A Rare Political Commentary (complete with cussing)

Here in the good old US of A, we have this thing called freedom of choice. B. Obama, last I checked, was a citizen.  Where he gets his dog has nothing to do with his job, his duty to the country or anything that is anybody else's business but his immediate family's.

I feel bad that he feels the need to cite allergies, etc.  I, for one, wish he'd just say "I picked that dog  because that's the dog I wanted-kiss my ass if you don't like it."

I support animal rescue and I support ethical breeders.  They are not mutually exclusive.  The dog overpopulation problem has very little to do with ethical breeders and everything to do with people who are ignorant about what true dog ownership involves.  Shutting down all the breeders and dictating that we all rescue shelter dogs is not going to change the problem-the problem people will STILL get their dogs wherever, and then allow them to breed.

I'd like to make up T-shirts that say "CAUSE I WANTED TO-KISS MY ASS IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT"  but only rednecks would wear them and they'd wait till they ended up at the thrift store for 99 cents.

Other T-shirts I'd like to make:

I LIKE my chihuahua-KISS my ass if you don't.

I LIKE my snakes-KISS my ass if you don't.

I LIKE......ok, you get the idea I'm sure.

Maybe I should just make one that says 

I LIKE SAYING KISS MY ASS

Tuesday

I feel kind of bad (but not too bad, it's just a blog) about how inconsistent I have been lately in posting. So I am going to write this on Sunday night to go out Tuesday morning since I'm spending tomorrow (Monday) on the road with both my parents looking at the leaves. Tuesday I've got to find my voter registration card, go vote, pick up the cat who has been at the vet and recover from an 8 hour or more drive with my parents, sort out grumpy animals who are not used to being left alone all day, etc. etc.

Our human ability to see the future is both a blessing and a curse, isn't it? I've just given you a synopsis of my next two days for you to read as a recap two days from now. No wonder I never know what fucking day it is.

I haven't posted much because I just haven't felt, well, "chatty" and I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing. I did spontaneously conceive and create Senita's Opera......and I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing, but it was fun. When scene one, the Spanish tableau with rose rocks, Fiesta Ware and the parrot resulted in a near seizure on behalf of the bird, I said "screw it" and just went with what worked for all of us. Then I discovered the caption function on Youtube.

I'm just running on blind stupid faith right now. I don't know why I am here or what I'm supposed to be doing (and just in case anyone is so inclined, I don't want to be TOLD the answer, so if you think you know, shut the fuck up). I have a few ideas kicking around in my head, but nothing just seizes me with desire to go out and do it. Once upon a time I would just pick one and run, because life is short, yadda yadda. Now I think, life is short, why bother rushing? If it ends before you are done, so what? Watching Uncle John has taught me that it is far worst NOT to end before you are done.

Geeze, this so out of synch with the world, because when YOU read this it will be in the midst of one of the most exciting political events in our nation's history and my Sunday night musings will seem trivial, as they are. So here, on Sunday night, I'm putting this out into the Universe-PLEASE let it be Obama.......

I know it's not rational, because I don't actually know that other person/persons-but they have become the embodiment of everything that has ever oppressed me. That might not be all that irrational come to think about it-they ARE the embodiment of most things that have oppressed me. And I really need to see someone NOT like THEM to win the top spot. Cause, then I'll know, that there are more like me than not....and I think that might make me feel better.