial hours after the storm. Everyone's hunkering down, fingers crossed, hoping it doesn't happen again. Now, that's just crazy. Storms happen. Deal with it. Make a plan. Figure out what you're going to do the next time.

Name me an industry leader who is thinking creatively about how we can restore our competitive edge in manufacturing. Who would have believed that there could ever be a time when "the Big Three" referred to Japanese car companies? How did this happen, and more important, what are we going to do about it? Name me a government leader who can articulate a plan for paying down the debt, or solving the energy crisis, or managing the health care problem. The silence is deafening. But these are the crises that are eating away at our country and milking the middle class dry.

I have news for the gang in Congress. We didn't elect you to sit on your asses and do nothing and remain silent while our democracy is being hijacked and our greatness is being replaced with mediocrity. What is everybody so afraid of? That some bobblehead on Fox News will call them a name? Give me a break. Why don't you guys show some spine for a change? Had Enough? Hey, I'm not trying to be the voice of gloom and doom here. I'm trying to light a fire. I'm speaking out because I have hope. I believe in America.

In my lifetime I've had the privilege of living through some of America's greatest moments. I've also experienced some of our worst crises, the Great Depression, World War II, the Korean War, the Kennedy assassination, the Vietnam War, the 1970s oil crisis, and the struggles of recent years culminating with 9/11. If I've learned one thing, it's this: You don't get anywhere by standing on the sidelines waiting for somebody else to take action. Whether it's building a better car or building a better future for our children, we all have a role to play. That's the challenge I'm raising in this book. It's a call to action for people who, like me, believe in America. It's not too late, but it's getting pretty close. So let's shake off the horseshit and go to work. Let's tell 'em all we've had enough.


Lee Iacocca

A LITTLE BIT of RAIN...

Steve's dad died Sunday.

We got the call from the UK at around 6pm (edst). It was sudden and unexpected.

We're feverishly packing and preparing for the transatlantic flight to take us home to Scotland this evening. This is when we feel so far away... Please keep us in your thoughts I always have a bit of fear when my entire family is on one flight and that is indeed what we are doing... I know it's silly, but it scares me. (Continental 36)

As for our return to New Jersey, I think we will be heading home on Saturday and Sunday. After much discussion and tearful decision making, we have come to the conclusion that the best thing to do is stagger the homecomings to suit everyone in the best possible way. Steve and the boys will be coming home on Saturday to attend Gabe's graduation from University and I will stay one more day and bring mother in law and the younger girls home with me on Sunday. Difficult decision for us to make, having me miss Gabe's graduation, but he was so generous about it, fully understanding that I need to be there for my mother in law... (Can I mix being so proud of my loving son and so hurt for Steve without some kind of mental crash?) Older sisters, Faith and Destiny, want to stay in Scotland for a week or so, but they all have to be back for Faith's graduation on June 9th.

Steve is not taking this well. He and his dad were very close - even talking on the phone Sunday afternoon while they were watching the games on opposite sides of the pond. Carrying on over West Ham's ostensibly illegal win... They always did that when there was a game. It ws only hours later, we got the call letting us know that Grandy went into renal failure and they had taken him to hospital via Emergency Services. "Stay by the phone," they said, "He's going to go..." We had gone out with some friends to console Steve over the corruption and demise of soccer but came racing home to sit and stare silently at the phone. Friends wanted to come with us to 'be there for' Steve, but he waved them off. (In all these years I don't think I have ever seen my darling truly terrified before.)

In another few hours, his father was gone. He'd been sick on and off since Christmas, but last week when Steve flew over to visit with him, he seemed so much better. Steve came home quite happy with his dad's progress, even talking about the likely possibility of flying his parents over for Faith's graduation.

Steve says he does not want to watch football (soccer) any more without his dad, but soccer and fishing are his sports passions so I have to believe that, in time, he will be all right watching it again... Today, he's been walking around aimlessly... Not speaking, not eating... It's heart wrenching to see him like this. I want to do something to make it all go away for him, but I know he has to go through it in his own way, his own time. Still...

