Sunday, June 10, 2007

Bridge is UP... my feet are up


After experiencing my first "gates open" at the bridge to the downtown port district, I came home and put my feet up since the sofa is finally here. Not exciting for anyone else, but a biggie for me since I had a very uncomfy futon for 15 year prior to this.

Lots of sighing today in my case, thinking of all the poor soldiers in Iraq and all the innocent lives lost by the moment each day with no action yet taken to bring things to a halt. What in hell is the matter with everyone - especially men in general. Why must aggression rule - why must they always reach out and take whatever it is they want with no regard for limb, much less the lives of those they have just taken from? It sure proved true in my personal life...men have by and large drained me into the vestige of myself that now remains.

What remains of the men who do manage to return from this fracas isn't going to be any good for their families frequently - returning from the hell of tropical heat, bugs and diseases. Mentally many will be harmed equal to or perhaps worse than those who returned from Vietnam...and I knew many that did not function after they did get back - ever!

Cindy Sheehan has walked away from her efforts / I still watch the Congress and Senate regularly, albeit not every day. I just cannot stand watching these blowhards blah blah - trying to pass a heinous immigration amnesty bill that would add trillions to our national debt paid on credit - while there is no money here at home for schools, roads, proper care for the Vets - much less the socialized medicine we so deeply need. I'm sick of everything. Good thing the sofa arrived.

Friday, May 04, 2007

April NorEaster ooooWooooOOp


Only sound effects would describe storms here. So I've now experienced my first NorEaster and I am duly impressed. These are photos taken by friend Brian: he not only braved the storm to take some pictures, but he and son Ben were out there in it until they were dripping, literally. Hearing the ooo's and eeee's and wooop's I heard a tapping at my door and there they were, dressed up like children always are going out to play in the snow - I should have gotten my own camera out and taken that photo.

Many vital lessons were learned that day, including the realities of my building and the leaks that followed. Did you know that some wind/rain can even penetrate a brick building? I didn't. I do now. But dramatic weather is one of life's interesting events and I can easily see it will never be dull living here. There are no bad views from my balcony -- and best of all, a rather eccentric sort such as myself doesn't even stand out in a crowd. That might be, the best part of all.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Thank You...Keith Olbermann

The hubris of Giuliani. You used the wording I would have used Keith, and said most of the things that need saying regarding this "candidate". Except that his record is far far deeper in mud as far as I am concerned - some of the crispest of which relates to all those who were UNABLE to file to receive food stamps or housing at a poverty level, because his staff had made the necessary "forms" to make such petitions, conveniently unavailable!!

In a country as rich as this one, where illegals are now given free healthcare and all sorts of other benefits many citizens cannot gain access to - what about those in real need of food and housing for their families, living at the poverty line? How many thousands more went cold and hungry during your administration, so you could look good on the "cutting the welfare roles" record. Unforgiveable and heinous.

The patronage that went on during your years in New York is nothing new in the world of politics as usual. The aftermath of the WTC event on September 11, is yet another thing. Any fool - and perhaps I am a big fool - recognized that the air for perhaps blocks and blocks around the building, could NOT be safe on any level. With those buildings having been built way back when? one could assume they contained asbestos - much less all the other types of chemical contaminants one would find from the explosion of two huge jet airliners?

You and Christine Todd Whitman of NJ are both equally culpable in not protecting the rescue workers - much less all those living in the areas immediately around the buildings.

But what about campaign funding - and where all the money for your campaigns has come from? Some through a man there in NY and his vulture fund rapes of certain African nations? I lack adequate personal research to speak to that in more depth - but that should also place you in the "no vote" register. Crimes against humanity. And today you added in more fearmongering. Go away Rudy you are completely disgusting.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

A Women w/adam's apple accuses who? of what?


Ann Coulter needs to be on unemployment, thank you very much. What a week with the likes of Scooter Libby having the audacity to go after an appeal in the court system. And we should pardon him? Please! Nothwithstanding that Patrick Fitzgerald was apparently somewhat culpable regarding issues pertaining to bin Laden way back when (so perhaps his actions are penance, or is this just another diversionary tactic [my cynicism knows no bounds with D.C. right now])... what is the world coming to.

