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Uncle Fester, the author of Secrets of Methamphetamine Manufacture, has received the following letter from Amazon.com:
Dear Publisher,We are contacting you regarding the following DTP title that you have submitted for sale in our Kindle store:Secrets of Methamphetamine Manufacture 8th Edition [Kindle Edition] (ASIN B00305GTWU)During our review process, we found that your title contains content that is in violation of our content guidelines. As a result, we have removed the book from our store.Please note that if you continue to submit content that violates our content guidelines, we may conduct a general review of your account. Actions resulting from such a review could result in a termination of your account.You may reply to email@example.com if, after reading our content guidelines, you believe this decision has been made in error.Best regards,Amazon.comHis reply follows:I am Steve Preisler, aka Uncle Fester, the author of the book Secrets of Methamphetamine Manufacture. I recieved notice from your office that my book has been nominated for censorship in your freedom loving land. The concept of censoring a book is alien to we Americans because we have a Bill of Rights which protects us from meddling ninnies determining for us what is fit or not for us to read. It seems you are not so blessed.I have read over the list of criteria sent to me which spells out what types of books can be banned. I simply can’t find anything in your listing which applies to my chemistry book. That is right…it is a chemistry book. My website may well proclaim I produce “porno for chemists”, but the content is not at all pornographic. Rather it is a source of information in the field of chemistry largely gathered from the open scientific liturature. I note under Section 14 of your “Bill of Rights’ that everyone has the freedom to seek, recieve and impart information and opinions of any kind. Under this section, my chemistry book is specifically exempted from your attempts at censorship.Virtually every “copy” of Secrets of Methamphetamine Manufacture in your country is obtained by download from copyright pirate sites such as the Pirate Bay. This is because the people living in your country are so terrified of the thought police that they dare not show in plain sight that they possess such a book. They fear the border guards and the post office and everything in between. They then seek to get a copy they can “hide” on their computer disk. Your notice should then have been sent to the Pirate Bay and other copyright pirate sites, since they are by far the number one “publisher” in your country of my book. If you would like to prosecute these pirate sites as the copyright thieves that they are, you certainly have my license to do so. I would say good riddance to them all. In the meantime, let your people be, and let them read whatever chemistry books they would like.Steve Preisler
In 1969 when Jim Morrison was charged with indecency in Miami, I was editing an underground newspaper in Tampa called The Aquarian. We ran with this story and had several satirical features based on the incident.
A little history. In 1969 Florida was in the midst of an anti-gay crusade led by the orange juice lady, singer Anita Bryant. Homosexuals were being vilified for many things, but especially indecency. Bryant led religious crusades to make Florida unwelcome to homosexuals. Morrison got caught up in this hysteria with his performance in Miami.
Also about that time there was a popular television called the National Safe Drivers Test. It was a participatory show and was quite popular.
So my National Decency Test was satire using the prevailing social hysteria with the idea of a multiple-choice test.
My fellow journalists at the Aquarian weren’t very happy with all this. They wanted more serious political reporting, not satire. I always preferred satire in my politics. In a previous issue I had interviewed Arthur Brown of the Crazy World of Arthur Brown who almost caused a riot in Ft. Lauderdale when he gave an impromptu concert from a motel room balcony. I also put a Freak Brothers cartoon on the entire front page once. That issue was our bestselling, of course.
So thank you, Charlie Crist, for doing something important in your political life, even if it appears to be at the end of it. I can think of no better legacy for you to leave.
As the election in Washington State comes to an end, a funny thing seems to have happened to the Republican surge. It never surged in Washington State, or Oregon or California. In fact, in all three of the western states we were spared the disastrous results that happened in the rest of the country. We are still strongly Democratic! We favor gay rights, legalizing marijuana, and we believe something needs to be done about global warming.
Thirty-five years ago a book called Ecotopia was published that suggested a country made of Northern California, Oregon, and Washington, where new-age types ruled. It was a paradise compared to the rest of the reactionary United States.
