Sunday, August 31, 2008
All women should be insulted. This is one former Hillary supporter who "gets" it. McCain must think that women are interchangeable... just put one out there and we'll vote for her, to hell with what we really believe in and what Hillary championed and worked so hard for.Does he think we are that stupid? And the obvious pandering for the single issue gun votes and single issue anti-abortion votes at the expense of the possible future leadership of this country.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
More people watched Obama speak from a packed stadium in Denver on Thursday than watched the Olympics opening ceremony in Beijing, the final "American Idol" or the Academy Awards this year, Nielsen Media Research said Friday.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
My fellow Democrats, 16 years ago, you gave me the profound honor to lead our party to victory and to lead our nation to a new era of peace and broadly shared prosperity.
Together, we prevailed in a hard campaign in which Republicans said I was too young and too inexperienced to be commander-in-chief.
CLINTON: It didn’t work in 1992, because we were on the right side of history. And it will not work in 2008, because Barack Obama is on the right side of history.
(and the best line of the speech...)
"People the world over," Clinton said, "have always been more impressed by the power of our example than by the example of power."
Monday, August 25, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Read more here. There is a link on Crooks and Liars, to a CNN story that is very revealing about McCain and the time in his life when he returned from Vietnam. I think what ticks me off the most after watching it, is that this man cheated on his wife with an heiress who was 17 years younger than him, (after a string of affairs prior to that,) lies to this young beautiful heiress about his age (says this right on camera..and then smiles broadly.... like some frat boy trying unsuccessfully to be cool), AND lies later about when they started seeing each other to cover his obvious infidelity. He looks pretty uncomfortable when he is presented with paperwork showing that when he applied for his new marriage license, he wasn't divorced yet....
"Just so we are clear- visiting your grandmother while vacationing in Hawaii, the state where you were you were born- elitist.
Meeting the millionaire heiress daughter (who you will soon begin an affair with and divorce your first wife and then go on and buy a ton of houses) in Hawaii and then going on and honeymooning in Hawaii– not elitist."
"I take full responsibility for the breakup of my marriage"....(he spouts his talking point....) (and later, again) ... "the responsibility is mine..."(and then this extremely inappropriate SMILE again, trying to signal the reporter to move on...) I think this mans uses these smiles to get through his anger at being confronted. Really I do. It's unnerving. But he continues to lie about it. Why not be honest about something that happened 30 years ago? "Yeah, you got me. I cheated on my wife, went after young girls for a lot of years, found a rich one and married her. That's my story."
You can even watch Cindy squirm and lie when she tries to make a case that McCain had been separated for 6 years before they got involved, when in real life they dated for 9 months WHILE HE WAS STILL LIVING WITH HIS WIFE.
If these were the Clintons this would be a PRIME TIME SPECIAL... complete with interviews of every woman he ever looked twice at....crying pathetically for the camera and calling him every name in the book.
It's the FREE PASS ON ALL THIS BY THE PRESS that bothers me more than McCain's hound-dogging 30 years ago. I don't really give a rat's behind about all this, as I have said a million times. Personal lives should be off limits. I don't care what you do in the bedroom, just don't screw this country. BUT C'MON.
The one consolation is the Right wingnuts can't push family values down our throats in this election.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Find me a find, catch me a catch
Look through your books
and make me a perfect match!
For Mama, make him a scholar,
For Papa, make him rich as a king
For me? Well, I wouldn't holler
If he were as handome as anything!
Make me a match, Find me a find,
Catch me a catch
Night after night in the dark I'm alone
So find me a match of my own.
(with a nod to Fiddler on the Roof)
This whole VP thing... well, it used to be it wasn't a big deal at all. The only job the VP has is to break a tie in the Senate and take over should the President's heart stop beating. (Wait, that part IS the big deal.... we need someone smart and like-minded who understands what it is like to be a good understudy. Ready at all times.... but backstage.) It's a really big job with a lot of perks, but... you are basically supposed to be in the shadow of the President. After all the President makes the big decisions. And has the red phone....(Is it really red? Or is it the red button? Or is it all Cold War BS I'm remembering?)
The media is calling the VP slot the one who does the "attack job." The VP is supposed to attack the other candidate...do the dirty work, with the Presidential candidate staying "above the fray." Maintaining that Presidential-ness and oh-so-becoming sense of decency, while the VP goes for the throat. Is this really what our electing process has become? And the hype is nauseating me. I haven't checked, but I bet Las Vegas bookies are taking odds on this "Veep-stakes" somehow for people who care to bet.
