Election Day Morning Meditation, 2008
Today I'm not going to try to make you laugh or cry.
I'm not even going to urge you to vote, as I know you did already, good dollins.
Instead, let's take a moment together, sit still and breathe.
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May all beings benefit from the results of this election.
May we honor and respect all beings.
May we endeavor to save all beings, beginning with ourselves.
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Blessings to all of us, in this nation and throughout the entire planet.
You may also light a virtual candle to commemorate this - or any - day.
Today I'm Going to Make You Cry
This helped my election jitters more than Xanax or even IV sedation ever could.
From the vast archive of Obama videos on YouTube, this is the very noble Mr. Charles Alexander, 86 years old, of Colorado. He is an Obama volunteer who won a raffle to have a one-on-one with Senator Obama.
Are you sitting down? 'Got your tissue box? Cell phone off? Okay, go - and don't say that I didn't warn you.
Obama/Biden '08. For hope and not fear.
My Hips Don't Lie
All righty then, I'm over my snit about the Haters and Doubters. That doesn't imply that this blog is now open season for neocon trolls, it simply means that I have stopped frothing at the mouth whenever I get an email or comment with information such trolls urgently want to share like - Obama's going to raise your taxes/Obama is a terrorist/Obama is the anti-Christ/Obama hates your dog/Obama's doing your mama.
Bah! Bogus and childish stuff, most especially the indelicate notion about my 75 year old mother. She's an elderly Filipina lady who would just as soon whack anyone's face with her adobo stirring spoon, much less allow herself to be "done". Certainly, the dignified Senator Obama would never "do" her or anyone's mama, but, as a Hawaiian guy, he would be happy to do a plate of Mom's adobo. The bottom line - Obama will be cutting taxes for the vast majority of Americans, so he's not going to "do" anybody, even the wealthy, as the data indicates everybody fares better economically when a Democrat is in the White House.
What Barack Obama can do is a few perfect pull-ups right before a speech.
This is a perfect segue to discuss something that I did and I don't know how ah dunnit:
I sustained a fracture at the top of my right thigh bone, a 2.0ish cm crack across the greater trochanter blatantly visible on xray and painfully evident in my gait.
I started hurting and limping three weeks ago. At first I thought it was arthritis, being a junior elderly Filipina lady and all. Never wanting to be a wuss, I carried on with my activities including taking a mini vacation to Maui, power-gardening, professional Jack Russell Terrier wrangling and associating with the house hooligans, Molly and her boyfriend Jordy. But, my body hollered "BULLSHIT!" with this delusional behavior - every time I pulled myself up from the poolside lounger at the Maui resort, emerge from a car, or rise from the spot of dirt where I've been planting, I have to lean on anything in the vicinity that would lend support - a husband or a garden rake would do - and avoid bearing weight on my right leg. Then, I have to gird my loins and try to put one foot in front of the other, cussing every time my right foot touches the ground. After a minute or so of hobbling and muttering the eff word, I find my pace and limp to the nearest bottle of ibuprofen or rum. Or both.
Last week I thought it may be a good idea to get this painful business evaluated. Our beloved family doctor (a real family practitioner who tends to everyone around me - Molly, Hubs and my ex/Moll's dad) tested my range of motion on the exam table and I actually cried. That pissed me off as I have a longstanding record for stoicism at the doctor's. I am a macho chick who delivered her daughter without drugs, survived a needle biopsy that went deep into my left boob, had a skin tag adjacent to my eye clipped with a sharp little scissors and more. I deserved stickers, if not major lollipop action for each and every one of my acts of courage. But this time, I whimpered with tears streaming down my cheeks. No sticker for you, crybaby.
As mentioned, x-rays were done. The tech gave me a yet-unread copy for my orthopedic appointment on Monday. This was a serious error on her part as I know enough medicine to get myself in trouble. I spend at least an hour a day holding the films up to a window, obsessing over the crack line at the top of my thigh bone and observing with horror that my left leg rides higher up on my pelvis than my right. When I get to the ortho doc's on Monday, I'll take a pic of the x-rays against a proper light box for you. In the meantime, this is what I've been looking at -
My right leg is to the left. The greater trochanter is the outward bulge at the top of the femur opposite the femoral head (the ball in the hip socket). I don't have Photoshop on my MacBook, but I provide some notes on the flickr version of this trainwreck.
Okay, who wants a MaiTai with an Advil back? Pouring and dosing now, dollins. Get in line. I'm first.
Gov. Palin's Ignorance and Ruthless Ambitions
While I've been tracking Hurricane Gustav and spending as much summery deck time as I can, I've also been tracking the election issues, convention news and controversies. And, I have the following things to say to the World Wide Web about Governor Sarah Palin's pregnant, unmarried 17 year old daughter and Governor Palin herself:
We must leave this child alone. We must not judge this child. We must support and honor her choice to maintain this pregnancy.
The big offenders of such an imperative would not be the liberal blogosphere given that the ideal of reproductive choice emerged from progressive political ideology.
Rather, it will be the conservative bloggers who will flaunt this story for all its worth to them. It would be the right wing who will raise this young woman high on their shoulders, point to her belly and squawk something about family values. Exploiting much?
What must be judged here is this - Governor Palin's profound lack of sensitivity and willingness to haul her daughter into the international spotlight in order to plow ahead on her twisted path to power. This is cruelty of a particularly nasty nature and exposes Governor Palin as completely ignorant of the misery, embarrassment and shame that any normal 17 year old girl would feel in this predicament. In adding this burden on to her daughter's back, Governor Palin has betrayed herself as the extreme opposite of holding "family first".
Sure, I'm all about breaking the glass ceiling, but using your kid's head to crack through that glass is an ugly way to do it.
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