The 3 west coast states together now contain about 45 million people, certainly large enough to be a major country. We have a coast, obviously, and some of the nicest cities in the world, as well as agriculture, fishing, technology. In short, we don’t need to put up with the rest of the country anymore, especially the South and Midwest. If they want to continually go Republican, set them free, or more importantly, set us free!
We could include Alaska, which did seemingly reject the Tea Party, but really their politics more resembles Texas than the rest of the West. We also might be persuaded to accept Nevada, which after all, did re-elect Harry Reid. Arizona, I don’t think so, but maybe we could include Colorado and New Mexico. There are also other states throughout the country, but because of geography they should probably start their own new country.
Seattle Hempfest will be a little different this year without Jack Herer. I worked with Jack in his booth during the 2008 Hempfest, and saw him briefly last year going by in a golfcart. I greeted him and he smiled and waved at me, and that was the last time I saw him.
Just a few weeks later Jack suffered a stroke in Portland, Oregon, spent much of the next few months in a coma, and died peacefully shortly after.
Jack and I went way, way back. During the 70′s Jack and I would attend the Boutique Shows in New York City, which in those days were pretty much a drugfest. Most of the exhibitors were counter-cultural businesses ranging from High Times Magazine to a variety of paraphernalia manufacturers. We’re talking bongs, smoking papers, and many other creative items which naturally led to all kinds of wild parties in the evenings.
Jack, in those days, was making several items that were used for cocaine. He invented the first coke screen and had a little item called the AbsoTootly, which was a glass spring-loaded tube for inhaling the white powder.
Jack was obese in those days and probably shouldn’t have been doing so much coke, and it eventually led him to having his first heart angioplasty. I remember visiting him at his home in Los Angeles when he was recovering. He was amazed how much more energy he had after getting his arteries cleaned-out like that.
Jack and the rest of us eventually stopped doing the white powder and devoted the rest of our lives to getting marijuana legalized.
I remember sitting in my home in Shoreline with Jack while we smoked a great deal of pot. He kept telling me about this book he was going to write that would completely shake up the world. He was, of course, speaking about Emperor. As a jaded publisher I didn’t put much credence in his boasts, but I promised I would sell the book for him when and if he ever got around to writing it.
Jack did eventually write The Emperor Wears No Clothes, and I have to admit, it did change the world! Almost single-handedly Jack gave a huge boost to the legalization movement, and eventually he became known as the “King of Hemp.”
Although he continued to suffer from health problems, a stroke and heart problems, Jack kept the fight going for years. To many he is a hero to be revered, and I would have to agree with that.
Hempfest is coming shortly. There will be many tributes to him, but the biggest tribute will be when marijuana is finally legalized.
Thank you, Jack Herer! I will miss you.
Once a year I take a trip to Roatan Island off of the coast of Honduras to go SCUBA diving. In 2 weeks I dive at least twice a day, getting in about 25 dives. I also read books, eat, drink, and sleep, but diving is my passion.
After people dive they usually talk excitedly about what they saw. Turtles, barracuda, lobsters, crabs, maybe a shark, big animals usually get us excited. I also admit that I like the thrill of diving deep, a habit I probably should be giving up as I get older!
But a funny thing happens after my first dozen dives or so. I find myself hanging around the reefs looking at the little animals, the fishies going about their business, maybe a seahorse when I am lucky, and the coral itself. It is a fascinating metropolis down there on the reefs, watching these animals interact with each other, take care of their babies, shoo off outsiders, etc. On my last dive of my latest trip we watched as a turtle contentedly munched on the coral, totally oblivious to us. It is those little things that really excite me.
I sometimes envy these little guys. They live in such a beautiful world and they seem to be blissful and happy on their lovely reef. If you watch nature TV you might think that animals spend all their time eating each other, but the truth is that I don’t think I have ever seen a fish eat another. Most of the time they spend their time swimming around, munching the coral, and mingling with each other. I think about how lucky they are to live in such a paradise, unaware of the turmoil that is upsetting so much animal life in the world.
