If Ronald Reagan Could Do It, How Hard Can It Really Be?

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Face a fact: no one, no matter what his or her political experience has been, no matter how much history he or she has studied (and not just studied, but learned), no matter what his or her military service consisted of, can ever really be "ready" to be president.

Why should that matter, anyway? I mean, we're talking about a job that a B-movie actor held for 8 years. A B-movie actor who never ever performed military service. A B-movie actor who spent 8 years acting like the genial grandpa, telling us all what we want to hear instead of dealing with the facts of the world. How hard can it be?

On the other hand, American history is full of examples of men (that's historical fact, not political correctness) who had impeccable credentials, but who made a total muck of their time in the Oval Office. George Bush pater is merely the most recent example.

And some of our greatest presidents, while they had legislative experience at the national level, essentially learned the job on the fly--two of the most important being JFK and Abraham Lincoln.

"Experience" is not the issue. "Experience" is a smokescreen. The issue is judgment. The issue is character. The issue is ability to think, to learn, to analyze, to make decisions, to know when idealism should be served and to know when to pull back and be pragmatic. "Coolness under fire" is the military terminology. But one does not have to have served active military duty in wartime to possess this trait in any or all of its permutations.

One has to show by how one leads one's life that he or she has the judgment and cool temper to LEAD. Barack Obama is cool under fire. Almost every decision he's made since he came to national prominence demonstrates his ability to think dispassionately about a problem and find the best possible solution to it. I don't always agree with him. I'm still peeved that he voted for Dubya's FISA bill that granted the telecoms immunity from their illegal spying on all of us. But he sent out a detailed email explaining his reasons. He had several; I don't generally agree with them, but I do now understand. He had his eyes on a bigger prize, one reached by passing the FISA bill in its final form. I can respect his reasons for his vote. I doubt that John McCain is even capable of giving such an explanation for anything he's done, given that his main campaign tactic seems to be accusing Obama of being the "flip-flopper" that McCain himself has turned out to be.

John Kerrey cogently noted this in his speech to the Democratic National Convention yesterday. The candidate McCain of the past said Dubya's tax cuts, if made permanent, were dangerous. McCain the candidate today says he embraces those tax cuts and will make them permanent, to name just one instance of many in which McCain has sold out to the far, far right of the GOP.

Yes, Obama has tweaked his positions on many issues as the need has arisen. Politics IS "the art of the possible," after all. If it's better to give in on 10% of something to get 90% of one's agenda passed, it's better to give in on that 10%. That's what real politicians do. They don't cry and scream and stamp their feet and insist on "all or nothing." They don't smear their political opponents with ridiculous lies. They don't act as though anyone who dares disagree with them is a traitor.

They work together to achieve the larger goals of accomplishing what's best for the country. They don't finagle the system to get what they want by subterfuge when they don't get their way legislatively. [The way Dubya's administration is at present trying to do by redefining "abortion" to include "birth control."--Ed.] They don't regard the government as a plum to be divided up amongst only their supporters.

Our government is supposed to be a government of laws, not of men. Our government is supposed to represent all of us, not just those who want to make campaigning permanent and keep power permanently in their own hands. Our government is supposed to function in a bi-partisan way. [Indeed, the Founding Fathers never wanted our government to be subjected to political parties at all.--Ed.] Our government is supposed to be a place of (voluntarily) limited-time service by citizens who care about all of America who will go back to their private lives after briefly performing public service.

Our government can be none of those things when it's under the control of people who say "government doesn't work." Of course it doesn't work when they control it. They don't want it to, so it won't. The system has to be above the attempts of any group, right OR left, to control and manipulate it. It has to be dispassionate, credible, and as objective as the people involved in it can be. It is a higher calling, not a heap of junk to be trashed.

I hope the cheeky nature of this post's title doesn't betray what I am saying here. I think being the president of the USA has to be the most difficult job on Earth. I also think that no matter what one has done in life, there's no way one can truly get the experience to prepare one perfectly to be president. And that's why one's character, as revealed through one's actions, matters.

How hard can it be to be president? Really hard, if one cares more about doing it and doing it well than one cares about posing and posturing and acting one's way through it.

So think: do you want to elect a man who obviously loves and respects his family and his fellow citizens, or do you want to elect a man who says whatever he thinks his immediate audience wants to hear, a man who had an affair with his present wife while still married to his first one, a man who would offer up his present wife to compete in a biker beauty contest, a man who has no trouble at all lying by accusing his political opponent of all the weaknesses of character he has demonstrated during the course of this campaign? Which one has demonstrated genuine strength of character in both his life AND his campaign? The future of the country depends on how you answer.

Nobody's Home--And The Lights Are Out, To Boot

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Some of the most rabid of Hillary Clinton's supporters are disregarding Hillary's plea that they now support Barack Obama. They are threatening to vote for John McCain on the grounds that Obama disrespected and disregarded Hillary.

