It’s the Economy, Stupid

It’s the Economy, Stupid

In 1992, Jim Carville had a phrase, 

for the then Mr. Clinton’s run for president in those campaign

days and the former president actually use it. 

"It’s the economy, stupid,".......he would proclaim.

A line that now, I find myself using when

I engage in conversations with colleagues at work about the state of the economy and the times we are in. 

Most of us wake up with such a dread in the morning, off to work, where we're often led, and statistically a third of our country’s workforce hate to go to work but must go: no need to guess why,.....it’s the economy, stupid. Ha!

 Nothing more and nothing less. 

Then a roof over the head, a home we

own or rent; It’s the economy, where the money is spent. 

Food on the table, meals to be fed;

it’s the economy, stupid 

The lights we flick when night turns

to black; it’s the economy, stupid. 

The gas for the stove, power for the

gadgets we love so much at home; it’s the economy, stupid. 

A fridge full of food/groceries doesn’t

that feel good? It’s the economy, stupid. 

It’s the economy, stupid x3.

The clothes on our back, the fuel in

our cars, for every commute, whether near or far to

work; it's the economy, stupid.

A trip to the doctor, to heal and

renew from illnesses, it’s all the economy, that’s carrying

you, stupid. 

Medicine cabinets, prescriptions to

fill, it's the economy, stupid.

A parent’s childcare, part of the

bills, whether employed or unemployed; it's the economy, stupid.

The cost of tuition that leaves

dreams delayed or never realized; it’s the economy, stupid.

No retirement contributions, no plan

for the future, it's the economy, stupid.

When layoffs hit, it’s hard to

pretend you can make it, it's the economy, stupid. 

No insurance to cover when life’s on

the line, it’s the economy, stupid, every time. 

Heat in the winter, cool air in the

hot summer; it's the economy, stupid.

Shoes for our kids, or the ones on our

feet, everything is money but; it's the economy, stupid.

A phone we replace, the internet’s

cost. It's the economy, stupid.

The vacations we dream of, a break we all

sought, and yet still, we return to work week

after week. It's the economy, stupid.

So when you're struggling, and when times

aren't so good, 

Juggling jobs, trying to make ends

meet, understood? It’s the economy, stupid.

So don't you forget that,..... it's all the economy, stupid.

I remain your pal, 

Ronnie, with no regrets. 

 

NYC Politics and the Political Fallout of Mayor Eric Adams' and His Historic Indictment

Living in New York, politics is never far from my mind, and this week the biggest story dominating the city is the shocking 57-page federal indictment handed to Mayor Eric Adams. 

What exactly went wrong? Well, the charges are steep: corruption, influence peddling, and more. As mayor of the nation's most powerful city, holding this office isn't just another political title; it carries significant weight. And now, Adams finds himself at the center of a historic scandal. 

Some of the allegations against Mayor Adams include questionable dealings related to the Turkish House and allegations of accepting luxury trips with his partner, such as a controversial trip to Ghana. There are also accusations of straw donations from construction companies, hinting at serious campaign finance violations. These are just a few examples from a long list of charges. 

Yesterday, Mayor Adams addressed the press, making it clear that he has no plans to resign. He accused the federal government of unfairly targeting him, but how much truth is there to that? We will see. While his defiance in the face of these heavy charges might rally some supporters, the weight of this case can't be ignored. It is recorded that Adams is the first mayor in New York City’s history to face indictment.

The real question everyone is asking now: Will he end up in jail? Hopefully not in Rikers Island, of all places, but his fate will depend on how this legal battle unfolds. He has promised to fight this "with every ounce of his spirit," but with the mounting pressure, how long can he hold out?

Already, many of his top officials have lost their jobs, and the political landscape in New York has been shaken. Holding the office of mayor in New York City is no small feat, and navigating its political complexity is daunting. For Adams, the challenge now is not just governing but also clearing his name, if that’s even possible with the evidence stacked against him at this point. 