Since that time we have had the oil spill, and I hope and pray it doesn’t spread to the Caribbean and my favorite reef. At the same time I feel such pity for those animals that have been affected already, so many millions of lives will never be the same, and many will be killed prematurely by a poison that they have no way of dealing with.
In my own neighborhood I have a multitude of animals, not just the cats and dogs, but the crows, seagulls, rats, mice, shrews, possums, raccoons, and the sealife just offshore in the Puget Sound. It makes me shudder to think of an oil spill here. Twenty years ago we had a governor Dixie Lee Raye who wanted to open the Puget Sound to oil tankers. She was soundly thwarted by our Senator Warren Magnuson who pushed through a bill banning tankers from the Sound, forever. During the last Republican Administration, Rep. Joe Barton tried to overrule that law. Yes, the same Joe Barton who thinks our President should apologize to BP Oil.
Food for thought.
Sarah Palin recently went up to Calgary, Alberta, Canada to give a little speech. Alberta is Canada’s Texas, so her politics were well-received up there.
One little tidbit she dropped was the following:
“We used to hustle over the border for health care we received in Canada,” she said. “And I think now, isn’t that ironic.”
Yes, it is ironic, perhaps even illegal. Sarah is saying that her family used to cross-over the border to take advantage of Canada’s free “socialistic” healthcare, even though now she is campaigning against having the same healthcare available in her own country.
Or as the Daily Kos put it:
“I got mine. The rest of you can drop the f*@# dead!”
Chuck Thompson, who I didn’t even realize lives near Seattle, has written an offbeat travel book about places most of us would never want to go, including him, with some surprising conclusions.
He visits the Congo, India, Mexico City, and Disneyworld.
The first half of the book is about his visit to the Congo and it is definitely the highlight. He has quite a few adventures, and while it confirms you wouldn’t want to visit there, he does end up having some notable adventures. He meets many shady characters, learns all about how bribery works and sometimes doesn’t work, and even gets shadowed by a lion. An When he enters the country it appears that a date previous to his actual entry is stamped into his passport. This seems to be a commonly known trick, because everytime he comes into contact with an authority they point out that he entered the country before his Visa allows him to. This causes all kinds of problems. There are some amusing and shocking observations. For example, there is the matter of widespread AIDS education, in which everybody is told about using condoms. The people are convinced to use condoms, but in the name of comfort they often cut off the end of it.
India is the place that comes off the worse. I was quite surprised because I have heard so many good things about India, but after reading this book I don’t think I ever will visit there. This is despite the fact that my favorite travel writer Rick Steves has said it is his favorite place to visit.
The main reason is the pushiness of the people, whether it be peddlers, taxi drivers, restaurant owners, or anybody else trying to sell him something. There is a particularly hairy episode when he visits a Moslem temple and is confronted by a mob trying to collect a 200 Rupee camera fee for visitors. He ends up fleeing the mob, and finds out later there is indeed a fee, but that doesn’t really make him feel any better about the experience.
Taxi drivers will say anything and agree to take him anywhere just to get him in the taxi, whereupon they immediately tell him they will take him some place better or closer or something like that.
In the end he does have a good experience with a tut-tut driver that makes India look a little better, but still.
Mexico City actually comes across the best. I haven’t been there myself in over 15 years and I remember it as being a great place, but I couldn’t breathe the air. It turns out that things have changed in Mexico City. The air is not so polluted due to factories being closed and better emission standards. The people are very polite and crime is not bad at all.
Even DisneyWorld, which he expects to hate, turns out not to be so bad, and he even says he would go again.
A very enjoyable book, all in all.
