Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Monday, March 27, 2017
Friday, March 24, 2017
Thursday, March 23, 2017
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
No, there are no real zebras in Brazil.
Yes, the program provides entry level jobs for recovering addicts and others on the margins.
No, they do not speak nor do they remove their heads while on duty.
Yes, they are Brazil's answer to McGruff the Crime Dog and Smokey the Bear; kids love them.
The green screen image has been graciously provided to the video-producing public. The zebra makes Trump's presser with Angela Merkel less awkward:
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Where were the replays of the ridiculous Sesame Street parodies of Donald Trump during the campaign? Why was the outrage over his untruths muddied beneath worries about calling a lie a lie? Why did Katy Tur stand before an empty podium for hours, waiting for the candidate to arrive while Hillary Clinton was giving a fact-filled speech? Why? Why? Why?
Where was the press three years ago when this outrage began to be perpetrated on the American people? I'm quite impressed with their current outrage, but, I fear, it is too little, too late.
Listening to the attendees at the President's campaign rally last night, it is clear to me that they don't care about the facts. They are responding to the emotion. They don't trust, they don't believe, and the Commander in Chief (uh, North Korea... China... the world is imploding, sir) is feeding the frenzy instead of paying attention to the world around him.
It's March, 2017, for crying out loud.... who else is running in 2020 and campaigning today?
Is it a tempest in a teapot? Not when you listen to Adam Schiff make the case for impeachment.... at least that's the way it sounded to me. Reasoned, careful, thoughtful, fact-filled..... and terrifying.
In exchange for ratings, the media gave prime time exposure to a clown. He was everywhere, and I admit that I, too, was fascinated by the performances. It never occurred to me that 45% of my fellow Americans were believing the drivel.... and that they would vote the fool into office.
Since he's golfed 9 times in less than 100 days, I don't think that he thought they'd do it, either. He's in over his head, and moving Ivanka into an office on the 2nd floor of the White House won't do much to ease our pain. I asked her to do something about her difficult dad back in October, and she ignored me. Like Angela Merkel, I wonder what a handbag designer is doing in a policy meeting.
I understand the lust - Republicans own three out of three branches of government and they are reluctant to show cracks in the cement. But, just like Big Bob's new driveway, when cracks appear they need to be addressed. And this is not a crack, this is a fissure.
As we were trying to keep our eyes open towards 10pm, Rachel Maddow told us that The Guardian reported that Rex Tillerson (our stealth Secretary of State, the one traveling without the press corps) will be going to Russia instead of to NATO this spring.
If this is doubling down to drown out the criticisms, it's at best misguided and at worst a public admission of collusion with Putin. Insult the German Chancellor, accuse the British intelligence community of illegal activity, snub Justin Trudeau..... I think I may just have to search the interwebs and find the videos the Russians have on DJT.
Our media shied away from the story, because it was leaked, because it wasn't verifiable, because because because..... Now, they are falling over each other, reporting that the US was considering employing the author of the report, extolling his credentials, repeating some but not all of the information.
Was it out of respect for the man? Out of respect for the office? Out of fear of retribution? We will never know. But the failure to expose the fact that the emperor is naked as a jaybird lies squarely on The Media. The mocking videos were out there during the campaign. The lies should have been called lies when they happened, instead of parsing the words to use to describe them.
Sean Spicer cannot be trusted to speak the truth. Donald Trump cannot be trusted to speak the truth. The world is going to hell in a hand basket, and the media is doing too little, too late,
When the leaks investigations begin, I want to see all those reporters sitting in cells, refusing to name their sources. It's the least they can do for showing up so late to the party.
Monday, March 20, 2017
Friday, March 17, 2017
Thursday, March 16, 2017
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Monday, March 13, 2017
Friday, March 10, 2017
Unfortunately, the construction on the nature preserve piece of CTG's park requires truck parking in the tiny lot; a Parks and Rec employee informed me, with no small amount of attitude, that there were no spaces. She told me to leave.
