Thursday, December 28, 2006

Nearly Three Whole Hours

My Way News - Bush Taking More Time to Craft Iraq Plan

President Bush worked nearly three hours at his Texas ranch on Thursday to design a new U.S. policy in Iraq, then emerged to say that he and his advisers need more time to craft the plan he'll announce in the new year.

It first made me laugh, but it's really just sad. He has no idea what to do. Half of the three hours was probably spent talking about how to use the Denver blizzard as proof global warming isn't happening. Or he was picking his nose the whole time.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

On Turning 29

I turned 29 on Sunday. And I feel that I am on the edge of oblivion.... To Be Continued.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Thanks

Thanks for your comments. She was a fun person, and we all miss her at the office. It will really make you take stock when something like that happens.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

An Awfully Perfect Day

Yesterday started off perfectly. The Democrats swept the house and were poised to take the Senate as well. Rummie cut and ran out of the Pentagon. Montana went to Tester, and Webb claimed victory in Virginia, although Macaca Allen refused to concede until today. Arkansas became bluer than the sky with Dems trouncing the Repugs in the statewides. The weather was beautiful for November. Some folks from work and I went out for lunch and sat out on the deck to enjoy the unusually warm weather. It was a perfect day. The stars were finally aligning politically after twelve dismal hypocritical years.

And then 4:30pm rolled around. I heard Karyn from the office next door say, "Are you serious?" John from the office on the opposite side emerged to investigate because he apparently has supersonic hearing. Karyn was on the phone, so he came into my office and asked if I heard Karyn's shocked sounding comment. I heard it but didn't think that much of it. Karyn then came into my office and asked John to leave. She said she had something very serious to tell me. She said that Angela had died.

Angela worked in our office. She and I became good friends soon after we first met. We had a similar sense of humor, and we were always making fun of each other and talking about everyone else. We went to each others offices several times each day. Each Wednesday morning we discussed what happened on Nip/Tuck the night before. She was always talking about her 6 year old son Jacob and her husband Jason.

She called into work yesterday with a headache, and sometime after noon she had a seizure while in bed and passed out face down. She then suffocated.

She was such a funny person. I caught myself thinking about going to her office today to see what she was up to, but her door is shut now. She was a dedicated mother and devoted wife, and she, at 29, died too soon. I will miss her.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

TODAY IS THE DAY!!!!

VOTE OFTEN, EARLY, AND DEMOCRATIC!!!!

Monday, October 23, 2006

Big Dam Bridge

Jasper and I went out to the Big Dam Bridge on Sunday. It was cool and the wind was really whipping. There were lots of people out regardless of the weather. We parked near the 430 bridge and walked the rest of the way. I didn't realize until I started up the incline on the LR side just how long the bridge was. There were dogs everywhere it seemed, and Jasper pulled me most of the way over the bridge. The wind was blowing so hard in the middle of the bridge that I took my cap off for fear the wind would do it for me.

We made it over to the NLR side and stood along the bank for a while. As we headed back across, I took a few pics. Just as we were coming off the bridge back on the LR side, I saw a bobbing red head just below the railing on the riverside. A woman was walking briskly and saying "Focus. Stay with me. Focus now. Concentrate." I didn't know whether she was talking to herself or a small child. As it turned out, she was talking to neither. A huge young Doberman Pinscher emerged as the railing got lower. It was going wild, and she kept telling it to focus. I almost laughed outloud. Jasper and I had to walk past them, and as we did, the dog came for Jasper. It almost got away from her. The thing probably weighed 3/4 of her own weight. She yelled, "Dillon! Focus young man! We're not going to do this again!"

Jasper and I proceeded along our way and soon ran across a man with a dog very similar to Dillon. He was looking upward toward the bridge above my head, and I swear he yelled "Star!". I looked up, and there was Dillon's anchor standing near the railing. The man looked up questioningly and shrugged his shoulders.

"We're working it out!" Star yelled down at him. The man looked down at the ground and shook his head. His DP pulled toward Jasper as well, but the weight balance was much more one-sided. Dillon and his brother will be the closest that couple ever comes to having children. Or so I hope.

It was a good walk, and I'd like to go back when the weather is better.







Tuesday, September 12, 2006

KO KOed GWB

Keith Olberman's Statement on 9/11

This hole in the ground


Half a lifetime ago, I worked in this now-empty space. And for 40 days after the attacks, I worked here again, trying to make sense of what happened, and was yet to happen, as a reporter.

All the time, I knew that the very air I breathed contained the remains of thousands of people, including four of my friends, two in the planes and -- as I discovered from those "missing posters" seared still into my soul -- two more in the Towers.

And I knew too, that this was the pyre for hundreds of New York policemen and firemen, of whom my family can claim half a dozen or more, as our ancestors.

I belabor this to emphasize that, for me this was, and is, and always shall be, personal.

And anyone who claims that I and others like me are "soft,"or have "forgotten" the lessons of what happened here is at best a grasping, opportunistic, dilettante and at worst, an idiot whether he is a commentator, or a Vice President, or a President.

However, of all the things those of us who were here five years ago could have forecast -- of all the nightmares that unfolded before our eyes, and the others that unfolded only in our minds -- none of us could have predicted this.

Five years later this space is still empty.

Five years later there is no memorial to the dead.

Five years later there is no building rising to show with proud defiance that we would not have our America wrung from us, by cowards and criminals.

