Is Palin Failin'?

At the risk of being burned at the stake or fed to the dogs, I need to voice my opinion about this Sarah Palin business. I've tried to remain calm and open minded as I do think she brings some new energy to the McCain campaign and has some valuable experience. However...

You've probably noticed, anyone would, that Sarah Palin has granted few interviews. Some say the McCain camp is sequestering her. I wonder why. Are they afraid she can't step up and respond on the spot? Whatever the reason, her absence and the little we truly know about her abilities is astonishing since she could be holding the second most powerful position in the world in a few months. And if John McCain, god forbid, kicks the bucket, Gov'ner Palin would step into The. First. Spot.

The problem is that McCain isn't particularly healthy, has outlived the entire male lineage of his family already, has cancer, and suffered 5 years of torture. And he wants to have the most stressful job in the world. This is a woman who isn't just a "heartbeat away from the presidency", but she will LIKELY need to assume executive power at some point during his term.

This isn't to take anything away from her experience in Alaska where she has apparently been a popular and successful governor. It's just to say that she is in a completely different league now and needs to play with the big boys and girls.

I would expect any candidate running for this office to step up. Remember, we knew nothing about this woman until August 29, that's about thirty days ago. We deserve more so we can make informed decisions about who to vote for. I'm not talking about ganging up on her and I'm certainly not talking about sexism, momism or any of the other bullshit flying around. I'm talking about electing someone at a time in history when we are so messed up as a country that it's do or die.

People like Palin because she is "just like them." Personally, I don't want someone "just like me" to become VP or eventually president. I want someone smarter, better educated, and capable of handling ALL the stresses that the job entails.

Whether you are a Democrat or Republican, you have to agree that we need to know more about how and if this woman can provide impromptu responses and if her knowledge of world affairs, the economy, etc etc is widespread and solid enough to take the number two and possible the number one spot.

In her third interview this week, Governor Palin spoke to Katie Couric. Granted, this is only a speck of the interview, it gives the general gist. I ask you to think critically if she can rule the world:





If you are a real Palin fan, and I know there are many out there, respond and tell me why she floats your boat. I am truly curious.

Is There Something Missing?

http://www.wlky.com/video/17550378/index.html

Check out this video. Penis amputation. Involuntary.

Can you imagine this guy going in for your basic circumcision (at the age of 61 -WTF - I guess it was related to a medical condition like foreskinitis) and coming out dickless? Little did he know that he needed to tell the doc prior to the surgery, "No matter what you do, do not take off my penis." And then there's the issue of the doctor, himself.

Doctor: Nurse, please hand me a bigger cutting tool. I'm going to have to remove the penis.

Nurse: But doctor, I don't think this patient consented to penis removal. Only foreskin.

Doctor: Don't fuck with me, nurse. I see cancer on the penis. I'm lobbing it off. This is my one and only chance. You know if I wake up the bastard and ask for his consent, he'll never agree. It's now or never.

I'm thinking, w/out a biopsy, how do you know there's cancer on the penis? Is this doctor so good that he can actually detect cancer with the naked eye on a naked penis? This isn't like doing surgery, finding cancer on a tonsil and taking it off. This is a penis, for god's sake! A love tool! A carrier of seeds to make a baby! A wrinkly white worm in this case of this gentleman! Really, my heart goes out to him. If I ever join an African tribe and opt for a labiaplasty, I will absolutely remember to specify "leave the clitoris."

Seven Years Ago

Nine-eleven.

It's hard to not wake up today and vividly remember what you were doing on this morning seven years ago. I still get chills thinking about it. I saw a brief clip on the news last night of the towers on fire, about to fall. I am still in disbelief that this. really. happened.

Sam was three years old, Emma was five months. Ken had left for work. It was the one morning when I did not have the news on because we were buying a new dresser and had the TV on the floor, unplugged. I was getting Sam ready for preschool, nursing Emma. Ken called and told me to turn on the TV. Watching the horrific events unfold, I remember wanting desperately to reconnect with everyone I loved. My mom and dad had not yet moved to Colorado and while I always missed them, I especially missed them this day. They were in France at the time, and I had no way of contacting them. I was sick for the families who lost someone and for the fear the victims must have felt in those last moments. It is incomprehensible. I just kept thinking: all of these people got up today and got ready for work and didn't expect to die.

In the days and weeks that followed, I wondered if life would ever be the same, if we would ever feel completely safe. I remember embracing life in a different way - the pesky and mundane problems took a back seat. Morbid as it is - I thought, "today is the day I could die." Only in this thought could I take hold of what was truly important in its most raw form.

We all watched endless coverage of what happened. Of all I saw, this video was the thing that touched me the most that day. I remember sitting with Sam, watching this and just sobbing. I am glad I could find it and share it with you. The song is "Fallen Embers" by Enya.


Time has a way of softening the tragedy, of lessening the blow. I want to always remember in full force what took place. I hope you do too.

Dirty Old Lady

This picture was in our paper several years ago when Bush was running for president. Check out the little old lady and her sign. It caught my eye for obvious reasons, and I saved it.

Show Them to Me

I've never understood the male fascination with women's boobs. Men love them. Live for them. Want to see, fondle, taste, smell them. They even like to put things attached to their bodies between them and do a lot of rubbing. Silver dollar areolas, eraser nipples, it's all good. And the bigger the better.

BTW, it doesn't matter if the boobs are fake. Men can just as easily fall in love with and be made horny by the sac of silicon or saline under the skin as they can by the actual and real fat deposits that make up a woman's breasts. In fact, I think some men prefer the fake boobs because they are so perfectly round and perky. Those men of the desperate variety might even get turned on by watching the "Biggest Loser" when those overweight guys take off their shirts for the weigh-in and they have man-tits hanging down to their sagging stomachs.

Me, I have always been a member of the IBTC. I even had the shirt when I was in middle school. No one cared about my little breasts or even gave them a second look unless it was to make fun of me. It didn't really bother me. After all, I could run without getting banged in the eye by my boobs and I didn't have to wear a bra until I was sixteen. I probably could have waited until eighteen. So it's funny that my breasts would have caused such a stir on a boat in the Chesapeake Bay in 1985.

You see, it was July 4th. My boyfriend at the time, Michael, had invited me to go out on his family's boat. Michael and I had only been dating since May, so my interaction with his family was minimal. So here we are on the boat with Michael and ten of his relatives. It is ghastly hot. Michael asks if I want to be pulled behind the boat by a rope. Sure, why not. So we both jump in and do that little lover thing you do where you wrap your legs around one another in the water. We're holding onto the rope, feeling the cool water on our bodies. We are in love. This is great. Suddenly Michael's uncle yells over the boat - "Get out! There are millions of jellyfish surrounding you!" So Michael, being the stud and man he is, ditches me and climbs on the boat. I am gasping, struggling to get out of the water. I am being stung again and again. All I care about is getting the hell onto the boat. Michael being the stud and man he is, is already on the boat, just observing my struggle. I finally manage to pull myself up on the boat. My body is pulsing with the stings of many jellyfish. I am trying to catch my breath. I am standing there breathing loudly and checking out my stings when I notice it is very quiet. I look up. All ten relatives are silent - staring at me. I have lost my bikini top in the bay. I am naked from the waist up. Michael, being the stud and man he is, stands there chuckling. So even members of the IBTC get attention sometimes.

On the subject, Bev sent me this priceless video today. I laughed out loud.

It's a Testicle, It's a Plane

Get your mind out of the gutter: