Gobama!!

April 8, 2009 at 9:19 PM (politics)

I love Barack Obama.  If he is half as good as he sounds, carries out half as his promises and threats, then he is ‘da bomb’.  Or is that a passe kind of thing to say?  (Or is it un-PC?)  He is da man!?  Ah, whatever.  I know I’m no longer cool (if I ever was).  And I’m sure in a couple more years my kids will be more than happy to tell me what a loser I am!  Barack may not be president or PM of my country, but I kind of wish he was.

Some of the things he has said, and some of things he seems to be doing are almost unprecedented in an American president.  I am totally blown away by how almost incredibly fantastic he is.   He wants the US to take responsibility and leadership in ending the nuclear proliferation.  Indeed the US must have that responsibility because the US is the only country to ever use a NUCLEAR WEAPON. He admits it, full frontal nudity, holy shit!!!  No american president has ever said anything that comes close to what he is saying here.

Then today, on the news, I hear about a raprochement with Cuba.  Seriously.  How long has it been since the Bay of Pigs??  Does anyone remember or even know what that means anymore?  Bay of Pigs, not raprochement.

The only thing that could make him the most amazing president ever in the entire universe would be for him to turn the US’s drug policies on its collective ear, and legalize marijuhana.  Apparently, he has no interest in even opening that can o’ worms.  But we shall see, my friend, we shall see.

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It is so frakking cold…,

January 14, 2009 at 11:55 PM (notes and thoughts, politics, Random Political Thoughts)
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That my eyeballs froze solid.  Okay, not literally.  But it is mindboggingly, breathtakingly cold.  We have not had a cold like this in a few years, so one tends to forget what -30 or below actually feels like.  Now that we’ve had our little reminder, I won’t complain about -15 again!  That is positively balmy in comparison!  Too cold to ride, and too cold for the horses to stay out very long.  The condensation from their breath was forming little icicles in their nostrils outdoors.  At home the cats would step foot outdoors, think about it for a second, then turn to look back at me as if it was somehow my doing.  Of course, they would try first the front door, decide that was too cold, and then head for the back door, as if it might possibly be warmer out there.  Too funny sometimes.  They do the same thing when it’s raining or snowing.  Just in case the back yard has a different weather system happening.

I really feel sorry for the homeless on a night like tonight.  Not just the homeless people, but also the homeless animals.  It is hard enough to survive on the streets, but when this kind of weather hits, deaths start happening.  And Canadians are so kind to the homeless.  I heard recently that 75% to 85% street people are mentally ill.  So obviously we take really good care of people with mental illness as well.  And no, I don’t have any easy answers.  But in a strange and retarded look on the bright side kind of way, that number is almost a good thing.  At least we seem to have a good enough social safety net, that people who are poor don’t usually end up on the streets, or living in their cars, the way they do in the US.  (And yes, I do know how politically incorrect it is to use that word – retarded.   I am not always a PC person – maybe more of a Mac.  Get that dumb pun?)

Anyhoo, needless to say all the animals are inside, well fed on their new transitional diets heading towards absolutely no more crack kibble.  Sasha had a chicken leg for dinner.  Bones and all.  And some left over from yesterday’s doggy dinner: beef/barley stew.  Which coincidently, we also had for dinner last night.  Yes, it is true.  My dog is eating as well as we are, which seems to be only fair.  Or you could say I am feeding my family dog food.  Although I don’t think I’ll go so far as to throw the kids a slighlty cooked chicken leg and pronounce it dinner.

The thing about the dry food, especially the cat food, that really bugs me is that I never used to feed it until I heard a vet say it is good for them.  Lower fat than canned food, and good for cleaning their teeth.  So I actually thought I was depriving them of healthy stuff by only feeding canned food.  Now, looking at the labels, I realize that no matter how crappy the canned might be, it is still a million times better than dry food.

