Buffalo Gal

Somewhere in my memory lies a phrase from a past presidential campaign:  I remember the phrase but I do not remember who said it but it was said during one of the debates that particular election cycle.   "There you  go again!"  is the phrase and I am using it to vent my frustration at yet another left-wing writer for a left-wing daily newspaper, a member of the most Mainstream Media….Eugene Robinson, editorial writer for the venerable liberal WASHINGTON POST.

In a piece titled " The Hutaree Militia and the Rising Risk of Far-Right Violence" , Mr.Robinson echoes other writers like Paul Krugman (who I blogged about a few days back) and Frank Rich of the New York Times, who all get carried away with the newest liberal drumbeat…..the threatening danger of right wingers or plain old Conservatives to the mostly Democratic politicians who voted for the HC bill and other complaints about the "big threat" from the Right on issues that will soon occupy  Congress.    Firstly, it is crying shame that this strange militant group based in Michigan put the word "Christian" in their name….they are far from being Christians by definition.  True Christians do not EVER practice any form of violence but are rather identified (Biblically) by the "fruits of the Spirit"..love, peace, gentleness, kindness, forbearance, patience, goodness, and self-control"…none of which fit the group from Michigan.  That bunch and other violent groups would fit the "fruits of the flesh"….including  "enmity,  strife, anger, selfishness, dissension," for a few.  (Check out the 5th chapter of the NT book of Galatians for a complete listing of both kinds of "fruits")

However Eugene Robinson latches onto the frail thread provided by the word "Christian" in that group’s name and he runs with it making huge leaps to others on the dreaded "right" which would include, under a huge umbrella created by him, all persons who object to the policies of the present President and present Congressional actions of late…most especially if any of them excercise their First Amendment rights to speak publicly about their objections.

Another truly liberal writer for the "New York Times", Frank Rich, departs from former assignments  which reviewed theater productions in the Big Apple.  His strange leap into politics and social issues is titled "The Rage Is Not About Healthcare"…and I would urge any interested reader to google that title and read the entire essay.  It is great if you apprecitate hysterics in writing.   Rich dealt with the protests that arose after the healthcare bill was passed.   It turns out, according to Rich, that the real rage is not about the HC bill but rather these protests represent the death rattle of the dwindling folks who are white, racist, homophobic, sexist and MALE!!!  He jumps to his own conclusion that this "rage" is brought out by the resentment over a Black President, a female Secretary of State, a Latina Supreme Court Justice  and of course, a Gay chairman of an important Congressional committee!!!   So according to the Gospel According To Rich…it is all about scared, white males and also is a repitition of the opposition to the Voting Rights Act of 1964.   You really ought to check out the full essay by googling its title.

All these liberal writers who are in full pack cry over perceived Far Right threats have this in common.  They absolutely refuse to call up any incidents of "violence" by Leftists, either past or present.  "Der Speigel" a German newspaper reported on the G-8 Summit protestors who were all Leftists who showed up to get violent in Germany when the G-8 summit was meeting.  The headline on that subject was "Leftists Need To Ask Themselves Whether Vioence Is A Legitimate Form Of  Resistance".     In another article from the British news outlet "British Democratic Forum" a writer reports on an English Leftist named Lauren Booth who spoke to a huge crowd of young Muslim men, inciting violence which was protested in a letter to the Lancastershire police by another alarmed Brit who observed the call to violence by Leftist Booth.   

 An American example of Leftist violence was that led by Bernadine Dohrn and Bill Ayers, a husband and wife team of American Leftists who were the leaders of the leftist movement known as "The Weathermen".  This organization was responsible for much domestic violence (yes,  Misters Robinson, Rich and Krugman!!..VIOLENCE by the Left!) in the United States  in the 1960′s and 70′s.  Neither of the leaders..Dorhn or Ayers have ever been prosecuted for their criminal acts which included bombings at the New York City police headquarters, the Capitol in Washington DC and the Pentagon building also in DC.  The website "Discover the Networks.Org" gives a picture of the purposes of the "Weathermen" which advocated the following:  "Kill All Rich People. Kill Your Parents"  ( google Bernadine Dorhn and Bill Ayers for a wealth of information about the "Violent" Left.)  Ayers was also an active participant in the "Summer of Rage" (1969) in Chicago in which Leftists like the Weather men used guerilla like tactics to attack police and ordinary citizens.   Now that is real violence!

It is terribly tiresome to have to go on and on reading or viewing what such people as Robinson and Rich are trying to do via their Mainstream Media outlets.  That would be to put up smokescreens to cover the REAL anger and discontent of the majority of American citizens regarding the passage of the totally unpopular HC bill and moreso the anger and dismay and real concern over the economics of our nation which is plunged deeper and deeper with every act of the present Congress into debt and deficts in the Trillions which threatens the well being of our nation. 