Hello? Anybody in there?

If these women think Obama disrespected Hillary, what the heck do they think McCain will do in regards to ALL women? After all, McCain is the one who offered up his wife as a "Miss Buffalo Chip" contestant at the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally earlier this summer. Miss Buffalo Chip contestants are encouraged, if not required, to remove most or all of their clothing and perform simulated sex acts with bananas in front of the (male) biker "judges."

Now I'm sure that if McCain is confronted about this, he'll plead ignorance. I don't buy it. Watch the clips of his little performance at Sturgis. There's his wife Cindy, standing dutifully by his side, her face a riot of suppressed rage and humiliation. She knew. And if she knew, he knew. For the life of me, I don't know why she didn't sock him in the jaw and walk off the stage. I guess you can take the good little hausfrau out of the house, but you can't take the GOP toady out of her. No matter how much money she has.

Hillary supporters, wake up! McCain's willingness to humiliate his wife for the sake of a few votes is vastly more disrespectful of all women than was anything Obama did to Hillary. Where do you think that will leave all women if McCain wins the presidency?

If your real objection is in fact the matter of respect for women, you must vote for Obama. Or are you using the respect issue as a smokescreen for your own racism? You'd rather vote for a white man who treats his wife like dirt than for any black man, especially one who demonstrably treats the women in his family very, very well? What are you? Nuts?

Or is it that you have no self-respect? If you vote for McCain, don't expect me--or anyone with half a brain--to respect you, either. Your actions will prove you don't deserve it.

Chutzpah, He Has--Brains, Not So Much

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The worsening economy has sparked a rash of metal thefts in the metro Omaha area. The most common target is copper (wire, sheeting, whatever), from houses under construction, from houses scheduled to be razed, even from the construction site of the Omaha Police Dept.'s new shooting range, if memory serves. Other metals, such as steel, are also taken--the scrap value for any and all of them makes the risks of stealing them worth it in the eyes of the despicable, the desperate, and the dumb.

I was of the opinion that the copper theft from the OPD was the most brazen . . . until yesterday. Yesterday, a man spotted a semi-tractor trailer loaded with 21 tons of steel beams. So he got a semi cab, hooked it to the trailer, and tried to drive off with it. Had he succeeded, he'd have gotten $10,000 for the scrap value of the metal.

Unluckily for him, his bold daylight theft was seen, and he was caught and arrested almost immediately.

Good thing, too. The beams were on their way to Fremont, to be used in the construction of a new medical facility there.

Part of me wants to laugh about the sheer absurdity of the situation. Part of me wants to cry because things have gotten so bad that the putative thief thought his act was worth the risk.

Maybe I should have called this post "Putting The 'B' (For 'Brazen') In DumB."

When "Fairness" Isn't Fair

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A current petition drive in Nebraska has people of all political stripes frothing at the mouth. Californian Ward Connerly is pumping tons o' money into the "Nebraska Civil Rights Initiative," which has been collecting signatures to add a ban on virtually all forms of affirmative action to Nebraska's November ballot. Apparently, he and his minions succeeded. They claimed Friday that they have turned in signatures from enough Nebraskans to put his measure to the vote this fall.

It is difficult to discuss this issue without feeling like I've fallen through Alice's looking glass and into Orwell's 1984. The group calling itself the "Civil Rights Initiative" is working to end an important civil rights tool. And the name of the group fighting the "Civil Rights Initiative" doesn't exactly stir up images of crusaders for justice and substantive equality. It's called "Nebraskans United." It has challenged the validity of most of the petition signatures on the twin bases of improper collecting techniques and unclear wording of the petition itself. I doubt it will succeed in keeping the ban off the ballot, however. There's too much money on the other side, even though "Nebraskans United" is on the side of the angels in this fight. Money talks, especially when the group with the money adopts a name that makes it seem as though it's the "good guy," that "black is white," and that it's the group favoring fairness--as the name "Nebraska Civil Rights Initiative" has done in this case.

I am not an uncritical fan of affirmative action, but I cannot think of a better way to provide immediate redress for the centuries of discrimination which various minorities in our society have suffered at the hands of the traditional white-middle-aged-male power structure. I feel about affirmative action the way Winston Churchill felt about democracy--it's the second worst form of government . . . after every other form of government. Affirmative action is the only reasonable means at present to redress effectively that which centuries of poverty and ethnic discrimination have wrought.

Affirmative action does this by eliminating the long ladder minorities have to climb just to get to the level of the playing field, not to mention a level playing field. When you are starting in the sub-sub-basement and everyone else is starting on the 10th floor, you are never going to get out of the sub-sub-basement unless employers are encouraged to make some allowances for the wide disparity between your and everyone else's starting points.

