Sometimes, success is measured in the eye of the beholder.

I’ve been working like mad trying to get my house in order so that I can go tear my Mother’s house apart.  I’ve made tremendous progress and tonight, I will be eating my first meal cooked in my kitchen on my plates with my silverware.  Then I will wash dishes in my sink, and maybe even put them back where they belong in the shelves.  It really doesn’t take much.

I ran up to Fairfield today and packed the bulk  of Mother’s china hutch.  It took three dish tubs.  I have one left.  My Dad is having such a tough time.  It’s hard for him to help, and since I’m basically cut from the exact same cloth, I know it’s got to be brutal for him.  I don’t know if he’s figured out or not, but I’m living closer than I have in 30 years.  Actually, when I moved out I was a lot farther away.  I’ll be able to bring him over here and put him to work on projects.  He’s upset about losing his garage and I get that.  The real estate market has changed dramatically since the moved 9 years ago.  If we got him a garage, he’d have to build a loft in it so he had someplace to sleep.  Parkinson’s is a terrible disease.  As soon as I get settled, I’m going to get involved on some level.  They’re fighting an uphill battle with our jackass President who is using religious politics to stymie research.  I wish for him the same fate as Reagan.  Reagan could have been spared through stem cell research, his son spoke up and said as much.  It’s science, and it’s showing promise.  Ronnie doesn’t want to be wandering the streets in his pj’s and I don’t want to be face planting in the begonias when I get old.  I’m going to work to further the research that might save my life, or at least improve the quality.

Tomorrow starts week 2 of the four week workout schedule.  Week 2 is always better than week one.  I’m getting stronger as the stress level from the move and finding the folks a condo is disapating.  I should have my superpowers back in another week or two.  Weight is stuck at 208.  Today has been an epic free day with bacon and eggs and german chocolate cake and tonight a New York and a potato baked in my new oven.  Yeah, it’s like that.

Random thoughts

9/11

Yesterday was September 11th. I wonder about the motivation for some of what was done yesterday. I think a lot of it had to do with political gain. I did a lot of reading about the actual event in the years past. I’ve read Heart of a Soldier. It’s about Rick Rescorla. He was the head of security at Morgan Stanley Dean Witter. He predicted the 9/11 attacks and no one would listen to him. The Port Authority told him to go back upstairs and take care of Morgan Stanley. Instead, he had an old Army buddy that was a Muslim and he got intelligence from him. He drilled the employees on evacuation routes and he ignored the building’s stay in place order that morning. All but 9 Morgan Stanley employees survived. Rick was last seen going back up to the 73rd floor with his security detail to clear the floors. If you’ve read We Were Soldiers Once and Young, not Mel Gibson’s half assed adaptation, you’ll see that Rick was a hero in Viet Nam as well. His Bravo Company came to the rescue of the column that was torn apart by the Viet Cong.

Another guy that didn’t make it was John O’Neil. He was the Chief of Security for the World Trade Center. He’d been on the job 11 days. John O’Neil was the FBI’s leading expert on Al Qaeda, but he didn’t fit into the FBI mold, so he went into the private sector. His body was recovered on September 22, 2001.

I watched a special on the 9/11 Commission report yesterday. I’ve got a copy of the report, I just haven’t gotten through it yet. Condoleeza Rice looked terrible in the hearings trying to explain why they ignored the August 6, 2001 bulletin that said Al Qaeda attack imminent. How she got to be Secretary of State is beyond me. I thought she was out of her league at NSA. I wonder if other Heads of States look at each other after meeting our government and shake their heads and say “American morons”.