Reading the daily Gallup and Rasmussen poll reports about the topics of dissatisfaction with current Congressional and Adminstration actions on many policy decisions (which are opposed by majorities of Americans) is a most interesting way to track what REAL citizens are concerned about.

I really enjoy other Areavoices bloggers’ insights and observations.  I just read "Highlight Of My Day" s blog this morning in which she blogged about signs of spring.  Lucky HIghgal!  she has heard wrens singing already— or her husband has.    I am waiting, not all that patiently, for wrens to start their nest-building and the sweet songs that go with it.  Highgal also mentioned the coming-out of motorcycles and I have noticed that also.   Driving in rather heavy traffic on Monday evening, we were followed by about 3 motorcyclists who were enjoying their cycle driving way more than human beings should be allowed to enjoy!  Sometimes I find motorcyles irritating but Monday night was kind of pleasant because like Highgal, I recognize a sure sign of Sweet Springtime.

I also enjoy other bloggers’ insights…I like to read Billy Bones at his establishement called the Corner Bar.  I was so naive at first that I actually thought Billy WAS a real bartender or owner but I believe now that it is a euphemism for a place for discussions just like people do when sitting together in a real bar setting.  Am I right BB???    Billy likes to throw out controversial topics and he gets a lot of "rises" out of a lot of regular commenters as well as a few non-regulars like me.    His other commenters do not usually appreciate my input and if I go back and read comments later, I have usually received  a lot of pot shots so that I feel like I am full of figurative buck shot.  However, I have really thick skin after blogging a lot longer than seems possible.

I also like to check up on "Farside of Fifty" whenever she blogs.  Her wonderful photos add a great deal to her site and I have become a "Chance" fan as well as a FarSide fan.   I have also met her and her husband  AND Chance.  We have gotten together at both our homes and at restaurants and at a Bloggers’ Picnic at Lindenwood Park last summer…..that was really a great time of getting acquainted with other bloggers….that picnic last June—-I met  "CityWoman,Country  Woman", Abra La Mente (who drove a great distance to come to the picnic), Peace Garden Mama, Eastside Professor,  Farside of Fifty, FarGuy and Chance.   Getting to know the actual writers is a wonderful experience.   Some of the bloggers brought along some of their children…another good thing about meeting other bloggers.   Chance, of course, was the Big Hit of the evening.   He is such a well- mannered, gentle, and friendly dog.  He has had good training in a very good home by very good people who love him and other pet animals.

I enjoy reading he blogs of the "Wannabe Birder" and "AstroBob"  (both writers for the Duluth newspaper) who have both taught me a multitude of things I never knew before.   The same thing applies to Bemidji Mike of "The View From This Side of the Lake".   Mike discusses issues that involve city, state and national goverment as well as some rather complicated economic issues facing those various levels of government.

I enjoy a rather new blogger…."The New Forty".  She is a good writer and a refreshing one, being in the generation of my own children and her views about life are often new and most educational for a Senior Citizen who grew up in much different times than The New Forty. I have enjoyed "Parade Watcher",  and a number of North Dakota bloggers who give perspectives on life in ND cities, towns, and countryside.   I always have enjoyed  "Dullum File" and have always liked his  TV spots and now he adds his always dry, under-stated humor to many of his very brief blogs.

Others I read on a regular basis are "Storm Tracker: by Daryl Ritchison (his last name is NOT Richardson, like so many people say when talking about Daryl!)   "I Didn’t Do It" (pithy and wise comments from FarGuy, who is Farside’s dear husband of many years)   "East Side Professor" who is a Farside daughter with her own career and family)    "Oh Look! A Shiny Thing",  and "Plain Country".     I used to really look forward to posts from "Frequently Wrong, Never In Doubt" and it took me  a year and a half to catch on that "Frequently" was my very own daughter- in- law, blogging from the St Cloud area where she also wrote a monthly opinion piece for the St Cloud Times newspaper.   I did not recognize her til she wrote a blog about her Grandma’s birthday party and I realized who she was talking about.  She laughed and laughed when I told her I figured her out….she had never told me about her Areavoices blog til then.  She is too busy to post any longer on Areavoices.    Now she has gone on to other things….a responsible part- time job at one of the Coburns’ stores and supervising the teenage years of a daughter and son as well as getting new courses and education to possibly become involved in real estate sales.  She, (along with my other daughters in law) are Hum-Dingers— but then I have a built- in bias but I know I am not wrong about these fantastic young women whom my sons so wisely chose to marry and raise familes with!!!!