If you grow up in a poor neighborhood with lower property values and thus lesser-quality schools (since property taxes paid into the state determine where and how much the state and its local branches spend on education), and your neighborhood has been that way for decades, you not only have no good educational system to help you escape poverty, you have no family or neighborhood tradition of getting an education to rise above your initial, impoverished circumstances. Nevertheless, many--maybe even most--minorities come close to overcoming all the disadvantages heaped upon their heads from even before they were born. They go to school, they stay in school, they learn, they graduate. [They don't generally make the news, because they don't fit the media's "if it bleeds, it leads" mantra.--Ed.] But they need assistance in getting beyond the dead-end jobs available in their own neighborhoods.

Affirmative action provides the mechanism by which those who are close to climbing out on their own can climb out for good--it's a hand up, not a hand-out. No one has to hire as a librarian someone who, say, can't read--but if a minority member has an 11th-grade reading level and a white has a college-freshman reading level, affirmative action encourages hiring the minority member. Once hired, any employee still has to be a good and sufficient employee to KEEP the job. So affirmative action is just a way to get a fair shake at the starting line. One's own talents and abilities have to carry one from there.

Unfortunately, some of the rich bigots out there won't accept affirmative action. They are masters of pitting groups of the poor against each other, often on the basis of race, because they know that as long as poor whites and poor blacks are fighting each other, the bigots and their riches are safe from both. Hence Ward Connerly's interference in Nebraska politics. His published comments make clear he wanted to get his measure on the ballot in 5 states this year alone, but citizens in Arizona, Oklahoma, and Missouri have all already rejected his attempts. Only Nebraska and Colorado seem likely to vote on Connerly's proposal this fall. [Even that is two too many.--Ed.]

I cannot speak to what's happening in Colorado. When I lived there (in the early 1960s), Coloradans made Attila the Hun look like a flower child. One example: my mother helped with a neighborhood petition drive to get a crosswalk installed so that children could safely cross the 4-lane, 45 mph, road between us and our school. At least two people in the neighborhood wouldn't sign because they didn't have any kids, so it would do them no good and (allegedly) increase their taxes. Nice, huh? I guess civilization was a foreign concept to them, but their attitude was not uncommon. I have no idea whether Coloradans have since evolved beyond such troglodyte thinking.

In Nebraska, I am hoping that people who signed the petition did so because they thought they were encouraging fairness, not taking it away. My experience with most Nebraskans has been that they are more concerned with being fair than with being bigots. Connerly's minions played on this by making the petition's wording fuzzy enough to confuse anyone not paying very, very close attention (one of the things he's counting on, no doubt), and those soliciting petition signatures were told to say that signing the petition would "ensure fairness in Nebraska" for the future. I know this because I and several others got that very spiel when we were asked to sign but said "no" and tried to explain why. We were accused of being unfair for our positions. Yet we are the ones fighting for fairness! Through the looking glass and into 1984, indeed.

Nebraskans United is using the petition's fuzzy wording and alleged misconduct by those soliciting petition signatures to challenge the signatures' validity in court. The case is on an expedited calendar, given that the election is now only about 3 months away. Nebraskans United is also challenging the financing behind the petition drive, as the principal backer, Connerly, has no valid residential or business connections to Nebraska. The problem is this: the petitioners needed a total of 112,000 valid signatures to get the measure on the ballot. The so-called "Nebraska Civil Rights Initiative" group says it passed this number by a "comfortable margin." I interpret that to mean by more than 25% (or a total of at least 140,000), as one can presume from prior petition submissions that about 10% of all signatures collected will be ruled invalid even when everything done to collect them is unquestionably proper--as most assuredly was NOT done in this case.

Keep your fingers crossed that this abomination won't make the November ballot--or if it does, that Nebraskans, fundamentally sensible, will take the care and time to see through Connerly's smokescreen and vote the ugly thing down. Connerly doesn't live here. He shouldn't be allowed to taint elections here.

Film at eleven!

Put Another Nickel In, In The Nickelodeon

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The "Top 10 Favorites" music lists recently submitted [at whose request, I do not remember, I am sorry to say--Ed.] by this year's major party putative presidential candidates surprised me. Senator Obama listed a song or two with which I am not familiar (though I recognized the artists involved), and Senator McCain listed two--count 'em, TWO!--Abba songs.

The only artist they both listed was Frank Sinatra, though they listed different favorite Sinatra songs. That's OK. My own favorite Sinatra song differs from both of theirs. I'd have listed "(One For My Baby, And) One More For The Road." Then again, after listening to Sinatra's cover of "Blues In The Night," I might have to add that to my list. On the other hand, after remembering Bugs Bunny singing "A buzzard is two-faced," I'd better go back to my original choice. Talk about [worrisome--Ed.] things you can't get out of your head!