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So are we ready for our new president?  What is it about Barack Obama that Canadians like so much?  It’s gotta be more than simply he is not W!!! We seem to be so enamored with him.  We’re like a highschool girl, who is so exited to get asked on a date,  because his first official state visit will be to Canada.   How dja like them apples, Mexico!   If he’d run in our next election, he’d probably win, hands down!  Mind you, he’s got a lot on his plate already, I don’t know if he’d be able to find the time to run Canada too.  And our system is a bit different.  Political corruption and bribery and scandal must be conducted in both official languages!  Unless you’re Jean Chretien, then you can savage both languages, still engage in corruption, bribery and scandal, and we will love you even more.  Don’t get me wrong, I loved JC as much as the next Canadian (well, one who thought he was pretty cool – plenty didn’t!).  But really, nobody could hold a candle to him, in French or in English.  Harper can slaughter french, but his english is excellent.  Dion was great at making english look like Swahili, but his french was immaculate.  JC made both languages look like  the ancient lost tongue of Betelgeuse 5. And I realize if you are RC, then calling him JC is also un-PC.  I don’t care.

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Battlestar Galactica is coming out with it’s final ten episodes.   On the SciFi channel.  Which we don’t get.  Frak!!!  (My substitute swear word, which I stole from the show, thereby making me very cool a real geek.  I also try to say Snap (from My Name is Earl- love that show) but I always forget, so I end up saying shit, and then my kids go all: ‘Mom said a bad word!’- but I digress.)  Todd thinks they’ve jumped the shark, but I still like BG, and I can’t wait until they show it here (which will probably be ten years from now!!)  But if you’re Jonesing for some cool sneak peaks and recaps, check this out.  Tres cool not geeky.

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Election Day…again

December 8, 2008 at 4:10 PM (animals, politics)

It’s the provincial election here in Quebec.  I had almost decided not to vote, for the simple fact that there is no chance that any party I vote for will even come close to getting elected.  But apparently every vote also sends a whopping 50 cents to the party (similiar to the federal system that the Tories tried to scrap, and which is the main reason we have the current mess in Ottawa that we do.)  So I will go and vote, simply for that party to get my 50 cents!  How’s that for democracy?

On Sunday, Meghan, Todd and I went skating.  I think it’s been at least 4 years since the last time I strapped on skates.  My feet were sore after 10 minutes.  After 15, I had to stop and take them off.  I am a terrible skater, but it was kinda fun, and Meg, who was reluctant to go because she is just learning how to skate, got a kick out of me being so terrible!!  But it’s another fun thing to do with your kids, and here in Aylmer, with the access card, it’s free!

runnup-to-xmas-023Here’s Meg, with a white bundle of fur that I thought might have disappeared.  Whitey, as he is aptly named, had been gone for several days.  He returned today with one eye looking pretty bad.  He is not my cat.  He used to live down the street, until his owner got a small, yappy dog, and Whitey got scared.  Now I feed him at my back door, and he is not usually allowed inside the house.  The exception today is due partly to the fact that we are having some incredibly cold weather, and that his eye looked so bad (and also because Todd is not home right now).  He has no claws, front or back, with which to defend himself.  He is incredibly sweet, incredibly shy, but once he knows you he is very affectionate.  He is also litter trained and neutered.  I would love to find him a permanent indoor home.  He deserves to belong to someone who would treat him well.  I do the best I can, but I already have four of my own, if you count Ty (another stray that I took in a few years ago).  His previous owner is under the delusion that he is much happier as an outdoor cat.  You tell him that when it’s -25C, and you tell him that when he can’t defend himself because he has no claws!  There is no way Todd will let him come in on a permanent basis, even if it’s just for cold nights.   I would hate to bring him up to the SPCA – he would be terrified.  But I hate having to leave him outside in the cold too.

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A Big Sigh of Relief…

November 15, 2008 at 7:43 PM (notes and thoughts, politics, Random Political Thoughts)

I know I am a bit behind here, but I’m joining the crowd of cheers that Barack Obama has won the presidential race in the USA.  Will he make a difference?  Will the US suddenly become a sane nation under his guidance?  Will the sharp swing to the right curve back around to reality?  One can only hope.  And as people have said, can’t be any worse, right??

Did anyone catch this interesting interview on the CBC this morning??  Wow!  Mind you, can’t say I’m surprised.  I copied this from the CBC website, don’t know if the links will work, but go to CBC for the full story.  It was pretty interesting, to say the least.

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Part 2: UN Spying – Katherine Gun

We started this segment with a clip of former US Secretary-of-State Colin Powell speaking to the United Nations Security Council on February 5th, 2003. It was the Bush Administration’s last ditch effort to get the UN onside with its plans to invade Iraq. But it wasn’t the only attempt to influence the council.

