Occasional commentaries by over-the-hill-but-still-prolific politically-reactive, independent-thinking, sexagenarian poker-playing buds 'n buddettes ....
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4/17/2005
A Single, please -- hold the pickle ....
I want so badly to rant about what's happened to one of my favorite fast food stops: Wendy's. But I'll restrain myself and let someone else take up the rant, especially if anyone shares my love of a Single or a Frosty ...
The woman who found the finger <gag> in her chili has dropped her law suit because of emotional stress.
Emotional stress? HERS???? What about the owner of the finger? What about MY stress????
Today I tried (really tried) to return to Wendy's for a favorite sammich: a single, hold the pickle. No, if I wanted cheese I would have ordered a single with cheese. No, I don't want anything else. OK, gimme a small Frosty. But I just couldn't force myself to drive thru .... Just couldn't do it. Not yet, anyway.
So I went to KFC and ordered a #3 ... The guy misunderstood me. "NUMBER THREE!!!!" I yelled into the speaker. He apologized and so did I. I really wanted a Single, dang it. Hold the pickle. And the cheese, please.
If the woman actually planted that finger <God forbid> and/or maimed someone in anticipation of a settlement, she should be punished. I could suggest they chain her to the golden arches and force-feed her specials from every drive-thru within 50 miles. Hourly. With pickles. From 11 am until 1 am for the rest of her life.
But I won't.
Posted at 9:41 pm by Rhetoricia2
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3/27/2005
Goodness -- I've hardly blogged ya!
I've been "away" for a few months. Health issues place restraints on wannado's ....
When I collect my thoughts and regroup my humor, I'll blog a progression of health-related excursions.
Nothing earth shattering. Just a few everyday reality checks.
Posted at 10:26 pm by Rhetoricia2
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Thoughts while Genuflecting
Probably my favorite Episcopal holiday service is the Easter Sunrise Service.
Getting up at 5 am on purpose once a year is not an issue: you have time for a cup of coffee (Episcopalians are famous for appetizing morning munchies), bundle up in every-day clothes (and on daze like today -- carry an umbrella), take the dawg (if she's well behaved) and commemorate a morning in Awesome Wonder.
In retrospect, I've had the good fortune to commune this day in many settings ... from the inspiring mountains of Alaska, Japan, Australia and Wyoming; to the hectic valleys of California and Vietnam; to the deck of a gently rocking sailboat on Smith Mountain Lake; to my wonderful home-state mountains and foothills -- with family, friends and total strangers, joined in that brief service by a common spirit of awe and respect.
The uniqueness of the Episcopal Sunrise Service (compared with its other rituals) is that you don't have to balance two or three open books while holding an umbrella. Even when you drift to ponder the marvel of the world around you, you can easily re-join humanity in chant or song.
You were thinking Episcopalians are best known for coffee, genuflecting and camaraderie? Guess again.
They're also famous for their easy-to-follow-five-page Sunrise Service booklets in convenient rain-proof binders. Praise be for small wonders.
Humanity could use more of them.
Posted at 10:21 pm by Rhetoricia2
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1/30/2005
.... an Iraqi woman ... going to vote .... killed by a terrorist ... images from America that I'm old enough to remember without the aid of a history book ... I'm not sure the tears I shed for her yesterday will completely remove the anger and sorrow I feel about her death ....
I've been channel surfing since the voting began yesterday .... ever mindful of what it takes to stand up to terrorism and bravely walk toward the ballot box, exemplifying the courage to vote.
One compelling scene was that of a journalist who stood over the body of a young Iraqi woman, killed by a terrorist as she walked to vote.
What was her name? Did she wish her family farewell before she began that walk? Was she surrounded by friends? Was she afraid? Was she aware of her fate? How will she be remembered?
Yes, those simple questions and answers matter to me.
Rest in peace.
The courage to vote
Kathleen Parker
January 29, 2005
"No arsenal, or no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women." - Ronald Reagan
Like most Americans, I've never had to be brave to vote. I just show up at the polls, negotiate the ballot, grab an "I voted" sticker and drive home satisfied that the world will continue to turn on its axis in the usual way.