I made a u-turn, with steam coming out of my ears. Can't they park on the sidewalk or the open space? Can't they use the Community College lot across the street? It was 70 degrees and sunny, citizens were out on bikes and trikes and horses and feet and who was she to tell me that I couldn't walk with my little friend's hand in my heart in the morning.
Did I mention that I was peeved?
I drove, aimlessly, considering traipsing to the path from afar and rejecting the thought as I drove through the lot. I steamed and I stormed and I found myself driving east on Magee, across Oracle, without a plan until I remembered that there was a trailhead at the end of the road.
I drove. I parked. I organized my water bottle, plugged in my headphones, turned on a podcast, and set out. I walked through the underpass, admiring the graffiti. I passed the huge houses and the spring wildflowers poking through the dirt. I negotiated the smaller and the larger boulders, using my Smart Water bottle as a 1/4 sized hiking stick. Up and over and on and on I went, until it occurred to me that, no matter how much fun I was having going up, I was going to have to do back down the hill I was climbing.
Sense overrode desire; I turned around and, slowly and carefully, deliberately and cautiously, I descended. As I went, I thought about the fact that I was ill-equipped; I had no poles, no companions, no hat. The terrain was unstable and I was wearing Nikes not hiking boots; the difference in traction was noticeable as the smaller stones became lodged in the grooves of my shoes, scraping against their brethren and minimizing the connection between my foot and the ground.
It was an adventure. I was enjoying the air and the scenery as my heart was trying to stay calm and my feet were trying to stay under me. Back through the underpass and arriving at The Uv, sitting comfortably in her parking space, I unhitched my fanny pack and collapsed into the seat.
And then, it hit me. I'd taken a hike. I left the house to walk as far as I could on the smooth, gentle incline of CTG's park, and I ended up climbing over rocks and sand and cacti. I didn't fall. I didn't hurt. I wasn't all that frightened. I couldn't stop smiling.
Needing to share the joy, I called Little Cuter. I recounted the story, and her response was immediate and just a little teary.
"Oh, Mom. That is so beautiful. Christina took you there."
Of course, she did. It took one little girl to remind me of another little girl's presence, that's all.
She was with me as I drove to her park and it's obvious that she was not going to let anything as trivial as a parking space spoil our adventure. Never one to wallow in self-pity, she was a doer, a problem solver, a smiling individual who knew that the answer to misery was action. And so, inserting herself into my angst, she led me to a path where I'd passed her and her family many times, where they'd posed for a holiday picture, where I could prove to myself that, in fact, I don't need a flat, paved path in order to move in the great outdoors.
I can hike. Christina-Taylor showed me that I can.
Little Cuter asked me to the fact that the second half of my post today remains unpublished. That's a shame, because it's a feel good story, and she's at the center of it.
So. I've taken down the truncated post and will load the complete version once I get home this afternoon.
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Remember the first time you saw this?
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
"This is what we ran on; this is what we promised the American people."
The bill has not been "scored" by the OMB; the House of Representatives will vote on the bill before the cost is known.
I've never been so glad to be on Medicare; I have the AARP on my side and nobody on The Hill wants to make the Granny Lobby angry.
I wonder how the Trump voter looking for lower insurance premiums will react when it comes time to enroll in a new plan. The bill focuses on what we used to call Major Medical - the inexplicable bills which accompany a hospital stay. Apparently, all that prevention in the ACA - like prenatal vitamins and free wellness check ups - is expendable. They would rather pay for open heart surgery than subsidize a gym membership.
NPR broadcast an Ohio health care official worrying that 25% of the state's hospitals will enter bankruptcy if those formerly-uninsured-now-insured-soon-to-be-uninsured-again Medicaid expansion recipients reenter emergency rooms and in-patient wards without funds to cover the care the hospitals are mandated to provide.
If only our Representatives were looking at the same problems that the rest of us face. But they have their own sweet health insurance policy, and no one seems to be suggesting that they save some money by repealing that.
Sigh. It's only March.