In March of 2003 — just a month after Colin Powell gave that speech — an incredible story emerged in Britain. It had to do with a secret memo from the U.S. National Security Agency, one that had been leaked to the media and showed that the United States had been spying on U.N. delegates from Security Council member countries.

Katharine Gun was the one who leaked that memo. She was working for British Intelligence at the time and she was charged under the Official Secrets Act. She was eventually cleared even though she admitted to leaking the memo. And she says she’d do it all again if she had the chance. Katharine Gun is the subject of a new book by Marcia and Thomas Mitchell called, The Spy Who Tried to Stop a War: Katharine Gun and the Secret Plot to Sanction the Iraq Invasion. She was in Gloustershire, England.

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One final politcal note.

Quebec is now in the midst of a provincial election.  WTF??!!??

Please, someone, tell me who on earth there is that will represent me.  The lying, conniving present premiere, Jean Charest of the red bullshit party?

Or the ADQ, who proposes that Quebec schools do not teach the histories of different religions, but go back to the good, old catholic days to reflect Quebec’s cultural heritage.  Remember all those good ol’ boys, the priests?  The nuns who would sooner beat you than praise you?  The eighteen children per family, (those poor women) because condoms are against God?  Yes, let’s go back to that wonderful time.

How about the Parti Quebecois?  I’m sure they would love to slam the door on my butt.  (You know, don’t let the door hit you on your way out… or get the frack out of my province, English pig dog!)

Conservatives.      Do we have those in Quebec?  Are they edible?

NDP.            No.  Definetely.  PigDog.

So who the hell I’m I supposed to vote for?  Can I write someone in on the ballot?  My dog would do a better job.  Seriously.  Bah!!  Politics.  I’ve had enough.

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Be Scared…Be Very Scared….

September 18, 2008 at 9:23 PM (politics)

Sarah Palin.  She just plain scares the crap out of me.  The thought that she could quite conceivably be the US president in the near future makes me want to scream!  I know, big ifs are on the table.  But hell, I lost a bet that old Georgie was gonna get elected the first time.  I didn’t think Americans were that gullible.  Then I lost a bet when he ran for the second term, cause no way were the Americans dumb enough to fall for it again.  Then again, he didn’t really win either one, did he?!  So the big ifs of Sarah Palin being president aren’t quite so big anymore.  If the Republicans win again (not a chance in Hell, right??? Ha.  Bet against me, I don’t seem to be good at picking the winning team.), then she is in as VP.  Then if McCain gets sick, or dies, or gets shot by some crazy gun totting nutter (cause they run rampant in the US), who steps in?  This woman is a nutty evangelical christian, who believes the world is black and white, God and Satan, Good and Evil, ban and burn books, gays have no rights, women have no rights to their own bodies, the war in Iraq is ‘God’s plan’, OMG, I could go on.  But go look it up.  And hope and pray and whatever it is that you do to influence world events that you have absolutely no control over that this woman never sees power.

Obama will get elected.  (There won’t be recounts, Supreme Court won’t decide who wins.) He will not be assassinated.  (My biggest fear, and one many others share.)  He will prove to be a truly effective president.  (He won’t screw up like Bush.  Won’t get caught like Clinton.)  And we can breath a sigh of relief.  Threat averted.  Cause believe you me, what happens down there, affects us up here.

And our elections?  Crap, crap and more crap.  I’m voting Marijuana.  Even Elizabeth May has pissed me off, with her dissing the electic car.  Bitch.  Till she said that, she had my vote.  No more.  I know it’s a wasted vote, but really, I am going to back Stephan Dion??  Stephen Harper???  Oily car sales man liar Jack Layton – who I actually used to respect and like as a pol, but he has shown me the error of my ways!  So a protest vote is the only thing I can do, I guess.  They all suck.  They all lie, they all scheme, they all break their damn promises when they get in,  (I haven’t forgotten you, Jean Charest, you lying, pond scum sucking jerk!!) so really, if I must vote, as a good lil’ Canadian, then at least I’m gonna make my vote count against somebody.  Besides, I do think pot should be legal.  But don’t get me started!

PS  I still love my job.  It makes me very happy, despite how bitter I may sound about politics.  Petting the ponies is great for my blood pressure.  And riding is great for the flab.

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