Roatan Island, Honduras: I owe much of the following information to a great publication, Bay Islands Voice
On Roatan Island, as on many islands of the Caribbean, lobster diving is one of the few ways the local natives have to make a living. As the local lobsters have been depleted, lobster boats head out for 10 to 12 day trips to the prime hunting areas. Here the lobster divers dive down 100, 150 even 200 feet to catch lobster that are big enough to harvest. The law says they must have a tail of at least 5 inches. The rest of them are supposed to be thrown back, but sometimes the captain lets the divers take the smaller ones for themselves.
These divers don’t know anything about modern diving techniques, involving decompression, etc. They will dive a dozen or more times a day with tanks and regulators, but no knowledge of the dangers. Many of them get the bends. The closest hyperbaric chamber is at Anthony Key’s Resort on Roatan, but that is at least 5 days away. Even if the captain was inclined to take them there, it would take too long to be effective in most cases. Sometimes the diver will lay on the boat writhing, and the decision is to spare them anymore agony by throwing them aboard.
Roatan Island has many cases of divers who have been crippled for life, usually paralyzed from the waist down. Often their families will desert them, unable to provide for them. The Bay Islands Voice had a picture of one man who has been lying on a cot on his stomach for 20 years. He was lucky enough that somebody came to feed him and perhaps clean him up once-in-awhile. Some have a wheelchair, but it’s not all that easy to get around in a shack on a muddy beach.
Divers come into Anthony’s Key all the time. They have no money, but apparently the resort does what they can. As I said before, however, it is usually too late to do anything but try.
A dive shop owner from the Corn Islands off of Nicaragua wrote a letter in response to this article telling about the situation there. Often the divers will carry a tank down under their arm without even a regulator. They breathe directly out of the tank. I have no idea how they can do that. If you are familiar with tanks you will understand what I am saying. These divers very rarely get to a hyperbaric chamber.
The dive shop operator who wrote the letter says that he has started to train the divers in modern diving techniques. Most of them are illiterate, and he must read the entire course to them, which will take at least 10 days compared to the usual 3 for most of us. They have never known about modern diving techniques before.
Of course even if they are trained it is doubtful that the lobster boat will give them equipment. If they are unwilling to dive the normal way, there are many to take their place.
Most of these Caribbean lobster are destined for the Red Lobster restaurants. Think about that the next time you see their bubbly commercials talking about cheap lobster served by perky waitresses.
I was in a local Roatan restaurant that was serving very small lobster yesterday. I asked him if they were legal. He had no idea. Somebody had sold him a large bag of small frozen lobster tails. He thought maybe they were farmed. I told him that I didn’t think there was such a thing as a lobster farm. He just shrugged. I will not mention the restaurant, because he probably is not the only one, and besides his is the only place that offers me free wi-fi.
As for me, I think I will stick to Maine Lobster. They have the claws that I like so much, and far as I can tell they are still plentiful in the sea.
I am happy to have a post today from my old college buddy Michael Oreste, who served 30 years in the State Department, including a stint in Honduras. He served his last two tours in Haiti and Iraq, respectively, where his clashes with the Bush Administration led to his retirement. –David
As our fearless blogger David Tatelman braves the tropical perils of Roatan off the coast of Honduras, this ancient friend from the late sixties was recruited to pontificate on the coup that replaced the democratically elected President of that beleaguered Central American nation. While David forged a new niche in the world of publishing, I landed in the Foreign Service, where I slogged away in places like Iraq, Saudi Arabia and Haiti. This experience apparently earned me the chance to pinch hit for Mr. Tatelman while he scuba dives and surfs the waters of the Caribbean, a well-deserved respite for our intrepid publisher. But first, a few relevant disclosures: Although my political work in our embassies gave rise to frequent bouts of hubris, and assimilation into that Borg-like bastion of the status quo – the State Department – I could never completely shake my memories of 1969 and streets of Washington, D.C. In these nostalgia laden moments, I remembered that sea of blue-jeaned protesters laying siege to Nixon’s capital and the challenge it raised to the morality of war as an instrument of American hegemony. I could go on about the misguided arrogance of our policies in Haiti and Iraq, but let’s segue back to Roatan and Honduras.