So I got to thinking about what else I'd put on my own personal "Top 10" list. Without a doubt, I'd choose Nat King Cole's cover of "Stardust." What an extraordinary interpretation! It makes the Hoagy Carmichael song truly sublime. Not even Carmichael's own original comes close . . . though, I must admit, Willy Nelson's cover does. But Nat King Cole's version is the standard by which all other covers must be measured. They all fall short.

If instrumentals are allowed, I'd also include Benny Goodman's "Sing, Sing, Sing." I've always liked raucous percussion and reeds, and this one has the most raw clarinet and drum parts ever. It's also guaranteed to make you get up and dance in the aisles, just as it did during Goodman's Carnegie Hall premiere in 1937--if memory serves. Not that I was there. But I have seen The Benny Goodman Story several times [as if that mattered!--Ed.], and I have more than one LP and CD which include that performance.

For sheer silliness, I'd include something by Weird Al Yankovic, most probably "Yoda." We all need to laugh out loud several times a day, and the brilliance of Yankovic's parody of "Lola" cannot be overstated. I guffaw with delight every time I hear it. When you know all the lyrics to a parody and find yourself singing the parody's lyrics even when the original song plays, you are far, far gone. That the parody has lodged itself that deeply in my brain proves how brilliant it is.

I must include Simon and Garfunkel's "Bridge Over Troubled Water." I know Paul Simon was unhappy with his third verse. He said it has always bothered him that he couldn't repeat perfectly the parallel structure of the lyrics from verses one and two. I don't care. The recording is ethereal--Garfunkel's tenor was at its most soaring and true; Simon's melody and the pair's original performance were--and are--perfect.

Can't add anything to that.

I'd like to include Beethoven's 9th Symphony [the whole thing, not just the 4th movement--Ed.], but it's probably too long and esoteric for most folk. Too bad. Beethoven was truly original, a voice of the people, even though he's considered very, very highbrow today. The sheer power and the hope in his music can lift me out of my deepest darknesses, and I treasure his message: all odds CAN be conquered. He is profound. That he could create and conduct such beauty when he could not hear is astonishing.

Now choices get trickier. I am not listing my preferences in any particular order, but the order in which they occurred to me, thus the order in which I write about them here, accurately indicates my probable preferences. Then again, the only reason I started with the Sinatra song is because he's the only one both Obama and McCain listed, not because he's my personal favorite. The choices from here on get trickier anyway. Limiting myself to just 10 total songs is beyond challenging. It's going to be virtually impossible.

I'd also have to include something by the Beatles, but I'll be hanged if I can limit myself to one Beatles song. I have wrestled with this for the better part of the last two days, and I just can't do it. The melody of "Eleanor Rigby" moves me deeply, though the lyrics are a downer; "All You Need Is Love" is fun, but kind of silly [we all know there's nothing wrong with silly love songs, but really!--Ed.]. "A Day In The Life" is masterful in both composition and lyrics, but it wouldn't be my first choice if I must limit myself to one. "Hey, Jude," "Blackbird," "Let It Be," "Norwegian Wood," "Revolution," and on, and on, and on . . . any or all of them would do. Here's a twist: "In My Life," but the cover by Sean Connery. It works. But it seems like something one would say at a funeral.

I give up. The Beatles. Their entire catalog. It's the only option.

And now for something completely different: Garth Brooks, "Friends In Low Places." It's the fun value. This is a great song just to sing. Perfect party music.

Likewise, Talking Heads' "Burning Down The House." Not only is it a great song, it's the greatest background music for doing the housecleaning I've ever found. A survey of NPR listeners about 19 years ago confirmed it. But I said it first!

Enya's "Caribbean Blue." I love the way her music flows over my soul. "Orinoco Flow" is wonderful, too, but I think "Caribbean Blue" is less over-exposed. Besides, I remember hearing a DJ say once that "Orinoco Flow" reminded him of the soundtrack to an epic Western. I get it. I even agree with it. But I can't get it out of my head, and that song deserves more.

I'd also have to include two songs by Johnny Cash, believe it or not. His cover of "Hurt," made a year or so before he died, proves that the man was a genuine artist. It's an amazing performance. My other Cash tune? "Ring Of Fire." Talk about "portrait of the artist as a young man"--this is it. The orchestration, with the Mariachi horns and no drums, was a first. I didn't appreciate how unique this song was when I was younger. I've grown in my understanding.

I think I've already chosen more than 10. I haven't even gotten to Duke Ellington, Barbra Streisand, Barry Manilow (jazz-oriented only, thank you), Lyle Lovett, or Beck! Let alone Prince, The Police, and God only knows how many other artists. My CD collection is embarrassingly large. I lost count at 500, and I have broad collections in just about every genre.

OK, just one or two more so that I can assuage my ethnic pride. Tommy Makem's "Rocky Road To Dublin," and De Daanan's "Hibernian Rhapsody." The former because it's a rousing good rebellion song; the latter, because hearing Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" arranged for traditional Irish instruments is simply delightfully offbeat. Even though the music is perfectly on the beat.

