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Tom Coburn is a Big Fat Jerk


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Saturday, February 12, 2005

Scary stuff

This is the scariest thing I've ever seen.

Friday, February 11, 2005

Time out ...

I'll be back in a day or so.

I have chores to do, taxes to fiddle with and bunnies to scare away ... not to mention, grading.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Public Enemy No. One

Above is a photo I found on the internet of a bunny. Cute, you say. Darling! you cry. How sweet!


The bunny out back has eaten all forty of my echinacea plants. Some of which were two-three years old. And giant. And thriving.

I suspected as much a few days ago. But it was only when I began digging under all the straw mulch I'd buried them in for winter that I discovered --- the bunny has eaten them. All forty of them.

The bunny is in deep doodoo because I am now on the hunt for anti-bunny defense materials.

It's now me vs. the bunny.

Sign the petition

Via Seeing The Forest --- please sign the petition for a Special Prosecutor for HotMilitaryStud, er I mean I'm-In-My-Undies-WHEEEEE! Boy, er I mean, Jim Guckert --- or is that Jeff Gannon?

Just sign it.

The American Conservative on Fascism

You know, it's not just us bloggers or longtime liberals --- now The American Conservative is speaking out.

Due to copyright restrictions, I can't post any of the article here, unless I'm willing to pay. There's a good discussion of it over at Kos, however --- and the article. :=D

Update --- there's also an excellent post about it over at MyDD, AKA the site I rather obstinately call Due Diligence.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Muharram at Sister Scorpion

Start here.

It's a good day to be a blogger

It's been going on for a few weeks now --- a former newspaper editor turned stay at home mom turned investigative journalist at Kos. If you've been following SusanG's diaries about GannonGate and the Valerie Plame leak, you already know what I'm talking about.

She and her fellow Kosmopolitans are the ones who broke the story that the Bushinista's pet reporter --- to whom they've been leaking various CIA and other documents --- appears to be a former male prostitute, definitely a hustler and worse.

It's worth your time to go back and read all of her work, much of which wasn't exposed til today.

Because she's been busy talking to the center of the storm --- Ambassador Joe Wilson himself. And here is what he himself has to say about the state of our once great nation:

Thank you all for your positive comments, particularly those directed at Valerie, truly innocent in all of this.  

The issues under discussion are grave ones.  They go to the heart of what we are as a people.

I applaud you all for your efforts to wage war against the incipient fascism that is enveloping our politics.  It is not un American to hold our government to account.  

It is a constitutionally guaranteed responsibility.  The mainstream press has failed us as have our Congressional leaders with some notable exceptions.  That leaves it to us as citizens to fight for our democracy.  

I am neither liberal nor conservative in this fight, I am American, and this is an American fight.  

Bloggers, we're not alone in this. We're not the only ones seeing fascism taking over. Not only have I been smiling to beat the band over the fabulous work that's been done at outing the first of many crooked so-called journalists, reading Wilson's words gave me more hope for our situation than anything else for a very long time.

We can win this battle.


When I was younger, I could hold a grudge with the best of them. I never forgot. Never.

And I still never forget. But I've come to realize my own judgment is far from infallible, besides which who am I? So I may never forget, but I've moved from a point of complete certainty to one of fool me once, shame on you ...

These days, I'm simply more careful about who I trust. Although in general, I do really pretty much like most everyone. Well, okay, a lot of people. I just don't show too many of them the refrigerator. And nobody gets money.

And things have never meant a lot to me. Oh sure, I love my place and I have certain "things" which I really, really, really like. But for the most part, things come and things go and I've never been one to keep count. I have more important things to worry about.

Although sometimes I wish I did. Sometimes I've wished I was one of those people who have a complete apoplectic fit because the coffee cups are out of order. But I'm not.

I remember once when I was about 20 or 21 walking through the Mission District of San Francisco with a friend. A homeless woman stood on the corner and I said to my friend that's what we'll be someday. My friend said oh you're crazy, that's silly. But I really believed it at the time. And it isn't that I've lived my life in lowered expectations or that I come from some kind of horribly deprived circumstances. It's that I've always known that some how some way, they'll be here to take it all away and there will be nothing anyone can do about it. So I'd better learn to put my attachments where they really count. Which means not things.

Things are things. Things aren't people - they're things. And it's been peculiar to me to watch the world come to the place that I was when I was walking down the street with my friend --- the new reality for all of us that we're all this close to homelessness now. We're all two paychecks --- or is that three? --- from the streets. All of us.

So a week ago, I got an email from someone from my past. Just a checkup to see if this was still my email address. And at first I was glad --- it was someone I haven't seen in years. But then I remembered with a panic this is the book person --- they think they loaned me a book and they want me to give them back the book.

But I don't have the book. I don't think I ever had the book. And it's been how many years?