In June, a military coup deposed President Manuel Zelaya, and replaced him with the leader of the Congress, who was part of the orchestrated effort that removed the President from office. The stated excuse for the coup was opposition to Zelaya’s plan to convene a sort of constitutional convention. The underlying reason for the coup was right wing opposition to the fundamental shift in power away from the traditional elite to an impoverished majority that could have occurred if the constituent assembly took place. A military spokesman admitted, that “Zelaya’s allegiance to Chávez” was hard to stomach and that “It would be difficult for us, with our training, to have a relationship with a leftist government. That’s impossible. I personally would have retired, because my thinking, my principles, would not have allowed me to participate in it.” It was the specter of Chavez that alarmed the political leaders Honduras and the conservative “Washington consensus” that still dominates American foreign policy.
After the collapse of the Soviet Union, we often heard that the United States was the world’s only remaining superpower. This theme was popular among pundits and the press. Foreign leaders picked up the phrase. The airy thought of holding dominion over the planet should have been reassuring to America, but it had a certain gut wrenching irony to it. The Russians had studied the cost of empire in the eighties and concluded that imperialism cost more than it was worth. After seven years of unnecessary war in Iraq and a hopeless for, more excusable, engagement in Afghanistan, we have expended our goodwill and political capital. Obama has discovered how hard it is to reverse the policies of war. Add to that the meltdown of our economy in 2008, and the world’s only superpower is no more. We are first among equals and we can project power globally, but we are drained, we are exhausted, we have suffered unnecessary and horrific casualties and inflicted even more. In one sense our hands were tied in Honduras. No longer could we command that the Honduran military stand down. What was worse, we were divided. The State Department and conservative Republicans marched to a different drum.
A significant opportunity to consolidate our position with the liberal governments of the OAS was lost and we – once again – were going it alone. My boss in Suriname, Ambassador Dennis Hays once told me that it is best when “you can do well by doing good.” No doubt Dennis would disagree with me about Zelaya and the reversal of the coup, and even I will admit to no great love for his style and friendship with Chavez, we should always support democracy, even when the results stick in our craw. We are not the policemen of the world nor its moral authority. We need to seek international partners built on a consensus consistent with the values and interests of our allies, who should be as many as the tent will hold. We can ill afford conflict in a world on the precipice of economic and ecological disaster. The big tent needs as its pillars, democracy, human rights, protection of the planet and the dignity of its people. That is how we best further our national interests and those of our friends. The coup in Honduras was undemocratic, violent, in violation of the OAS charter and international norms, and despite some fancy footwork and smoke and mirrors, undermined the national interest of the United States and Honduras, it weakened the OAS and brought into question our commitment to the very principles that define us.
As I look at reports of Haiti collapsed into its deepest misery, I think back to the coup that was fomented their by the right wing of the Republican party, the former military and a gang of drug fueled thugs and insurgents. The Bush administration stood by and let a democratically-elected President fall to cocaine peddlers and misguided ideologues. We need to stop our cowboy instincts and act in accordance with our values. The consequences of getting into bed with the enemies of democracy to oppose democratically-elected officials is always a mistake. This is especially true when the reason for deposing someone is because that person supports a plebiscite. We need to figure out how to get on the right side of the down-trodden pluralities and majorities in Latin America.
On Haiti, Please do what you can. Send money to reputable charities on the ground there.
As I get ready for my vacation on Roatan Island, Honduras, I wanted to write a little post about the political state of Honduras. The coup seems to have succeeded. Zelaya, the ousted President, is still holed up in the Brazilian embassy, and a new very conservative President is getting ready to take office, leaving Zelaya……in the Brazilian embassy. There is some talk of a “compromise” in which the generals who spirited him out of the country are arrested, and then everybody is pardoned including Zelaya, who will presumably have to be exiled to another country.
