Monthly Archives: May 2008
After 10 hours and lots of backroom ass-kissing, the DNC Rule’s committee has seated all of FL and MI’s delegates but with only half a vote each.
The Super D’s were not addressed separately, therefore it’s not clear to me how MSNBC arrived at the new magic number.
Harold Ickes Jr. is a Hillary delegate and the MI state chair, and he wasn’t happy with the outcome, saying Hillary is reserving the right to take this to the Convention’s credential committee.
Christ there were some loud Hillary-ites there in the gallery. Like her, they don’t see the writing on the wall I guess..
Another news story for today…Obama has resigned his membership in the Trinity Church after the lastest round of bullshittery there.
I nevah write about moi here. Nevah evah! But recently, if you scroll down a post or two you will see where I did veer from the norm on this here Bloggy thing.
I will now do this again.
I have blogged on a personal level every now and then over on my sports/bullshit blog in the past. Here and here are memorable posts from that blog and they tell you about moi and my mindset if you care to know. That blog has all of three readers and none of them are regular by any stretch of the imagination. That is quite fine with me, I don’t really like to draw attention to myself…unless I am drunk of course. Plus I do not blog with any regularity over there. But I digress…
As a native and current resident of Cali, supposed land of the fruits and nuts, I can and most certainly do avail myself of the law known as Prop 215. I actually shop in a dispensary for my medication needs and they run the gamut from a posh, Weeds-type setting with all the comfy accouterments to the seedy bookie-like joints that are unclean, dark and with the armed guard at the front door…scary as fuck.
Most mornings I like to self-medicate after I take care of the few chores that require an alert Dusty to perform them. Like giving Nicky her morning insulin injection. Nick is our fat, old, white poodle that the ball and chain has owned for 13 plus years. He too is fat, white and old. But I don’t hold it against him as he is a wonderful man that loves me and provides for me as no other human ever has.
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Washington – Beverly Fanning is among the campaign donors who’ll be joining President Bush at a gala at Washington’s Ford’s Theater Sunday night, but she says that won’t dissuade her from her current passion: volunteering for Barack Obama’s presidential campaign.
Now, I knew I wasn’t dreaming because I have had two cups of Espresso and my insect bites are driving me nuts…so I had to click on that linky in my TO newsletter. Yep, sure as shit it lists some of the folks that gave to the Bush campaign as now contributing to Obama’s campaign..this info is available online of course if you know where to look and want to pour over pages and pages of FEC(Federal Election files. They list some of them:
Among them are Julie Nixon Eisenhower, the granddaughter of the late GOP president Dwight Eisenhower; Connie Ballmer, the wife of Microsoft Chief Executive Officer Steve Ballmer; Ritchie Scaife, the estranged wife of conservative tycoon Richard Mellon Scaife and boxing promoter Don King.
Well, that isn’t a list of who’s who in the Rethuglican party but it is interesting none the less. Also noted in the piece is that the folks they talked to, who are moderate Republicans, are giving to OBAMA. Its a good read, and not real long..check it out…interesting as hell my dear readers .
Looks a little like an inquisition to me, except for the audience seated there are clapping and screaming like its a sports contest.
I will report on the outcome later..need more coffee.
Ok, its later…HuffPo is reporting a backroom deal was already reached for the FL delegates last night..all will be seated but each only has half a vote. No word on their Super’s however.
So, its all a show that I am watching now…fuck that is bullshit..I hate backroom deals…reminds me of the Rethugs ya know..
Once again I am dogsitting at the mansion in the wine country of Temecula, replete with pool and jacuzzi and a shitload of vino. I left the house in Bakers-friggin-field at sunrise..six fucking am to be precise. The drive was uneventful save the asshole in the Toyota that wanted to play fuck-around a bit on the Grapevine. The Grapevine for those unfamiliar with it is the 4k foot mountain range that lies between the San Joaquin valley(me) and Hell-A (LA). I usually do around 85-90 mph there..I know it like the back of my liver-spotted hand and at that hour,the traffic is light save a few truckers. Any who, this jackass wanted to strut his stuff and evidently thought running me off the road was a grand game. I, driving a shitbox 6-cylinder 98 Taurus thought..ok pal, bring it. He did and I responded in kind. I am not the person you want to entice into a game of Chicken.I will never give in first..evah my dear reader. Since he didn’t seem to grasp the seriousness of the issue, I finally took my foot off the gas pedal and wished him a fond farewell…or so I thought.
He started to block me in…never allowing me to pass him, and if I slowed down..so did he, always just a car bumper in front of me. This got old very fast as my patience scale is quite low…non-existent in fact. When we reached a downward pitching spot I jerked out into the next lane and gunned it. He of course did too, which might of been what the asshole wanted all along…a little freeway racing. When we hit 100, I sad fuck it…afterall, my threshold is 90..no ifs ands or butts.
Suddenly a black and white blur whooshed by me on the outside lane. Lo and behold, Johnny Law was hot on the ass of the…well, ass. I watched with glee as the jackass was pulled over, I honked and waved as I drove by him and the officer:) The song on the MP3 player was Little Feat’s Dixie Chicken I believe.
So, I have arrived at the homestead unscathed. I unpack, set up ye old laptop and begin to hit the blogs…eager to check on my newfound friends Randal Graves, Tengrain, Politits, Cunning Runt FranIam Phydeaux and the uniquely talented Utah Savage. I have seen them in the circle I have been inhabitating lately and it was fun to leave a comment and see if they responded and recognized the moniker I am sure they had also noticed around the blogosphere lately.
They all did, and I was embarrassed actually because I am a little timid at first when I meet people, and then when I feel comfortable I let the fur fly so to speak..cussing like a sailor, making snarky and sometimes inappropriate comments, railing like a mental patient off her meds…the usual hellfire Dusty bullshit.
Politits came by and left me a beautiful comment on her blog that made me feel right at home and welcome as part of the Blogger family. Tengrain did as well, a fellow Cali resident, I was quite thrilled when he stopped by here as many of the bloggers named above. But the one that slapped me upside the head was the inimitable Utah Savage. Ms. Savage, I heart you, you are a woman after my own heart. You smoke (both things) cuss occasionally, straight talk it and most importantly of all your an old broad like me that has been married numerous times and not embarrassed to mention it and you live life to the fullest as physically possible at the moment.
Ms. Savage is a literary person too. She writes short stories, poetry and novels. She has wonderful command of the english language while still remaining close to the ground. I think I love her, no…I know I do. Her posts are long and full of imagery…both of the mind and a few graphics tossed in. I write all those things too….but no one has ever read them…I have them password protected on my laptop…I am weird like that. But I digress..
And she loves Keith Olbermann. This of course bonds us immediately, that and we both as old broads, smoke pot. So, we had a little give and take in her comments section. She then put up a post with MY name in the title…I felt like I had arrived now with the clique…sort of anyway.
It remains to be seen whether these new folks will stop by regularly. But it really doesn’t matter because I have you, my six regular readers, which includes the lovely and talented DCap in NYC…so I can live with a small but wonderful audience like you folks.. as long as I have a bottle of chardonnay and a bowl of pot nearby.
But to end the Olbermann talk..he IS mine Utah, make no mistake about that chica… I will make him my 5th…or is it 6th husband…hell…don’t matter..the man knows talent when he sees it..and he told me I rock and gazed lovingly into my eyes…I swear he did. 😉