Journalists of course are no longer journalists by and large; but HAD the actual evidence of this administration's imperialistic mindset and/or the original document written years before we immersed ourselves in this debacle come to light, would the public have paid attention?

With American Idol and drivel like most of the reality TV shows holding sway, along with the Roman games in the form of sporting events, taking the attention of a percentage of the rest of the public - who is minding the store? Robert Frisk of London's Independent paper writes that since many people never considered the residents of this country (Iraq) worthy of their concern in the first place, it's only been the rude reality of the emptying of our coffers and our own soldiers deaths that have finally awakened the public. Not everyone sadly - but from personal observation I went hoarse for the first few years of this war, trying to break the spell of the propaganda even among my friends for Pete's sake.

Calling John Edwards a faggot is humorous coming from a "woman" whose adam's apple is larger than most men's. She even walks like a man, and other than being the American ideal of thin and rich - there is nothing feminine or appealing about this broad. Coarse.

The hubris of this remark in view of the fact that there are actually video clips of Rudy Giuliani in drag standing aside Donald Trump. And many in the public sector are supposedly supporting Giuliani? They should research the "vulture loans" and how many huge sums bilked from third world countries (through these loans and their perpetrators) have been fed back into the campaigns of the likes of W and 'supposedly' Giuliani?

And Rudy? Wasn't Rudy in good measure responsible for not protecting workers in the 9/11 cleanup? Not to mention his actions which, while cleaning up street violence, often resorted to extreme tactics in doing so - and his welfare reforms which threw huge numbers of people into the red zone of nothingness? It is time for the public to get rid of their amnesia and also to start reading.

Also we are long overdue for the Republican party overall to take a harsh look at the bombastic blowhards like Limbaugh and a cast of thousands whose personal lives won't hold up to any close scrutiny. How many have been involved in scandals surrounding double lives, thieving and pilfering of public funds - and in the case of those now highest up - downright lies leading into national fiscal bankruptcy and the murdering of hundreds of thousands in the Middle East?

Ann Coulter just fits right in with the rest of these invidivuals...just another corrupt, strange being. And this week, another Republican male cutie has turned out to be gay...shown in photos with Coulter? Homosexuality is not an illness or a "choice" - and this is another area where the public (especially in the U.S.) needs to grow the "f" up. There are good and bad folks in that sector of society - just as there are in all the other groups. It is the lifetime concealment of the fact that carries with it, inherent dangers and hypocrisy.

Time to connect the dots. Follow the money. Vulture funds - forced resignations of Federal Judges - campaign funding and full disclosure. I vote we give every candidate X amount of free TV/radio airtime and disallow ALL funding over $100 - and make it illegal to work through laws and form groups for the soul purpose of creating a 'workaround' to go beyond the laws. Throw out lobbying all together. I'll be buried and gone and won't be holding my breath.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

the RABBIT in the room

A white rabbit seems just the appropriate present for the arrival of my 2nd brand new nephew in Scotland. Welcome to the world Neil. Arriving during a veritable perfect storm of global issues, I can only hope that by time he and his cousin Ewan are grown, that the world has replaced greed, avarice and obfuscation with proper caring perspectives.

Passing of the rebuttal to the pressie's new surge plans in Iraq this week, took over three days of machinations...during which how many more lives were lost in the Middle East? While watching this I also managed to catch another news program showing information on something new - something called a "vulture fund" and this new work-around regarding how to bilk money out of third world countries! (probably not new - just newly being revealed to the general public)

Please look this up - any of you who do still read my blog -- since it relates to a billionaire in New York name of Singer, who is also a chief contributor to this pressie - as well as an organizer and contributor to Guiliani and his plans - and connected directly to Jack Abramoff and a host of other bad guys.http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/
hi/programmes/newsnight/6362783.stm

** link seems not to work - lookup "Singer and vulture funds" and you will find all sorts of current information

Seems manipulation of the stock market is not bad enough - add in all the pilfered monies in not only Iraq, but monies taken from real needs in New Orleans during Katrina and ongoing - as well as from the Tsunami relief, is just not enough! Now these big crooks have found a way to - repurchase the original debtor relief loans made to third world countries, traffic them through the court systems in the UK - thereby somehow transferring that loan with huge unpaid balance and interest amounts tacked on - into the U.S. - and in turn directly to 1600 PA Avenue where the pressie can sign off on this.