It is worth looking at these bloggers I have talked about today.  They are talented and thoughtful people, in my opinion.

I just left a comment on Farside of Fifty’s latest blog.  One of the words that you have to type in order to post a comment, was "Lance" and POP! a memory came into my brain instantly.  

Many years ago on one of our anniversaries or birthdays, our eldest son and his new bride came out to the farm to make us a gourmet meal.   It was a spectacular one as I recall….shrimp scampi was the main entree and there were other good things as well.  In addition to the good food, I recall the  "servants" who brought our food to us in a most elegant way.  They called themselves "Lance" and "LaMont" and they were dressed up in dark blue suits, white shirts, red neckties, they had little black mustaches drawn under their noses with eyebrow pencil and they carried white linen tea towels over one arm.

In reality,  Lance and LaMont were our youngest son who was about 14 years old at the time and his cousin, our nephew who was about 11.  They were the sober-est servers, the most serious and most exacting French-ified servers anyone could ever dream up.  Their manners and their serving were impeccable….they had been instructed by the elder son who loved to pull off such stunts on us and other people as well.  One thing about our sons and our nephew too, was that they enjoyed each others’ company and enjoyed pranks and very clever things to entertain themselves. 

Both our youngest son and his cousin had the unfortunate experience of being taken into town, on two separate occasions, by the older 2 brothers and cousins….clad only in their underwear….briefs and T shirts ( they had been snatched from sound sleep)  and they were threatened with being brought into the church in town where the elderly Adeline was a prim church secretary.  The threat was that they would be deposited in Adeline’s office.  Luckily the two older Nutty Brothers did not carry out the entire threat but the two younger boys were driven into town in a total panic resembling everyone’s nightmare of being found in your underwear in public or worse yet…completely naked.  Hasn’t everyone dreamed that at least once in  their life???

It is truly amazing what can come from reading the word "Lance" !!!!

 We had to rise and shine and get dressed and ready to "go out" by 8:00 a.m. this morning. This can be kind of hard on retired people who take joy in NOT having to keep an early morning schedule with anything if they so choose.  But yesterday I made the appointment at the veterinary clinic in town…..it was time for the rabies and distemper shots for Miss Kitty-Girl.

This means a time of trauma for the feline!  She is a very smart cat; she senses when "something is up" every time.  She knows when we are getting ready on Sunday mornings that she is going to be left alone for several hours.  She manages to act either sulky or mope-ily resigned to her fate for Sundays.   She knew "something was up" this morning also. How, I do not know but she did.  She probably got suspicious when I appeared dressed in something other than my morning pajama pants and T-shirt.  She saw me wearing jeans and a real shirt right away—early.  We (the cat and me) have our morning routine in the kitchen. I go to the sink, take a good long drink of our delicious well water and then prepare to make the morning coffee.  By now, she is sitting on her "tripod haunches" watching my every move and looking at the refrigerator door in anticipation of the morning "treat"….a portion of canned cat food which supplements the dry stuff she eats routinely.  I always do what she expects….get the coffee pot perking and then open the refrigerator door and get out the jar of canned cat food.  Next we both proceed to the room where the computer is situated….me with a cup of tasty freshly brewed coffee, she licking her whiskers and washing herself after her bit of breakfast…me to take my seat at the computer for the reading of news reports online; she to station herself at the door of the room where she eventually goes into her cat language of meows and mews to inform us of her desire to have the garage door opened for her benefit.

But today we didn’t do it that way and she knew "something was up".   What to do?  What to do? thinks Miss Kitty.   Well, I think I will run upstairs and hide under some beds so "she" cannot find me.   Thankfully we had prepared for this:  we had a few extra minutes to "kitty-kitty" her and get her out from where she was hidden.  I nabbed her in an open space in one bedroom and carried her downstairs where her other Keeper was holding the dreaded ….cat carrier.   We stuffed her into it and she set up her immediate and strange howls and yowls in protest.  It got worse as we carried her outside to a vehicle where she got put into the back seat.  The tone of the meows/yeows changed inside the car;  the volume of the protests increased with every passing turn on the country roads first and then onto the highways we take to town.  By the time we hit the clinic parking lot, her ears are laid back on her head so she appeared to be ear-less; her black pupils had taken away any emerald appearance of her eyes; her cries have increased to the levels of a very disturbed cougar and her wide-mouthed profile of howls look exactly like that of a mini-cougar.

