Archive for the ‘Politics’ Category

I watched a special on Chernoble the other day and the toxic cloud from their melt-down traveled, however lightly, to the U.S.  It crossed the pole .  It hit Finland and Sweeden hard. 

Terrorism is circling the globe and hitting families all over, also.  And, as the latest economic crisis shows, what affects one home can greatly affect a home on the other other side of the world. 

If you still have any doubt left that the world has become one neighborhood.  Take a look at the statistics from my ClustrMap.   My numbers aren’t real high but people all over the world can read what you have to say.  People all over the world will write and tell you how much they care (as mom’s poetry blog proves.  http://padairvanvleck.wordpress.com).  We are all one neighborhood and what I do can affect what someone thousands of miles away thinks.

So, think about how you can spread smiles and love and joy and intelligence and art around the world today.  Talk about solutions to the problems we have.  Don’t just complain.  Smile and discuss.

United States (US) 2,312
United Kingdom (GB) 186
Canada (CA) 164
Australia (AU) 55
Germany (DE) 52
India (IN) 37
Spain (ES) 26
France (FR) 26
Philippines (PH) 23
Brazil (BR) 17
Singapore (SG) 15
Netherlands (NL) 15
South Africa (ZA) 15
Italy (IT) 14
Turkey (TR) 14
Belgium (BE) 11
Korea, Republic of (KR) 11
Indonesia (ID) 10
Mexico (MX) 10
Pakistan (PK) 9
New Zealand (NZ) 9
Thailand (TH) 9
Poland (PL) 9
Hungary (HU) 8
Malaysia (MY) 8
Sweden (SE) 8
Ireland (IE) 7
Argentina (AR) 7
Austria (AT) 7
Bulgaria (BG) 7
Serbia (RS) 6
Hong Kong (HK) 6
Japan (JP) 6
Portugal (PT) 6
Israel (IL) 6
Iran, Islamic Republic of (IR) 6
Denmark (DK) 6
Norway (NO) 5
Romania (RO) 5
Nigeria (NG) 5
Greece (GR) 5
Switzerland (CH) 5
Czech Republic (CZ) 5
Russian Federation (RU) 4
Europe (EU) 4
Lithuania (LT) 4
Finland (FI) 4
United Arab Emirates (AE) 4
Saudi Arabia (SA) 4
Cyprus (CY) 3
Colombia (CO) 3
Trinidad and Tobago (TT) 3
Jamaica (JM) 3
Taiwan (TW) 3
Slovenia (SI) 2
Croatia (HR) 2
Tunisia (TN) 2
Slovakia (SK) 2
Egypt (EG) 2
Bahrain (BH) 2
Bangladesh (BD) 2
Mauritius (MU) 2
Kuwait (KW) 2
Chile (CL) 2
Ukraine (UA) 1
Ghana (GH) 1
Netherlands Antilles (AN) 1
Brunei Darussalam (BN) 1
Costa Rica (CR) 1
Venezuela (VE) 1
Peru (PE) 1
Paraguay (PY) 1
Estonia (EE) 1
Samoa (WS) 1
Luxembourg (LU) 1
Belarus (BY) 1
Kenya (KE) 1
Dominica (DM) 1
Nepal (NP) 1
Qatar (QA) 1
Macedonia (MK) 1
Jordan (JO) 1
Asia/Pacific Region (AP) 1
Bermuda (BM) 1
Oman (OM) 1
Dominican Republic (DO) 1
Morocco (MA) 1
Guatemala (GT) 1
Vietnam (VN) 1
Myanmar (MM) 1
Puerto Rico (PR) 1
Virgin Islands, U.S. (VI) 1
Barbados (BB) 1

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“My T.  My T.” is now “My CNN.  My CNN.”


We would lay JRock down for a nap, when he was under two, and immediately he pointed to the television, blurting out, “My T. My T. My T.”  This meant he would only go to sleep if we put CMT on.  I should have known then, that when he was sixteen he would mysteriously develop a southern accent.