This scandal brings to light the murky waters of American politics. Political campaigns in the U.S. are very expensive, and almost every politician, at some point, accepts donations to fund their run for office. But in a system where money talks, these donations often come with strings attached. Once elected, politicians may feel pressure to "return the favor" to their major donors, a practice that can blur the line between legal fundraising and outright corruption. 

So, what’s next for Mayor Adams? In my opinion, despite his current stance, the pressure for him to resign will only grow. As the nation braces for a major election this November, this story is far from over. Only time will tell how it will all play out. 

Stay tuned! 

I remain your Pal, Ronnie 

Why Change Is So Hard: A Piece from the Heart

I believe change is one of the most difficult things that we humans encounter the most. Whether it's moving to a new home, starting a new job, or watching friendships fade away during times of upheavals, change often comes with deep emotional turmoil. 

It's easy to feel overwhelmed by the loss of stability, comfort, and familiar faces when life shifts unexpectedly. And before you realize, you feel like a fish out of fresh water, everything around becomes extremely uncomfortable. This is partly why we humans are in a way allergic to change. Have you ever been told that "this is how we always did it" when you are trying to introduce change at work or even in your home? The resistance to change can be fierce. But changes we must.

From Rockland to Long Island

First change that can shake you to your core is checking homes. Home has always been synonymous to life. So, just the mere thought of leaving a home, the walls that have absorbed many years of your precious memories, laughter, and even tears, can feel like uprooting a part of your soul and I sincerely believe this to be true. 

A home is not just a structure; it's where life happens. Moving can cause you physical stress, but the emotional weight can be even heavier and sometimes unbearable. Each room or space in your home holds a piece of your past, a reminder of people and moments that shaped who you are and the time you were in that space for. And there comes that time you are compelled or forced by the decisions to box it all up, pack it away in some storage elsewhere, and confront the unknown in a new place.

The next discomfort comes through the uncertainty of a new environment, the logistics of settling in, and the struggle to make it feel like "home" again often breed anxiety. The neighborhoods, the sounds, the rhythm of life, sense of security, they’re all so different. You yearn for what you left behind, even if you're excited about what lies ahead is what keeps your preoccupied.

From Yale New Haven to Patchogue Long Island Community

Then, comes the new job, or leaving an old one. In my case I will not be changing jobs, but places/culture of the job. I will still be doing the same type of job except with new people in a new hospital. This new workplace wouldn't just be about making a living; it’s also where a sense of purpose and where I feel I belong professionally would be found. Losing that, or stepping into a new role, can feel disorienting. In a new place, the questions remain the same. Will my new colleagues accept me? Will I excel in this new environment like my previous ones? Self-doubt creeps in as the quest to navigate these unfamiliar processes and expectations, trying to find my place in a new environment can be challenging to say the least. But experience is always there to help. Like me, something you are used to doing over and over can be done differently in the new work environment. So when you try to do it, they will question you. To question can be annoying. By stay the course the course. The beauty is that, everyone got their own thing to do and sooner of later they will realize how good you are and they will never question or doubt what you can do.

And then come the weight of proving myself to these new coworkers, like I briefly touched upon above, this can be exhausting both physically and mentally. Then you begin to realized that what is left behind is not only a job, but likely some form of identity that came with the old job. Now, you must rebuild that identity, perhaps reinvent yourself entirely. And that is not a small feet. I am writing from the heart and from wealth of information. With self reflections, a lot of wonderful things can happen here, You can make changes that were too desirable in the past and see what the result will be in the present. I am always exploring way to be a better me everyday and I don't know about you. ha!

Losing Friends

What’s even harder is realizing that some friends, those you thought would be there during difficult transitions, fade away like fog in the air. How wimpy!. We all might long to lean on others, to find support during these chaotic period, but sometimes they’re simply not there. Maybe they’re dealing with their own battles, or perhaps the connection wasn’t as strong as I might have thought, this one makes sense to me. 