The last piece is apparently where the third world country - is then OWING not the original loan amount of $10 million - but now owes someone like this man Singer (or others) $400 million, payment of which then empties the coffers of the country once and for all, eliminating all monies for schools, highways, infrastructure.

I understand extortion since I just received a 1-day turn around ambulance bill for $2,073 for a 10 mile trip of my mother from the nursing home to the hospital - back and forth in the January cold, despite the fact that she has a Living Will - and she herself requested "not" to be taken to hospital. Central Bucks Ambulance and United Medical Transport (from the nearby city) I am sure would blah blah me to death with their overhead and justifications for such billings were I to contact them about this blackmail, so no sense in raising my own bloodpressure. As if the $76m per year for the nursing home, is not enough. Sure this billing goes into Medicare, but a portion of it will not be covered and end up in my mailbox shortly. I personally consider this Medicare fraud - but then that's just me. It is a nice sunny day here and I'm choosing to enjoy it as much as I can.

Clearly though everything is out of control. And it is the crooks who are running everything - and I do mean 'everything'. The elephant or rabbit in the room is greed, avarice, obfuscation. Lies lies and more lies.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Gulls @Noon



Well the camera lens did freeze, so I missed the best shot. There is a gaggle of gulls that apparently maintains permanent residence at the local McD's near me. This fall I got in on a few arguments as I stopped at he dollar store...opening my car door, at first not knowing "what" I was hearing...
wah wah wah..... bullflog throatiness.... clack clack...

They have discovered it is easier to pick from the trash at the McD's than fly over the bay diving into the icy water for fish? hmm does this denote intelligence? I would say yes. Do birds suffer high cholesterol? pfft - we as a society worry about our health ad nauseum! So, I got out of my car to try for an artistic shot, but the gulls thought I was there to feed them and shot up into the air - flying around my head. They were very polite - I felt bad having no crackers or bread to give them. A few seconds in the air and they all landed simultaneously (you could almost hear a universal 'sigh'). Snapping the shot - I then got back in the car to return to the flat
taking the second photo at a local pond/skating area.

Weekly there are normal friendly sights here. And people do for the most part mind their own business in this place - unlike my former turf. I feel at home. I spent part of today over at the harbor walking and getting familiar. Very unthreatening, and with the bright crisp wind at my back now, I took a deep breath. A final piece of good luck for me, finding this home.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

The bug light


Here I am. Bugged to be sure - so here is a photo taken today of the bug light which appears outside my windows. Up close it is lovely - the area maintains most things well, which is wonderful in my opinion.

Fort William resides near the main lighthouse, about three miles south. It is one of the most photographed lighthouses in America. Fort William itself is falling apart, but I am hopeful reading articles in the current papers that it will soon be taken in hand and repaired. The ruins there date to the late 1800's and are vast and interesting.

Taking my time over lunch at Becky's diner today I do feel I'm home. It is wonderful here. If or when I ever shake the rest of the life issues that have me by the throat, I should start enjoying myself before it is too late. I visited one pub today for a walk through...seems to have most of the good UK lagers, ales and beers on tap - another good sign.

Anyhow it's me and the 'bug' light. The view is never worn or tiring - just spectacular.