In other words, the coup leaders have won and the American government has a black-eye for not being powerful to restore Zelaya. My friend Michael Oreste, who spent 30 years in the State Department, knows much more about this than I do, so I have invited him to write the next blog post.
For this we can thank some American rightwingers, including the Dias-Ballart brothers and Congressmen from Miami, probably the most reactionary of all our congressmen. Just associating with Hugo Chavez is enough reason for them to support the coup, as well as Senator DeMint from South Carolina, likewise a reactionary. It occurs to me that if a Democrat were to oppose the U.S. State Department like they did, he would be called a traitor by these nutcases. Instead, they seem to have won this battle.
As far as Roatan goes, the island is so isolated that the coup doesn’t seem to have affected them at all, except in one way. Apparently their tourism was down 50% during the recent season. It will be interesting to see what has changed in West End especially, since I haven’t been there in 2 years.
Meb Keflezighi, from Eritrea but an American citizen, won the New York Marathon on Sunday in what amounted to 5 minute miles. That’s 12 miles per hour.
When I ride my bike I cruise at about 11 to 12 miles per hour. When I am really trucking I get up to 15 to 16 and going downhill over 20, but that gets scary real fast.
The New York Times had a little blurb about how fast that is. If you go on a treadmill and push it up to 12 miles per hour it feels like an all-out sprint. In fact very few of us could even run 1 mile at that 5-minute pace, let alone for 26.2 miles!
I ran a marathon myself a few years ago. My goal was to do 10 minute miles, which works out to a little more than 4-1/2 hours, 6 miles per hour. I didn’t quite make it that fast, finishing in just under 5 hours. I was happy. Hell, I was happy I was able to finish the marathon.
Another NY Times article recently spoke about how some expert runners think it is has become too easy to run a marathon. They felt that the marathon should end at 6 hours, because any slower than that and you could practically walk it. Maybe, I don’t know, but I do know that for some people, like me, running a marathon is something you remember your entire life.
As I watched the marathon on Sunday I was so excited because I felt like I was one of them. I had run a marathon myself, albeit less than half as fast as them, but hey I finished. And training for it caused me to lose 20 pounds. I felt great. I should do it again.
I grew up in the south where liberal was a dirty word and the people I voted for hardly ever won an election. Even after decades of living in Seattle I am in awe how liberal and progressive the electorate is.
The beleaguered Republicans here have commonly used 2 strategies to try to win once-in-awhile. One is to pretend they are not Republicans, which is the strategy used by Susan Hutchison who was a candidate for King County Executive. She is a very attractive and likable former news anchorwoman, and for a long time she was ahead in the polls. The Democrat Dow Constantine used the obvious strategy to let the voters know what her political views really were, in this case very conservative. That’s all it took to defeat her.
The other stragegy used by the Republicans is to use the initiative process. Tim Eyman is the man who has specialized in putting anti-tax initiatives on the ballot. He had another one this time, and it was soundly defeated, even in the more conservative counties in Eastern Washington.
An initiative to roll-back gay rights was also handily defeated in Seattle by a large enough margin to over-ride the more conservative parts of the state.
One election I was happy about was a seat on the Port Commission, where Republican Doud was facing a gay black man named Holland. Doud kept running these radio and TV commercials braying that Holland was a supporter of ACORN, when in affect all he did was appear at one of their candidates’ forums. The disgusting ads would play sirens in the background while talking about the time Holland was accidentally overpaid unemployment benefits. The fact that he promptly paid it back when asked to was ignored.
Happily Holland easily won the election anyway.
I am so proud of you, Seattle!
Like many Seattle voters I have been in a quandary over who to vote for Mayor. We unceremoniously tossed out the current Mayor Greg Nickels, leaving us with 2 complete unknowns to choose from.
The natural candidate for me to vote for is McGinn. He’s a friendly guy, has a good smile, and a record of working on environmental and neighborhood issues. All we know about the other guy, Mallahan, is that he was an executive for T-Mobile.
