First off, congratulations to West Virginia for making Ashley Judd cry while punching a ticket to the Final Four in Indianapolis. Just watch out for the shit bubbles. Speaking of shit bubbles, on Press the Meat, it’s Mr. Armageddon, Papa John Boehner, Steny Hoyer, DNC Chair Tim Kaine, Bozo the token black Republican, Michael Steele, former Obama WH Communications Director (for like six months) Anita Dunn, and out old friend Ed Gillespie, who comes out of whatever closet he’s been in lately.
Faze the Nation has Jim Clyburn, and Chris Van Hollen, plus ferret face Mitch McConnell, and Dick Durbin.
On Fux News Sunday, Weaselface Wallace has Republican Paul Ryan and Debbie Wasserman Schultz, plus Texas cracker John “Cornhole” Cornyn.
On the Goebbels Network, it’s Eric “they’re shooting at me, too – honest” Cantor, John Larson, David Plouffe, and the Pillsbury Dough Nazi, Herr Karl Rove
CNN’s State of the Union has Orrin “Big Love” Hatch, Dianne Feinstein, John Larson of CT, and Indiana shit bubble Mike Pence.
Speaking of CNN, Fareed Zakaria has a debate on health care between Paul Krugman and sad sack piece of crap Robert Samuelson (seriously; tell me this guy doesn’t have douchebag written all over him).
Also, Fareed travels to Mexico City to speak with the President of Mexico, Felipe Calderon.
Have a good one.
The NY Times has a short piece on Markos from Dailykos. It’s interesting. I know PJ finds him a bit creepy but creepy or not DK is the largest liberal blog .
http://yosemite.epa.gov/opa/admpress.nsf/0/58be5d02dccfafc8852576f2005a574c?OpenDocument
What, he’s in the EPA now?
I appreciate what he’s built at DK, but I think he comes off as feeling self-important, and way more of a “Democrat” than a “Liberal.”
I really didn’t care for him threatening Dennis Kucinich on Countdown.
Plus he just looks too darn much like Eugene Victor Tooms from the X-Files.
Sorry, somehow I managed to post the wrong link. Here’s the correct one for the Markos of Dailykos.
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/28/us/28sfroutine.html?scp=1&sq=markos%20dailykos&st=cse
You know, I often feel unworthy of blogging because everyone seems to have dogs or cats or bees or wolves or goebbels or ferrets or are heavily involved in animal liberation or rescue or something and I got nuttin’. We adopted a stray dog in Crete in 1976 that the local Cretans poisoned one day. I have had a girlfriend or two with cats. I do have some bees that show up when my hawthorn tree blooms (any day now if we still have bees) and at least last year our local movie star wild parrots honored me with stripping the berries off of the aforementioned tree.
However, for a brief moment in my early life my Mother somehow acquiesced and allowed us to have a dog, probably a Boston terrier mutt, named
Buttons(name suppressed so you can’t pay one of my bills for me). The dog had one of those faces that was black on one side and black on the other. To this day there is a Star Trek episode that is painful for me to watch. Mom would never let the dog in the house and when we moved to the big city it wasn’t long before the poor little dog was run down by a car in the dirt and gravel alley that ran behind our row of houses. Being young and innocent and since JFK was still alive I never even thought that it could have been my mother who ran overButtonswho I am guessing used to crap the back yard on a regular basis.That’s a long winded way of saying that today was allegedly
Buttons‘ birthday, the day after my late Mother’s. It was one thing to share a proximate b’day like my Dad does with the Baby Jesus but with a dog you never wanted or like in the first place has made me suspicious.:billcat: :bee: :penguin: :cat: :turkey: :parrot: :jesus: 🙁 :gate: :cake: :pup:
:cake: Happy birthday to Buttons.
When my kids were young one of our cats died and my daughter told me she would never have a pet when she was older because she never wanted to feel so sad again. Of course I had to tell her that sadness was inevitable and the pleasure of a good animal’s company was well worth the pain. (She has a lab/great dane mix and a cat.)
The dog is utilitarian, in spite of the pampering she receives. She barks at strangers who came to the door and in Brooklyn that’s important. She also insists that we get some exercise because she needs a walk at least 4 times a day.
The cats are abandoned sob stories, all of whom, except the one I inherited from my mother, were so young that we had to bottle feed them. I always keep a pet feeding bottle handy for the next wretch.
I like coming home to them.
As I have hurtled toward my dotage my expectations have changed. I do not think this healthdcare bill is the best in the world, but I think it’s a start and the best we could do. I assume it will be gradually improved as social security and medicare have been. Hope springs eternal, you know.
I appreciate Kucinich’s lefty stands but I thought his no vote was a classic “perfect being the enemy of good” and I was not upset with Markos for threatening him. I thought it was threat for threat and necessary at the moment. Sometimes it’s good to fight (and lose) the good fight. I don’t think this was one of those good times. In the end, not only did Kucinich vote yes but he worked to change other nos to yeses.
