The New York Times reports today that our beloved, concerned, caring government is apprehensive about turning the detainees we've been torturing loose.Why? For fear that their own government might, you guessed it, torture them! Don't you just want to scream?
Seventy Americans were killed in Bush's war this month. That's a lot of people. I listen to NPR and I didn't hear about that many or at least I didn't register that many. The Iraqis are fighting themselves now and the insurgents just have to heave a few bombs to keep everyone in turmoil. It's very sad and since there is no end in sight, our casualties will just keep growing each month, forever. Surely it'sgetting harder to round up new recruits to keep a steady supply of targets. If the young folks are smart, they'll go to community college and forgo the tuition that the army promises them. It wouldn't be worth it to me, not for this war. Now, if you're very patriotic, you may say you can't choose your conflict. When wars are started for the stupid, greedy reasons this one was started, yes, you can choose your conflict. If and when gBush has to try a draft for this mess, the shit will hit the fan! Of course, all of his rich friends,all the congresspeople and all the senate, their kids will never see any action. Just like in Bush's time, the rich and connected ones get to stay here or go to Europe for a spell. Like on a vacation, Lord knows they need another vacation. How can people still drive around with the Bush 04 stickers still on their cars? Will they ever get it? I can only shake my head when I drive by, they are oblivious to what is happening here and in Iraq if they still feel a need to be faithful to that faithless creep in Washington.
I guess it doesn't matter that my friends and I didn't vote for the oil men in power in Washington. We're taking it in the shorts, just like the Republicans. What can you expect from oil men anyway? Low prices? No way. If they were furniture salesmen in there, furniture would go up, too. Or car salesmen. Or whatever. Remember, if you voted for them, suck it up! If you didn't, well, you may as well get used to it anyway!
What are we supposed to think? The big oil companies get richer every day and now, I guess they think we've had it too good for too long! Admittedly the europeans have been paying lots more for gas for a long, long time. We should have been forced to pay more years ago and by now we'd be doing something else for energy. The oil companies and their lacky politicians have been stringing us along. Yep! If we had been forced to pay more all along, we would have changed to fuel cells or solar or something else long ago. As it is, we act like a befuddled herd of cows, milling around in a pen. Where is that good, old, yankee know how? Why haven't we overcome our addiction to fossil fuel? Even here in Arizona, where the sun shines all the time, solar is not used as much as it should be. How could we have trusted those slime-bags all this time? Now they'll probably be sitting back in a big arm chair, chewing on the end of their stogies, with all the other sources of power basically unavailable to Americans, they're laughing their heads off. Oil company lobbyists. They are evil. Remember, it's the lobbyists that turn our politicians into mush-bellied lap dogs.
I guess the word is out. Xena has gone the way of all things great! Where once I could work side by side with any man, throwing things, lifting things and accomplishing things that most women wouldn't even dream of, now I find myself an observer of the work. Moving never slowed me down when I was younger either. Since I moved nearly every year when I was little, I was an expert on the subject and master-minded many a difficult trek. My friends would always admire my skill in that department, hoping for some help when it came their time. Help them I would because I never used to get tired. I thrived on hard, physical labor every chance I got, while preferring to earn my living selling things. Not now though, I'm sure that I lost my touch this last time. Everything was stuffed here and there, no order, no serenity in this move. The thought of lifting furniture made me cringe. Yep, I guess I'm here to stay. It's too annoying to admit to my lack of moving style. I'm going to have to stay just so the word won't get out. Xena has left the building.
Went to see "American Dreamz" yesterday. Not the greatest movie ever, but it was amusing. The portrayal of Bush (and Laura Bush) was pretty good. I got a few chuckles out of that. Dennis Quaid played him perfectly; that is, if he really is innocent of evil and all of his henchmen are the bad guys. Still, it makes you wonder. Hugh Grant played "Simon" (or Mr. Tweed) as a callow jerk. That worked well for him, too. I think the movie was better than the theater I saw it in.
Big move, no internet! Finally back up. Of course I had to sit on the phone for awhile to get it together. Now, where was I? Immigration problems in Tucson, as well as the rest of the country. Politicians in trouble every day. Gas prices going throught the roof. Plenty to worry about but now that I'm in my new place, it all seems like it is in the background a bit. That's good, for now. I can't worry 24/7. I have to unpack and straighten out, probably for the next three weeks. I have to go weld tommorow, I've missed two weeks in a row. I need to make something really cool because there are only a few weeks left.
As for the politicians, well, not to worry. They are no better or worse than ever. It's business as usual!
The problem with lobbyists is about to rear it's ugly head again! They are trying to get set up to charge for the internet and it will affect us all. If they give enough money to our congress people, inevitably some sneaky, little add on will make it onto some innocuous bill in the middle of the night, that allows the big telecommunications companies to charge for services they have no right to charge for. Politics is an ugly business. Call your representatives now to help. Tell them, "no,no, no-don't charge for anything on the internet".
You know you're livin' large when all you can find for breakfast is peanut butter, bananas and croissants. Someday, I'll have room for my groceries in one of my trips between the barrio and the new casa!
I told my husband I'd pay for a mover, but no, he thought we could do it and save the dough. Oh, my God! I should have ranted and raved and forced him to get someone else to do it. I'm never, ever going to do this again. I'm too old to deal with it and I have proven that this week. If I ever get unpacked, I'm not going to worry about it ever again. They can carry me out feet first when I die. Let my nephews and neices worry about what wonders may be hidden in the nooks and crannies or just burn it down. It'll be on them-I have arrived at my final destination!