Sunday, January 07, 2007

Home at last

Dandan definitely holds the 5-star rating for troubles this past week, but I did have my usual black cloud. Most of that naturally had to do with my remaining parent. Since I've yet to hear from the doctor, I perhaps cynically can assume the events of this week were just more of same. Having also the 'born again' landlords from Hades, the week rounded out with my having to pay off ever last morsel of the last two months rent - all for a place under construction nearly all of the ten months I was repacking there. No peaceful enjoyment of a costly apartment there!

Consolation of leaving though was knowing that 'maintenance's' third return (having to of course interrupt me four days before my move, 1st up in the AM) to "repair" the still leaking brand new toilet off the main bedroom - is that on leaving, it is still leaking! There is a god.

Dandan I must add that my car did inject it's own two cents into the week with the "Service Engine" light brightly shining in my face - the same day as the toilet repair visit (or, 4 days from move date) - despite just HAVING HAD.... proper maintenance the week before. ah ha! But I know a trick or two and luckily had one remaining can of 'dry gas'...which I added to the gastank - that resolved that.

And having stomach cramps of anticipation about the 'sort' of moving men I would encounter this time...I was LUCKY!! I had two very kind, sweet fellows who did agree I'd done a heck of a job organizing it all - got the huge tractortrailer loaded up and were out my door inside 2 hours flat. Not a finger mark on the apartment walls - no cleanup. Another four hours and a friend and I exited the parking area forever - his truck, laden with the refrigerator contents and the sum total of all the cleaning supplies I had hassled with just a year before (all from mother's apartment too mind you).

Today was equally warm to yesterday - temperatures in the 70 degree F. ranges - so I've got the balcony door open and sea breezes floating into the living area. Nothing to sit on but a webbed lawn chair, but I'm in heaven with the view. A large rusting barge floated through the harbour entrance earlier and I thought how fitting, since I'm about in the same kind of condition myself. But I'm here - I'm home now.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

For all seasons


Being newly carpeted, one feels able to surmount the next round of contractor struggles. Friend Sheila has said that the contractors in Wales are the "worst"...I'm not convinced they could be any less responsive than those in my new home area.

However here is my new neighbor with the fluffy tail (no doubt tale to tell too) - Hans, and his person Theresa. Unwilling to be held by a stranger, Hans was reluctant for a photo at all - but he did tread all four paws onto the new carpeting and poke his head inside my new apartment. So two more weeks and I'm residing in my new flat...probably permanently on the phone trying to find contractors to do something. As of 12/29/06 no word from said contractor on any level. What a world.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

In a fog

Since Henry Kissinger is in a fog about how to resolve the Iraq conundrum, whatever shall we do. Finding our way back out of this horrendous nightmare will take more years than it took to create the destruction. His recent silly statements regarding "this" unnecessary war, when he knows full well we did not win in Viet Nam - we flew off the rooftops middle of the night in the 1970's in defeat? He must be on Prozac.

Not that I am NOT very happy that the Democrats did win across the board in the last elections. But most of us do realize that they have years and years worth of laws that must be rescinded, a supreme court system that is pumped up with truly dangeous zealots, and a destroyed military in terms of worn out troups and broken equipment. Could we actually protect this country in a true emergency?

Step into the fog of the future. As I looked off the balcony in my new place, at the cocoon-like yacht's wrapped for winter's worst - the only bright spot is that personally I feel finally in a more secure space. Six flights up seems safe from cat burglars. And I can watch the games of the rich and famous as they play toy boat with their ...erm big equipment, below me. And settle into the fog.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Under Construction...Moving on

Soon I'll be viewing life from a different meridian line...about as far north as I could get and still remain here.
With habeas corpus now a thing of the past in this country, I must stifle most of my normal comments by and large. Mendacity prevails in life. Everyone is in, or lives in one state or another. In most cases, that state is the state of denial. Woodward's book, Kerry's botched cynicism.
In the face of actual chaos reining in the middle east, the government still maintains it is making progress. In the face of total co-dependency, many people perpetuate false lifestyles. Arsenic and old lace - solutions for a hypocritical life based on who is using whom, to best advantage. It applies to corporations, governments and individuals. The dynamic only works, as long as both individuals or ideological groups, remain useful.
Who would want to live their life hiding from the truth. Definitely not me, thanks. Will I be able to continue to write in this very stifled environment: stay tuned for a different kind of news in my solitary life. Can I manage without the freedom to rant about greed, avarice and obfuscation? Perhaps. The future is a giant question mark punctuated by my muffled screaming.
Sid Cesar and Immogene Coca did a comedy piece in the late 1950's where he (playing a restaurant waiter) spills hot soup into the lap of Immogene. As she screams, Sid tells her "scream into the napkin please!...we don't want to annoy the patrons..."

