I know that I am just taking the line of least resistance when I turn out the lights and pretend that I am not home on Halloween. I have done it for a long time. It's just that when I do it, I feel like a fraud. I usually have candy anyway, but I usually blame it on the dog. I don't want to scare her, after all. She actually did okay tonight, with the few kids who braved the door without a light. She barked a bit but was okay when I gave the candy out. When I was younger, I went to parties or out for the evening. Now, I'd rather stay home most of the time. When I had my coffee shop in Globe, Az, the whole downtown area would stay open late and give candy out from the storefronts. It was a safe and fun way to get them out to show us their costumes. I think that those years were my best Halloween years. Most of the time, we would underestimate how many kids there would be and have to send someone over to Safeway on the run, for more candy. Anyway, it is dieing down for this year. Maybe I'll go to the movies next year. Remind me, would you?
Somehow, during the last election, I got signed up with a bunch of political organizations. All left wing, of course. All of them keep sending me things, most of which I delete on arrival. I got one the other day from the Democratic Party about Sarah Palin. They wanted me (and whoever else they could get) to put bad things about that crazy bitch on our Facebook accounts. Well, now, when I was very young, my mother taught about how to deal with people like her. Ignore her. That's right, ignore her. Don't give her anymore publicity than she is already getting. I think the Democrats should get some early childhood education on how to deal with annoying people. Yes, she is annoying. Yes, we all wish she would crawl back under the rock that John McCain found her under. Giving her more face time or press will not make her go away. It will work in just the opposite way. Get a grip, Democrats! Oh, and by the way, can you get all of your people together and do something now that you have a majority? If not, well, we may not be seeing so much of you in the future.
I wish they would just get something passed sometime soon. I worry that there won't be a public option. Really, if there isn't a public option, why even bother to go through all of this? The insurance ghouls have those politicians by the short hairs and if they pass something without having a way to control them, we will all be so very sorry. How many Americans have called or written with their insistence that a public option is necessary? We need to keep calling and keep writing, and start little crib notes on who not to vote for next time.
Why is it that our politicians are even able to take money from big groups like the insurance companies? I thought that some laws were passed to keep them out of the politician's business. If we had a system where the public paid for the elections, with a very low cap on the amount spent, none of this would be happening. Our system is so corrupt that there doesn't seem to be a way to fix it. Why do they need to spend huge fortunes on elections, every time one rolls around? We all get sick of the negative campaigns, the commercials on every channel, the bitterness that it all stirs up. Until we as Americans wake up and realize we're being robbed by this over class of government, the cycle will just repeat itself. Even though it is an off year, this one has had way too much political wrangling to suit me. At least the evil, insurance company-bought-and-paid-for-stooges aren't raising such a commotion anymore.What a blip in our history. I guess this is no more bitter than lots of other portions of our political history, it just seems worse because of the reliance on the new medias to get stuff out there, in a quicker, more nasty way. Luckily, our side has the advantage on the internet and television smarts. I suppose it will all pass soon enough, and with any hope, our lives will be a little better because of all the effort now.
Call your state's house and senate people. Tell them what you want. Do it today. Do it again tomorrow.
Today, while I was foolishly baking up some goodies, a bird flew into my backyard and sat on my bird bath. At first, I just wasn't paying attention, then I thought, "Jeez...that was a big ol' bird. So I grabbed my camera and snuck over to the open patio door. Sure enough, it was a hawk of some sort. There are tons of them living around here and I worry about them eating my kiities. The thing is, if you have seen my cat, Wyatt, you know it would take several of these guys to pick him up. Anyway, here are a couple of shots of him. Click to enlarge and check out those feet! I wouldn't want him after me!
I lived in Colorado, most of my life. You can tell when the season is changing there. Any season. You can see it, feel it and know that it is coming. Not so much so here in the desert. We've been waiting for a change in the 100 degree heat for a long, long time. Well, it is finally here! We're all so excited. Yeah, 70s, 80s, 90s. Life is good!
A crested saguaro, usually seen in only one in ten thousand cacti. Up close on the trunk of a saguaro. Lumpy, bumpy and pokey! This type of cactus has the tiniest spines, they stay in the longest and sometimes hurt the worst!
Moron at parade in September. Total participation: hard to say. Organizer says millions, nay billions were there. Photos show 100,000, maybe. Lovely poster, by the way. Did your first grader make it for you? Just one example of hateful, mean, racist idiots, out wandering aimlessly!
When you choose to be a rebel, when you choose to join a cult, you naturally take a detour from your friends and family. They are as they were, going merrily about their business, living their lives. No agenda, no cult master to please. It really is a shame that their friend or family member has gone down such a lonely, odd and sort of maniacal road by themselves. Years go by, the normal folk try to ignore the oddities over in the other camp. Hidden under a thin veneer of social acceptance, the cult member lives their life, with never a thought about, perhaps, going to a de-programing camp for a quick jolt. And the other relatives never thought to sign up their lived one, they figured it wasn't any of their business. Right? And who is to say, especially in the early stages, that the cult-y ones are wrong? They are living a "good" life, how can they hurt anyone? That was then, and now it is far, far too late to do anything to help. Sad story, no? The cult follower hasn't been getting much attention lately, having driven all sane folks from the vicinity of their home.It's no fun trying to get the other crazies to notice you, is it? Once in awhile, one or two of the "normal" have ventured in, but not lately. No, the cult folks need to draw some attention their way. What better way than to send a broadcast of just how weird their life is, rub it in the very face of the past loved ones. Smear it good. Make sure they get it, "We're strange, and we're proud of it!". Make sure you send your broadcast, (shall we call it "love note"?) to even the ones who stood by you, the ones who were able to ignore your oddities, because it just isn't as much fun without complete alienation. Hurt your closest relatives the most, what do you care? Your cult will see you through. Hey, try to remember something. Your original cult, the one that involved drinking lots of beer, or "standing by your beer soaked spouse" was rudely replaced with this newer, more initially socially acceptable cult.I think I liked that old cult better. At least there was some hope of waking up one morning and looking around and saying, "Man, this sucks! I gotta go". You lost that opportunity when the cult flipped to a more happy sounding one. Still, a cult is a cult is a cult. What a long, strange trip it has been, eh?