I shudder to think what I've left out. I'd love to know your choices. I guess my inability to limit myself just proves I don't have the self-discipline to be president. Or that I know too much about too many things.

Pssst! Wanna Buy A Bridge?

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I can get it for you wholesale.

Let me see if I understand this. In the past several years, Senator John McCain has voted against every single piece of proposed legislation to help the military and military veterans . . . on the grounds that the money needed "would break the budget." When he could be bothered to show up and vote, that is. He never even bothered to attend to cast a vote on a Senate resolution to honor our Iraq and Afghanistan war veterans. A resolution that would add precisely NOTHING to the national budget deficit because it would cost exactly NOTHING.

And he's the pro-veterans candidate?!?

He says Senator Barack Obama changes his position on issues because of Obama's "overwhelming ambition to be president." McCain has no ambition to become president? Or he's being coerced somehow into running as the GOP candidate?

When asked about Obama Nation, a pack of lies and smears if there ever was one, McCain said only, "You gotta keep your sense of humor." I wonder how charitable McCain would be about a book belittling him and his time as a POW in the Hanoi Hilton.

Well, if you vote for McCain, you're either totally gullible or a bigot. In either case, I want to sell you a bridge--in Brooklyn--very solid brick and steel construction. Cash only, up front. I'll take your best offer.

Let me know how much you'd like to spend.

Justice May Or May Not Be Blind, But Sometimes She Is Deaf And Dumb

Two area criminal trials recently concluded, with vastly different and unfair results. In the first, a young man who took a baseball bat to an older man's head was convicted only of misdemeanor assault. It didn't seem to matter to the jury that the young man took the bat and several of his buddies to the older man's house (in the small community of Plattsmouth, south of Bellevue), rang the doorbell intending to confront the older man, and hit the man so severely that his face is still disfigured (after at least one surgery), and that the older man faces several more surgeries and over $600,000 in medical bills.

According to several jurors, some on the panel even wanted to acquit the young man at first. This is mind-boggling to me. Those jurors apparently believed the young man's claim that he was afraid, that he swung the bat only in self-defense, and that he was aiming only at the older man's stomach. Right. After HE picked up a bat, went to the man's house, and initiated the confrontation. One does not have to be a major league baseball player to know that a level swing aimed at someone's stomach is not going to hit that person in the face, either.

I get the feeling from what the jurors who spoke up said was that the misdemeanor conviction was the best they could get, and they decided do accept that verdict rather than insist on the more serious felony assault charge and wind up with no conviction at all due to a hung jury.

Omaha World-Herald editorial cartoonist Jeff Koterba got this one just right: he depicted Lady Justice down on the ground, bleeding from her head, a bloody baseball bat tossed on the ground beside her.

Sometimes, however, the system works just right. In Omaha this afternoon, a now 15-year-old man was convicted of second-degree murder in the death of a 6-year-old girl back in 2006. He had been arguing with the girl's caregivers on and off all day (apparently about some drug deal gone wrong), and finally got a gun and shot at them while they were in a car. Of course the innocent 6-year-old was the one who was hit, fatally. And she didn't die immediately. Her last words were, "It burns." [Talk about heart-wrenching!--Ed.] The jurors in this case have been deliberating since late last week, so this was no hasty, predetermined verdict, despite what the shooter's grandmother claims.

No, the young man had no intent to kill a 6-year-old, but by shooting at the car when he could see the people he'd been fighting with sitting in it, he intended to kill. That's the only intent required for second-degree murder.

He was tried as an adult because he had demonstrated repeatedly that he knew and understood the consequences of his actions. His grandmother was also upset that he wasn't "tried" in Juvenile Court, but that's silly. Juvenile Court was set up to handle juvenile things, the kind of pranks and family problems that were common 50 years ago--not murder.

The grandmother seemed to think that since she'd convinced her grandson to go and confess his role to the police late the same night of the crime that the young man should get consideration. But the tapes of his confession, which were aired on the local news programs all afternoon after the verdict was announced, showed that he didn't even want to admit he'd fired the gun at first. It was a long time before he finally "fessed up."

The prosecution wanted a first-degree murder conviction, but I don't think that was warranted, either. Yes, the young man went and got a gun, but unlike the young man in Plattsmouth, he didn't go out and seek his antagonists and confront them. He happened to see them and after some shouted exchanges, pulled the gun and fired--to scare them, he said--but since he aimed at the car and not in the air, he demonstrated he'd formed sufficient intent for a second-degree murder conviction.

So we had a gross miscarriage of justice in Plattsmouth and a major doing of justice in Omaha. I can hope only that the injured man in Plattsmouth files a civil suit against his attacker, so that he can get compensation for some of his medical expenses, at least. Not that it will matter. As all the professors in the Damages course in law school say, "You can't get blood from a turnip."