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

THANK YOU! Keith Olberman

Movement, finally movement. Orwell certainly must be watching all this from some remote location because he deserves to be watching.

On one of the C-span call in programs today, I gagged listening to a female caller pointing out that President Clinton was lying again in his retort to Fox News' Chris Wallace's crummy question during an interview this weekend. The caller said "Well Bill was wagging his finger - exactly like he did when he lied about not having sex with THAT woman... during the Lewinski scandal...". Blah blah blah.

For some years now I have questioned Clinton's coziness with the other members of the Bush family. But I could never have formed such alliances myself - so I cringed every time there was a photo op with President Clinton and Bush senior!! It's not just being a liberal Democrat we are talking about here. Actually the feeling defies description.

Apparently it still is not obvious to many in the public that the Lewinski scandal - and all the other attempts to discredit President and Mrs. Clinton during their time in the White House - were put forth as a starting point to create the atmosphere we live in now! That atmosphere: one of nearly total submersion in false, watered-down, or misrepresented and/or propagandized information? I recognized what was going on...it reminded me of the P.R. during a merger.

Television has become one giant infomercial. Keith Olberman's commentary today on President Clinton's retort to Chris Wallace's ....erm question - is an accurate and beautifully worded depiction of exactly what is happening, and what is at stake here. Starting in the mid 1980 I've faced and lived in similar situations with various employers due to the looming corporate mergers and reorganizations and downsizings that preempted my ability to hold a permanent job.

Perfunctorily my life was never the same. And at various break points I tried to talk to those around me about the reality of jobs being shipped abroad to call centers, how the contractor labor fees were given a boost through tax deductibility, and how the workers rights were one at a time being taken away and eroded. Many of us in this generation are dying rather young. My own life does not stretch out with pleasant possibilities brought about by a deep pension and padded bank account. All that remains is to not go quietly.

Boring as it has been for some to listen to me...and much as that has eroded or killed friendships, the only thing that does remain is for the truth of what has happened, to be brought out into the cold harsh light of day. There are still generations maturing who will have to live in, what remains of this world. Thank you Keith!!

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Speakers: Silence is Golden?


Silence in the august body of the UN. What salient point was missed by our ivy league university educated leader, that left his audience looking dour - potentially even resembling that proverbial "oil painting"?

Inferring we are the positive and beneficent force for good - while our adversaries are the embodiment of evil? Just about as laughable as his holiness's subliminal suggestion through quotation of historical documents, inferring past Muslim wars and religious protocols caused more unnecessary bloodshed than the infamous Christian Holy Wars? Or that these mortals were perhaps worse or somehow more immoral than the sexually abusive behavior of more than a smattering of Catholic priests!

Men in charge here seem to have no training or understanding of statesmanship - much less of foreign policy, relations or religious doctrines beyond their own back yard experiences. We should all be deeply ashamed such people were "elected" (which of course they truly were not) or allowed to, hold office. Are we (as a nation) the 3 monkeys? grrrrr

Friday, September 15, 2006

For "Pete's" Sake

oooEEE What a week. Hmmm there's trouble in River City. And here I am, with mostly the same expression as friend Beardy's puzzy cat, waiting on a Coup d'état of some measurable degree. With rancor, it seems apparent some amount of dissention is transforming a few in the neocon camp. It's about time. If it is real, thank you Colin Powell.