When all is said and done, I hope we can get back to talking about better health care, saving Social Security, (I'm getting older by the minute), ending the war, better educating our children and my favorite, MORE MONEY FOR THE SPACE PROGRAM.
The act of governing itself isn't as glamorous as the horse race of Presidential politics, or the "Veep-stakes," but those issues surely deserve more TV time and public discussion.
John Lee was born on this date in 1917. It's been seven years since he died.I would love to have put up a V@n Mor#rison video here to share with you all. He did some nice duets with John Lee.But of course THAT won't happen thanks to a group of lawyers whom I will not name here. Someone put up audio of a nice tune here. You can listen to it unless the Sheri$$ff takes it down.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Okay, I'll just say a few things. This is a Finnish Rock Band. What is amazing to me is that this video has over 1.5 MILLION hits. Sweet Home Alabama must strike a chord in people. This group also does Stairway to Heaven but I'm just afraid to click on it.
PS... Be sure not to miss the BIG ENDING. C'mon the whole video is only 2 minutes or so... oh...and I'm in love with the guy at 1:17 on the tape. He is so damn cute!
I tried on random nights or weekend afternoons to watch the Olympics. WITHOUT FAIL, everytime I grabbed my bowl of cereal, put my carcass on the couch and resolved to watch, BEACH VOLLEYBALL was on. Every time. Isn't it over yet? Strange.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
My old man's a white old man
And my old mother's black.
If ever I cursed my white old man
I take my curses back.
If ever I cursed my black old mother
And wished she were in hell,
I'm sorry for that evil wish
And now I wish her well
My old man died in a fine big house.
My ma died in a shack.
I wonder where I'm going to die,
Being neither white nor black?
This poem jumped out at me as I was reading a book by Wayne W. Dyer, called Wisdom of the Ages. It's a book full of poems and philosophies from some of the greatest thinkers. I open it time and again and read a passage. It's one of the books that will never leave my library.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I remember reading Wuthering Heights in high school...and later watching the movie. I think it was in black an white. Either that or the movie was just so dark.... out there on the moors.The love story of Heathcliff and Cathy.
Heathcliff: "Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest so long as I live on! I killed you. Haunt me, then! Haunt your murderer! I know that ghosts have wandered on the Earth. Be with me always. Take any form, drive me mad, only do not leave me in this dark alone where I cannot find you. I cannot live without my life! I cannot die without my soul."
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
I debated about doing this one more time. Audience fatigue or some such thing, but a series is a series....
The obvious headliner is John Edwards.Much to the glee of one of my Enquirer-loving friends, yes, he had an affair.I know the so called Main Stream Media that right wingnuts lament all the time about was a little slow to report it, but heck, you can't just "quote" the Enquirer, can you? (Unless you are Fox News....but I digress.) The jury is out on the little baby's daddy. The woman he met in the hotel now has some pretty nice digs to live in courtesy of someone who has money, but I don't know who that person really is. Bottom Line: I guess Edwards is off the short list for VP.
I hear Joe Biden's name mentioned a lot for the VP slot. I think he spoke at my college for some reason long ago. He had more hair then, but if it was him, he was pretty good. Obama-Biden sounds good, too. You have to consider how a name sounds. Really. Think of the Bumper Stickers.
God-knows-who Old Man McCain will pick.I hope not the Mormon with the magic underwear. (I posted about that a while back.) It will obviously be someone younger, because you can't find many people older now that Jessie Helms is dead.(snark)
Obama went to see his grandmother in Hawaii. Of course the right wing nuts are calling him elitist and saying he should have vacationed in ... say, Florida? That Hawaii sends the wrong message. Yeah, like McCain going to Bike Week. The only way he can draw a crowd is to show up where one already is, I guess.
George Bush had it rough at the Olympics. He went as a self proclaimed "number one fan of the USA." Probably thinking, I'll shake a few hands.... land a few high fives with the basketball team, watch the swimmers, say hi to the Chinese President, and go home. Easy Gig. NOT. It didn't exactly look like him and Russian President Putin were sharing popcorn. I'm sure old George gave him many good reasons to pull out of Georgia. The Peach crop would be utterly destroyed by the tanks. (snark)
The snark is overtaking the news, so I'll try to put cynicism aside for now. You are now up do date.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Leading up to the start of the Olympics there were a lot of negative news stories about Beijing. The pollution, the closed factories, the displaced families after places were torn down to make room for new buildings, the hardship of the countryfolk who must conserve water to make it available for Beijing.
