Now’s the time boy. Make a run for it. Head for the hills.
Avoid people. You won’t be able to tell the good guys from the bad guys. Some might harbor you and keep you safe. However others might turn you in for the publicity. You can survive on fruits fallen from trees. Stay under cover. Run, Bo, Run.
While you are kept captive, leashed to that horrible name, you have to be watchful every second. You don’t know what you are living with. None of us completely do.
For instance, your “master”, the one who promised once again for the third or fourth time to keep completely focused on the economy, turned his focus away from the economy to express compassion for this guy:
“The L.A. Times reports that Michael Vick has been released from prison, the rest of his sentence to be served at his 3,538-square-foot home in Hampton, Va., with the expectation that he will be officially released from Federal custody on July 20th.
There has been widespread speculation as to whether Vick will return to his lucrative football career, and which teams would be willing to take the PR hit involved in hiring him. Although NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell characterized Vick’s actions as “not only illegal, but also cruel and reprehensible,” he has declined to make a decision on whether Vick could be reinstated as an NFL player until his sentence is officially over.
Some commentators have argued that Vick should be allowed to play because he “made a mistake” and has now “paid his debt.” Perhaps these people are under the mistaken impression that all Michael Vick did was fight some Pit Bulls. But dog fighting, as cruel a crime as it is, is the least of what Michael Vick did.
According to the prosecutor’s statement of facts in the case, between 2002 and 2007 Michael Vick and his co-conspirators Purnell Peace, Quanis Phillips and Tony Taylor killed thirteen dogs by various methods including wetting one dog down and electrocuting her, hanging, drowning and shooting others and, in at least one case, by slamming a dog’s body to the ground.
Michael Vick didn’t make a mistake. He didn’t “make a bad choice.” Over a period of five years he forced dogs into deadly fights, and he personally killed, or conspired to kill, thirteen dogs. He didn’t pick a quick, painless method of killing, but instead chose a variety of means that qualify as torture. Pit Bulls are powerful dogs. Imagine how hard you would have to work to kill a Pit Bull by forcibly drowning him.”
That Vick guy was released and given a lucrative contract to play football. He’s now a celebrity hero. And your “master” Barack Obama thinks that is just grand.Barack. Even on a vacation he can disappoint. What a gift he has, no?
It's really amazing to me that there are still people who delude themselves that (a) Barack works hard and (b) he's working to better the life of the average person.
We came back to California today, the kids and I. In a way, I felt bad because I would've loved to have stayed for New Year's. But it just would have been a scheduling nightmare. If we'd stayed for Friday, we would have been sluggish on Saturday (due to the party) and that would likely mean, "Stay till Sunday and go to church." So I made the return tickets for today and stuck to it.
I felt so bad though because the kids wanted to stay with their grandparents some more and with their nieces and nephews. But I just know it would have been maddening to try to pull that off. Church on Sunday morning and come back to California on the same day? And go to work on Monday?
It just wouldn't have happened.
The kids are fine now that we're back. Primarily because they're high on candy and snacks (thank you, Jess, for getting them healthy snacks!). They left for my folks before Christmas. So they didn't get their presents from me. (It's a nightmare carrying things on and off planes.) So they've got their Christmas and are having a wonderful time. They'll probably be up until two in the morning.
And I got to see my gifts too. Dona and C.I. gifted me with a ton of books and the one I am going to read as soon as I post this is Chris Hedges' Death Of The Liberal Class. I cannot wait to read that.
But before I even open the book, I'm taking a few Tylenol. I had the worst headache on the plane. And it wasn't the kids. They were wonderful. Seasoned travelers is how they see themselves. But I just had the worst headache. At one point, it was so bad, I just wanted to scream.
"Iraq snapshot" (The Common Ills):