Hard to say good bye to someone who was so good to me, who meant so much to my husband and our family. Harder still to see Steve in so much pain and be able to do nothing.

Remember me with smiles and laughter
For that is how I'll remember you all.
If you can only remember me with tears,
Then I'd rather you didn't remember me at all... --Michael Landon

All for now...
CM

MADDY...

This 3 year old was taken 11 days ago from her vacation apartment in Portugal. If you are traveling by plane, train, boat or car... or just walking aong, please, please keep your eyes and ears open for information and don't be afraid to get involved. This is a wee child! Please take a good solid look at the photograph, then think of your own children and get to your knees to pray for her safe return to her family.

Hold on to your children... Nothing matters more...

I have no other words today.

Carol

RANDOM THOUGHTS and TIME PASSAGES...

Been a while since I have written here.

This is actually good news.

The weather in NJ has been sensational. Lots of time outdoors, tending to the gardens, playing soccer or softball... a little B-ball and of course some hide and seek. It's good for the soul - and good for the muse! Our property, just now, is awash with color. All our trees blooming at peak. Magnolias offer the deep burgundies and pinks, Lilacs for lavenders and whites, and Dogwoods for the yellows and ivories I love so much. Ground covered with a rainbow of Pansies, Tulips and Daffodils heralding the soon to bloom Azaleas also in whites, raspberry reds and purples. Our Lilies have begun to make their presence known; the grasses are about nine to ten inches high already and the Hostas that offer white and lavender trumpet blooms have popped through the surface and sprouted almost overnight into puff-balls of giant green leaves! How I love this!

Gardening is a family event at our house. We have several acres, two of which are gardens. I full acre is designated Kitchen Garden and the rest is flora. Our flowers are mostly perennials. Steve and I design and plan the layout for the vegetable gardens every autumn for the following year. We weed through tons of seed catalogs and place our orders in late October for November arrival. We plant in January so they are mature enough to take outside by end of May. Steve and the boys (Michael, Gabriel, James, Danny and this year Liam, too) do the heavy work while the girls and I tend to the weeding and pruning. It's been that way since Michael was a baby. When Gabe arrived, first thing Michael taught him - once he learned to walk - was how to pull a weed. It just naturally evolved into a family activity. Now standing at 6'6" (in bare feet), they both tower over the rest of us, including their dad. He and I will be tilling the soil this weekend and they will be here on the weekend after the 15th to help transplant all the vegetables from the greenhouse. I am hoping, but don't fully trust that the last frost will have hit us by then...

Currently, it's all about the flowers; my little ones are having a wonderful time surprising me with bouquets to place in my vases and set upon my desk. Today, for example, I have an antique glass vase filled with a magnificent array of colorful, fragrant roses that Steve brought me on Friday, two vases with pansies the kids brought me from the gardens, and a crystal vase of white Calla Lilies Steve brought me on Sunday. Callas were my mother's favorite. She passed away in 1996 and for some reason, I was missing her so terribly last week... On Sunday morning when Steve went out to get the papers and Sunday treats, he saw the flowers and brought them home to me. How thoughtful is he? I am one lucky woman and I know it! How could I help but love him so much!

Anyway, I was telling you about my office... My windowsills are adorned with vases of more white Calla Lilies from the kids who liked their dad's idea, and several planters of white daises which happen to be my favorite flower. My office now looks like a Garden of Eden... and smells so delightful it's difficult for me to leave it. Matter of fact, yesterday, I found Steve in here reading his Sports Pages and grinning ear to ear... This morning, Faith was in here studying for an exam she'll be taking later this afternoon - Physics, yeccch! (Better her than me!)

Note to self: Buy lock for Office.