We entered the clinic waiting room and she was suddenly silent.  She knew by the scents and odors exactly where she was and she suddenly decided to stop calling attention to herself because there were other pets present—-a small dog, another cat and a friendly fat Border Collie— all there for treatment…..with the exception of the small dog in a big box.  It was there for euthanasia and I felt so sad and sorry for the man who brought her in.  It was so hard for him to leave his dog with the kind veterinary assistants but he left immediately not wanting to observe the death of his dog.   My heart ached for him.  Miss Kitty did not care about him; she was trying to make herself as small as possible in her carrier so the Border Collie would not notice her.  She was in luck—-the B.C. was there along with his cat companion and the Dad and small boy who had brought them in for routine care.  The dog was used to cats and paid her no attention.

Finally, her name was called to come back to the Inner Sanctum rooms…those horror chambers where you get your body prodded and poked, someone looks at you teeth and ears closely and does things to you that are too embarassing to even mention….involving your tail- end.  Then come the two pricks from needles but it does not even cause a slight flinch or a protesting meow.   When you are up on a stainless steel table, with two people attending to you, it is useless to try for an escape especially when you only have three legs on which to go on the lam.

Finally, after getting weighed (tipping the scales at 7.6 pounds) Miss Kitty is stuffed back into her carrier for the trip  home …but the trip home gets long because one of her Humans decided he wanted to hear her howl and  yowl a bit more.   It is a truly amusing sound, the yowls when she protests being in a car.  She was released from her cage and immediately stood up by a window to howl at the moving scenery and oh…..the fast things going by…big things called "semis" and smaller things called cars and pickups.   She finally jumped up on the dashboard the better to get terrorized by oncoming "beasts" with glowing eyes. She went all the way to Hitterdal so she could say she had been to more places than just Pelican Rapids where she got her front leg amputated on November of 2006.

But finally—familiar territory!    Is that really Jane’s house?   Oh! I see Jim and Eileen’s place.  There is the garden shed and the pole building…..it is her place after all and suddenly the panic and vocalizations reduce in intensity.   Out of the car…she is lifted down by her chief female slave.  It is her own grass that smells familiar.  There is that line of spruce trees to hide under; there is the cabin she crouches beneath to watch for mice and rabbits and listens to birdsongs.  There is the softening dirt of the tulip bed where she can dig a real hole and not have to use that blasted litter box anymore.  She digs with her real left leg and goes through the motions with the missing right leg.  Relief at last!  Another peaceful and interesting day in her own territory— on her own farm and patch of woods closeby. The dreaded trip to the veterinarian is over and done with— and with luck, she will not have to make the trip for another two years…if she can stay out of trouble and not get hurt or sick.

Her two Humans go inside and sigh with relief…at least one of them does.  She heads for the coffee pot and the computer once again to take up her own morning routine.  Once again, for everyone who occupies the Buffalo Bluff—–life is good—and peaceful.  The spring birds, including the nest-building robins are singing from the Blue Spruce trees.  The sun is shining and there is the prospect of another warm late March day.  All’s well that ends well—– and all that other good adage-stuff.

I have checked a lot of my news sites this morning including the local paper (FORUM) There is not much anywhere that one can laugh about and I need to laugh several times a day to keep my balance.

I got some humorous things from a friend and they are deep thoughts to consider(supposedly)                 1. I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.                           2. When you are weeding in your garden, the best way to tell the difference between a good plant and a weed is this:  if it comes up easily, it is probably a good plant.             3.The easiest way to find something that is lost in your house is to buy a new one. (this sounds like a Murphy’s Law…I did this several times with electrical cords for an electric fry pan .)          4.There are two kinds of pedestrians: The Quick and The Dead.              5.  How is it that it can take only one match to start a forest fire but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?                       6. Who was the first person to see a cow and say, "I think I’ll squeeze those dangly things and I’ll drink whatever comes out of them."                7. Health Nuts will feel stupid one day; they will be lying in a hospital bed dying of nothing.             8. Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottles? 9.   Whenever I feel blue—I start breathing again.

That’s enough of the pondering ones.  Now for some real jokes that came from Hawaii today via snail mail from a good friend who is nearly ready to return to Minnesota.

(1) A doctor calls up a patient who has been waiting for results of a number of medical tests. 

Doctor:  I have good news and bad news.     Patient:  What’s the good news Doc?             Doctor: "They’re going to name a new disease after you."

(2) A man comes into his house carrying a handful of dog turds and lays them on the kitchen table.  Then he says to his startled wife…."Look what I almost stepped in!"

(3)  Two clergyman are discussing the current bad state of morality in the nation.  The first clergy man says  " I didn’t sleep with my wife before we were married.  How about you?  And the second clergy man replies. "I don’t know….what was her maiden name?"

I wish someone would comment and tell ME some jokes!   (keep them decent please!)