Richard Clarke is another one. If anyone actually read his book, they would know that he was fed up with our government. Years of our government. The Bush Administration was just the icing on the cake. His book has a great story about Clinton being furious with the Blackhawk Down situation. He called them all in and slammed his fist on the table and said essentially “We will not lose another man on my watch” and we didn’t. I wish for the sake of our Armed Forces someone had said that, say right before we went into Iraq. I wish that someone who weaseled around to avoid their Viet Nam service (Cheney, Rove, Bush himself) had demonstrated the same compassion for today’s youth. I wish someone had slammed their fist on the table and said “Bring me Usama bin Laden!” I wish that for my friend’s who’s sons and daughters and husbands are over there.

Wine Train

Ok, I have absolutely no desire to go on the Wine Train. I don’t even really understand why it exists. I wouldn’t mind the stop at Grgich Hills if it were a day when Mike Grgich met the train. That would be cool. Besides making great wine now, Mike Grgich made the Chateau Montelena Chardonnay that beat the French whites in the Paris tasting of 1976, long thought to be the shot over the bow announcing California’s arrival on the wine scene. Anyway, we took a run up to St. Helena yesterday. I got a hard to come by appointment at Spottswoode. I knew it was a family winery and I knew it was woman owned and run. I’d heard good things about the wine. The wine is excellent. They make three wines and a second label. A Cabernet Sauvignon, a Merlot and a Sauvignon Blanc. They were already out of the Merlot, we didn’t even get to taste that one. There was only Cab to taste and I think you could buy the Sauvignon Blanc, but we had an ADD moment and never followed through. It’s a gorgeous old estate and the two wines they served us were amazing. Both well balanced, developed and elegant. The wine dogs are Murphy and Riley and they went right up to me. I am sort of a dog whisperer. The matriarch, Mary Novak, was hanging around doing things and at 75 looked to be spry, to say the least. I was expecting a much older woman that the one I met in the hallway. Keep it up girl!

Then we stopped at Freemark Abbey to pick up my shipment. They’ve been sold, although Ted Edwards and Tim Bell, currently remain there. I’ve noticed the change. All the old tasting room staff is gone. The prices have definitely gone up. The 2002 Bosche is typically excellent, but they were pouring a 1991 Bosche as well. It was priced at $140 and finished with mint and eucalyptus. Are you kidding me? I’m glad I haven’t any 1991 in my cellar. I do have a 1994 and I will keep an eye on it.

From there we went to Dean and DeLucca for lunch. I love a roast beast sandwich on sourdough and they made theirs with smoked gouda and horseradish. We split a bottle of Tofanelli 2004 Charbono. It needed a minute to open up, but it was perfect for lunch.

BFL

I’m sort of trying to get back into the swing of things, even though I haven’t a functional kitchen. I’ve started a new 4 week cycle at the gym, and added cardio, since I’m only 4 minutes from the gym now. Current weigh in: 208. I’d like to break 200 by my birthday. We’ll see.

Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

Through the Looking Glass

Two weeks ago, they did a colonoscopy on Bush. I fully expected the announcement that they had found his brain. None came. Then a week later, they operated on Cheney’s heart. I’m surprised they found one. I’m just waiting to see which politico will discover some courage and put and end to this nonsense. Maybe it will be Alberto Gonzalez who will step up to the plate and fall on his sword. They didn’t need a spine in the Wizard of Oz, did they?

Say what?

For some reason MSNBC feels compelled repeatedly to put Pat Buchannan on their morning show. Personally, coming out of the shower and hearing his voice makes me want to stab my eyes out. Today, he was talking about the infrastructure in this country and how we had to address how it’s crumbling and how we were spending spending spending but not investing and…say what? Who are you? You must stop this rhetoric immediately. I cannot hear you speak another word that makes sense to me. It’s kind of like when I heard Al Sharpton talk and he was making sense. Stop this immediately.