Piece of cake, democracy.
Then again, not really. As I was pondering the Jan. 30 elections in Iraq - and wondering whether I'd have the courage to vote under such circumstances - I was reminded that not so long ago one group of Americans had to be that brave.
It was just 40 years ago in the United States that many African-Americans were prevented from voting and some killed for trying, as were whites who tried to help them. It was only after numerous acts of violence and, yes, terrorism against blacks that the 1965 Voting Rights Act passed.
Imagine that.
In Iraq, terrorists and insurgents loyal to the former Baathist regime try to terrorize men and women who wish only to exercise their right to control their own destiny. In the South of the 1960s, terrorists loyal to segregation and Jim Crow hid behind white sheets while they burned crosses and terrorized blacks who wanted only to control their own destinies. They behead; we lynched.
Imagine that.
It's interesting that when suicide bombers blow up a building and kill innocents in Iraq, we know to call it terrorism. When bombers detonated their evil in a Birmingham, Ala., church, killing four little girls, that, too, was terrorism. It was also terrorism when members of the Ku Klux Klan kidnapped and murdered three voting-rights activists in Philadelphia, Miss.
There is at this historic juncture a certain poetic symmetry as events unfold. On the eve of free elections in Iraq, our own history is circling back on itself. Just a couple of weeks ago, former KKK leader Edgar Ray Killen, 80, the man accused of orchestrating the 1964 murders of civil-rights workers Michael Schwerner, Andrew Goodman and James Chaney, was indicted and faces trial March 28.
Forty years. Justice is not always swift, nor is the march to freedom easy. Democracy, as we seem to relearn each election season, is hard, messy work. So that witnessing the birth of democracy in Iraq, counting the painful contractions from afar, is both breathtaking and awesome.
I imagine that Iraqis walking to the polls Sunday - anticipating the possibility of violence, a car bomb or a stray bullet - must feel what American marchers, black and white, felt on March 7, 1965, as they started across the Edmund Pettus Bridge in Selma, Ala., toward the state capitol in Montgomery.
Like today's Iraqis, all they wanted was to vote. They, too, must have felt their stomachs knot, knowing that armed state troopers at any moment might rain violence on their unprotected heads. Which, of course, they did. Insurgents in Iraq; state-sanctioned terror in America. We have seen this before.
We've come a long way.
And so have Iraqis. In less than two years, they've been invaded, liberated, occupied and now face their first election with some 7,000 candidates and 111 political parties. Americans can follow the election through the a team of Iraqi bloggers, who will be reporting real-time from the ground, thanks to Jim Hake and his Spirit of America, a nonprofit, nonpolitical charity that donates money and resources to advance democracy.
Working with Friends of Democracy in Iraq, Hake has recruited some 15 Iraqis - including journalists, a naval officer, students and a psychiatrist - who will be blogging from different cities and provinces at the Friends of Democracy site (www.friendsofdemocracy.org). I, for one, will be riveted.
Whether or not one agrees with the war that brought Iraq to this point, no American can watch these proceedings without wonder and respect. We've been there. We've had our own revolutions and our own demons to pursue. More than anyone else on the planet, we should be cheering them on.
I don't know how those Iraqi men and women, some of whom reportedly have sworn a last will and testament in preparation to vote, will make the trek from their homes to the polls. Just as I don't know how those marchers in Selma made it across the bridge with their heads split and their shirts bloody.
But they did.
Here's hoping Iraqis will, too.
Posted at 4:34 pm by Rhetoricia2
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11/27/2004
The "L" Word Personified --
Michael Moore: the supersized man of ego, girth, babble-bash and speculative docu-dramas now wears his own "L" sign for his Loser, Lackluster image and nil contributions to the entertainment world. Moore heads entertainment's Frigid 50 list. Not surprising.
Self-promoted as the poster boy of the Democratic party (and cited as but one reason sKerry lost), he's become a legend in his own you-just-don't-get-it mind.