When I get up in the morning and right before I go to bed, I put on CNN.  It is not that it puts me to sleep.  I just have to know.  I think a lot of us have that after 9/11.  Please tell me it takes more than a pretty face « Wide Awake in Wonderland


Tuesday night, we were all locked onto it as the numbers climbed and the special affects took place.  Beside the declaration of the winner and the memorable acceptance speech, my favorite moment was when John King was asked exactly how John McCain could still win.  His look was priceless.


He had been changing the color of states all evening, in his Magic Board game of Risk, and now, just before the end, he is asked just how it could turn out different than inevitable.  He stared at her for, what seemed like a full minute.  That stare said, “No way.  There is no way.  Not going to happen.”  But, she wanted to know, so he had to figure it out. 


First, he refused to give McCain California, Oregon and Washington.  Then he started off at the eastern end of the board, explaining why McCain could just not win these four states because….  Then he said, “But, we’ll give him these anyway.”  It went thus across the board until every state, that did not have a return yet, was pink; except California, Oregon and Washington.  And, if I remember it right, even then he could not win and John King finally conceded Oregon.  I could be wrong on that though. 


The only thing that could have been better, was if she would have asked Jack Cafferty the same question, at that time.  I would have loved to have heard that answer.

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I stayed up way too late last night to see who won.  It was inspiring to hear Obama’s speech and, it impressed me that the Obama crowd did not “boo,” in fact there were some cheers, when McCain was mentioned.  I think the fact that Obama would stop that behavior, while on the campaign trail, was a big reason. He set the tone. 

I felt sorry for McCain.  I think he is an honorable man, who was running at a difficult time for his party and made a horrible choice for his VP pick.  She became, more than anything, a running SNL joke. I have always respected McCain but I think that perhaps he bowed to those on his staff who thought that defaming others was the way to go.  I would hope that was not his choice.

I finally had to turn tv off to get some sleep and  I was extremely pleased this morning to see this map.  This is perhaps the first time when I have felt that my vote actually counted. 

Booha, Indiana, well done.  Perhaps now, we can get onto the important things; like repairing America’s reputation in the world, fixing our economy, healthcare, jobs, the list goes on.  I do not envy the job he has to do, but I have faith that he is up to it. 


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I am not Joe the plumber. I am too poor to be Joe the plumber. I too do NOT have a plumber’s license, which is unfortunate as I do have about three pipes leaking in this house, so if he gets a license and wants to get some practice, send him over.

I have never made $250,000 in one year. Actually, I, personally, have not made that amount in a ten year period. I made a “woman’s” wage in my working life. And, my fast growig art career went down the tubes in direct proportion to the price of gas, other people losing their job and the cost of everything else, going up; except my health, which went down due to lack of health care.

So, frankly I think it is NOT time for a “person just like me” to be elected. I do not want a possible President who “gosh and golly’s” me. I want one who is so intelligent, he was President of Harvard law review and not so intelligent it took several colleges to get an associate. I want someone who is better than me and can gather the most intelligent people around him to fix the mess we are in AND who believes it is best to talk to other countries rather than just bomb the #%#@ out of them.

Think about it.


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Okay, if I just link to a hilarious blog, by an 82 year old woman?  Right now, she has written about Sarah Palin.  But, any editors/agents who are checking me out, cannot get mad at my opinions as I am just offering up this link for you to check out.  You are warned.  Harold! The rat is back! « Margaret and Helen.

I have written Master’s daughter and warned her also, that this is who I want to be when I grow up.  It’s everything I have wanted to say but could not figure out how to make it funny.  She expresses every fear I have had.  I swear if Sarah Palin is chosen to run for President in 2012, and wins, I am moving to another country.  This one will be doomed. 

See, that was not funny.  Helen had me in tears, I was laughing so hard.

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I have found the Catch-22 in my state’s health insurance.  Yes, they have given me wonderful insurance and they have given the nineteen year old, high school attending EMT boy health insurance; however, they have taken away the sixteen year olds insurance.  And, it’s all semantics.


