Rove and his "immunity" claim. Sanchez can bitch all she wants but until someone gets some backbone and hauls these horse's asses up short it will be "same story different day."
Rove is a No-Show
That's from Mother Jones, too.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Dealing with a Feckless Homunculus
OK, dear readers, I have mulled this problem with SS over a bit and here are some conclusions I have come to:
Since he is convinced against all evidence to the contrary that he is an Adult, he will be treated like one.*
Adults have some defining characteristics. #1 is responsibility for one's own actions.
Therefore, since SS believes he is an adult, he is now responsible for the consequences of any ill-advised course of action he takes.
It is very easy to be an Adult when you aren't the one who has to clean up the messes you make by your foolishness.
Therefore, don't talk to me about your problems, little boy, you've brought this on yourself by your blind insistence that you know everything there is to know about life.
You have doctor bills because you were acting stupid?
You're an adult. Pay them
You put your car in the ditch?
Fine, adults figure out what to do in a situation like that. Fix it.
You let someone drive your car and they wrecked it?
Tough. Not my problem. You're an adult, aren't you?
You jumped your skateboard off some steps and broke your arm?
Gee, who would have foreseen that? An adult.
You and your homunculus buddies trespassed on private property and are being taken to court?
Go to court yourself. It isn't my problem.
You think you're an adult? OK, Big Boy, run with it and see how far you get.
It's not my problem.
ETA: Well, well, well. Just talked to Himself. He had spoken to SS, who wanted to snivel about how unfair I am, and told the kid right out that we are in agreement about this decision. We both agree that he will never learn in any other way. It will be damned hard for him but he is extremely stubborn, not to speak of passive-aggressive, and since he won't learn the easy way? It'll be the other way.
*To the fullest extent I believe wise.
Since he is convinced against all evidence to the contrary that he is an Adult, he will be treated like one.*
Adults have some defining characteristics. #1 is responsibility for one's own actions.
Therefore, since SS believes he is an adult, he is now responsible for the consequences of any ill-advised course of action he takes.
It is very easy to be an Adult when you aren't the one who has to clean up the messes you make by your foolishness.
Therefore, don't talk to me about your problems, little boy, you've brought this on yourself by your blind insistence that you know everything there is to know about life.
You have doctor bills because you were acting stupid?
You're an adult. Pay them
You put your car in the ditch?
Fine, adults figure out what to do in a situation like that. Fix it.
You let someone drive your car and they wrecked it?
Tough. Not my problem. You're an adult, aren't you?
You jumped your skateboard off some steps and broke your arm?
Gee, who would have foreseen that? An adult.
You and your homunculus buddies trespassed on private property and are being taken to court?
Go to court yourself. It isn't my problem.
You think you're an adult? OK, Big Boy, run with it and see how far you get.
It's not my problem.
ETA: Well, well, well. Just talked to Himself. He had spoken to SS, who wanted to snivel about how unfair I am, and told the kid right out that we are in agreement about this decision. We both agree that he will never learn in any other way. It will be damned hard for him but he is extremely stubborn, not to speak of passive-aggressive, and since he won't learn the easy way? It'll be the other way.
*To the fullest extent I believe wise.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Crash
SS's nickname is Crash for a good reason. He has broken bones, done dumb stuff and generally is just a total loss as far as forethought is concerned.
DS2 and 3 just look at him and shake their heads...
Today, well, yeah. He was supposed to go the the swimming pool but evidently he and his idiot buddies decided against that. So, they would ride mopeds.
Mopeds that didn't belong to them.
Crash, true to his nick, crashed someone else's moped. Mashed his face into the gravel, took most of the skin from his face and some off an upper gum.
They didn't steal the mopeds, either. The little girlie owners thought it would be cool to have the "boarders" ride their scoots so... now we have a whole friggin' mess.
SS being watched for a concussion, possible lawsuit from the moped's owners, insurance liability problems.
Gawd, when does it end?
I can't think of anything so bad that I have done to deserve this. And now... well, now Crash has a CAR!!!!!
God have mercy, civilization (or whatever it is now) may come to a screeching halt. Earth will blow up, sun will go out. Argh.
DS2 and 3 just look at him and shake their heads...
Today, well, yeah. He was supposed to go the the swimming pool but evidently he and his idiot buddies decided against that. So, they would ride mopeds.
Mopeds that didn't belong to them.
Crash, true to his nick, crashed someone else's moped. Mashed his face into the gravel, took most of the skin from his face and some off an upper gum.
They didn't steal the mopeds, either. The little girlie owners thought it would be cool to have the "boarders" ride their scoots so... now we have a whole friggin' mess.