May his announced fahrenhype sequel be filmed in the deserts of Iraq.
May it take longer than the projected 3 years. Much longer. Decades longer.
May he be caught by huns -- without his Capital One card.
May he lose cell phone service so we can't hear him.
May he be rescued by an Iraqi Girl Scout troop.
May his camera lenses be scratched by grit and rendered inoperable.
May his film crew be kidnapped by a marauding band of Hollywood insurgents.
May he step in doo-doo in Qua Qua.
May he discover a cache of WMDs while scuffing his berks in the sand.
May he experience dysentery. Without toilet paper.
May he have to eat Beanie Weenie K-rations from a can. With his left hand.
May the fleas of a thousand camels nestle in his facial fur.
May his clip-on Foster Grant's melt in the sun.
May his genitals retract in the chill of the night to a position on top of his shoulders, to prove -- once and for all -- that he really is a dick head.
May sand gall his thighs and permeate all crevices of his body folds.
May he learn to speak jackal without a lisp. Brawwwwwwww harrrrrrwwwwwwww.
May he fantasize about Condi Rice.
May his only protection from the sun be a bright red baseball cap, emblazoned with "W 2004" in reflective letters .... (Now that's a bit too cruel. Forgive me. The lettering should be neon pink.)
Posted at 12:47 pm by Rhetoricia2
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11/21/2004
Yeah, I got angry. First I was disgusted. Then angry.
It was the image of a small frightened child being comforted by an older child in a supposedly safe venue in the stands above a basketball court that did it for me.
First of all, I don't even like men's pro basketball. Grown men with body tattoos, gold chains and god-that-had-to-hurt-looking body piercings running up and down a court in baggy shorts (playing noooo defense while) swishing a ball through a net for money. B.O.R.I.N.G. Except for maybe the last nano-second of the 7th game in a best-of-seven series with the score tied 200-200. (When I was in retail, we used to be leery of young men in baggy pants -- into which they could stuff merchandise when they thought no one was looking.)
Maybe those over-paid kazillion dollar boyz in baggy shorts who play-for-pay will have to forfeit some of those big bucks in damages while sitting out the season. Or maybe they can hit the pro wrestling circuit. (Forget it -- they wear tight pants in that league ....) Or take the rest of the season off (instead of a few games, as one bozo asked) to promote his music career. At least NOW we know why some brawlball players put their hands into those baggy shorts while standing at the free-throw line (i.e., as baseball players are known for "adjusting" themselves) .... These bozos are SEARCHING for their brains!
Fans (including lots of impressionable kids who probably look at some of those idiots as role models) PAY to sit in designated seats where they have the right to cheer, holler and taunt (not throw things at, btw) players who perform less than professionally. (Remember all those re-runs from the Christians vs Lions series and the original gladiator league? Even then, there were rules of engagement.)
Players don't, however, have the right to leave the court to enter the stands and attack fans. Under any circumstances. (I bet if we really really delved into word history, we'd find that the word "stadium" once meant, sta-di-heck-outta-um-stands.) That's why the court has lines around it. That's why the bench is also designated for players and team personnel ONLY. That's why locker rooms are closed to fans. Fans pay to see you play. Get it?
I hope the NBA commissioner has the guts to bounce a few balls himself. (I doubt it. But I still hope.) I'd hate to see modern-day Rome-dome fall.
Maybe someone will show the commish that image of those kids in the stands.
Posted at 1:34 pm by Rhetoricia2
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11/14/2004
My side-bar reading list includes several references which, while I may read them regularly, do not necessarily reflect my personal opinion(s). One such reference is The American Thinker.
The article reproduced below approximates some of the tenets I have held for most of my adult years ..... Rather than TRYING to write them now, all I have to do is keep this link close at hand.
Works for me.
An open letter to Europe
November 11th, 2004
Hi. Are you nuts?