The Farm

Tile Guy has completed the first of his honey-do projects. It’s beautiful. I’m going to seal it tomorrow morning. I’m still trying to get the pan installed in the shower. Saturday afternoon after I sent Wanker Plumbers and their $4500 bid packing I received a call from Hassan. He is the guy who did the work at Toyon. He came over and looked at the job. He won’t do anything that isn’t to code, which is why I like him. He knows the code and sticks to it. He’s installing the pan, fixing the drain, changing out the controls so I have one of those pressure things, so when a toilet flushes somewhere else in the house I don’t scald, running the natural gas line AND installing the icemaker. $800 plus parts. Tomorrow morning I’m going to seal the slate and then take off for a day in the wine country. We have reservations at Chappellet and Bistro Jeanty for dinner. I have a rough sketch of some other trouble to be had.

Technical Difficulties

The Pink Bunny will be moving to another platform over the weekend. (Like I didn’t have enough to do). You may have to re-register and The Pink Bunny may be a little FUBAR for the next few days, but I’ll be back in business by the beginning of the week…Good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise.

This morning’s weigh in:208

I’m going to start another official challenge on Monday.

Passages

With the assistance of one of my unemployed friends, some major work occured over the weekend. The back patio door would not even close. OK, it’s worse in this picture, and my buddy is busy taking a time out. Slacker.

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Actually, she doesn’t want to drink water from the bowl like Beauregard has to and she’s just complaining. After much adeau (I’m sure my Mother will correct the spelling there) we got the French doors installed. They haven’t trued up yet, because we also discovered the real reason men don’t read instructions. The perceived reason is arrogance and machismo. The real reason is vanity and disorganization. Neither of us could find our reading glasses so we don’t know what the instructions said. So we guess and make jokes. And decide to surf the internet on Monday for instructions on how to true a door. Apparently shims aren’t optional. Who knew? So we moved on to the front door, after we got the French doors somewhat even, or more appropriately close enough for government work…well, better than that, they do close AND open. So we decided that 5 hours in 100 degree weather wasn’t a good day, we had to replace the front door too. Now, all friends volunteer longer than they should with the helpful addition of beer. Now with beer in place we take on the front door.

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If it is possible, the instructions were printed in #1 font. I’m pretty sure. Just like the French doors, we were unable to true the doors. Once again shims are not optional, but in spite of ourselves:

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It’s great to have good friends (who are also taller than you) to help with jobs like this. Tomorrow night, I will reset the front door with the Attorney’s assistance, and shim the back and I should be in business.

With all this excitement going on at The Farm, you might think I wasn’t following my Body for Life program. You would be wrong. Not only am I following it, but I’ve been to a Spin and Lift class. Sounds a little like doing laundry, but what it really does is 30 minutes of Spinning class followed by 30 minutes of weight training. No problem for the Powerlifter…right? Wrongo. This high rep low weight crap hurts. 3000 bicep curls. 800,000 crunches, I’m pretty sore in places I don’t usually work out. This week’s food:

  • Breakfast
  • Cereal, milk and 1/2 grapefruit
  • Snack
  • Beef jerkey and Yoplait ff yogurt
  • Lunch
  • Chicken breast on a whole wheat bun
  • Snack
  • Grapes and string cheese
  • Dinner
  • Swordfish, watermelon and asparagus
  • Dessert
  • Strawberries and ricotta cheese.

Happy Birthday to Elliot Richardson. I suspect someone will be asked very soon to do what you did. I hope they have the same respect for country and the Constitution that you did.

Stuck on Stupid

If you don’t educate the people, they won’t know you’re telling lies. I’m pretty sure that’s the Republican edict. Here’s a perfect example:

NEW YORK – A foiled plot to blow up a jet fuel pipeline under John F.
Kennedy International Airport drew attention to what counterterrorism
experts
have warned could be a key target.
On Saturday, three men, one
of them a
former member of Guyana’s parliament, were arrested and one was
being sought in
Trinidad as part of a plan that intended to “cause greater
destruction than in
the Sept. 11 attacks” in a neighborhood surrounding the
airport, according to an
indictment.
It was the first threat against
Buckeye Pipe Line Co., which
operates petroleum conduits in 18 states, the
company said. Its pumping facility
in Linden, N.J., has 45 storage tanks
pumps turbine fuel, gasoline, diesel and
other fuel and heating oils through
two 12-inch pipes to customers in New York
City, including JFK and LaGuardia
airports. The network totals 35 miles within
the city alone.