SS being watched for a concussion, possible lawsuit from the moped's owners, insurance liability problems.
Gawd, when does it end?
I can't think of anything so bad that I have done to deserve this. And now... well, now Crash has a CAR!!!!!
God have mercy, civilization (or whatever it is now) may come to a screeching halt. Earth will blow up, sun will go out. Argh.
I'm not nuts
Since I have been working outside, staining wood, messing with a car, planting things, I'm a bit messy. Jeans with hole in right knee, rolled up to knees. Tshirt with grease stains. Jeans have grease stains, sawdust, wood stain and dirt on them, overshirt with rolled up sleeves. Stained, too.
I came in a couple of hours ago because it got too blasted hot and muggy to work out in the sun. Himself called and wondered what was for supper. I suggested tuna salad, tater salad and cole slaw. He thought that sounded just fine but I'd need to go get more tuna. That meant a trip to the market.
Since I go there frequently and am well acquainted with many of the other customers and many of the employees, I don't normally worry too much about what I look like. Today, though, I thought I had better change clothes, take a shower and then go.
Today, I thought again.
It will be necessary to go back outside in a couple of hours because I have more things that need to be stained before it rains. (Which it supposed to do this evening.) They need to sit in the sun for an hour or two to let the stain age a bit. (or whatever wood stain does on wood in the sun.)
I would have to be nuts, at least in some people's view, to go to the store in my work clothes.
So be it. I went. In these clothes.
I figured, in actuality or any logical universe, I would have to be nuts to take a shower, change my clothes, run to the store for a quick in-and-out, then come back, change back into these clothes and go back to working outside.
Note to the two VWF in the cute but odd-colored capris, cutie-pie tees, sandals, earrings and makeup: Did it appear to you that I gave a flying f*ck when you looked me up and down, then turned away with disgusted expressions on your faces? You probably figured that out when I smiled broadly at you and chortled a bit as I strode by. Veni Vidi Vici in HyVee.
I came in a couple of hours ago because it got too blasted hot and muggy to work out in the sun. Himself called and wondered what was for supper. I suggested tuna salad, tater salad and cole slaw. He thought that sounded just fine but I'd need to go get more tuna. That meant a trip to the market.
Since I go there frequently and am well acquainted with many of the other customers and many of the employees, I don't normally worry too much about what I look like. Today, though, I thought I had better change clothes, take a shower and then go.
Today, I thought again.
It will be necessary to go back outside in a couple of hours because I have more things that need to be stained before it rains. (Which it supposed to do this evening.) They need to sit in the sun for an hour or two to let the stain age a bit. (or whatever wood stain does on wood in the sun.)
I would have to be nuts, at least in some people's view, to go to the store in my work clothes.
So be it. I went. In these clothes.
I figured, in actuality or any logical universe, I would have to be nuts to take a shower, change my clothes, run to the store for a quick in-and-out, then come back, change back into these clothes and go back to working outside.
Note to the two VWF in the cute but odd-colored capris, cutie-pie tees, sandals, earrings and makeup: Did it appear to you that I gave a flying f*ck when you looked me up and down, then turned away with disgusted expressions on your faces? You probably figured that out when I smiled broadly at you and chortled a bit as I strode by. Veni Vidi Vici in HyVee.
What next?
Was just reading a post on another website where a pregnant woman was asking if it is OK for her to eat bleu cheese. She's been told to stay away from any of the different varieties of blue cheese, soft cheese, deli meats, eggs, on and on and on and on.
Food poisoning, listeria, bacteria, sickness, plague, pestilence and general stupidity.
Now, honest, I am not saying this lady (who I know slightly) is dumb. Really, I'm not. I know her to be a funny and smart woman.
What I am wondering about is what the hell the purpose of all this "DON'T EAT THAT THERE IS A HORRIBLE RISK OF CONTAMINATION! YOUR BABY WILL BE BORN WITH 4 ARMS AND THREE EYES!"
The Powers That Be seem to have lost all sense of perspective. I can't imagine how the human race survived all these aeons by being so foolish as to eat whatever they could find.
Since when did we give the guvmunt license to freak us out on a whim? They don't even seem to be able to find the source of the latest salmonella outbreak, how could they possibly figure that some poor schmuck is going to get listeria from bleu cheese?*
Current medical advice is, regardless of a short-lasting craving, don't follow it. Never, ever, ever, under any circumstance, listen to what your body is telling you. Listen to the guvmunt talking heads. After all, they're Official.