Although perhaps it's just political expediency with the elections looming large? Put a good face on what has been seething in the background. After all these years of constant erosion, our policies no longer resemble what the constitution - much less the people - intended. Today there was another meeting, with attendance by yet others of "that" party and televised, including actual real life experts on middle east policy, politics and religious groups - regarding what is the best "path" to follow to extract our weary troups from the fracas...in the kindest and quickest sense.

That is to say, real intellectual experts on these issues, as opposed to the photo-op paid individuals placed in front of the public who supported the plans and desires of this administration. Individuals of no integrity, who long ago lost their ethical compass.

Far from convinced yet, I sit in my bedroom tea in hand with much the same expression as Beardy's cat. Gentlemen start your engines. Keep this going and let's not falter or stop now, we have many long years of corruption to put to right, rewritten and inverted laws to put to a new vote, many disowned human rights that need assurance that in the future, this country will return to what it once was. Then I will feel an air of confidence again: but we've a long way to travel. (Photo with permission of my friend Beardy)

Saturday, September 02, 2006

A Perfect Storm of Too Much Information


A reality check? How? Where? Certainly not on CNN or any other major broadcast network news daily offerings, can we find moot information on today's crucial problems. With his flood pants hiked up around his whatsit, hourly rehashing of John Mark Karr's expensive extradition to the U.S. regarding the JonBenet Ramsey murder, stormed the airways 24/7 for the past several weeks. With an obvious attention-grabbing seizure of his moment of fame, from an also obviously not mentally stable man such as Karr, a few minutes of this coverage would have been enough for most sober thoughtful people.

Grrr What the heck is going on! Pouring over real estate offerings trying to find a new home during this out-take in time, I hoped for an escape from 'suffering' through total immersion in such a seedy sleazy story. Bright red from angry jabbing, my fingers ached: the buttons on my remote control could not find a station (or time) where Karr's face wasn't ever present. Not that the civil war in Iraq, the tenuous cease fire in the Israeli/Hezbollah conflict, the lack of progress in New Orleans reconstruction, the upcoming machinations over raising the minimum wage, or the questionable Diebold voting machine use in the fall elections - is of any importance.

Nope. Nada thing! Instead we have insipid prattle over vacuous topics...the night of writing this, the topic of choice was the issue over whether Katie "C's" promotional photo was airbrushed to give her a thinner appearance! Gag. Spam disguised as news. News comprised of spam. Omniscient writers ceating clever obfuscations through carefully worded propaganda in the guise of news! A total marginalization of the blood-curdlingly serious issues of our times.

Mundane uninteresting life events have taken over and been spun into a perfect storm through the use of titillatingly sleazy subject-matter punctuated by colorful videos into a fusion and cacaphony of complete drivel. It is no different than watching commercial wrestling.

Follow the yellow brick road...ermmm. A vanguard expression is that if ones throws enough excrement against a wall, a certain amount will stick. The wall in this case is the American public, numbed by decades of vacuous sitcoms, reality programming, faux news and the lifestyles of the rich and witless. Behind curtain number one, the wizards (one of whom may yet turn out to be the antichrist) in the form of TweedleRumDumb and TweedleDeChainsman and dRoveOfhearts are in charge. Or is it the Bushmeister, with his Queen of Heartless mum Barbed herself?

Fearful, loathing, shocked and awefully "confused" am I: this is the Nightmare on Pennsylvania Avenue. Oddly, I am proud to be labelled confused. Journalists stand-up...the time is nigh. We are way PAST "Time" for everyone to show gumption. Everyone else - turn off the boob tube, pickup the remaining real newspapers - and educate yourselves before it is too late. Register to vote if you have not done so...and prepare to fight through the next elections.

The grim reaper's bell tolls for us all if we remain idle and following along in a herd in the same group-think mentality that got us into this nightmare.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

No Plans

How can my head spin worse than ever, while I still must move forward with some plan for what remains of my life. Day to day video clips and verbal outtakes snap my mind back from mundane thoughts to reality. Reared by two genetically pessimistic parents, it probably would have been impossible for me to look on things in a sanguine way, even on days when my own personal history had good days.

