Animal Control

An animal was put down today. And while the owner is angry and sad and has lost a friend, this animal spent it’s life grubbing for food, cowering from logs hurled in the air and scratching severe flea infestations. This dog fought for every bit of food he got while holding up his strong yet boney frame. This dog was a companion to one. This dog was never taught to “down” or “stay” only to “get it”. While It was the third notable attack that brought it’s demise, this animal was encouraged to go after squirrels and for the most part, I think viewed small dogs as squirrels or small game. Surprisingly, the owner never expressed remorse for the victims it thrashed. This animal was taught to curiously defend his Master, no matter what.

It is a fine line we endeavor to define. One of humanity and civility. Of care for our humanity we must never lose sight of. For It separates us from other creatures yet nevertheless deepens the care in which we must take of them. We choose to tame our charge with respect for their anmal lives. Our humanity shines through.

January 4, 1960

A day to remember. 49 years ago.

Multiple Events

It is amazing how an event can trigger multiple events in our lives.

Mark and Kevin’s Wedding on October 9th. Not knowing about it until October 6th or 7th.

All the crap between the candidates during the last weeks of the election. The election on November 4. Karel being fired from KGO on November 1st.

Remembrances of my mother’s death 28 years and 3 minutes ago.

I am happy for Mark and Kevin.

The anger that arose in me every time Sarah Palin spoke…or didn’t. The pundits: O’Reilly, O’Hannity, and all the rest. Hatemonger’s.

Listening to Karel over the past few years and his termination the night before the election. Unbelievable. Karel is an Icon to me. A Brilliant creation.

For some odd reason I missed the Obama speech on election night. I had Tivo’d it and watched it last night. The tears, the joy, the hope, the change.

And of course, 28 years ago to the minute of lying down in my bed knowing I would never have the love and companionship of my mother again.

Maybe this is my “October Surprise”.

Election Day

It's sort of bittersweet. Not the part about voting for Barack, but is you've Voted for No on 8, there's a bittersweet feeling of having no one in my life. (It's kind of like not being on a party invitation list).

Anticipation

I don't think I can ever remember so much anticipation as the announcement of Barack Obama's Vice President. It's so funny, these newsmen look like fools as they keep checking their cell phones.

This will definitely go down in history as the biggest anticipation in history.

Who will it be?

I Want Condi

I wish I could take credit for this blog, but I can't. It appeared on The Huffington Post, written by Chris Kelly. It reads as follows and is brilliant, by the way:

I Want Condi

From the very beginning, the presidential race should have been between Sens. Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton opposing Sen. McCain and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. It could still be if we quit wasting time.
-- Letter to the Editor, Wall Street Journal 08/12/08


I don't believe Condoleezza Rice can actually play piano. Everything else she's ever touched has been a fraud and a catastrophe, why should her alleged musical abilities be any different? Think about it. Think about any event she's been even remotely involved in since you first heard her name. An endless string of threats and blundering and arrogant bluffs turned squalid pigf*cks. It's not that she can't do her job; she can't do anything. I think when she plays piano the piano catches fire and the audience dies. So yeah, sure, Condoleezza Rice for Vice President. Time's a wastin'.
But there's one other thing that we're always told to keep in mind when we consider Condoleezza -- I mean, besides her wondrous ability to play an instrument: Whatever happens, It's not her fault.
Sure, she ignored the warnings about bin Laden, and she was shoe shopping during Katrina, and she can't find her ass with her hands on Lebanon, or North Korea, or Pakistan. It's not her fault because those aren't her area.
Her field of expertise is the Soviet Union. Ask anyone at the Hoover Institute. She's just brilliant on the Soviet Union.
She's written books on the Soviets, a dissertation even! She speaks Russian. She has impeccable credentials -- for a top slot in the Ford administration.
So it's not fair to get down on her for her inability to handle Zimbabwe or Iran or Venezuela; George W. Bush needed her at his side in case Brezhnev came back.
And she was a woman and a minority, too! Which would have been really something, in about 1975. But, considering the Berlin Wall had fallen in 1989, making a Sovietologist National Security Advisor was like putting Pocahontas in charge of NASA.
During Dr. Rice's tenure, we've had a devastating terrorist attack and two wars. Peace between Israel and the Palestinians went nowhere, and Pakistan sold everybody the bomb. In 2000, there was serious talk about making Bill Clinton Secretary General of the United Nations. In 2008, Mexico and England are the only places Air Force One can land without dropping flares.
But it wasn't her fault. She was standing watch on the Danube.
She's been trained since birth to handle Russia. If a strongman ever took over there she'd box him in faster than you could say "détente." And if that strongman ever even thought about invading somewhere? She'd know about it, and she'd slap him down faster than you could say "containment."
Or maybe not.

GEORGIA ROUTED AS PEACE BID FAILS
- Headline, Wall Street Journal 08/12/08

So where's Condi, while the French broker a peace treaty?

Has anyone checked the shoe stores?

My Dirty Little Secret

I have a secret and I must tell someone. I just can't help it.

Well, here it is...

I have another blog. Yes, a very incriminating, blog. One in which no one is spared. Yes, no one. It revolves around Tuolumne County and it's residents as well as it politics and government.

Email me if you'd like to be let in on my dirty little secret.