I can never in a million years think that someone deemed a friend, in fact more than that, shared years of laughter, doubts, anxieties, worries with can secretly be resentful and with the least opportunity, pulls the plug. Either ways, it feels like a double loss losing the stability of friendship at a time when it's needed the most and the lost of common goals. I am still a big believer that if friends can't talk about misunderstanding when it happens with some gumption, then that relationship is not qualified to be called friendship whatsoever. Honestly the relationship of "friend" is questionable in these United States of Anxiety. And that is an unfortunate assessment. We were not all blessed with big families and that is why a good friend could always make up for what is lacking in a family.  

Bringing it all home, it’s always tempting to throw in the towel when you try to usher in change in your life, to succumb to despair and walk away from it all. The pain of change, the feeling of isolation it can cause, and the fear of the unknown makes giving up seem like an easier option. But in life, any decision that is easy and quick to make is never the best. It will end in disaster. But deep inside, I know I can’t give up. I just got to keep moving forward and do what is necessary. There’s something that drives this change forward: hope, belief, or maybe a quiet resolve that I haven’t come this far to stop now. Fighting for what believed, pushing through the discomfort, and staying true to my heartfelt values during times of upheavals like this are acts of courage. To me, it's a form of rebellion against despair. I won't let despair in on this one. I am on the move!

This fight though, whether it’s for a better life, a dream job, or just peace of mind requires strength that often feels beyond my reach. I absolutely believe in this. But I must dig deep. I have to, time and again remind myself that what I believe are worth standing up for, even when it feels like the world is crumbling around me. It's not just about surviving the change but thriving in it, and that takes unwavering dedication and resolve.

I often hear people say, “Things will get better” or “You just have to stay positive.” The reality is, talk is cheap. Words of comfort are nice, but they do little to ease the weight on the shoulders when I am in the thick of it. People can give advice or offer well-meaning encouragement, but in the end, guess who is the one living through it all. I am the only one who has to find the strength to push through it.

In the end, what separates those who merely wish for change from those who actually succeed is the ability to take action. Making the decision to leave a toxic job, pack up your life and move, or fight for something you care about takes courage. But taking that first step is only the beginning. The real challenge lies in staying the course, even when the path gets harder. Thank God I have the strength and courage push through all these doubts, face all the setbacks, and continue moving forward when every fiber in me wants to just stay and be like everybody. I am grateful. 

Taking action requires not just physical movement, but mental fortitude, too. It’s easy to talk about dreams, easier still to envision a better future, but transforming thoughts into reality is where the true struggle lies. It requires dedication, patience, and the willingness to endure discomfort along the way.

Change is hard and I will be the first to tell you so because it forces you out of your comfort zone. It strips away the familiar and challenges you to grow in the unfamiliar. The growth potential can be a big motivator despite the fact that some things will be lost along the way: homes, jobs, and sometimes even friendships. But you can also gain something invaluable: resilience. And though the road is tough, and giving up sometimes feels like an option, the decision to keep fighting, to keep moving forward, is what ultimately shapes the future to hopefully what is envisioned. The hardest part isn't wanting a better life; it's doing the difficult work to make that life a reality. 

So, don't be afraid of change, embrace it for all you know, it will be the last man standing when all is said and done. 

I remain your pal, Ron

Test! Test! Test! One of the Key Constants of Life (k) as in Math

Life is one giant test and we get tested every step of the way throughout our lives on this planet. 

All  that thought got me wondering a lot about life and it really looks like everything we do in this life revolves around tests of different kinds. 

Today marked the beginning of a three-month long contract at Long Island Community Hospital on Long Island for me. It is small but bustling hospital in the East of New York. Before getting started with everything this morning when we started, we were given a test on EPIC EMR software. This wasn’t just a routine task; it was a test to specifically measure our proficiency of the electronic documentation software giant. The stakes were clear: if you didn’t pass, you’d have to attend a grueling nine-hour live class on Wednesday the 25th 2024. This was not hard but the sitting and daunting repetitive work was something I couldn't imagine doing.