I caught myself giving in to the negative. Sheesh. Why would anybody pick Beijing
to host the Olympics? Then, when I heard about surface to air missles on standby...just in case.... the old terrorism fear starting... creeping into my imagination. Maybe this wasn't a "safe" choice.
But then I watched the Opening Ceremonies. A perfect 10. Amazing. Stupendous. A creative balance of present and past. A triumph of the blending of high technology with the talents of thousands of people performing out of love of their country. And they performed with honor and respect and courtesy for all their guests. It truly was a coming out party for China. A billion people strong.
It made me.... hopeful somehow. After all the negative images we have seen, stories of incredible hardship, government crackdowns, the treatment of Tibet, etc. All that faded away for a moment, and I retreated to the wonder of it all, and of course the beauty. It was like discovering that the bully down the block has a butterfly collection.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
I've always wanted to sing like Chrissie Hynde.There's just something...I don't know...earthy and honest about her. (THINK: pretty much the opposite of everyone you hear out there today. Nothing staged or fake.)
Did you know she was born in Akron, Ohio? She went to Kent State...and was there during the infamous shootings according to Wikipedia.
"LIKE A BREAK IN THE BATTLE WAS YOUR PART, OH OH OH OH
IN THE WRETCHED LIFE OF A LONELY HEART."
Sunday, August 3, 2008
The local corn is ready. Vegetable stands are popping up around town with fresh tomatoes, peppers, cukes. Fresh peaches. Amish children with straw hats on the corner.
There's a whole aisle of school supplies in most stores. Fall sweaters for sale. The clouds are starting to look different. Puffier. (Oh no-not fall just yet!) The sky is brilliant blue.
The lilies are starting to die. (But I still got some nice pictures.) I bought mums for the front of the house. Sunflowers are looking great. The grass doesn't need cut as often. Butter flies and honeybees. Hummingbirds and crows. (And a three and half foot snake crawled into my garage yesterday, after getting sun in the street.)
Road crews and detours. The smell of tar and asphalt. Orange barrel capital of the world. Lots of motorcycles out. Concerts in the park. People washing cars. Yard sales.
Sitting on porches, drinking beer. Kids in pools. Lemonade.
Get out and enjoy it while it lasts.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
I lost a bar a few years ago and never found another that felt quite the same. In the grand scheme of things, maybe this doesn't seem important, but then in some ways it really was. I took it for granted back then. It was a nice Italian place.The owners were always there to greet you, and on Fridays the regular crowd was treated to free Pasta Fagioli from a big pot on a table at the end of the bar. For some of us that was dinner on Fridays. Oh some nights we'd order real sandwiches or a plate of pasta, fried zucchini, fried eggplant.. but I digress.
What really made it special wasn't just the food. It was the feeling that you could walk in and just know that in awhile someone else would be there you knew, or the owners would stop by to chat or let you try a bit of their homemade wine. Sometimes we'd catch up on gossip or talk about the new play in town or local politics. Then a bunch would go sit out on the patio and just watch the sun go down and take in the night breeze. The bar was right next to the Playhouse, so Friday nights brought in a variety of people-- actors and actresses, the stage crew, people in from out of town to watch the show, etc. The "regulars" consisted of a diverse group of all ages and walks of life--the political bigwigs, a very friendly and talkative group of social workers who came after work, a couple of local radio personalities, musicians, a few local eccentrics (one who claimed to have been at Woodstock), and even some people who were almost quite literally "on the street." The place reflected the community.
When the owners had to sell the bar, the crowd went their separate ways. I remember the "last" sort of normal Friday night there when people started "lobbying" for the next bar. But it was useless. The gang split up. Fractured. Dissipated. Never was the same. Thinking about it, we were never really a "gang" of people. Few of us really saw each other outside of Friday nights at the bar. Occasionally I see a few familiar faces from back then, when I'm out at other bars now. A smile, a wave here or there. . .
But there's no more free Pasta Fagioli on Friday night.