Except…that’s not what happens when you light up a jet fuel pipeline. This is what happens:

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Yup. That’s a jet fuel pipeline that hooks up to Oakland International Airport. A construction crew cut that by accident back in 2004. It went boom. It did not however, blow up all of Walnut Creek, Lafayette, Orinda, Berkeley, Oakland or Oakland International Airport. It just went boom. It did kill the guy who cut the line and another guy. It did severely burn some dudes. It did not expand because jet fuel needs air in order to burn. Apparently the United States Federal Goverment doesn’t know that little tidbit about jet fuel. Yeah, raise the alert level to BROWN=Shit for Brains.

This morning’s weigh in:

Weight 212

Fat 36.4

BMI 36.1

Missing the point on immigration

The right wing of this country is spending oodles of time and money beefing up the border patrols and immigration sweeps and building a freaking ridiculous wall to keep the Mexicans from crossing the borders and taking jobs away from Americans. Except that ship has sailed and the jobs have been already taken away from Americans. Not by Mexicans and Guatemalans and Central Americans swimming across the Rio Grande, but by corporate wankers outsourcing our jobs to India and the Philippines and Pakistan. Not one Guatemalan walked across the Arizona desert to become a title officer for six dollars an hour. Plenty of engineers in India have stayed home and taken my job for $16 per day. I was making around $65 per hour. Who is the real threat to my personal security? Bill Foley, John Harritt, Parker Kennedy and the like. Bill Foley more than the others as he is the one who ruined the title insurance business. It used to be a business based on researching the records. There didn’t used to be title problems because the back room of the title companies solved the problems. Geeks and miscreants who had no real place in society methodically researched each recorded document and posted it in their respective title plants. In the mid 70’s many of these title plants became computerized. Then in 1988 Bill Foley, the burger flipper, bought the old Western Title, the stalwart of the business back then, and turned title insurance into burger flipping. Staff became instantly expendable, like the are right now. There is no loyalty from the companies and employees have no loyalty back to the companies, and rightly so. A guy I’ve known for 30 years who probably has 35 to 40 years with the same company, just got laid off last week. That is beyond wrong. No one swam across the Rio Grande or ran across the Arizona desert to take his job. His job was outsourced to India.

The same things has occurred in the tech field. We’ve all called HP support and gotten Pasha who can barely be understood and who will not tell you what country she is located in. She will read from a script and frustrate you to the end of time. Eventually, you’ll figure out your printer on your own.

It’s time we pointed to the real problem. It’s not people coming into this country, it’s jobs going out. The Bush Adminstration will puff there chests and tell you how many jobs they created, but they didn’t create jobs for displaced people like me. They didn’t create jobs for engineers. They did not create telecom jobs. They allowed their corporate buddies to ship those overseas. Their new jobs are pulling shots for Starbucks. Not quality career opportunities. Jobs that we don’t want to do, like sweeping floors and cleaning toilets, picking strawberries, jobs that are in the soft transient worker catagory are the jobs being done by the guys that have come into this country illegally. And all I have to say about that is, I’m glad they’re working and not living on the dole. Now lets bring back the real jobs that the corporate wankers have sent to other countries and get the real Americans off the dole.