Hello? Hello?

Please tell me I'm not the only one who finds Dubya's scolding of Russia for its military aggression in Georgia hypocritical and ineffectual. Which is not to say I disagree with it. It's just that when Dubya tells the leader (Prime Minister Putin) of another country that it has no right to invade a third and that its actions are "disproportionate," I can't get past a mental image of a pot calling a kettle black. As it were.

I very much would like to see Georgia keep its freely elected democratic government and not be re-subsumed into a revitalized Soviet Union--even if it's officially without the "Soviet," Russia is turning back into the same empire that lowered the Iron Curtain in the first place.

However, I can't see how anyone in the world can take Dubya's tsk-tsking and finger-wagging lecturing seriously, given the crap he dragged us into in Iraq. Not to mention Afghanistan (though I concede that our presence in Afghanistan is the more justifiable of the two wars).

November cannot come soon enough for me! (Assuming we get a new administration, and not McBush's third term, that is.)

I Want To Eat Lunch, Not Play Golf

As I age, I find myself increasingly distressed by people (who should know better) who mispronounce words. This despite the fact that I'm not perfect. "Poinsettia" always gives me trouble. I was raised to say "Poinsett-a," and for a long time thought it was an acceptable regional variant. "Poinsett-i-a" is correct, but so many say it the other way that I feel like a pretender or a snob if I say it correctly. But saying it wrong (i.e., according to habit) doesn't feel right, either. So I tend to avoid saying it at all. When I must say it, I tend to slide a "y" sound in the middle: "Poinsett-ya." Not pretty; not elegant; but workable. I hope.

Anyway, the current Wendy's ad wherein an animated Wendy says she doesn't like "gray areas" in her chicken is bugging the heck out of me. She also says "sand-wedge" instead of "sand-wich." She may not want any gray areas in her chicken sandwich, but I sure don't want to clamp my teeth down on a golf club in the middle of mine!

I'm not sure why it irritates me so much. Maybe it's because I tend to equate pronunciation laziness with mental laziness. This is the same reason that when otherwise intelligent, educated people like Keith Olbermann say "li-berry" instead of "li-brary," I go through the roof. It's worse than fingernails scraping a blackboard. It's worse than having aluminum foil and a stainless steel fork tine hit a dental filling at the same time. It is supremely discomforting.

Which is not to say that I still won't make mistakes. But at least I know better than the sociology professor [yes, the professor--Ed.] who repeatedly in his lectures said "ep-i-tome" instead of "e-pit-o-me." Yes, it was Sociology 101, with well over 250 students in the lecture sessions, and yes, it was the fall of [gasp!--Ed] 1975, and yes, the professor obviously was well on the way to "emeritus" status . . . but still! I was 18, barely out of high school, and I knew better than a Ph.D. with several books published how to pronounce an important word. What really scares me however is that no one else seemed to notice. Either they didn't know the word or they didn't know any better, either.

Here's hoping college broadened their horizons.

How Art The Mighty Fallen

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I hereby withdraw my call to draft John Edwards at the upcoming Democratic National Convention. I felt safe in ignoring the rumors of his having had an affair back in 2006, so long as the only media outlets "reporting" said rumors were bird cage liners like The National Enquirer. Now that both Edwards and his wife have confirmed the affair, however, I can ignore the rumors no more.

Do all our heroes have feet of clay? Is this an illustration of the "power corrupts" hypothesis? Why does it even matter?

To answer in reverse order: it matters because it goes straight to the issue of Edwards' integrity, which was one of his most important "selling points" as a potential presidential nominee. It does illustrate almost perfectly that even the potential for power corrupts. Edwards' own admission was that he became increasingly narcissistic as his efforts to become the Democratic nominee progressed. The potential for power increased his attractiveness to himself AND others; it also increased his interest in responding to the attraction others felt for him. All our heroes must have feet of clay, therefore. I can't think of a single person for whom I've ever expressed admiration who hasn't disappointed or shocked me at some point. [And I am sure anyone who has ever expressed admiration for me has been disappointed in or shocked by me at some point. If anyone ever has expressed any admiration for me, that is!--Ed]

The real tragedy of Edwards' dalliance is manifold. (1) Though his affair has little to do with his stand on public policy issues, his stand no longer has any credibility . . . at least, not when coming from him.

