Monthly Archives: September 2008

Panic mode: Palin can’t even tell us what news she reads

Panic: a sudden overpowering terror, often affecting many people at once.

We thought Katie Couric’s interview with Sarah Palin about the proximity of Russia was scary. Try this part of the interview on for size.  The woman can’t even name a single newspaper or magazine that she reads! This should bring us all to a state of panic. What if McCain/Palin are elected?? What if he dies????

Here’s part of the transcript, but you should watch the whole thing.

COURIC: And when it comes to establishing your world view, I was curious, what newspapers and magazines did you regularly read before you were tapped for this — to stay informed and to understand the world?PALIN: I’ve read most of them again with a great appreciation for the press, for the media —

COURIC: But what ones specifically? I’m curious.

PALIN: Um, all of them, any of them that have been in front of me over all these years.

COURIC: Can you name any of them?

PALIN: I have a vast variety of sources where we get our news.

She could at least have answered the Anchorage Daily News and Newsweek…

OK. maybe the Wasilla Gazette and the church newsletter.

Putting down a pet: Fritz 1991-2008 RIP

“Put down”: a euphemism for euthanize, “mercy” kill.

Pet: an animal kept for amusement or companionship; one who’s especially loved or cherished.

Fritz, our elegant tuxedo cat, came to us from a local organization of cat lovers who foster feral animals until homes are found for them.  He was six weeks old, beautiful and skittish.

At the time, our youngest son, Wylie, was 9 and effectively an only child because his brother and sister were off at college.  He was the one who domesticated Fritz, and for a long time was the only one Fritz would allow to pick him up.

Wylie not only could pick him up, but as the cat reached full size he wore him draped around his neck like a mink, used him as a fifteen pound free-weight for overhead lifts, and spun him on the oak floor like in spin-the-bottle. Fritz loved it.

Here he is last winter on Wylie’s head. Can’t find any mink pix right now.

He had some quirks. He drank by scooping the water out of his dish and licking it from his paw. I quickly learned I couldn’t leave fresh flowers arranged in a low bowl because he’d knock the flowers out as he pawed out the water. And of course he left splattered water everywhere. He also scooped his food out of his bowl onto the floor. You could say he was something of a slob.

When we lived out in the country Fritz exercised his hunting skills on a daily basis. As B. Kliban wrote:

Love to eat them mousies,
Mousies what I love to eat.
Bite they little heads off.
Nibble on they tiny feet.”

But he was a picky hunter. When he caught a vole, instead of eating it, he would deliver it to us intact (dead).  One afternoon he must have found a whole vole family because he brought us three of them. Wylie, in an act of macabre whimsy, arranged them on his dad’s computer – one peering over the top of the monitor, one looking up at it, and one on the keyboard – with a sign: “Fritz’s Action Figures.”

When Wylie went off to college, my ex and I separated, I bought a house closer to town and brought Fritz with me.  Gradually we became good friends – at least at night. During the day he pretended he didn’t know me, unless he was hungry, wanted to go out, or felt like talking.  He was an excellent conversationalist, with a full vocabulary of different sounds, which we traded back and forth. When you live alone, it’s much more seemly to talk to a cat than to yourself (though I confess to doing both).

At night though, he transformed into Loverboy. His favorite place to sleep was on my face or curled up in the crook of my neck. Sweet as this was, it usually triggered my asthma so I’d have to move him over to his side of the bed.

My doctor always rolled his eyes when I told him I was still wheezy. “Are you going to shut your bedroom door so the cat can’t come in?” he’d ask. He knew it was a silly question – you don’t kick a family member out of your bed!

Ten days ago, Wylie moved back home to regroup financially after an expensive three years trying to break into the film industry in LA.  Fritz was so happy to have him back. But he clearly was slowing down. In fact a couple of days ago he stopped eating and his conversations were more like complaints. He didn’t want to walk more than a few feet. When Wylie put him in the cat carrier (normally a two-person job) to take him to the emergency vet he just lay there.

A 17-year-old cat is a very old cat. The vet said he was cold and so dehydrated it would take a couple of days in hospital on IV fluids and heat just to bring him up to normal – and then we’d still have to deal with whatever was wrong. $1500 for starters.

We conferred and decided that it was time to say goodby to Fritz.  We were ushered into the “Comfort Room” – complete with chintz sofa, flowers, soothing black and white photos of misty landscapes on the wall.  Fritz snuggled between us on the sofa, unfazed, unpurring, seemingly peaceful with whatever lay ahead while Wylie and I wept and stroked him.