Then I chastised myself --- oh, Cookie, stop it! Surely they're not going to email you back asking you to give them back the book that you don't even have, especially since it's been what, five years? Six years now? Please.

So I decided to be optimistic about them and, rather than act like it wasn't my email and I'm nowhere to be found anywhere, I emailed them back and said yes, it's still my email, how are you?

And promptly forgot about it.

Then today, I got home and, after shamelessly haranguing the critters, I checked my email. And tucked in the middle of all the forwarded jokes and important messages about your account and I can't come to class today and my mother wants you to call her and did you know there's rain headed your way and whatnot messages, I see the subject line:


They were emailing me to ask me where the book was.

This has been going on five-six years now.

I stared at disbelief at the email. If I were a drinking woman, I would have broken out the whiskey. But instead, I busted into my piggy bank, went online to Abe Books and just ordered them a new copy of this book they're so certain I have, to be sent directly to them.

And maybe that will shut them up. Or something.

And yes, it's annoying. And yes I spent some time afterward banging my head against the wall --- five, six years ago? I'm not even the same person I was five years ago. There is almost no resemblance between my life now and my life five years ago.

How can someone waste precious brain space on something like this?

And what in the world makes them so angry with me that they're so certain I have this book --- which I don't have --- and why in the world are they so certain that I am so evil that I would purpose withhold this book from them if I DID have it?

Whatever. It's a sad statement, I know, but there are some people like this. But it makes me very, very glad I know that a thing is a thing. And there is no thing on earth worth this kind of a waste of time and energy. Not a one.

The face of Democracy under the Bushinistas

De-Creation ... The Guardian
Originally uploaded by ikhadduri.

I'm reposting this picture from Free Iraq, along with a link to Progressive Blog Digest. There is a repost at PBD from the New Yorker. It should be required reading for all Americans. This is what we have come to. This is what we have done.

This is what those idiots who extol the wonders of silicone breast implants, those idiots who demonize gays while catching a little one way action on the side themselves, those idiots who have demonstrated in every way they're nothing more than hypocrites and liars and thieves --- this is what they have brought us to.

One down

And it's only the tip of the iceberg.

Nicely done.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Tom Coburn turns his attention from lesbians to hooters

So everyone is all in a tizzy about Bush's favorite little reporter Jeff Gannon, er, Jim Guckert posing in his undies and all the domains registered to him, including some pretty saucy sites indeed.

Which would explain how you missed Tom's excitement over boob jobs. Courtesy Wonkette:

"And I thought I would just share with you what science says today about slicone breast implants. If you have them, you're healthier than if you don't. That is what the ultimate science shows...In fact, there's no science that shows that silicone breast implants are detrimental and, in fact, they make you healthier." — Senator Tom Coburn, R-OK, WaPo

Low tech


A couple of years ago, I gave up on electric coffee makers and invested in a porcelain Melitta with gold filter. It had been years since I'd had an electric coffee maker that was at all satisfactory. And no way was I going to invest in an espresso machine --- I love espresso, but all I wanted was the ability to make a decent cup of coffee without a bunch of bells and whistles and doodads. A cup of coffee that wouldn't taste burnt after sitting in the pot for 15 minutes. Just a plain good cup of coffee. Not so much to ask for.

I finally decided on a porcelain Melitta drip. I was a bit worried about it --- after all, I have large hairy four legged beasts running madcap through the house.

But I haven't regretted it for one minute.

Not only is the pot in as good a shape as when I bought it, it makes a great cup of coffee. And because hot water is simply poured over the coffee, with no heating element below, the leftover coffee is suitable for iced coffee or ice cream in the summer. Or feeding the blueberries (which love coffee). In the winter, I simply make less, that's all.

All in all, one of the smartest things I ever did.

Monday, February 07, 2005

Monday Evening Gardening Chat

Okay, well, over at Kos, they're having a heated debate over Democrats and penises.

I know, I know, it's way beyond me, too. But it's been entertaining reading --- some spectacular slugouts, a lot of snooze-worthy high tone language about "narrative" and "social construct" and whatnot --- I wasted an entire afternoon on it.

And today was certainly the right day for it, as earlier, I told one class look, I don't make you write journals because I could care less what you *feel* about the readings and when you become extremely famous molecular or whatever biology graduate students with $400,000 NSF grants to study Q fever or ricksettia --- okay, so maybe that's pushing it --- so when the IRS shows up at the feed store wanting you to tally up exactly how much goat chow is out back, they're not going to give a hoot how you *feel* about the goat chow either.

And reading some 400 posts about Democrats and penises certainly convinced me I'm on the right track. I approach teaching like soccer. The students are the soccer ball and it's my job to dribble or just outright kick them through those goal posts by the end of the semester.

I'm like a border collie with my little herd. Or blue heeler maybe. Or something.