Five years later this country's wound is still open.

Five years later this country's mass grave is still unmarked.

Five years later this is still just a background for a photo-op.

It is beyond shameful.


At the dedication of the Gettysburg Memorial -- barely four months after the last soldier staggered from another Pennsylvania field -- Mr. Lincoln said, "we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract."

Lincoln used those words to immortalize their sacrifice.

Today our leaders could use those same words to rationalize their reprehensible inaction. "We cannot dedicate, we can not consecrate, we can not hallow this ground." So we won't.

Instead they bicker and buck pass. They thwart private efforts, and jostle to claim credit for initiatives that go nowhere. They spend the money on irrelevant wars, and elaborate self-congratulations, and buying off columnists to write how good a job they're doing instead of doing any job at all.

Five years later, Mr. Bush, we are still fighting the terrorists on these streets. And look carefully, sir, on these 16 empty acres. The terrorists are clearly, still winning.

And, in a crime against every victim here and every patriotic sentiment you mouthed but did not enact, you have done nothing about it.

And there is something worse still than this vast gaping hole in this city, and in the fabric of our nation. There is its symbolism of the promise unfulfilled, the urgent oath, reduced to lazy execution.

The only positive on 9/11 and the days and weeks that so slowly and painfully followed it was the unanimous humanity, here, and throughout the country. The government, the President in particular, was given every possible measure of support.

Those who did not belong to his party -- tabled that.

Those who doubted the mechanics of his election -- ignored that.

Those who wondered of his qualifications -- forgot that.

History teaches us that nearly unanimous support of a government cannot be taken away from that government by its critics. It can only be squandered by those who use it not to heal a nation's wounds, but to take political advantage.

Terrorists did not come and steal our newly-regained sense of being American first, and political, fiftieth. Nor did the Democrats. Nor did the media. Nor did the people.

The President -- and those around him -- did that.

They promised bi-partisanship, and then showed that to them, "bi-partisanship" meant that their party would rule and the rest would have to follow, or be branded, with ever-escalating hysteria, as morally or intellectually confused, as appeasers, as those who, in the Vice President's words yesterday, "validate the strategy of the terrorists."

They promised protection, and then showed that to them "protection" meant going to war against a despot whose hand they had once shaken, a despot who we now learn from our own Senate Intelligence Committee, hated al-Qaida as much as we did.

The polite phrase for how so many of us were duped into supporting a war, on the false premise that it had 'something to do' with 9/11 is "lying by implication."

The impolite phrase is "impeachable offense."

Not once in now five years has this President ever offered to assume responsibility for the failures that led to this empty space, and to this, the current, curdled, version of our beloved country.

Still, there is a last snapping flame from a final candle of respect and fairness: even his most virulent critics have never suggested he alone bears the full brunt of the blame for 9/11.

Half the time, in fact, this President has been so gently treated, that he has seemed not even to be the man most responsible for anything in his own administration.

Yet what is happening this very night?

A mini-series, created, influenced -- possibly financed by -- the most radical and cold of domestic political Machiavellis, continues to be televised into our homes.

The documented truths of the last fifteen years are replaced by bald-faced lies; the talking points of the current regime parroted; the whole sorry story blurred, by spin, to make the party out of office seem vacillating and impotent, and the party in office, seem like the only option.

How dare you, Mr. President, after taking cynical advantage of the unanimity and love, and transmuting it into fraudulent war and needless death, after monstrously transforming it into fear and suspicion and turning that fear into the campaign slogan of three elections? How dare you -- or those around you -- ever "spin" 9/11?

Just as the terrorists have succeeded -- are still succeeding -- as long as there is no memorial and no construction here at Ground Zero.

So, too, have they succeeded, and are still succeeding as long as this government uses 9/11 as a wedge to pit Americans against Americans.

This is an odd point to cite a television program, especially one from March of 1960. But as Disney's continuing sell-out of the truth (and this country) suggests, even television programs can be powerful things.

And long ago, a series called "The Twilight Zone" broadcast a riveting episode entitled "The Monsters Are Due On Maple Street."

In brief: a meteor sparks rumors of an invasion by extra-terrestrials disguised as humans. The electricity goes out. A neighbor pleads for calm. Suddenly his car -- and only his car -- starts. Someone suggests he must be the alien. Then another man's lights go on. As charges and suspicion and panic overtake the street, guns are inevitably produced. An "alien" is shot -- but he turns out to be just another neighbor, returning from going for help. The camera pulls back to a near-by hill, where two extra-terrestrials are seen manipulating a small device that can jam electricity. The veteran tells his novice that there's no need to actually attack, that you just turn off a few of the human machines and then, "they pick the most dangerous enemy they can find, and it's themselves."

And then, in perhaps his finest piece of writing, Rod Serling sums it up with words of remarkable prescience, given where we find ourselves tonight: "The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosions and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices, to be found only in the minds of men.

"For the record, prejudices can kill and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all its own -- for the children, and the children yet unborn."

When those who dissent are told time and time again -- as we will be, if not tonight by the President, then tomorrow by his portable public chorus -- that he is preserving our freedom, but that if we use any of it, we are somehow un-American...When we are scolded, that if we merely question, we have "forgotten the lessons of 9/11"... look into this empty space behind me and the bi-partisanship upon which this administration also did not build, and tell me:

Who has left this hole in the ground?

We have not forgotten, Mr. President.

You have.

May this country forgive you.