(2) Edwards' political rivals--indeed, rivals of all Democrats--now have an additional smokescreen issue to divert attention and energy from the genuinely important issues of the upcoming election. So what that John McCain regularly lies about his own voting record [let alone Obama's--Ed.] and about where he stands on the issues? So what that McCain can't get straight the most basic facts about foreign policy issues--allegedly his area of greatest advantage and expertise over Obama? So what that his own campaign staffers have said that McCain doesn't necessarily speak for the McCain campaign? Look at those nasty Democrats who can't keep their zippers zipped! [If you think the rabid right wing of the GOP isn't going to raise the spectre of Bill Clinton's shenanigans again, you are way too naive to be involved in politics.--Ed]

Hmm . . . that last reminds me of my ex-husband's take on Nixon's "Checkers" speech: "I may be a crook, but look at this dog." [Gotta give credit where credit is due. Even a stopped clock is right twice a day, per Ann Landers.--Ed.]

(3) Elizabeth Edwards' voice has been stilled. Because of her personal experiences, she was a powerful advocate for (among other things) better health care for all Americans. Now, not only has her speech at the upcoming convention been cancelled, neither she nor her husband will even attend.

(4) Most personally, the toll it has taken on the entire Edwards family. How much energy did it take away from Elizabeth Edwards' efforts to combat her recurrent breast cancer? She has forgiven her husband, but how much of her trust in him remains broken? And their children's trust, too?

(5) The potential harm to the country. Edwards was being considered for a Cabinet post, most probably Attorney General. It is impossible, however, for someone whose personal integrity is now so tarnished to take on the task of returning the Dubya administration's politically-infected Justice Department to a state of politically-neutral respectability. Contrary to what some of Dubya's minions think, career attorneys at Justice do not serve a particular president or administration. They serve the American people. All of us. All the time. No matter who's in the Oval Office. At the moment, however, I can't think of any other Democrat who has the practical trial attorney experience and the national reputation to bring credibility back to the DOJ. And Edwards simply will no longer do.

I'd go cry in my beer, except I don't drink beer. Somehow, "crying into my Coca Cola" doesn't have the same cachet.

Three Things I Wish I'd Never Seen

My jaw literally dropped when I saw and heard John McCain offer up his wife Cindy to be a Miss Buffalo Chip contestant at the Sturgis (SD) motorcycle rally yesterday. Was it ignorance or really bad taste? Miss Buffalo Chip contestants have to take their clothes off . . . and the winners also usually simulate various sex acts with bananas . . . Gross! Of course, the bikers ate it up. Cindy just stood at her husband's side, head down, a strained, close-mouthed smile on her face. If I were her, I'd have socked McCain right in the chops, walked off the stage, and filed for divorce. Is there no low to which his pandering for votes will not stoop?

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Any and all of the current Citgo ads. They are full of sunniness and light, talking about how all Citgo stations are locally owned, and how that by supporting Citgo, buyers of its gasoline are helping their local economies. They very conveniently do not mention that Citgo is owned by Venezuela. Yep, it's the state-owned and run corporation of Hugo Chavez--you know, Hugo Chavez, whose anti-US rhetoric will curl your hair [or straighten it out if it's already curly--Ed.]. So we as a nation aren't fit to wipe his shoes, but our money is more than good enough to fund his nation's economy.

And for all of you who think I'm betraying my beliefs by condemning an avowed Communist, let me remind you of two things: (1) my opinions are based on fact--I do not let my personal proclivities color my evaluation of anything; (2) Communists in practice are much more to the right than to the left, as philosophical orientations go. The mistake that people make in calling Communists leftists is that thinking because Communists run their abusive power through "the state," they like "big government." And that "big government" equals being "leftist." No, no, no! They are dictators, pure and simple. And that's to the right end of the political spectrum. The mechanism they use to wield their power isn't the issue--their control over everything is.

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Baskin-Robbins has an ad wherein a soccer dad promises the team Oreo shakes (or sundaes, or something) if they win the game, and a soccer mom promptly kicks the winning goal, then screams at one of the opposing players, "Go-o-o-o-al! In your face!" As of a few days ago, the "in your face" has been cut from the ad. I guess B-R got a lot of complaints from people about that. I hope so. It was beyond obnoxious. I confess to not paying close enough attention to what exactly the winning players were promised, as all the local Baskin-Robbins franchises left the Omaha area years ago, and I see no point in torturing myself by wanting something yummy that I can't have. Even though the temperature is well over 90° every day lately. Even though I still miss B-R's World Class Chocolate [which, in my perhaps not-so-humble estimation, is the single best ice cream flavor ever made.--Ed.].

More Things That Make You Go "Hmm . . ."

Yesterday was the first anniversary of Barry Bonds' either tying or breaking Hank Aaron's career home runs record. No one on this year's San Francisco team has hit a many as 10 homers. So much for them being the "Giants." Which leads me to wonder whether the team should have received an automatic exemption from the steroids ban just to be able to better embody the team's nickname. Maybe Barry Bonds should use that argument as part of his defense. "I had no choice. I had to be a Giant, in every possible way."