Missing the point on immigration

The right wing of this country is spending oodles of time and money beefing up the border patrols and immigration sweeps and building a freaking ridiculous wall to keep the Mexicans from crossing the borders and taking jobs away from Americans. Except that ship has sailed and the jobs have been already taken away from Americans. Not by Mexicans and Guatemalans and Central Americans swimming across the Rio Grande, but by corporate wankers outsourcing our jobs to India and the Philippines and Pakistan. Not one Guatemalan walked across the Arizona desert to become a title officer for six dollars an hour. Plenty of engineers in India have stayed home and taken my job for $16 per day. I was making around $65 per hour. Who is the real threat to my personal security? Bill Foley, John Harritt, and the like. Bill Foley more than the others as he is the one who ruined the title insurance business. It used to be a business based on researching the records. There didn’t used to be title problems because the back room of the title companies solved the problems. Geeks and miscreants who had no real place in society methodically researched each recorded document and posted it in their respective title plants. In the mid 70’s many of these title plants became computerized. Then in 1988 Bill Foley, the burger flipper, bought the old Western Title, the stalwart of the business back then, and turned title insurance into burger flipping. Staff became instantly expendable, like the are right now. There is no loyalty from the companies and employees have no loyalty back to the companies, and rightly so. A guy I’ve known for 30 years who probably has 35 to 40 years with the same company, just got laid off last week. That is beyond wrong. No one swam across the Rio Grande or ran across the Arizona desert to take his job. His job was outsourced to India.

The same things has occurred in the tech field. We’ve all called HP support and gotten Pasha who can barely be understood and who will not tell you what country she is located in. She will read from a script and frustrate you to the end of time. Eventually, you’ll figure out your printer on your own.

It’s time we pointed to the real problem. It’s not people coming into this country, it’s jobs going out. The Bush Adminstration will puff there chests and tell you how many jobs they created, but they didn’t create jobs for displaced people like me. They didn’t create jobs for engineers. They did not create telecom jobs. They allowed their corporate buddies to ship those overseas. Their new jobs are pulling shots for Starbucks. Not quality career opportunities. Jobs that we don’t want to do, like sweeping floors and cleaning toilets, picking strawberries, jobs that are in the soft transient worker category are the jobs being done by the guys that have come into this country illegally. And all I have to say about that is, I’m glad they’re working and not living on the dole. Now lets bring back the real jobs that the corporate wankers have sent to other countries and get the real Americans off the dole.

Bon Mots and Cheap Shots

With a nod to Herb Caen:

This is not how you support the troops!

This morning I’m driving down Treat en route to my morning workout. As I turn onto Treat this guy behind me is totally up my ass. Strangely, I’m driving the speed limit, it’s 5:30 in the morning. One guy driving a mini-van and he guns it and goes around me and speeds off down Treat at least 60 mph in a 40 mph zone. As he whizzes by I see the “Support our Troops” yellow ribbon. Now where I come from, wasting gas because you’re a selfish bastard so my friend’s sons can risk their lives in Iraq does not support the troops. It puts them in grave danger and if you’re not willing to do your fair share, you’re an asshole buddy. I’m really sick and tired of this entitlement attitude that people in this country have adopted. (which I also blame on Reagan) We are part of a greater society and we need to do our part, individually, to be a responsible member of that society. Nuff said.

Oh, don’t quit now…

Hey Bush Administration! Would it break the bank to give the troops that last .5% pay raise? Especially after those bonuses paid to the Veteran’s Administration? Gee GW, for a PFC we’d be talking $6.00 a month. Do you think you can spare it? Pay our service people. You disgust me.

This is how you do it

This morning’s weigh in:

Weight 212
Fat 36.3
BMI 36.2

It’s nice to live in a neighborhood

Last night as I got home from my walk with Beauregard, we saw a little white dog in the middle of the street. When ever I see a dog in the street, I do my best to get them out of the street safely. I always think of Scooby. This was a little albino chihuahua. The little guy was scared as shit. A neighbor lady came out and tried to coax him over to her, he kept going up the street, so I got in the car and drove past him and up the street hoping to cut him off at the pass but he was way too scared. He started running towards Treat and got past me. I figured letting him get to Treat was more dangerous than just walking away. He ran into some one’s yard and we left some dog treats out for him and hoped for the best. It’s nice to know people will try and help. I hope the little guy was okay. Treat is where my friend’s Doberman Bud was hit by a car around 10 or 15 years ago. She lives off Treat and someone broke into her house and there was all 95 pound of Bud, ready for some thief tartar. He chased them but they got away. Unfortunately, he was hit by a car on Treat. She found him laying in the median. They rushed him to Contra Costa Emergency Veterinarian and they saved his life, to the tune of $10,000 back then. My friend told me she could never put her dog down for doing his job. I learned something from her that day.