The problem for many of us has been that McGinn was so totally against building a tunnel to replace the viaduct. I like the idea of a tunnel that will route traffic through downtown, leaving us with a beautiful waterfront. Damn the cost, we need progress.
So now all of a sudden McGinn has announced he won’t fight the tunnel if that is what everybody else decides they want. Of course he is getting crap from the Mallahan campaign for being a flip-flopper, as Tina Podlowski hysterically said in an email to me this morning.
That cinches it for me. I am voting for the guy with the beard who is open-minded enough to support something even if it goes against his own preferences.
I have been watching the baseball playoffs with my friends, 2 of whom are from Los Angeles. One is a Dodger fan and the other an Angel fan. I am of course mostly a Seattle Mariners fan (and they did have a great year), but my second team has always been the Dodgers. My first baseball memories are of the 1955 World Series, the only one the Brooklyn Dodgers ever won.
Anyway, all along we have been looking forward to an Angels/Dodgers World Series, or at the very least a Yankees/Dodgers World Series. Now it’s starting to look like both the Los Angeles teams could very well be eliminated, since they are both down right now, especially the Dodgers.
Well, my very least favorite team has always been the New York Yankees. You could say I hate the Yankees, so I am not really looking forward to seeing them in the Series. The Phillies won’t be too bad, however, especially since Raul Ibanez is a former Mariner, as is Jamie Moyer, who unfortunately is on the disabled list right now. I would be happy with anybody defeating the Yankees!
It’s not over yet. The next 2 nights will determine it. But hey, while I’m at it, why the hell is TBS broadcasting the playoffs anyway? And why can’t Comcast show those games in High-def?
Apparently being inspired by the coup in Honduras, a conservative columnist for the wingnut site, NewsMax, is suggesting a military coup would take care of the “Obama Problem.”
There is a remote, although gaining, possibility America’s military will intervene as a last resort to resolve the “Obama problem.” Don’t dismiss it as unrealistic.
America isn’t the Third World. If a military coup does occur here it will be civilized. That it has never happened doesn’t mean it wont. Describing what may be afoot is not to advocate it.
Will the day come when patriotic general and flag officers sit down with the president, or with those who control him, and work out the national equivalent of a “family intervention,” with some form of limited, shared responsibility?
Imagine a bloodless coup to restore and defend the Constitution through an interim administration that would do the serious business of governing and defending the nation. Skilled, military-trained, nation-builders would replace accountability-challenged, radical-left commissars. Having bonded with his twin teleprompters, the president would be detailed for ceremonial speech-making.
Military intervention is what Obama’s exponentially accelerating agenda for “fundamental change” toward a Marxist state is inviting upon America. A coup is not an ideal option, but Obama’s radical ideal is not acceptable or reversible.
Unthinkable? Then think up an alternative, non-violent solution to the Obama problem. Just don’t shrug and say, “We can always worry about that later.”
In the 2008 election, that was the wistful, self-indulgent, indifferent reliance on abnegation of personal responsibility that has sunk the nation into this morass.
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On the way home I passed through the usual stops in Northern California and decided to go all the way to Medford, where the Motel 6 is only $35 a night. Found a Mexican restaurant to eat in and was perusing the local weekly, Sneak Preview.
The 2 lead articles were about new businesses in Medford, one a Pilates shop and the other an indoor climbing facility. It turns out that the owners of both these establishments had relocated from Seattle. That reminded me of Linda visiting me when she told me she didn’t have to go to Portland on this trip because all of her friends had moved to Seattle.
The next page had an ad and an article about another local business called Ashland Alternative Health. What these fine folks do for a fee of $175 is lead you through the legal morass of acquiring a permit to acquire an Oregon Medical Marijuana Card. I kid you not. They don’t even get you the card, but for $175 they show you how to do it. The 3 people who run it look very clean cut and wholesome, naturally, and the article says they don’t even allow marijuana on the premises.
Apparently the owner of this business, who runs it with his aunt, is not from Seattle.