A few minutes later, the doctor came in and gave him the injection – and Fritz left.

Even though it was midnight by the time we got home, we buried him in the yard by his favorite sunning spot.

Dear sweet Fritz.  Rest in peace.

Post Turtle Palin

I’ve known the post turtle story for some years now, but this re-telling has finally found the right subject turtle:

While suturing a cut on the hand of a 75 year old rancher, who’s hand was caught in the gate while working cattle, the doctor struck up a conversation with the old man. Eventually the topic got around to Palin and her bid.

The old rancher said, “Well, ya know, Palin is a ‘Post Turtle'”.

Not being familiar with the term, the doctor asked him what a ‘post turtle’ was.

The old rancher said, “When you’re driving down a country road you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that’s a ‘post turtle”.

The old rancher saw the puzzled look on the doctor’s face so he continued to explain. “You know she didn’t get up there by herself, she doesn’t belong up there, and she doesn’t know what to do while she’s up there, and you just wonder what kind of dummy put her up there to begin with”.

As the friend who sent this to me said, I still have a hard time feeling sorry for her as Judith Warner does (she characterizes the nomination as an act of cruelty to Palin) but Palin accepted gladly… she is no dummy – she should know what running for VP entails – so I only feel sorry for her blind ambition.

Sharp-eyed reader Jane brought this website, P is for President Palin, to my attention. Someone else is into the alphabet, I see.  They include words all the way through the alphabet if P is not enough for you.

Paul Newman passes on: another fine Unitarian

Paul Newman lived in my home town of Westport, Connecticut. I’m told he was a member of the Unitarian church I grew up in, though I left the east coast so long ago I never encountered him there.   But I do remember going to see a play at the high school about 20 years ago when I was home visiting my parents. I was in the lobby during intermission and turned around to find myself eyeball to very blue eyeball with the man himself.  Whoa!

Newman and his wife, Joanne Woodward, were huge supporters of the drama department at Staples High School – my alma mater – they were among the wealthy Westporters who donated a buttload of money to help create a dynamite theatre department at the school.

The new high school theater is AMAZING. My class got a tour of it when we were back for a reunion in August.   A professional-grade theater plus a black-box theatre. At a public high school!

Westport loved Paul Newman. Many charitable organizations loved Paul Newman. The Democratic party loved Paul Newman. His wife, Joanne Woodward, certainly did – they were married for a long long time. My sympathy goes out to his wife and his kids.

P.U! Peeeuww! McCain’s petulant debate ploy stinks

P.U.! : the interjection P.U. indicates disgust, especially at something stinky, smelly. It spells out an old interjection that exists in a number of different spellings.

Petulant: irritable, peevish.

Ploy: n. a stratagem or artifice, as in a conversation or game, to obtain an advantage over one’s opponent.

OK so NOW that Mr. McCain went to Washington and got things all stirred up in the bailout negotiations, and threatened to take his marbles home without debating if things didn’t get handled by HIS deadline, and got lots of press for these ploys….  NOW he says “OK I’ll debate”

And we’re supposed to be oh so grateful.

He is just a big baby.

And then I see THIS ten hours BEFORE The debate happens from the Washington Post:

Barack Obama might as well go back to his suspiciously unsuspended campaign, because John McCain has already won tonight’s debate.

“McCain Wins Debate!” declares the ad which features a headshot of a smiling McCain with an American flag background. Another ad spotted by our eagle-eyed observer featured a quote from McCain campaign manager Rick Davis declaring: “McCain won the debate– hands down.”

And now we know how McCain intends to deal with the nation’s economic crisis — they’ve invented time travel.

Having come up with technology so advanced McCain can win the debate before he even announced whether he’d show up for the debate, the Republican team is ready to go on to their brilliant plan to save the nation from its current fiscal crisis.

From POW to Poltroon: cut-and-run McCain

Poltroon: n. a base coward

POW: Prisoner of war; John McCain’s favorite personal selling point, after “maverick”

“Cut and Run McCain”. Can you believe McCain’s latest Hail Mary BULLSHIT pass?  He won’t debate Obama tomorrow night if the bailout plan isn’t in place.

What’s more, the campaign says, Sarah Palin won’t debate Oct. 2 either, if it’s not passed by then. (And what, pray tell, does Palin have to do with this bill??)