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I still can't figure out why the Dubya administration felt the need to trump up a bunch of secret evidence against Osama bin Laden's driver to use (in secret) at the driver's trial at Gitmo. [That's "Guantanamo Bay" to you normal, not-infected-by-being-connected-to-the-military, people.--Ed.] There was no need to subject the driver to torture via rendition or anything else. We have a picture of the driver standing next to Obama--and the driver is holding an assault rifle. Assuming the picture wasn't PhotoShopped, I have to agree with the prosecution's argument that no one who wasn't highly trusted would be allowed to get that close to bin Laden with weapons in his hands. So what's up with all that other crap that Dubya's minions pulled?

Maybe they LIKE torturing people.

Creepy.

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So the Green Bay Packers apparently blinked. Brett Favre has been reinstated by the NFL Commissioner, and he's in Green Bay, and as I write this, the promised press conference hasn't yet been held so that we'll all find out what the Packers organization is doing next. Like we don't have anything else to do except wait to find that out.

The NFL is already playing pre-season games. And college football fall camps have opened. It's 90+ fricking degrees outside! C'mon! The baseball pennant races are just now starting in earnest. It's much too early for football. Excuse me while I go take a nap inside my freezer.

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Does anybody know the name of the singer who's featured in the current Reebok NFL-related T-shirt commercial? I've tried finding out, using "Traveling North" as the name of the title of the song she's singing, but that hasn't worked, so now I'm asking for help. And I'm going to feel really stupid for not recognizing her myself once I learn the answer, aren't I? Oh, well. So what else is new?

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I'm with Lisa Marie Presley. Those "Viva Viagra" commercials make me puke. Her, because she thinks they disrespect her dad. Me, because no one connected to the ads apparently gets the irony of the singer calling himself an "ol' goat." And health plans that jumped all over covering Viagra still won't cover female birth control. Feel free to roll your eyes in disgust. I know I am.

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John McCain has obviously planned his campaign around PT Barnum's admonition that no one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American public. He said he wasn't going to run a negative campaign, but so far, all his ads attack Barack Obama--and not even with facts, but with lies and distortions and innuendos. He said he had no intention of playing the "race card," but so far, his most-frequently run ad juxtaposes pictures of Obama with Brittney Spears, Paris Hilton, the Leaning Tower of Pisa, the Washington Monument, the Eiffel Tower, and crowds of Europeans applauding for Obama. He said he was going to stick to the issues in his campaign, but so far, his tactics are to claim that Obama is either too popular or to thin to be president.

This is perfectly in line with McCain's contempt for us, the voters. He lies about his voting record on a regular basis and expects us NOT to censure him for it. Anyone who does call him on his lies is branded an evil "liberal" member of the press, denied access to McCain's so-called Straight Talk Express, and demonized as just another cog in the machine conspiring to keep McCain from getting favorable media coverage.

Where'd I put my spare barf bags? I'm gonna need more than one or two at this rate!

Cat Lady, Cat Lady, Find Me A Cat

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In Omaha earlier this week, the Nebraska Humane Society raided the home of a 68-year-old woman because of a tip from a Council Bluffs, Iowa (just across the Missouri river, still part of the larger metro Omaha area) pet store. The woman had been caught trying to shoplift cat food. The NHS found over 100 cats in the woman's home.

I am not going to reveal her name, even though it's been in all the news stories, because she doesn't need more publicity directed at her personally. She has sought out the media (print and TV) and taken an active role in claiming she's "not one of those [weird] old ladies" who hoards cats. She merely helps and protects cats.

The NHS would disagree. While NHS workers admitted that the woman's home was not as bad as some they've had to raid [they didn't need to don HazMat gear--Ed.], even three days after they removed all the cats, cleaned what they could, and left the house's windows open, the house still smells of urine and illness.

The NHS also has had to euthanize over 60 of the cats already. NHS workers also say they found several dead kittens under the woman's bed and some dead cats buried in her back yard.

The woman disputes all these things. She says the only reason her house wasn't as clean as normal the day of the raid is that her normal 4-5 hour routine of cleaning all the litter boxes was not completed because she had to leave for a medical appointment. She says there was only 1 dead kitten under her bed, and no cats buried in the yard.

It's perfectly obvious that she is, in fact, one of those "old ladies" who hoards cats. Delusion about the good she's is doing is the hallmark symptom of an animal hoarder. My heart aches for her, because she is trying to do a good thing--but she doesn't know when or how to stop or set limits, and has allowed her need for being a care-giver to overwhelm her sense about how much care she can responsibly give.

The reason this matters? Well, Socrates said an unexamined life was not worth living, and the lady's story made me wonder how much and in what areas we all delude ourselves, and what harm we are doing as a result, even when [especially when--Ed.] we think we are doing good.

I am mulling over my answers about myself. I hope you will do the same for yourselves. Taking time to reflect--and then act on what we discover--gives us all the opportunity to improve ourselves and make our world a better place.

If nothing else, it should provoke us to donate to our local Humane Societies.