Why Washington Mutual Bank sucks hind tit

Three weeks ago, I put an ad on Craigslist to sell my 2001 525i. Shouldn’t be that much of a stretch. I needed the title, so I pulled $11,500 out of my brokerage account and deposited it into my Washington Mutual Bank checking account. I put this check in the bank on April 15th while walking Beauregard. On April 18th, I checked my brokerage account and the check had cleared, so WAMU had the money. I called them to let them know and ask them to release the hold.

No, we can’t release that hold.
Really? But you already have my money.
Procedure says we can’t release that money.
Oh yes you can and you will.
No, that money can only be released by the branch that took the deposit, they put the hold on it. You have to go in there.

I got iced by the Ass Clowns at Alliance Title, last October. Since February, I’ve been working in San Francisco. I leave the house at 7am and don’t return until 6pm. I can’t make it to the bank around the corner from my house while their open. Sorry. So on April 25th, the pay off check to BMW came through WAMU. No one, not one soul with a brain looked at my account or that check or any thing else. They just bounced it AND charged me $27 even though they had the money already. No one took into consideration that I had been writing checks to BMW for years. No one considered that the check in question was a check from me, to me, endorsed my me or the fact that I’ve had an account with them, complete with direct deposit for 10 years!

So I gather up all my crap and go down to the WAMU in the financial district. Low and behold, this girl could have released the hold, but the ass pirates at 1-800-788-7000 wouldn’t tell me that. They did tell me that the branch put the hold on the check which was also a lie. I talked to the branch yesterday and they don’t even look at ATM deposits, the send them directly to Chatsworth. Liars. Now it’s too late and the check has bounced, but she can at least reverse the charges and give me a cashier’s check with no charge. Now I have BMW’s $15 returned item charge and FEDEX both ways at $23.92 and $24.03 respectively because by now I have have a purchaser for the car. Don’t ask me why FEDEX charges $14.10 for corporate rate to anywhere in the country but J.Q. Public gets it up the butt. Anyway, I was expecting around $40 in FEDEX charges, but it ended up to be $47.95 plus the $15.00, plus the extra interest for two weeks which turned out to be $7.00 for a total of $69.95 pissed out the window because of who I do business with.

The truth of the matter is, it’s our money. Every one of us. They had use of that $11,000 for 11 days. They made interest on it in overnight floats. It is unconscionable that they make that money and then make more money off of me and then cost me nearly $70 more dollars because of their incompetence. Unfortunately, at the end of the day, they’re all the same.

Housing Alert

I think I might have gotten that place…we’ll see. It’s a dump…

Danger -Rant Ahead

Some poor schmuck made the assertation that AB 1634, which is the mandatory spay neuter bill in the State of California was the fault of the Democrats and their big government mentality and that the Republicans are all for personal responsibilty. So away I went:

What a steaming pile of horse crap.

It’s not about big government, it’s about issues. Turn off Fox. If there weren’t thousands of dogs being picked up by the dog catchers, if there weren’t numerous cases of dog maulings by intact animals, this wouldn’t be an issue. San Francisco has had two high profile maulings in the last few years. One was the lacrosse coach, the other was the boy killed by the family dogs while his mother grocery shopped. If the owners of these dogs had been responsible, no one would be calling for any laws and I wouldn’t have to punish Jackie Spieirs every other week.