I saved a printed article from "My Way News" from March 25….just a few days back.  The headline was "Southern California Teacher Arrested In Drunken Teaching".      This almost sounds like an arrest for "drunken driving" which is far more common than "drunken teaching" I think.  It was a very short item but the gist of it was this:   "Toro Canyon Middle School Teacher, Tonya Neff was taken to the Indio (CA) jail Tuesday afternoon and booked for investigation of felony child endangerment.  Administrators at the Thermal’s Toro Canyon Middle School told the Riverside County Sherrif’s office that the 47 year old teacher was apparently intoxicated on campus."

If my classmates and I had known about this "drunken teaching" charge back in 1952, we could have ratted on our algebra teacher that year—-Mr. J.—who, if not drunk—-was badly hung-over nearly every morning when we had algebra class during the first hour of the morning schedule.  We were pretty naive in those days but we knew SOMETHING was wrong with our teacher.  We had him the year before for 8th grade general math and he seemed fine then; in fact I learned a lot that year in spite of my major "math anxiety" that I have had since I was in elementary school.

But something had gone badly amiss by the time we were high school freshmen and ready to take on algebra which was a lot harder than any general math we had taken before.  Mr. J often showed up for algebra with uncombed hair (rooster tails sticking out all over) and a few times he had not got his shirt buttoned right leaving the kids in the front row to either stare at his hairy belly or to look away in extreme embarassment (the girls).

He also seemed unable to explain anything about algebra so the result was that the students who were already a "Math Wiz" figured out the mysterious algebra equations on their own. The rest of us dunderheads who needed all the help we could get, did not GET IT at all.  I think many of the ninth graders that year did a lot of "before school copying" because our teacher was able to give us homework…..it was just that so many of us did not know how to do the problems because we had not been instructed.  So when test time came, those who had copied other’s assignments failed the test and so did the ones who had NOT copied because they did  not know how to do the problems in either case!!

It was an awful year for me.  I remember getting my report card one term and crying all the way home because I had gotten a "D" in algebra.  I was one who needed all the help I could get and I wasn’t getting it at all, unless I got my neighbor and good friend, Sonja, to come over and help me at night.  She had taken algebra the year before and was good in math so she was my only instructor that fateful freshmen year of high school.

Mr. J. left the school at the end of the year; I kind of think the school board and the adminstration were fully aware of his condition;  but he did not get arrested and hauled off to jail or get charged with "felony child endangerment"

I do not think any of us felt "endangered"; we were just puzzled at first and then amused by his drunken-hangover behavior each morning during that first hour class.   How times change!   But if anyone gave me an algebra problem to solve I would break into a cold sweat of extreme math anxiety.  I would not know how to do the simplest algebra problem to this day.

"……pants on fire, nose as long as a telephone wire!"      Remember that chant?  It was almost as popular as "I see London, I see France, I see someone’s underpants!"       I am "after" Paul Krugman, today….he is the columnist that can make me the most angry of most any of the Left/Liberal writers.  Krugman writes regularly for the New York Times while also being a professor of economics at Princeton University.  He has earned advanced degrees and holds a PhD in economics so he is well- educated in economics but  his column often veers far from the subject of economics and he heads down a rabbit trail  for supporting liberal political ideas to the point where you sometimes wonder what happened to his economic expertise.  Oh well, a lot of political columnists of both persuasions (conservative and liberal) do the same thing.

But a recent column by Paul Krugman made statements that made him look like a Fool.  His memory or his truthfulness were both faulty to the point of one blogger calling him "that idiot Paul Krugman".     The statements he made about what he lamented as violence against certain (Democratic) politicians who supported and voted for the healthcare bill went a bit too far and made Paul a truly worthy recipient of the old chant, "Liar, Liar, pants on fire!" Some of the accusations about "violence" against Democrats have also turned out to be false… as in the report in "Politico" about a coffin being put on one Democratic  congressman’s lawn as some sort of implied death threat.  "Politico" had to retract its original story ( like so many of the Media, they "jumped the gun" and did not get the facts straight before publishing a report.)   The coffin, had, in fact, been used by a group of protestors to lament the lives of unborn babies that would be lost by the healthcare bill’s original desire to include abortions as part of "healthcare". (although it is hard to see how murdering a baby in its mother’s womb could qualify as "health care"!) At any rate, the group was not threatening anyone with violence, but was lamenting the violence done to unborn infants via abortion.  "Politico" had to wipe the egg off its front page "face".