Anyone who knows me understands I hate sitting still over a long period of time. In fact, I’m still amazed how I managed to sit through hundreds of hours of lectures in college. When I learned about the consequences of failing this test, I was determined to avoid that nine-hour pain of sitting at all costs. I sat down, did my best, and hoped that I wouldn’t have to suffer through what I imagine is a torturous day of lectures and software training.

At around 1 PM, the results were finally in. Our instructor came in and told me and others that we passed. I let out a sigh of relief, but I couldn’t help but feel sorry for my colleagues who didn’t make the cut and now face nine hours of training. My empathy was activated but I couldn't help.  

However, this experience got me thinking deeply: life is full of tests. From the day we’re born to the day we die, we are constantly tested in one way or another. The fear of failure often looms large over many of us, and it can cause anxiety, even hysteria, especially when we feel unprepared.

In college, I didn’t fail many tests, but I certainly had a few I didn’t do as well on. There’s something about the anxiety that tests provoke. I know I feel it when I have to take a test I was not ready for. The trick for me has always been to approach tests taking like a game, a challenge to be beaten, like playing an online game where the stakes are high but the strategy is simple.

But not all tests are the same.

While academic or job-related tests can be retaken, the ones that truly hit home are medical tests. These tests often come with life-changing consequences. I’ve seen patients and even colleagues go through a whirlwind of emotions, waiting for the results of medical tests that could drastically alter the course of their lives. It’s a different kind of anxiety, one that doesn’t go away after you leave the exam room. The outcome of a medical test could lead to a diagnosis that reshapes your future, unlike any test for a promotion or certification.

For instance, I had a friend who once confided in me about how he consistently failed his drug tests anytime he was about to get a job. He knew he wouldn’t pass, yet he couldn’t stop the root cause of that failure. His addiction was overpowering, and no test could change that. The results could almost always be predicted. This was a battle far more significant than any academic test, the test that alters life itself. Addictions are demons many of us face, and failing a drug test only adds to the burden.

So, why do we put so much weight on tests?

Is it because they serve as an easy metric for evaluation? Personally, I’ve never believed tests are the best measure of intelligence or skill. Ever met a very intelligence, high scorer of tests who couldn't engage in coherent logical conversations? I do. Tests can certainly tell you what you know at a particular moment, but they don’t account for creativity, emotional intelligence, or perseverance. I could be wrong but hey, my opinions are all mine in Ronnie's World. 

But I want to know, what about you? How have you handled test-taking anxieties in the past, present, and even what you anticipate in the future?

Drop me a comment — I’d love to hear your stories.

Caio!

Yours Pal, Ron

Greetings from East Patchogue, NY

Today is September 23rd, 2024

And today marks an interesting and important day for me. As you all know, I've always had the desire to pursue work opportunities while traveling, and now it’s official. As I begin this new chapter, I know there will be challenges, such as leaving behind the comfort of familiarity, embracing the unknown but I believe it will be a worthwhile experience overall.

I arrived in a small town on Long Island called Patchogue yesterday the 22nd, and will be here for three months. The hospital is conveniently located very close to where I’m staying at Hewlett Ave, East Patchogue. It's a small cozy community, and so far, it seems like a pleasant place to settle into for the next few months. I had the opportunity to meet my landlord for the first time today. He seems like a nice man, though quite straightforward, particularly when it comes to business. I think we will do fine. Once I have my solitude around me, I am all set.

I anticipate that this job will take me all around the hospital given me the opportunity to study the facility fairly quickly. While I don’t want to be overly confident, I feel prepared for whatever is thrown my way when I hit the floor. For I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. I’m ready to see where this journey takes me.

Stay tune and don't forget to make somebody smile.

Leave me comments and stay tuned.