The funniest article was some humor about the neighboring town, Ashland, which is famous for its Oregon Shakespeare Festival. Apparently this town is known for being a very liberal place politically. The author of the piece, Sam Boothby, calls it the hippie colony to our southeast.
Ashland has recently implemented a water containment policy that requires you to pay more if you use more than your allotted amount of water monthly. So he suggests that they take the idea even further and have a new policy called Gluttons for a Gorgeous Gaia, or a tax on anybody who eats more than 2000 calories a day. Further he suggests Sumptuary Consumption Sin Tax Supplement for Supplements, and a policy that allows you only 3 Birkenstocks. Not 3 pair, but 3 shoes. This is to encourage you to get together with somebody of the opposite sex who has the 3 matching shoes.
Well, you get the idea.
It’s about time! It’s been 30 years since Sid Vicious died and, as far as we know, a Punk rocker has never been appointed to a high office in this country. Now that we have a black president many barriers to other minority groups have fallen and this is the latest one.
Oh, you meant Punke. Well, never mind.
EXCLUSIVE: Gonzales defends Holder’s decision on CIA – Washington Times
“As chief prosecutor of the United States, he should make the decision on his own, based on the facts, then inform the White House,” said Mr. Gonzales, who was appointed to the post by President George W. Bush in 2005 and resigned in 2007.
You could knock me over with a feather. Albert Gonzales did something right. Maybe his conscious is bothering him? Who knows. I do know one thing, however, this will probably be the only time I have quoted the Washington Times!
Ronald Reagan, Jr. had his 88-year old mother on his radio show yesterday talking about the longtime friendship between Ted Kennedy, President Ronald Reagan and Nancy. Nancy bemoans the fact that politics today is so hostile that opponents can rarely be friends. Indeed, it is difficult for most of us to imagine that Teddy, Ronald Reagan, and Orin Hatch could actually be good friends.
Here’s the audio, courtesy of BlatherWatch Prepare to be touched.
My friend Linda from Texas has been visiting. She’s staying on Vashon Island and took the ferry to Fauntleroy, the bus downtown and the 71 Bus to Sunset Hill to visit me. I arranged to pick her up at the stop at NW 65th St. and 32nd Ave. NW.
I was sitting in my car and saw the bus go by me. She obviously missed that stop and got off at the next one a block north. After getting out, carrying a bag and jacket, she seemed to panic and ran back towards the bus, but it was too late. It had already left. Then she started running towards me. This was weird behavior to say the least. She didn’t usually run at all, and had actually asked me to pick her up in my car to avoid walking 4 or 5 blocks.
I picked her up and she said she had left her purse on the bus. The bus was already out of sight, but I knew the route so we took off after it. A car between us was running interference and didn’t turn off until 80th, and the bus was pulling away again at 83rd St. after disgorging a few passengers.
I was taking off after the bus again, when she screamed that a young man getting off had her purse. She jumped out to run after him. He had already turned the corner, so I lost sight of both of them and the bus, too. I couldn’t very well back-up on 32nd, so finally I made a u-turn, just in time to see her coming back to me with a big smile.
She had been yelling at the young man, an Asian man with large headphones on his head, so he couldn’t hear anything. As she caught up with him, she heard her cellphone ringing in his backpack. She immediately grabbed the backpack, reached in and retrieved her purse. The cellphone ringing had tipped her off where her purse was and given her the courage to grab it.
The guy never even had time to respond or protest or anything, as she ran back to me with her purse safely in her hands. He must have been quite bewildered.
I was surprised actually that this young man had stolen the purse. I had just figured it would be turned into Metro’s lost and found, which would have been a pain for Linda, but at least she would have the purse back. I must be really naive when it comes to Seattle, because I am so used to thinking that we are all honest here.
All-in-all a happy ending, because the purse contained her passport, drivers license, credit cards and some money. That would have definitely cramped her style if we hadn’t found it.