Krugman’s statements were actually pretty funny.  First off in the column in which he wrote about the "violence" against Democratic politicians first took on a GOP ad that featured the slogan "Fire Nancy Pelosi" which was a sincere GOP wish to see Pelosi removed as Speaker of the House through election of a new majority in the House of Representatives in November 2010.  The ad was clever, showing Pelosi’s face surrounded by flames (  "fire" Nancy Pelosi  but Krugman, like so many hypertense Leftists who have NO senses of humor, failed to get the humor of the flames signifying the "firing" of Pelosi as the Boss Lady of the House Democrats!!!  Gaffe Number one for Paulie the Princeton-ite. 

Secondly he made some rash statements about the present violence he sees against the poor little Democrats who voted for the  healthcare bill. After making some introductory remarks about his fears of violent actions against Dems, as in accusing Republicans/Conservatives of threatening violence against those poor democratic representatives who were only trying to do the right thing for America, he made the following (foolish) statement:  

"All this goes far beyond politics as usual {referring to some incidents of violence he cited}  Democrats had a lot of harsh things to say about former President George W. Bush—but you’ll search in vain for anything that even hinted at an appeal to violence from members of Congress."

Oh really, Mr. Krugman?   "..you’ll search IN VAIN for anything THAT EVEN HINTED AT AN APPEAL FOR VIOLENCE  from members of Congress."    Well, I searched very easily and quickly and found more than enough evidence to prove that Krugman is a Liar Of The Highest Degree!!!

I googled these words:  "Kill George Bush"  and "Bush as Hitler" and got so many hits that I could not read them all but I read enough of them to prove my point about the blatant lies of Paul Krugman on this subject.  For starters there were 5971 hits on just  one "Kill George Bush " site.   That was only ONE of the sites.   Then let’s go on to an interview between Bill Maher (one of the most hate-filled Liberals of them all)  and John Kerry, U.S. Senator from Massachussetts which was recorded and saved from October, 2006 on "Real Time"  TV show.   This interview was reported in full on "NewsBusters" on October 10 2006.  Kerry had been the Democratic presidential candidate in 2004.    After a few opening niceties, in which Maher asked Kerry  what he got his wife for her birthday and Kerry replied that he had taken her to  a lovely retreat in Vermont, Maher began to go for the kill.

"Maher:  You could’ve went {big grammar error, Bill!} to New Hampshire and killed two birds with one stone."

Kerry: Or, I could have gone to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and killed the real bird with one stone."                         

There Mr Krugman, goes your statement that "you’ll search in vain for anything that  even hinted at an appeal for violence from members of Congress".  Too bad you do not know how to use Google!      The rest of the interview, in full, was printed in "NewsBusters" Oct. 23, 2006. http://newsbusters.org/node/8175

Now we shall cite some more "hits" from googling "Kill George Bush".     On a blogsite by an obvious Bush-Hater, a blogger who uses a name so foul that I cannot repeat it (his name uses two familar four- letter words of the lowest barnyard filth…..first word begins with S— and the second word begins with F—)  He goes on to say about George Bush:  "I wonder if this Mother F —er  thinks he can get by with anything….well, someone has to say it out loud…Kill George Bush!…"   Mr. S.F. goes on to call President Bush a "retard, a schmuck, a terrorist" and suggests that "he rigged the towers with explosives"{reference to the Twin Towers in New York destroyed by planes piloted by Al Quaida members from Saudi Arabia}  He is an example of an EXTREME Extreme Leftist. 

The most interesting thing is this:  A protestor against the Obama agenda during a campaign appearance in August 3, 2008 when a group of Townhall meeting protestors gathered, one man held a sign that said "Death To Obama".  He was immediately arrested (as he should have been) and turned over to the Secret Service, was jailed and charged with threatening the life of the president.   However, in all the violent threats against George W. Bush, over years of anti Bush protests and foul rhetoric, nobody was ever arrested or charged!!!!   Surprising?   I do not think so, since the Media and many of the so- called law authorities agreed with the signs that advocated violence and death against G.W. Bush.

On one of the many "Kill Bush Websites" that appeared in the Google search, here are some of the 20-25 signs that were pictured from REAL  protests staged by anti-Bush Liberals.  The dates and the sites of the protests are indicated where available:

1. "Kill Terrorists.  Kill Bush.  Bomb his F—-ing House"    (date and place not indicated)

2. "Hang Bush For War Crimes"  (Los Angeles, October 27, 2007 anti-Bush protest)

3." Bush: The Only Dope Worth Shooting"  (March 15, 2008 anti- Bush rally in Los Angeles,CA)

4. "Death To Extremist Christian Terrorist Pig Bush"   (Oct 27, 2007 anti- Bush protest at San Francisco, CA)

5. "I’m Here To Kill Bush.  Shoot Me."   (unidentified place/date)