I remained your Pal, Ron

 

I Am Officially Back

 

Hi Everybody, 

I just wanted to let you know that I'm back! I promise to write more and keep you updated on what I've been up to on a much more frequent basis. I know I've fallen off my initial mission of frequent writings these past few years—it’s been a lot to keep up with. You know, adulting is no joke, ha!. But the things we enjoy doing should never be sacrificed, no matter what. Nothing is worth that. 

I’ll be traveling more often for work, and I’ll write more about the things I’m so passionate about—healthcare, politics (especially when something catches my attention), geopolitics, culture and everything big business and capitalism. Most of you already know where I stand when it comes to U.S. politics. 

We do love capitalism for its incredible achievements, but we also need to examine its downsides. It's arguably the only economic system that has advanced humanity as much as it has without the same level of deaths and suffering seen in other ideologies. So, that's what you can expect from me going forward.  

Stay tuned! 

Pal Ron 

 

3 in 1 Friday: Library, Park and the Barbershop

 

My First Library in America

It was a gorgeous late Friday morning, and I decided I should visit my old local library and I did. It was filled with reflection and nostalgia to say the least. I spent a lot of time there today, at least over 3 hours. While walking through the familiar doors of the Haverstraw King's Daughters Public Library in Garnerville, New York, I was reminded of my early days in America, the place where I first had and held my library card. And back then, I would use that card to borrow books, CDs, and even audio players home and for the road. We didn't have smart phones like today —now these things are almost all obsolete and likened to relics of a bygone era. It's absolutely incredible to think about how much has changed in the last decade and to wonder where the next ten years might take us. I can only imagine.

 

I did a lot of damage today in this Library. Stay clear or I'll talk your head off. Ha!

And today's visit wasn't just about memories, though, there was more. I also didn't go there to write a paper or to do homework that is coming due. But instead I was there as a free agent and found myself immersed in political philosophy,  anthropology, and especially reading more about the political economy of the U.S., the capitalist class, working class, the struggles within these classes, labor exploitation, rule of law, and how trauma came into the picture and has influenced the American way of life and culture. Why some of the most prominent people use sex tapes and perhaps sexual traumas to achieve fame. In essence I was reading more about things we are not allowed to think or question and definitely was never privy to in school🤔. My time in the Library was definitely all about some things that can help me with understanding of the multifaceted nature of the American way. Yes, the American way. That America.

I also dug into topics on consumerism, figures like AOC, and even the undeniable magnetism of Oprah Winfrey, whose ability to captivate people fascinates me—although I suspect she has her share of secrets too, hidden from the public.

I explored deeper into Marxism,  Communism, China and how successful it has become as a nation in the 21st Century and the managerial class, the so-called Professional Managerial Class (PMC), and why capitalism seems to be failing so many Americans. Think Karl Marx and Fredrich Engel. There’s this uncomfortable truth that the educational system here leaves people only partially educated.

There are times when education needs to be questioned. Familiar with factory schooling? For instance the very mention of the word "communism" in America can trigger predictable reactions from most people. And yet if you ask the average Joe out there what this political philosophy is about, I can guarantee you they will be scratching their heads.

Look, I'm not critical of capitalism in itself; it has done so much for me. I'm just thinking out loud about some of the things we are not permitted to ask or even think about. But I can’t ignore the struggles of those people less fortunate in our midst. I do a lot of traveling for work and I see a lot on my way. It always makes me wonder. An example is one of my friends, a former marine who once would have fought to death for this country, just received food stamps this week. Imagine the stigma and others that came with it. His plight made me question the system—not because he’s lacking in ambition or is lazy, but because it seems like the same country he protected has let him down. I don't know. Again, I'm just thinking out here.

It's these kinds of thoughts that occupied me during my library visit.

I always find myself asking more questions, thinking harder about the world, while still acknowledging my own privilege and the fortune I've had.

Until I write again on this subject, keep thinking and asking the hard questions.

