Friday, September 15, 2006

Bush Can't Spell Geneva, So Let's Get Rid of It

The coked-up, drunk AWOL silver spoon brat that now sits in the White House has the unmitigated gall to tell John McCain, a real soldier who was brutally tortured for years, that tossing the Geneva Conventions aside will allow the US to fight terrorism.

How does this not infuriate everyone in this country? Bush and his chickenshit cabinet and Supreme Court In-Justices like Gonzalez are the ones that should be subjected to a little electrode on the gonads just to see how they like it. How quick would they be to invoke the Geneva Conventions then???

When did we become the bad guys people? When I was a kid the nuns would scare us by calling Russian's "souless communists" who would torture and kill you just for believing in God. (Seriously...that Sister Amata was one tough cookie.) There were still air raid drills where we had to line up in the hallways and lean on each other's backs in case of nuclear fallout! These were the boogiemen. These were the bad guys.

Now we've got a President -- a United States President!!! -- calling for the legal use of torture. You've got four strong GOP names (McCain, Warner, Graham & Powell) saying, "What the fuck??" But you've also got rabid dogs like Peter King saying, "I just think John McCain is wrong on this. If we capture bin Laden tomorrow and we have to hold his head under water to find out when the next attack is going to happen, we ought to be able to do it.”

How bout sticking King's head in a bucket of water and keeping it there until he sees the light.

To quote Sidney Blumenthal, "this congress has abdicated its constitutional obligation to assert its institutional authority." That authority included keeping the President within the confines o his job description. They have all failed miserably and the world is paying for it.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Crack in the Universe

Whitney and Bobby have split????

Oh my God.
I'm in shock.
They were, like, so perfect for each other.
So stable.
So funloving.
So quiet and good natured.

I'm really sad.

I thought the crack whore look was really working for Whitney. And I mean Bobby was great at that whole ex-con bad boy thing; nobody did it better right?

Wow, next thing you know like Tom and Katie will be like, on their own.
Wierd...

LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- The tumultuous marriage of Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown -- which withstood drug addiction, Brown's numerous arrests, the decline of Houston's once-sparkling image and domestic abuse allegations -- is coming to an end.

Read more

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

9/11 Special Comment - Keith Olbermann

Olbermann on 9/11. It's about 9 minutes long but it's classic Olbermann.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

MoxieShot
























What: Queen Anne's Lace
Where: Wallingford, CT
I love the way each individual flower is so delicate and
how soft they are. I love to gently press my palm on top
of the stalk and feel the curve of the blossoms.
the curve of the

Monday, September 11, 2006

Silence Please

I had to keep the TV off yesterday after I flipped channels in the hotel room in upstate New York and saw that just about every station was airing some sort of 9/11 rememberance show.

I think the majority of people in the tri-state area would agree with me when I say we don't need to remember...we never forget. Ever. It is with us every day. Just about every community in New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut lost someone. As the months after the initial attack passed, folks in other parts of the country began to move on with their lives. We did not. The cluster-fuck in the Middle East is a constant reminder of that day. The park benches with the names of victims. The town-by-town memorials. The baseball fields, the street signs, the schools named for victims. Its still and open wound. People here understand better than anyone what the folks in New Orleans and Mississippi feel like when some callus fuck says, "Katrina is over. Get on with your lives." Its just not that easy.

So the TV will remain off. I don't need to see the pictures again. In some ways it hurts more now than it did then because of everything that came in its wake and how those poor people have been used in death to feed world war.

Sunday, September 10, 2006

A really lousy day

My betrothed and I were on our way to a wedding of a close friend and co-worker this weekend. The happy occasion took place on a boat cruising Lake George in the Adirondak Mountains of New York. The boat sailed at about 4:30. That's about a 4 hour drive from New Haven, totally doable when you leave your house at 10 am right? Well...maybe not.

10:05 - We hit a bizarre traffic jam about 1/2 mile away while I am attempting to reach the local dance boutique in order to purchase Hollywood Fashion Tape for the Bride, who requested in in order to help hold her dress up.

10:10 - The detour leads us know where and I get fed up and head to the highway.

10:15 - Funeral procession halts attempts to turn left.

10:20 - Stop at my sister's house to pick up a black dressy pocket book because I couldn't find mine. Plus I had to go to the bathroom.

10:40 - Stop at the bank to get money. In the parking lot we decide to head the non-direct route in order to visit The Black Swan in Newtown and price fireplace inserts. Plus I still have to get the Hollywood Fashion Tape and the only other place in the area they sell it is 5 minutes from the fireplace store.

11:15 - Black Swan

11:55 - Fashion Tape puchased.

12:00 - Route 84. No problemo. Should be able to make the hotel in Queensbury by 3:30 at the latest.

1:00 - PMS attack and fight with betrothed in car yields mandatory roadside stop, trip to bathroom, McDonald's french fries, and switching of drivers.

2:00 - Albany toll booth. Betrothed notices bad noise that sounds like an oil issue.

2:10 - Dead stop on Rt. 87. Traffic jam at least 5 exits. Map out, we opt for side roads.

2:15 - Pull over at Sunoco station in Schenectedy. Dipstick check. Absolutely NO oil in the car. Betrothed extemely unhappy because his 2002 Hyundai has never leaked a drop of oil but a new engine was recently installed because of some other issue. Car was at dealership for close to two months!

2:30 - Freak thunderstorm (might have been a baby tornado). Huge rain, blowing leaves. Nasty. Schenectedy as far as I could tell, is an armpit.

3:00 - Stuck on back roads trying to circle back to I-87. Stuck behind 18 wheeler doing 35.

3:30 - Pass through Saratoga. Wave to my favorite hotel, the Saratoga Arms.

3:45 - We discuss the possibility of bypassing the hotel and getting changed into wedding finery on the boat. Hotel is at Exit 19, boat at exit 21.

4:00 - Car dies just shy of Exit 18. Engine completely drained of oil.

4:01 - Attempt to call AAA. Verizon will not connect my call because I'm out of area. I almost throw piece of shit phone through windshield. Betrothed stalks off down highway so as not to throw himself in front of oncoming traffic and end the misery.

4:05 - Dial 0 and finally get connected to AAA.

4:30 - I call the bride who, amazingly, answers her own cell phone. Tell her to have a nice time without us.

5:15 - AAA truck finally shows up.

5:30 - Sitting in parking lot of Hyundai dealership waiting for betrothed's niece, a resident of Saratoga but currently in Albany, to come and rescue us.

6:00 - Niece arrives in Murray, a 1991 piece of crap car. I am very happy to see them both.

6:30 - Double rainbow over the Adirondaks. I figure my misery is coming to an end.

7:00 - Albany airport to pick up rent-a-car from only place within 100 miles that has one.

8:00 - Back in Queensbury at Ramada Inn

8:30 - Sitting in a Ramada hofbrau -- German-themed "grill" with a very nice waitress who brings me a double and an owner who offers to lend us her extra car if we need it.

9:00 - Shower

9:30 - Betrothed gives me half of his anti-anxiety pill (true love) kisses me and lets me sleep alone in one of the room's two double beds.

9:35 - I realize my Rush Limbaugh nightmare of a few evenings prior was a walk in the park compared to the day I've just had.

9:40ish - I finally pass out.