I don't know, I think this Democrat and penis stuff is pretty much in the same league as Ward Churchill.

In any case, it's almost February 15, or the day when my Concord grapes and elderberries and strawberries will be shipped to me from Forest Farm. I am really having to restrain myself from starting my seeds. It's getting close, though. The pileated woodpeckers have all left and the cardinals are just insane! I have lots of iris poking up --- at least those the rabbit hasn't eaten, grrrr --- and some crocus, and I'm beginning to see some tinges of green on the trees. I'm sure I must be imagining it, but this has been going on since last week. So maybe.

I'm seeing a lot of young foals, too, on my commute. I love the really young ones --- all legs, just sweet as can be.

I alternately hate and love this time of year. On the one hand, it's so exciting to start the garden and see things starting to come up. The colors are the best, too --- the first green leaves and the sun hasn't gotten too glaringly bright yet and there's lots of gentle pinks and yellows.

But I also have anniversary effect this time of year. I start getting nervous in March and, although visually April is the best month, I'm always glad when it's over. April 18 is the anniversary of my mother's death. April 19 is the anniversary of the Oklahoma City bombing. And April 20 is the anniversary of the death of one of my brothers.

I'm a bit different from a lot of people because I don't really believe in death --- at least, not in the way we're supposed to believe in it. I don't think death is a bad thing and I just never have. It's not something I've ever been terribly worried about.

But there's definitely some kind of visceral body memory thing that goes on in terms of an anniversary effect. It's a very real phenomenon. Absolutely. I've always been certain my mother died from the anniversary effect.

I think it's one reason I love gardening so much. Even if you only plant annuals, there's a permanence about them --- their roots and the leaves they drop change the soil. They feed humingbirds and bees. Their seeds get scattered about and they always show up a couple of years later in the most unlikely of places. I had beautiful cosmos volunteering out in one of my fields last summer - huge, they must have been five feet tall. They started out along the fence out front when I first moved here almost 3 years ago.

I have a huge can that I store my seeds in. I pulled it out of storage a few days ago, but haven't yet opened it. I know that, once I open it, I'll be tempted to start planting. But I need to wait a few more weeks. Not too much longer - just a few more weeks.

My lilacs have huge buds ready to go on them. The blueberries are ready to spring out at any moment.

It may only be February but it's going to be spring here before we know it.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

But didn't the Bushinistas claim this was Iraq's election?

Wow, Wonder why I'm not surprised by their backpedalling.

U.S. Officials Say a Theocratic Iraq Is Unlikely

And just what do they have in mind to stop it? Things not go quite the way you planned, did they, Georgie?

[...] It was Iraq, however, and the delicate question of who will emerge in control of the country, that dominated the comments of both men. As Shiite religious parties prepare to take power in the new national assembly, senior Shiite clerics are debating how much of the Islamic faith should be enshrined in Iraq's new constitution, which the assembly will write. A constitution based on Koranic law would sharply depart from the transitional law that the Americans enacted.

In one of four appearances on television news programs on Sunday, Mr. Rumsfeld echoed Mr. Cheney's cautionary words.

"The Shia in Iraq are Iraqis," Mr. Rumsfeld said on the NBC News program "Meet the Press." "They're not Iranians. And the idea that they're going to end up with a government like Iran, with a handful of mullahs controlling much of the country, I think, is unlikely."

Bush’s Social Security Plot Disastrous for Blacks

Full text here:

President George W. Bush’s controversial plan to restructure and privatize Social Security could have a devastating impact on all Americans -- and blacks in particular, according to black congressional leaders, civil rights activists and economists.


Black Democrats, economists and the NAACP immediately criticized Bush’s proposal, saying individual accounts would increase budget deficits substantially and further jeopardize retirement options for blacks who have relied on Social Security for the past 70 years.

Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-TX) said that Bush’s proposal would be “devastating” for blacks. She said blacks have relied on Social Security for decades -- for retirement support, survivor benefits when there is a death in the family and for sending young people to college.

“Social Security reaffirms our commitment to a better quality of life,” Jackson Lee told BlackAmericaWeb.com last week. “African Americans in particular would be impacted by privatization programs that would cause to crumble a system that’s strengths come from investments from participants.”

Unfortunately, the radicals don't share that same commitment to a better quality of life for anyone but themselves.

What is your eco-footprint?

Plutonium Page has posted another great diary over at Kos about the conference on global warming and how very swiftly we're careening right into disaster.

One of the responses included a link to an ecological footprint calculator, which assesses om a very basic way how you're impacting the planet.

If I didn't commute, I would have scored at 46% of the normal North American.

Unfortunately, I commute. And I've just been hired through next year, so that isn't going to change any time soon.

Even with commuting, however, I still score at less than 70% of the average N. American, which is frightening.