As for DK, it is clearly a lefty site but often doing the best we can at the moment beats doing nothing at all and I think DK often takes that position. I really know nothing about Markos but I think he’s done a great job with the blog.
However, PJ, nothing can beat you when you write those morning rants. They often make my day.
The dog that was already living in the home I was born in to was named Buttons. Great dog. She wasn’t terribly pleased by my presence in the house as a new critter to compete with for attention, but she quickly cam around. When I started kindergarten (this being back in the days when one could allow one’s kids to walk to school), she would walk me to school, and come back in the afternoon to walk me home.
A couple of dogs later, we got another dog who was somewhat similar in appearance to Button, and who was christened Buttons #2. Another great, great dog, who accompanied me on many adventures in the woods around my house.
If there’s actually something somewhat approximating heaven, I’m sure both of them (and Heidi and Duffy), are there waiting for me. Though it might be a long wait since I’ll probably be going straight to hell.
Seems a shame that it’s the people that are consistent and have the courage of their convictions that need to get threatened. Especially in what I felt was a very petulant, condescending, and self-aggrandizing manner.
I’m sure if Kucinich had not caved and voted yes (which I honestly don’t think had much to do with Moulistsas, though I’m sure Markos probably fancies himself as Kennedy staring down Kucinich’s Khrushchev) and Daily Kos had worked to get a more conservative Democrat elected to Ohio’s 10th District (or forced a primary fight that left Kucinich’s campaign broke, paving the way for a Republican to get elected), then ideological purity would have been OK.
My oldest sister Peggy’s family eventually got some Boston terriers and one of those was named Buttons so I have a suspicion how we ended up with Buttons I in the first place. My middle niece eventually got into veteranairianism.
That Greek dog TyPhee still haunts me. She was pretty much taken care of by tourists passing through the little village on the south coast of Crete that we settled into for several months and we pretty much took her over. There was a weird dynamic happening in that place with two tavernas across the street from each other. Most of the tourists frequented one. I am pretty sure the dog was poisoned by the other which had some connection to what passed for local authority. I still remember the look on TyPhee’s poor face. We headed out shortly thereafter. We could have spent a much longer time there but the joy was gone.
🙁 :gate: :pup:
Never could understand how people could be so cruel to animals. One of many things I’ll never understand, I guess.
I saw Ashley Judd in Star Trek TNG a few days ago in an episode called The Game
Hard to believe that it was almost twenty years ago when that first aired.
Mittens (hey, I was only 6 yrs old)
Major (cocker spaniel- my dad must have named him)
Corky german short-haird pointer-My dad spent hundreds he didn’t have to get that dog to point pheasants and not butter-flys)
Marty(found him run over coming home from high-school)
Duster (named after my fovorite Gary Burton album)
Bowser (Best cat ever)
Duster moved away to the neighbors after I moved her and Bowser to Boulder.
Bowser was with me for 19 years. He kept me sane through a lot of early adult shit into my thirties. I’ve never felt such a loss. He’s buried up on Sugar Loaf.
Miles- as a puppy to bring me close to the step-kids in my first marriage- worked. Lived almost to the end of my first marriage
Sanibelle- beautiful little orange and white kitty my first wife gave me. We both were with her after our marriage was over to see her off after an untreatable illness.
Shep- great, great companion to my second family. Fiercely loyal and protective Austrailian shepard. The last.
Wonderful memories.
Just the two of us now.
:gate: to all four legged souls
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t8ECo-ETAe4
Adventures in Obsolescence
Remember “The Game” and have to watch it again. I probably encountered the Judds or at least Naomi when she was raising the girls in Marin years ago.
Thanks for the rundown, art.
One more time :pup: :billcat: :cat: 🙁 :gate:
Bowser (Best cat ever)
what a great name too
I don’t remember where the name came from. I just knew he was more than a cat. He was very loyal, more like a dog.
A little story about Bowser:
When I was playing jazz for a living I was living on Walnut street in Boulder right off Canyon Blvd which heads up to Nederland.
There was a grass knoll “island” between Walnut and Canyon. A few times he’d gotten out and gone over to the grass knoll (he wasn’t the second shooter on the grassy knoll :no: )
and he would watch the traffic go by.
I was coming home one night and he’d gotten out and there he was. I walked around behind him to place myself between him and Canyon so he wouldn’t run into traffic and shooed him back to the house. He bolted across the street towards the house just as a car was driving by on Walnut and ran right in front of the car.
I thought he was toast and was elated when I saw that he’d survived the encounter but I noticed that his tail had been run over. He didn’t seem to be in any pain but I was worried about him having a broken tail. All my roomates said I should have it amputated or that it would become infected but there didn’t seem to be any obvious injury except he couldn’t lift his tail and as I said wasn’t in any pain. I just felt like it was part of his body that he wouldn’t be himself without so I let him be.
That was in1974 and he lived another 10 years. His tail became part of his tale. When he was curled up on the pillow next to my head (where he slept every night) with all of himself wrapped into a circle you’d never know the difference.
Having gone to Columbia Palin-style (2 of the 4 years), I remember Bowzer as a member of Sha Na Na.