That's stupid. That is just damnably, incredibly, shortsightedly STUPID. Has anyone heard of someone craving rat poison? Or 2-4D? Poison of any kind? Toilet bowl cleaner? Antifreeze? Arsenic? If there is a documented instance of this, I want to know. Other than people who shouldn't be pregnant in the first place, people's body's are not going to send them off on some hell-bent quest for something that will kill the baby or make both of them sick. If the body is even in moderate balance and moderate health, it simply is contrary to any evolutionary biology to imagine such a suicidal action.
This particular poster has a history of miscarriage, which certainly is a concern. In darned near every case where that happens, other than mischance or accident, there is a real reason for the miscarriage. I would be willing to be it isn't because the woman ate bleu cheese.
My experience isn't scientifically valid, true, but I ate anything and everything, including farm eggs and raw milk, sardines, soft cheese. My kids were, and are, happy and healthy.**
My final observation is this: medicine is not a science. It is more of an art. Doctors change their minds on a regular basis. What is bad this week will be good next week. Medicine has careened wildly between opposing opinions: vitamins vs. no vitamins, no solid food before 1 year vs if they're hungry feed them, 10 vaccinations vs 3, on and on and on and on. This will continue. It's good to be informed but it isn't good to slavishly follow vacillating opinion. Listen to your body. Just listen.
*Anyone who has the slightest acquaintance with me knows this whole thing just sets me off. In my mind, it's an official equivalent to those damned disinfection commercials. What person in their right mind is listening to commercials that tell us to disinfect every last surface in out homes? And worse, then DOING it? I don't even bleach my cutting boards, or countertops. I put the boards in the dishwasher and then put them away. Get thee back, sodium hypochlorite, get thee from my sight. Hence, vile concoction!
** There were complications in all the deliveries but that is an endocrine problem on my part. My single miscarraige came very early and I doubt that had anything to do with anything I ingested.
Food poisoning, listeria, bacteria, sickness, plague, pestilence and general stupidity.
Now, honest, I am not saying this lady (who I know slightly) is dumb. Really, I'm not. I know her to be a funny and smart woman.
What I am wondering about is what the hell the purpose of all this "DON'T EAT THAT THERE IS A HORRIBLE RISK OF CONTAMINATION! YOUR BABY WILL BE BORN WITH 4 ARMS AND THREE EYES!"
The Powers That Be seem to have lost all sense of perspective. I can't imagine how the human race survived all these aeons by being so foolish as to eat whatever they could find.
Since when did we give the guvmunt license to freak us out on a whim? They don't even seem to be able to find the source of the latest salmonella outbreak, how could they possibly figure that some poor schmuck is going to get listeria from bleu cheese?*
Current medical advice is, regardless of a short-lasting craving, don't follow it. Never, ever, ever, under any circumstance, listen to what your body is telling you. Listen to the guvmunt talking heads. After all, they're Official.
That's stupid. That is just damnably, incredibly, shortsightedly STUPID. Has anyone heard of someone craving rat poison? Or 2-4D? Poison of any kind? Toilet bowl cleaner? Antifreeze? Arsenic? If there is a documented instance of this, I want to know. Other than people who shouldn't be pregnant in the first place, people's body's are not going to send them off on some hell-bent quest for something that will kill the baby or make both of them sick. If the body is even in moderate balance and moderate health, it simply is contrary to any evolutionary biology to imagine such a suicidal action.
This particular poster has a history of miscarriage, which certainly is a concern. In darned near every case where that happens, other than mischance or accident, there is a real reason for the miscarriage. I would be willing to be it isn't because the woman ate bleu cheese.
My experience isn't scientifically valid, true, but I ate anything and everything, including farm eggs and raw milk, sardines, soft cheese. My kids were, and are, happy and healthy.**
My final observation is this: medicine is not a science. It is more of an art. Doctors change their minds on a regular basis. What is bad this week will be good next week. Medicine has careened wildly between opposing opinions: vitamins vs. no vitamins, no solid food before 1 year vs if they're hungry feed them, 10 vaccinations vs 3, on and on and on and on. This will continue. It's good to be informed but it isn't good to slavishly follow vacillating opinion. Listen to your body. Just listen.
*Anyone who has the slightest acquaintance with me knows this whole thing just sets me off. In my mind, it's an official equivalent to those damned disinfection commercials. What person in their right mind is listening to commercials that tell us to disinfect every last surface in out homes? And worse, then DOING it? I don't even bleach my cutting boards, or countertops. I put the boards in the dishwasher and then put them away. Get thee back, sodium hypochlorite, get thee from my sight. Hence, vile concoction!
** There were complications in all the deliveries but that is an endocrine problem on my part. My single miscarraige came very early and I doubt that had anything to do with anything I ingested.
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