After waking and sipping part of a cup of tea I turn to one of the 24 hour news channels and hesitatingly glance at the latest fracas. Finding Mel Gibson drunk on the highways of Malibu...well that would be a typical news days in recent years - the sort of news however that society here immerses itself in; ignoring in the main the horrors going on all around them. Sad to be among those who "needs to know" as opposed to the societal ostriches, I view the latest death counts in Iraq and miscellaneous other bad news. Nuts.

Having literally been at home 24/7 during the Watergate hearings, I was barely 26 at the time and yet knew what I was witnessing. Driving an hour to get on a train into work in NYC several years before this, I had long since realized the manipulation going on in the background in corporate America. Feeling the pulse of the grey city, listening to ice cubes clink in glasses riding the bar car on the Westchester Express - my days were nights and nights days. A sense of aggravation and disgust often rode with me: my life has almost never been my own.

Minimum wage. What horrible premise do those making millions of dollars a year, who belly up to the oyster bar daily, find to justify their right to even "set" such an UNLIVEABLE hourly wage for hard working class people? Beats me. Always did. And then to afford themselves yearly raises for working what in 2006 amounts to approximately 80 days out of the calendar year! Please. Why am I then forced to watch the TV clip at the G8 summit of our witless leader chewing out of the side of his mouth, spewing epithets and calling out to another world leader, "Yo!". Way beyond crass and tasteless. Dodododo.... the twilight zone. A death knell for our society. A total world wide disassociation to the fact that "collateral damage" is killing of innocent humans. Bombing and destroying lands and buildings justified in the name of achieving an end to terror? when in fact that killing is the same as terror. Why can't these people all sit down to a table and talk until they work out their differences? Why in this year and age are we still testosterone pumped only by acts of aggression - not by a gentle kindly settlement or a thought-out resolution to a problem. All the president's men know - they wrote the document leading into this era. And the secretary needs another pair of Ferragamo's. There cannot possibly be any mirrors in Washington.
Most days I wish I was already gone - how's that for sarcasm.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

I'd Rather be Honest

Rather was thrown to the lions while “acting as spokesperson” for his TV network news program story regarding the military service of our ne’er-do-well leader. Personally forced to acknowledge that the information questioning this military services’ reality, Dan Rather became the scapegoat and his career permanently tarnished.

Was this information compiled by the journalists at the station, correct and accurate, or was it inaccurate, will probably never even be reviewed again until I am long buried in my grave. Another obfuscation of the moral majority, forced on the public: the life career of a strong man - sullied as part of this ongoing smokescreen of lies.

Rather is not going quietly and I am proud of him. Why should he go into the night without comment - his life and integrity were called into question. Relating on my own level, in the 1980’s the only way I was able to keep myself working, was to register with five different “temporary” agencies in a neighboring State. Neighboring state because my own community, even in those days owned and operated by this same group of thieves now in power in Washington, would provide me no employment due to knowedge of my medical issues (and Democratic party focus).

At a stint as personal assistant to the Chair of Aerospace Engineering at one of the countries top 4 ivy league universities (during those years), I soon confronted the realities within academia. Massive 6-foot whiteboards covered the walls in rooms adjoining the Chair’s personal office. While the Chair was on a seasonal break, I was able to study the lists handwritten on those whiteboards. Then, during an interlude over lunch with a professor friend who was part of another department, I had the opportunity to ask about the meanings of the whiteboards and their notations.

Ah academia. My father taught as assistant professor at a small local college. He was maligned, held back, and brutalized by the management of the college - also part of that same community in which I was unable to find work...(where I grew up - and later lived over 30 years). The whiteboards at this very famous prestigious university, listed “gifts and bequeaths” (and name of the professor who had culled the dollars) to the university on the one hand, or “papers written by professors” in various departments, or outright monetary gifts along with the name of the professor having brought-in the dollars. My professor friend said that... in turn, a departments funding was cut, or staffing was cut (his own department had been cut by 1 full time professor) - due to the professors in that department, having fallen behind in these “areas” - gifts and bequeaths, donations, and papers published by each professor.