What is this? Extortion? Spoiled bratism? Taking his marbles and going home? Grandiose sense of his own importance? Or sheer panic at his lack of preparation for the debates. Not to mention Palin’s… witness her abysmal performance with Katie Couric.

When McCain is helping to spend 700 billion of our TAXPAYER dollars, a prudent person with the citizens’ needs in mind would want careful deliberation. To make his debate appearance contingent on a bailout agreement (in 36 hours!) doesn’t say to me “Country First”; it says MY CAMPAIGN FIRST.

The move is narcissistic to the max. Clearly he’s desperate to derail the campaign.  “Who gives a flying f___ if the bailout plan is a good one… I’ve got my multi-millionheiress Sugar Mama, 13 cars, 8 homes and 1 jet!

This is not the first time McCain has cut and run, either. He did the same thing in 2000 when he backed out of a debate with GW Bush in California, where his poll numbers were in the tank.

Does this man have any respect for keeping his agreements? Not just with the American public who want to see these two candidates talk about the crucial issues of the day. I daresay can’t WAIT for this event.  Plus the University of Mississippi has been working on and planning for this debate for a year, and I’m sure they’re not the only ones who’ll be negatively affected if this doesn’t happen as planned.

From Popular to Pitiable: Palin’s pathetic Couric interview

Popular: widely liked or appreciated.

Pitiable: arousing or deserving of compassion, lamentable.

Pathetic: pertaining to, expressing or arousing pity; distressing and inadequate.

Palin’s ratings are plummeting as the public gets to see more of her. Well, we’re not seeing a lot more, since she’s only granted interviews to Charlie Gibson and now Katie Couric (four weeks since her nomination announcement!).

What I’ve seen of the Couric interview(s?) is a disaster. Palin is inarticulate, weasely, and seems incapable of actually answering a question.  My personal response to her vacillates from horror, to amusement, to disbelief, to WTF?, and now even to pity.

WHAT was the McCain campaign thinking (drinking?) when they chose her for VP?  Were they so cynical about the smarts of the American people to think we wouldn’t notice her critical failings?  Did the Republicans just make her a pawn in their political game? If this is the case, I feel sorry for her.

However, Palin has had presidential aspirations since she was elected mayor of Wasilla (wish I could find that cite), so to be offered a crack at the VP slot by an old duffer (with a 30% chance of dying in office) played right into her ambitions. Even so,  if she had even an ounce of self-knowledge, she would have recognized that she was not yet ready and said, “Thanks but no thanks…. ask me again in four years after I’ve done a lot more traveling, reading, governing, learning, thinking.”

But she jumped at the chance, “Didn’t even blink!”  Sarah the Unready.  So I say, “Honey, you chose this bed. Now sleep in it.

Here are a couple of transcript tidbits from the Couric interview. Tell me if you understood what she was saying:

Proximity to Alaska:

COURIC: You’ve cited Alaska’s proximity to Russia as part of your foreign policy experience. What did you mean by that?

PALIN: That Alaska has a very narrow maritime border between a foreign country, Russia, and on our other side, the land– boundary that we have with– Canada. It– it’s funny that a comment like that was– kind of made to– cari– I don’t know, you know? Reporters–

COURIC: Mock?

PALIN: Yeah, mocked, I guess that’s the word, yeah.

COURIC: Explain to me why that enhances your foreign policy credentials.

PALIN: Well, it certainly does because our– our next door neighbors are foreign countries. They’re in the state that I am the executive of. And there in Russia–

COURIC: Have you ever been involved with any negotiations, for example, with the Russians?

PALIN: We have trade missions back and forth. We– we do– it’s very important when you consider even national security issues with Russia as Putin rears his head and comes into the air space of the United States of America, where– where do they go? It’s Alaska. It’s just right over the border. It is– from Alaska that we send those out to make sure that an eye is being kept on this very powerful nation, Russia, because they are right there. They are right next to– to our state.

Bailout and Health Care

COURIC: Why isn’t it better, Governor Palin, to spend $700 billion helping middle-class families struggling with health care, housing, gas and groceries? … Instead of helping these big financial institutions that played a role in creating this mess?

PALIN: Ultimately, what the bailout does is help those who are concerned about the health care reform that is needed to help shore up the economy– Oh, it’s got to be about job creation too. So health care reform and reducing taxes and reining in spending has got to accompany tax reductions.