Then there were several photos of the protestors at these ralllies against George W. Bush. In one, a home made guillotine with Bush’s head in a basket is shown. (the head was made of something like papier mache)   There were several pictures of burning effigies of President Bush.  There were several pictures of the hanging of a Bush effigy.  Another grotesque picture showed the head of George Bush (once again a hand- made head) being held up as if it had been chopped off; it was dripping with fake blood.  Another photo was of a "Bush Whacker"….a guillotine with a chopped off head of George Bush in a basket (second reference to guillotines at anti- Bush rallies by Liberals)

Now, I would ask Paul Krugman (if I could show him this blog based on my "vain searches"for references to violence by anyone" in the Democratic camp)… if he cared to retract his statement made in his column that denounced the "violence" against those poor little Democrats he claimed were being threatened by those Violent and Evil Conservatives.

I do not trust reports of "violence" toward those who voted For the healthcare bill.  Like the New York Times has proven itself to be the "Paper (NOT) of Record, but the "Paper Of Continual Lies". (see Jason Lewis and other NYT reporters caught with their pants around their ankles after they "made up" stories that were published in that "Paper of Record" in the past 2-3 years.

So here’s to you Paul Krugman:  "Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire!"

The old testament book of Proverbs has much wisdom to lend.  One verse says "As a dog returns to its vomit, so a Fool returns to his folly."  Quite  vivid illustration.  For some reasons I thought of that proberb when I read two pieces in the FORUM about two traffic incidents/accidents that both occurred on the same day recently.

In one, a man in a hurry to get to lunch in Harwood, ND made a real "Fool’s" decision to go around a barricade on a flooded Cass County road and found himself nearly swept away in the still-rushing flood waters.   Sheriff Paul Laney of Cass County had another wise proverbial type of comment on that "decision"…that the driver was lucky his car was pulled out of the situation by the National Guard vehicle that came to the rescue instead of divers bringing out his body from the flood waters.  

In the other true automobile accident, one driver….who was driving after suspension of her license… plus driving uninsured…..made the Fool’s mistake of running a red light upon which she crashed into a vehicle of innocent people, injuring one enough that that person is now in "guarded condition" at a local hospital.  How many times have all of us seen a driver do that in Fargo-Moorhead….run a red light hoping to get someplace just a little bit faster?  I have come to hesitate even after a traffic light turns green because I have become fearful and extra cautious about those sorts of drivers….lawbreakers all of them.

I am so sorry for those people in the vehicle who were injured because of one driver’s idiocy.  I am sorry for the people who had to be called out to try to rectify another driver’s breaking a law by going around a flood barricade.   The "idolatry of busy-ness" takes two more tolls, as it does on a daily basis in many other ways.

I blogged this morning about a sad event for most of our family members—the death of Otto the beloved dog belonging to one son’s family.  This morning we buried Otto in our little pet graveyard and we wept on each others’ shoulders, embracing and hugging as we cried.  Then we went up to the house and had some toast…..a sure fire comfort food  for  our family.

Later, this afternoon, I decided I need to do some healing things to assuage the rawness in my inner self…the place where I feel like my emotions have had a bad fall and a bad painful abasion like I used to get on my knees when I fell off my roller skates or my bike at the age of 8-9-10.  The emotional pain was as real as the physical pain of getting a bad scrape that would bleed and fester for awhile or the open cuts that left a painful wound for a period of time also.  I need simple things to start healing.   I went to two Fargo library branches, (Main Downtown and Northport, to which I had never been before).

For me, libraries are most comforting places.  People who use libraries are a special kind of human being….they are gentle, mostly, they are interested in reading and searching out information for the love of learning or for the necessity of completing an assignment of some sort.  They are respectful of others and go about their library business in a silent and dignified way.  I love the atmosphere in libraries.  Then when I went up to Northport to get a Charles Dickens work that was not on the shelves at the Downtown site, I notice a pleasant odor in the hallway  that leads to the library in Northport….it is a closed- in walkway, and it had the sweet scent of olive oil….of all things.  But it did!!!!  People who work in libraries are comforting and helpful people also.   I always feel like those who work in a library setting have others in mind before themselves and it is a nice pleasant feeling to speak to them at the various desks. They are also patient and kind.

  I still recognize a man named Steve H at the main downtown library.  When I worked at LARL headquarters in the late 1970′s, Steve had been "on leave" from the Fargo library and was back early but not ready to resume his Fargo library job.  He came to the Moorhead headquarters and worked a few months with us and he was a wonderful library person…..really outstanding in Reference and always so helpful to people who needed help.  He would go the extra mile many times each day.  Now, I recognize an older Steve (and he probably wouldn’t recognize the older "me") but it is good to see him working the adult reference desk at Fargo’s downtown branch.  What I particularly remember about Steve is that he was an outstanding tennis player and he always rode his bike to work. He may have had to slow down a bit in both of those departments, but his fantastic sense of service and his store of  knowledge have not diminished, I am certain.