The really wonderful thing about all this gardening business, besides the perk that we spend so much time together as a family, is that it serves us all season long and encourages Michael and Gabe (and their sensational girlfriends) to come home a lot for eats-outta-the-garden. Michael lives in Hoboken in an awesome loft overlooking the Hudson. (Steve and I would like to have it.) In five minutes he's in Manhattan to work. Gabe lives on Long Island where he is attending University, but has plans to move to Manhattan next year.

We planted a tree for each child as they arrived... They shade the gardens now...

Where did the years go?


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Yesterday, I begged off the afternoon game of freeze tag in order to resume my position as responsible adult. While the kids were playing, I finally took the computer out to the deck and wrote for about two hours. Heaven on earth! I so enjoy being the house in the neighborhood where all the kids gather. Selfishly, uh, it makes me feel young to know they all like it here; protectively, it's comforting and calming to know where my kids are, what they are doing - and with whom; conclusively, it's all good! The neighborhood kids all know they can come to Steve or me if there should ever be any trouble. There is no messin' wit us!

Note to self: Forget about the lock.

Michael told us over the weekend that he's been offered a promotion already... Gabe graduates University in a few more days and has secured a wonderful position with Capitol Records who have just merged with ( i.e. taken over) his former employer, Virgin. Faith starts college in August and has, after a year of searching, investigating, and interviewing, chosen a University in Pennsylvania - just outside Philly. Only an hour away! Steve and I are ecstatic that she's decided not to accept the invitation from UCLA! -- Nothing against UCLA, mind you, except that it's, uh, so far away. In spite of our delight over the proximity, for some reason we are both taking this transition really hard.

I was sick when Michael left for college, better when Gabe left, though still dreadfully unhappy for more than just a few days, but with Faith going, I can't explain it; we're both messed up over it. Isn't that odd; I thought it would get easier, but it is clearly the opposite.

Next year we will bid Destiny a college adieu and no matter how difficult it may be, Steve and I are determined that it will be a time for celebration. Four years ago at this time, we thought we were going to lose her to leukemia. But a wonderful stranger came forth with a bone marrow donation that saved her life and there has been no sign of any cancer ever since. Thank God for that wonderful young man.

Until then, we get more primary school and high school fun! Let me count the ways... Liam will be four on August 4th - entering his second year of pre-school in September, Christina will be nine on July 22nd - entering fourth grade in September, Danny will be eleven on August 10th - entering sixth grade in September , Daisy will be twelve on January 8th - she'll be in seventh grade, James will be thirteen on November 6th - he'll be in eighth grade! So there will be carpooling, games, concerts, plays, recitals, homework... projects, and family dinners with ever more and more room appearing around the table... *sigh*

Where do the years go?!

As for Steve and me... we keep on keepin' on. Still diggin' each other - still playin', laughin', dancin', makin' music, and makin' love. My antique silver mirror that he gave me when we made our commitment to one another back in '78 still sits on the dresser... but, if I may steal a line from a movie, "the reflection's changed a bit".

We know how blessed we are, but still I wonder... Where do the years go?



Time goes, you say?
Alas, oh no.
Time stays;
We go...


Wonder if Austin Dobson was feeling as melancholy and random as I do today when he wrote that little verse...

I adore the adults my children are becoming but oh how I miss my babies...

CM

LAUGHS: Ian McKellen is a genius! INDEED!

Most of you know of my love for Ian McKellen... *Here is just a sampling of what makes him so special.
I saw this on **YouTube and laughed so hard, I simply had to pick it up for you all to see! (Is there anything Sir Ian McKellen cannot do?!) In my humble opinion, Sir Ian's self-effacing turn as a rather dense and incredibly self-absorbed version of himself is priceless, as is the look on Ricky Gervais's face as he describes how he acted like a wizard.

Enjoy! (Email me with or post your thoughts ...after you compose yourselves)



All right... I want to read your comments on this one!

Carol

*From: EXTRAS
**YOU TUBE Credit goes to: MissNophi2U - You can subscribe to her YouTube videos by visiting her site or clicking on the YouTube Logo at the bottom right of the screen.