“Publish or Perish” is a phrase familiar to most in academia, especially at the higher levels. My father knew it well and did his best to continue his private research and publish journals or articles where he could. It was never enough and in the end, the college was responsible for my father’s early demise.

Dan Rather’s moment on 60 Minutes as spokesman for this story should never have led to his removal from the program much less the station. Knowing all we now know about the depth of lies by this administration, I would feel more certain that the information regarding our leader’s absence from National Guard military service, was accurate. Carry on Dan - and take no prisoners.

With the ongoing palaver in the Senate and feet-dragging over raising the minimum wage this week ....even to a still-unliveable meager dollar amount, do we need constant convincing that we are now living in a totally reverse universe where lies rule the day in every quarter?

Even denial has become blind and anonymous.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Archie and Me...horse lessons



From early childhood on, most of us have lives that contained animal stories. The family dog or cat...or other beloved pet. Hardly a year has gone by that I don't still have a tear in my eye or lump in my throat remembering one of my past buddies.

Racehorse Barbaro had an awful day this weekend. Pivotal and perhaps life-ending leading into hours of surgery, luckily at one of the U.S.'s best veterinary hospitals. Clenching my teeth and getting through the video of his accident, I was overcome by his 'heart' and need to go on, despite a broken foreleg and ankle.

Archie and I met a year ago in Scotland. He was but a baby boy of five months, and after one attempt at a "tug"...I didn't try to coax him out of the barn and his mother's sight. He had a bad start and was unwell for months, but the wee Clydesdale survived, to grow into a stallion who still has, that same soft kindness in his face. Amazing. Animals like people either have something about them, or they don't. On that cloudy windy day in the Scottish country I knew this horse was something. A winner and a gentleman.

Today's news contained information regarding the latest study done on hurricane Katrina and the New Orleans levees. Not surprisingly, the facts coming forward are about bad engineering, cheap shortcuts, and lack of maintenance. Most highways in America can be used as examples of our infrastructure: total decay. Bridges are also seldom repaired until they fall apart, killing people.

So now - we focus on the illegals in our society - and get ready to pass some legislation - suggesting we.... create documents for some xx millions already here (through our Homeland Security Department?)...right prior to the onset of hurricane season? The same Homeland Security that suggests duct tape? Oh dear lord help us all. The immigration problem has been around for years and has not been addressed. Corporate farmers and their greed created this problem - that and Mexico's near financial collapse.

Day to day I am more disgusted with humanity - their attention so easily diverted, and their hearts so quickly...fractured into old prejudices. The issues of immigration and gay rights are only diversions, in the case of this administration. Gore Vidal recently inferred that we are going to eat ourselves alive, from within, because of our prejudices. Where are the bright strong men to bring into focus, the terrors that lie beneath the surface...the faltering economy and catastrophic debt owed to (in fact) some countries that are, anything but our friends.

Where's the truth.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Secret ! Confidential, Private...and NOYDB

I got my EYE on you...
Baby
I got my "I" on you

"Raped by a bunch of carnival carney's"...the quote of the day from "The Daily Show" as to what has been done to the U.S. public by our current commandos in Washington.

Ah ha! that is about how I felt this week hearing about Exxon's retiring officer Lee Ramond receiving an exit package worth $389 million dollars. What???? That wouldn't add dollars to our gasoline prices would it?

Most Americans are now surfing the net daily to find the current best gasoline price at their nearby service station, hoping to not waste 5 gallons of gas, to find 5 cents off the cheapest price in town. We are down to that now. We aren't wined and dined by lobbyists - we don't belly up to the oyster bar daily - much less weekly.

Our thrills mostly fall in the area of 10/10 prices at the food store, and holding our breath when the electric bill arrives. Yaill to the Chief! There's not a lot remaining of what had been the U.S. I know - I grew up here.