 

A Perfect Day at Rockland Lake: Embracing Nature’s Bliss

Today, I had the pleasure of visiting Rockland Lake again, and it turned out to be yet another experience of pure tranquility and joy. The weather was picture-perfect—crisp and sunny, with just the right touch of warmth and delight for my taste. It was the kind of day that invites you to be outside, outdoorsy and surrounded by nature. I could have stay there all afternoon but I had to end it and head home for other chores awaiting me.

 Rockland Lake, New York, offers a walking trail that circles the entire lake, stretching over three plus miles. As I strolled along the path, I couldn't help but think, “What a fantastic day and exercise one could have” The trails provide a great way to stay active, and many other people seemed to agree with my assessment. I saw people biking, roller skating, and even a few folks simply soaking up the sun on benches and blankets. There was an undeniable sense of happiness in the air; everyone I passed seemed relaxed, comfortable in their state of being and perhaps content about everything I could imagine, exchanging warm smiles and friendly greetings.

The park has always been one of my favorites in the County and not only just a haven for people, but for wildlife as well. Throughout my walk there, I noticed the graceful deer wandering at a distance, geese paddling near the shoreline, and even fish visible in the lake’s clear waters. The presence of these animals brought a natural harmony to the park, adding to its peaceful atmosphere.

 The park is also well kept and neat with garbage peels everywhere. No littering is allowed. I'm sure one could be fined for it if caught. The restrooms were also nice and clean when I visited one.

 As I continued around the lake, I also noticed the subtle yet beautiful signs of autumn approaching. The leaves were beginning to turn shades of yellow, a soft reminder that fall is just around the corner. My favorite season of the four. It was one of those perfect moments where everything felt in sync—nature, people, and the peaceful environment. How therapeutic could that be?. I just had to be there.

Rockland Lake truly is a wonderful park and my top places to visit whenever I am in the area. Whether you’re looking for a peaceful retreat, a good workout, or simply a place to connect with nature, it has something for everyone. In fact, you can also have BBQ there with friends and family. I highly recommend a visit when you are around the area.

 In short, today’s visit was nothing short of perfect, and I can’t wait to go back and experience the changing seasons there next time.

 The Barbershop in Haverstraw, New York

I had a wonderful day today, filled with simple pleasures that reminded me how important it is to enjoy the moment, wherever life takes you. I started the day at the library, one of my favorite places in town. There's something about being surrounded by books that always brings me peace. After that, I headed to the park for a brief walk, just to soak in the sun and enjoy a few moments of quiet reflection.

 As the day went on, I had an interesting reminder from someone so dear to me that it might be time for a haircut. It was one of those comments that signals more than just the obvious—it’s like a nudge toward self-care. Part of me knew it was time, but I was holding off, hoping to wait until next week when I head to Patchogue, on Long Island NY for work. It'll be a completely new environment for me, and I’ve been mentally preparing to make all the adjustments that come with being in a new place. However, after that little nudge, I figured I might as well get the haircut now and take one less thing off my plate before the move.

While on my way home, I passed through Haverstraw and decided to stop by a barbershop that caught my eye, a small Spanish spot. It was quick, though the music was a bit too loud for my liking. You know, “that loud”. The barber was efficient though, and in no time, I was out the door with a fresh cut.

Still, I don’t think I’ll go back next time—not quite the vibe I was looking for. But hey, it served its purpose, and the next time I need a cut, I’ll hopefully find something that suits me better in Patchogue, Long Island. Hasta la vista,  no. 

Like most men, I appreciate a good haircut. There's something about it that just boosts your mood and makes you feel ready to take on whatever's next. For now, I’m just happy to have it done.

That was my day—a few simple stops, each with its own small joys. The best part? I savored the moments, knowing that life is always changing, in ways that are unimaginable, and we’ve got to find peace wherever we are.

 

Until I write again, keep thinking, breathing, and living life to the fullest.

 

Peace ✌️.

 

Pal Ron