Then I stopped by the Dunn’s coffee station in the Downtown Fargo library hallway.  How any library goer who loves coffee can resist stopping at the Dunn’s shop would amaze me.  I cannot do it.  The coffee fragrance overwhelms me and  I always get a small cup of one of the daily coffees available.

On my way back to a grocery store in east Moorhead, I made another good decision about "healing"….I stopped by the old Dairy Queen on the corner of Main and 8th Street in Moorhead….a place I dearly love and have loved since it opened up in 1949 when I was still a child.  I stopped there many times when I was a student in college in Moorhead and I stopped today for the first time in 2010.  The cone was wonderful and I still had some Dunn’s coffee left; coffee and ice cream are good partners, in my opinion.

I also tuned in to the Public Radio’s classical music station and got further soothed by hearing some wonderful music….the overture to Wagner’s "Flying Dutcheman" opera and Mozart’s "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik"…two favorites.  There was another piece that thrilled me because it featured a quartet of French Horns which are the closest thing to heaven for me when I hear their harmony played in the distinctly majestic sound of French horns being played by real music pros.

All in all— it has been an afternoon that is getting me on the road to the healing I need after a sad and emotional morning of burying Otto… our wonderful "good boy" and the best of loyal friends.

I was surprised to find an article about the local/regional disagreements over the University of North Dakota keeping its "Fighting Sioux" team name and logo  in a national online news outlet.( Human Events)    On March 23, a piece by author Valerie Richardson told the story of a group from the ND Sioux nation taking a stand for keeping the nickname that others say they despise and say is demeaning….especially the national organization…I guess it is the NCAA.

Eunice Davidson, a member of the Spirit Lake Sioux, was quoted in Richardson’s article. "Whenever I hear ‘Fighting Sioux’ I’ve always been proud of it.  People who say they doin’t like it–I don’t understand that.  To seems to me to be a real positive thing."

Some North Dakotans, the article continues, do not see it from Davidson’s viewpoint.  The North Dakota State Board of Higher Education  have agreed that they are sick of the tribal nickname for UND teams.  I think that many on the faculty of UND are in agreement with the Board of Education also.  Plus many other members of Sioux groups in ND oppose the nickname and call it a humiliating thing, a negative reference to their people.  The debate in North Dakota has dragged on for five years since the NCAA ruled that all Indian mascot names should be done away with.   The NCAA ruled that any college or university retaining their Indian mascot names would be ineligible for  post-season play in all sports apparently. But this ruling has not been carried out to the degree it sounded like when it first was made. Florida’s "Seminoles" still enter the field of play with a person dressed as a Seminole warrior mounted on a Seminole war horse, in full war regalia.  The University of Utah still has its team name, the "Utes" who are the original people who lived in Utah….an Indian nation.  I think there are more, as well, but I cannot say for sure which ones still used Indian mascot names for their sports team.  he NCAA has obviously backed down in some cases.

The "Fighting Sioux" of North  Dakota seem to have been singled out for special attention from the NCAA.  An agreement between the NCAA and the state gives UND until November 30, 2010 to reach a decision about the "Fighting Sioux" team name.   To keep the nickname, there are two Sioux tribes who must give their Okay to the name…..the Spirit Lake Sioux and the Standing Rock Sioux.  The Spirit Lake tribal council has already sanctioned the Fighting Sioux name after 67% of tribe voted in favor of it.  But the Standing Rock tribe is an entirely different matter.  Under the leadership of Ron His Horse Is Thunder, who is a staunch opponent of the nickname for the UND teams….that tribal council has refused to okay the nickname.  

Now there is a legal battle with the Spirit Lake tribe trying to get an extension on the November 30 deadline because  a new Standing Rock chairman, Charles Murphy (who favors the Fighting Sioux name) will probably not be able to have the vote from his tribal members before the November deadline.   The Spirit Lake lawsuit has gone all the way to the ND Supreme Court who was supposed to rule by March 23.    Does anyone know of the outcome of that ruling?    I have not seen anything about it. 

The State Education Board has vowed to keep up the battle to eliminate the nickname and along with the American Indian Movement, are determined to kill the Fighting Sioux name forever.

I wonder what the UND teams will be named if this battle is won by the opponents?  UND alumni have already threatened to withdraw all financial support for the university if the name is changed.  The repercussions either way the decision goes will have huge consequences no matter what is the final result on this troublesome issue that has been raging for half a dozen years already.