I am grandmother/step-mother/guardian to JRockGuitarMan.  I have not been able to work for some time due to not having insurance and what the really crappy doctor’s poor people get, did to me.  That’s a way long, sad and boring story there.  But, as step-mother, I do not count as part of the family. 


Nineteen year old brother, while still in high school (due to no fault of his own, it’s that pesky little homeschooling thing.) does not count on our income because he is, well, nineteen.  Never mind that he cannot go out and get a 9 to 5 job because, golly, the school system insists he attend school during those hours and he is not one of those people who can do without sleep for days on end.


So, we have disabled husband, who counts, and is currently the sole bread winner.  Me, who doesn’t count, EMT boy who doesn’t count and sixteen year old JRockGuitarMan who counts, is sixteen and no longer qualified for insurance because our income is just a tad too high for a family of TWO.  We would qualify for a family of three and be way under for a family of four.


But, that’s right folks; we four are considered a family of two. The person writing this does not exist in the scheme of things, and in Indiana’s eyes.  I finally get insurance and now I have to worry that for the next three years, if this kid has to have a surgery, we will be in deep trouble.


It’s always something.  And, excuse me if I do not feel real humorous this morning.


Frankly, despite what CNN says, I AM offended and bothered by the price of Sarah Palin’s, who is a woman just like me (RIGHT!) campaigning wardrobe that they spent like a bazillion dollars on.  I shop at Good Will.  Why wouldn’t I be offended?  After all, they are going to donate that wardrobe so one woman, somewhere will get nice clothing.



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In my continuing failure to avoid anything political, I just have to pass on this link to Brooklyn Arden

If you have any questions about what the candidates have accomplished, please check it out.  She has facts and links for Obama and McCain.

My philosophy in life has been to treat all people with respect and, in my humble opinion, I think these records show who agrees with human rights.

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A fight ensued at the last wedding I attended. Albeit, I did start it. But, I was kind-of proud as I very rarely have the privilege to start a fight in that crowd, or any crowd. That is usually reserved for …


But, let me digress.  Just try and stop me!


At the reception, I was seated at the table with family. We have all known each other for many, many years, as families tend to do. And, I was feeling rebellious. My brother-in-law can be, how shall I put this, “trying.”  He tries to cause trouble, he tries to irritate people, he tries to be a jerk and he TRIES to start fights and succeeds. I, however, rarely do try to start fights. I avoid fights. I hate fights. But, I will fight if need be.


His penchant for starting fights is a puzzle to me. Why would anyone get their jollies off  by making an elderly religious lady get into a fight with another elderly religious lady about, well—for starters, religion? Somehow, brother-in-law manages to do this and he greatly enjoys it.  


So, for a week before the wedding, I am gearing up for him. He has taken to calling husband, not by his name, that brother-in-law has known for twenty years, but by the term, “skuzzy.” Now, husband really could care less, but mom gets irate about it and I just figured that after fifty years of abuse by this man, it was time to stand up for my family.


There was also the little matter of the Bailey’s Irish Crème.  I love Irish Crème. So, as two nephews would get a cup of it, each putting some in their coffee and then handing the remainder to their dear aunt (me) to drink t, I was feeling good.  Three left-overs of Baileys and I was primed.


I proudly made the announcement. “Brother-in-law” (I shall not use his real name so as to avoid more of those pesky relative law-suits over my blog.), “Brother-in-law.” I said, “What is my husband’s name?”


He looks at me a bit dumbfounded; dumb might be more appropriate.  I continue.


“You have known my husband for twenty years, and you know his name.  So, you are to stop calling him ‘skuzzy.’  It is rude and disrespectful.”     


Whereupon, he whines. “Why is everyone picking on me, today?”


His # 2 son states. “Because you have been picking on people for years and they’ve had it.”


I announce, “And, besides, I’ve had three left-over cups of Bailey’s and thought about telling you this for the last week.”


At which point, half of those at table, breaks out laughing and the argument is over. 


I should have been drinking “Bailey’s” the next day, when brother-in-law said he could not stand people who wear the American flag on their butts and the conversation literally trampled the Constitution for, what seemed like, the next half hour before I could not take it any longer, and made my point about one of the greatest strengths of this nation being the right to free speech.  And, protesting is one of those rights.