Forgive me for being so blunt, but your reaction to our reelection of President Bush has been so outrageous that I’m wondering if you have quite literally lost your minds. One of Britain’s largest newspapers ran a headline asking “How Can 59 Million Americans Be So Dumb?”, and commentators in France all seemed to use the same word – bizarre -- to explain the election’s outcome to their readers. In Germany the editors of Die Tageszeitung responded to our vote by writing that “Bush belongs at a war tribunal – not in the White House.” And on a London radio talk show last week one Jeremy Hardy described our President and those of us who voted for him as “stupid, crazy, ignorant, bellicose Christian fundamentalists.”
Of course, you are entitled to whatever views about us that you care to hold. (And lucky for you we Americans aren’t like so many of the Muslims on your own continent; as the late Dutch film maker Theo van Gogh just discovered, make one nasty crack about them and you’re likely to get six bullets pumped into your head and a knife plunged into your chest.) But before you write us off as just a bunch of sweaty, hairy-chested, Bible-thumping morons who are more likely to break their fast by dipping a Krispy Kreme into a diet cola than a biscotti into an espresso – and who inexplicably have won more Nobel prizes than all other countries combined, host 25 or 30 of the world’s finest universities and five or six of the world’s best symphonies, produce wines that win prizes at your own tasting competitions, have built the world’s most vibrant economy, are the world’s only military superpower and, so to speak in our spare time, have landed on the moon and sent our robots to Mars – may I suggest you stop frothing at the mouth long enough to consider just what are these ideas we hold that you find so silly and repugnant?
We believe that church and state should be separate, but that religion should remain at the center of life. We are a Judeo-Christian culture, which means we consider those ten things on a tablet to be commandments, not suggestions. We believe that individuals are more important than groups, that families are more important than governments, that children should be raised by their parents rather than by the State, and that marriage should take place only between a man and a woman. We believe that rights must be balanced by responsibilities, that personal freedom is a privilege we must be careful not to abuse, and that the rule of law cannot be set aside when it becomes inconvenient. We believe in economic liberty, and in the right of purposeful and industrious entrepreneurs to run their businesses – and thus create jobs – with a minimum of government interference. We recognize that other people see things differently, and we are tolerant of their views. But we believe that our country is worth defending, and if anyone decides that killing us is an okay thing to do we will go after them with everything we’ve got.
If these beliefs seem strange to you, they shouldn’t. For these are precisely the beliefs that powered Western Europe – you -- from the Middle Ages into the Renaissance, on to the Enlightenment, and forward into the modern world. They are the beliefs that made Europe itself the glory of Western civilization and – not coincidentally – ignited the greatest outpouring of art, literature, music and scientific discovery the world has ever known including Michaelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Shakespeare, Bach, Issac Newton and Descartes.
Europe is Dying
It is your abandonment of these beliefs that has created the gap between Europe and the United States. You have ceased to be a Judeo-Christian culture, and have become instead a secular culture. And a secular culture quickly goes from being “un-religious” to anti-religious. Indeed, your hostility to the basic concepts of Judaism and Christianity has literally been written into your new European Union constitution, despite the Pope’s heroic efforts to the contrary.
Your rate of marriage is at an all-time low, and the number of abortions in Europe is at an all-time high. Indeed, your birth rates are so far below replacement levels that in 30 years or so there will be 70 million fewer Europeans alive than are alive today. Europe is literally dying. And of the children you do manage to produce, all too few will be raised in stable, two-parent households.
Your economy is stagnant because your government regulators make it just about impossible for your entrepreneurs to succeed – except by fleeing to the United States, where we welcome them and celebrate their success.
And your armed forces are a joke. With the notable exception of Great Britain, you no longer have the military strength to defend yourselves. Alas, you no longer have the will to defend yourselves.
What worries me even more than all this is your willful blindness. You refuse to see that it is you, not we Americans, who have abandoned Western Civilization. It’s worrisome because, to tell you the truth, we need each other. Western Civilization today is under siege, from radical Islam on the outside and from our own selfish hedonism within. It’s going to take all of our effort, our talent, our creativity and, above all, our will to pull through. So take a good, hard look at yourselves and see what your own future will be if you don’t change course. And please, stop sneering at America long enough to understand it. After all, Western Civilization was your gift to us, and you ought to be proud of what we Americans have made of it.