If people would take personal responsibility for their actions, legislation would not even be considered. Personal responsibility extends all the way to the White House. Karl Rove hides emails that tell the real truth about the laws he’s broken. He needs to be a man step up to the plate and take responsibility. Mr. I don’t Recall needs to step up to the plate and take responsibility. Even Bush recalls meetings that Gonzalez didn’t recall. Either he’s a moron or a liar. Either way he shouldn’t be the AG. Republicans need to walk the walk if they’re going to talk the talk.

The natural extension of this is to ask why aren’t people taking responsibility for their actions? The answer to this is two fold and goes straight back to the Reagan Administration. The first is education. The Reagan Administration made monstrous cuts to education and health care in this country, and now, we’re a country of moronic sheep. But we pay less taxes. Whoopie! The second is the attitude that came from that era of Me, Me, Me. No one but the Reagan Administration can be blamed for that. Everyone wants what’s theirs but no one wants to contribute to the greater good. He wasn’t the Great White Hope. He is why I step over homeless guys every day on the way to work. He is why a mentally deranged young man never got the help he needed. As a society we need a safety net because people slip through. Reagan cut taxes and everyone was jumping for joy, but the average California driver spends $850 a year for damage to their car from potholes. Personally, I’d rather give the government that $850 and have the pave the freaking road properly. I’d rather spend a little money and not step over stinking sleeping crazy guys on the street every day on the way to work. Prior to 1980, did anyone see a bum on the street outside of NYC or Santa Barbara? Beyond the town bum, no, not to the extent that it’s a problem today. Look at the percentage of the population that’s ferreted away in prison in this country. Did it cross anyone’s mind that their may be a correlation between the poor state of education in the country and mental health services and the number of people in the can? We have to spend the money, it’s part of being a society. Spend it avoiding the problem or spend it dealing with the problem.

If people took care of their pets and did what they’re supposed to and trained them and fixed the ones that weren’t breeding material, and knew the difference, these laws wouldn’t see the light of day. If people took responsibility for their actions, we wouldn’t have ever seen a three strikes law.

Civil rights and personal choice being the bastion of the Republican Party? Only when it’s convenient for the Republicans. Why is this government mucking around with issues like abortion and gay marriage? There are two issues that go straight up party lines. Quite honestly the right wing Christian bullcrap that’s coming from these guys will probably cost me my life. My father is a Parkinson’s patient. Four of his siblings succumbed to the disease, yet this boneheaded President is stalling stem cell research. So while the Christian right wing pushes their agenda, based on 2000 year old writings onto the entire country, I’m looking forward to drooling on my shirt because Parkinson’s won’t be solved in my lifetime. I’m thinking about having to eat only sandwiches in my senior years since I won’t be able to hold a fork. How is that less government? How is telling some queen in San Francisco that he can’t get married less government? If the Republicans really wanted less government, then they wouldn’t care if Harry wed Salvadore.

And let’s turn for a moment to Arnold. For those of you who don’t live in the Golden State, Arnie has had a tough time here. Here’s a little known piece of information. He called Uncle Teddy the night of his win and asked “now what do I do?” Teddy told him to follow his heart and that he would do fine. Arnold didn’t do that and got his butt kicked in his little special election. Unlike the Bush regime who also just got their butt kicked, and still doesn’t get it, Arnold listened to the people of the State of California and came back to the middle, where his roots really are. Things are getting done in California now. I don’t agree with everything he does, but a conservative friend of mine was in my office just yesterday complaining about Arnold. I say if everyone is a little happy and a little not, he’s doing a good job.

And turn off Fox news and go get some facts.

End rant.

Tomorrow I’ll be in Sacramento at BodyTribe Fitness hopefully breaking the record for my age class. This mornings weigh in:

213

It’s been a good week with the exception of the stomach BS that’s been dogging me since Sunday. I seem to be on the rebound, so hopefully I’ll be in full swing tomorrow.