By the Way: I never mentioned to them that I have never worn the flag on my butt. Why, in any world, would I want to draw attention to my butt? For many years and, since I quite weight lifting, I would not call it my greatest feature.


The funny thing is, brother-in-law ended that argument (that went on for quite some time) by announcing, “Hitler had the right idea.”  And, then walking out of the room.


The crowd forgot all about me and my little “free speech” issue. 


One for brother-in-law.

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I was killing time this morning, like I have so much extra to kill, well, I really do, I just don’t want to do what I should be doing with it.  Somehow, I think this sentence has way too many commas in it.  I copied and pasted it to MSWord and they are not offering any corrections, so any editor/agents out there, just pretend I meant to do that—Stream of consciousness thing and all.




Anyway, in killing time this morning reading all the neat blogs about Sarah Palin and now I have added an Alaskan blog *Mudflats* to my daily read.  Who could resist this information?   Okay, now that’s another thing you agents/editors need to ignore—my politics.  I was actually going to write about an email I received from a friend, who is so stressed out about the state of politics, I fear for his sanity, but then I remembered that I am not supposed to write about anything controversial.  Ooppps!! Too late for that.




Anyway, again, I only got as far as C’s, in my daily blog troll.  *Cranky Fitness* provided this morning’s blog inspiration with her list.  First, I have to say, who can resist a blog with cupcakes as its banner?  Okay, a nice piece of wedding cake might be better for us cake connoisseurs.  Since her blog is about fitness, I’d say this whole cake thing is off limits; except on your birthday.  Or when you go to a wedding.  Or on the Ides of March. Or—–




This, cakes and lists, is something I have in common with *Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine and the Needles of Doom*.  This is the team who has a whole blog, nearly  (I haven’t read the whole thing yet) made up of lists; and, I know for a fact that one of them would join me in my cake quest or possibly in doing many unmentionable things to Viggo Mortensen.  



Back to the lists: I find I do get more things done when I make lists. When I was doing Body for Life faithfully, I think it was the fact of having a chart to fill out for exercise and also for what I ate. Those were lists that kept me on track; and away from cake.




Now-a-days though, my lists look something like this.


1. Six am  do dishes- no room for dishwasher in this blasted house.

2. Seven am wake boys

3. Feed visiting rabbit and clean the poop out of her food and water dishes.  What is her problem?

4. Water dog, then take her for a walk in the yard and to water the garden.  Talk lovingly to baby watermelons. We will be so drowning in watermelons at some point.  Tomatoes are just starting to get red.  I may go on a tomato and watermelon diet.

5. Call the class ring company and order a replacement for JRockGuitarMan’s class ring.

6. Remind JRock that I will have his hide if it ever disappears from his finger again.

7. Tell EMT Boy he looks good in suit of visiting son, Starky

8. Tell Starky he looks good in cowboy hat, boots, shirts and jeans of EMT boy.  (Hey, they get worse as Halloween gets near.  One year we gave them a box of costumes for Christmas and it was their favorite gift.)

9. Go to mom’s town tomorrow: see vet (for dog pills, not for me), go to license bureau (for mom’s handicapped tag), help her with pacemaker check by phone (which she can do on her own), out to eat (always) grocery store, farm stand for tomatoes and watermelon since mine aren’t ready to pick yet. (never buy a watermelon at Marsh — worse one I ever had). 




I have stretched my limits of punctuation and patience in this blog, so am off to work on my novel to bed.  I shall put my headphones on and listen to Harry Potter yet again.  I have been listening to the CD’s for three years now.  Since memoiries from my last visit in Wyoming roll around in my head too often at night.  The CD’s only put me to sleep because I have them memorized by now. So, new books on tape only work when I am painting or throwing pottery and want to be reading.  Music doesn’t work either.  Both of them just make me stay awake to hear more.  But, my brain calms right down with the soothing voice of Jim Dale.




Sleep well!

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