Posted at 6:27 pm by Rhetoricia2
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Could be. And I wouldn't be surprised. Or disappointed, to be honest.
Seems as if "someone" has been monitoring mysterious unmarked planes from an alleged US "company" that transports "unidentified" individuals to countries (South American, Egypt, Syria, Uzbekistan, etc.) that condone the torture of prisoners.
Oh no. ::::deer in the headlights stare::::
If this IS true (there's that word again ...), are these countries also listed in the coalition of nations involved with the US in Iraq and Afghanistan?
Probably not.
Just as among "other" countries that currently train Iraqi army and police, their identity is protected (for good cause) as silent coalition-combatants in the war against terror.
Can you spell INTEL? Homeland Security? Global Terrorism?
-- And don't spew that "buy-the-world-a-coke" baloney about our military's "inhumane" treatment of detainees at Gitmo. Compare Gitmo detainees' status with that of hostages who've been "detained" by the Taliban and Al Queda ....
If you want the Gitmo detainees released so badly, start a neighborhood Adopt-A-Terrorist program.
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11/13/2004
My Daughter, the Liberal --
(subtitled) "Sharper than a serpent's toof...."
My daughter (obviously brain-washed a few months ago after being invited to a private screening [la-de-dah] of Michael Moore's Fahrenhype-tripe, retrograded from being an independent-thinking realist to a far-left, tunnel-visioned A.B.B. [anybody but bush] liberal-cajoling dimocrat) is still the apple of my eye. In all things a-political, that is.
In an extended online debate, we FINALLY agreed (other than about her tunnel-visioned ABB gag-a-goat mentality -- and I know where she got THAT gene ....) that ONE core difference (at least in that discussion) concerned the application of Geneva Conventions to captured terrorists.
"... but Mommmmmm," she whined, "You and Dad were both in Nam. Didn't we learn anything there about the treatment of prisoners?"
"Yes, child-of-your-father. We learned many things in Nam.... But if you want to discuss the treatment of prisoners, talk with your [POW] Uncle ______. Ask him if he was afforded any provisions of the Geneva Conventions. But back to your point .... uhhh -- what was it again?"
"I just think that we should honor the Geneva Conventions or release the prisoners."
"You are assuming that either the Viet Cong or today's terrorists signed or agreed to these Conventions?"
"They have to sign? Hummmmmm.... what about a mutual military code of conduct?"
"Did either the Viet Cong or do today's terrorists HAVE a "military" code of conduct?"
"Never thought about it." <long pause> "Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Will things change?"
"Not until terrorists agree to mutual conventions on the treatment of prisoners, if that's what you mean."
"So until then, terrorists continue to torture and behead while we follow our own codes of conduct?"
Yes. Unless you want us to treat captured terrorists as ideological pawns, run them through torture chambers, blindfold and subsequently behead or execute them."
"I don't want that, Mom."
"Nor do I, daughter-of-mine."
Geneva Convention: noun
One of a series of agreements concerning the treatment of prisoners of war and of the sick, wounded and dead in battle first made at Geneva, Switzerland in 1864 and subsequently accepted in later revisions by most nations.
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11/11/2004
Hillary Antidote: Dick Morris --
For starters, that is .... Dick Morris' two books on the Clinton's ( Re-Writing History and Because He Could) should be required reading for every voter. Morris is smart, determined and has the scoop on the antics of a woman desperate to crash an Oval Office her husband (wisely) locked her out of.
Relying on Morris' knowledge (we forgive him for orchestrating Clinton's reelection) and the tenacity of bloggers are two web sites (with more to come...) to monitor this female Deaniac's stalking of the 2008 Dimocrat nomination:
Add them to your favs list. Add a link. Tighten your seatbelt and visit often. The HillaryWatch has begun .... She will, of course, run for and (most likely) retain her Senate seat in 2006. Then the fun will begin ...... Hillary, Edwards, sKerry, et al -- Stay tuned!

Posted at 7:12 pm by Rhetoricia2
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