Hello.
Afore I forget, as I do, it’s Talk Like A Pirate Day once again. Feel free to confuse others with your pirate speak and squinty eye.
Dogwoman
19 Sep
Hello.
Afore I forget, as I do, it’s Talk Like A Pirate Day once again. Feel free to confuse others with your pirate speak and squinty eye.
Dogwoman
19 Sep
Hello.
If you are such a complete puss that you can’t tell someone off without help then these ladies might be for you.
Of course, keep in mind that libel and slander are still illegal.
I do love how Americans just keep sliding on down the intelligence scale. If we, as a nation, took the Stanford-Binet, I don’t think we’d rate above 100.
Stupid.
Dogwoman
16 Sep
Hello.
Thank you President Obama for saying what everyone in the world was thinking.
Kanye West did indeed act like a jackass.
Dogwoman
14 Sep
Hello.
For eight years I have managed not to post on 9/11. That’s not to say I don’t read everything that is posted by others. I feel that anything I could say about that day would be inadequate at best. How many words can we use to describe the desecration and horror Americans lived through? So many words have already been used. And I am word poor on the subject.
Today in class Teachers chose to show a documentary about Firefighters who were trapped in one of the collapsing buildings but somehow managed to live through the ordeal. I was trapped in the class. I was not at liberty to leave. I tried very hard not to watch the video and covered up my aversion by getting students to pay attention. I was a hypocrite. I couldn’t help it. Unlike the students, I was fully aware during that day and the days after it. It is still a moment in history I cannot confront without pain. To have watched people choosing to throw themselves off the buildings rather than burn to death is something I cannot put out of my mind when the footage is shown. The horror of listening to people scream when the buildings came down haunted me for a very long time. The silence of the skies afterward is something that I hope to never live through again. I still cheer when a plane flies overhead with a great rumbling sound. I marvel at the trails they leave against the blue sky and am grateful.
Why am I writing today? Because I have been avoiding not just the pain, but the anger that came with that day. And the anger is not entirely directed at those who engineered that horror and then danced afterward. It is directed at our government and how they took advantage of the fear and sorrow of a nation. The lies they told to ensure that we remained in a state of panic so that they could persue other objectives that had nothing to do with what happened. And how we are still locked in the trap they set for us. A nation at war with ourselves.
Instead of following a course of action that would yield positive results from a terrible situation, our government chose to go to war against countries that had little or nothing to do with the actual act perpetrated. Wars we are still fighting. Instead of burying the dead, we added to the body count. And it’s still rising. Bush, Cheney, Rice, Rumsfeld, Ashcroft, Wolfowitz and Powell are walking around free and men and women are still dying. And the reason we were given for these wars no longer holds. They WMD farce, which had nothing to do with the destruction of two buildings in New York City, has already been exposed.
To this day I don’t believe that we are actively pursuing an enemy so much as an agenda. A monetary agenda. Because let’s face it, three thousand Americans lost their lives and a great many unscrupulous companies made money. A lot of money. Halliburton, Blackwater, Lockheed Martin, Boeing… to name a few. The government awarded lucrative contracts to private prisons to lock up undesirables. The banks and private investors took advantage of a nation whose attention was riveted elsewhere. In eight years, we became not the beacon of freedom and tolerance we should have been but a byword for greed and stupidity. We became the international icon for lies and a haven for charlatans. Where we could have emerged from 9/11 stronger, wiser and unbeaten, we allowed the pundits to convince us that everyone is out to get us. We began to fight amongst ourselves. Instead of banding together, we fractured. This is the legacy we have given ourselves. And we built it on the graves of firefighters and emergency personnel who died trying to help in a moment of hopelessness.
To this day I am ashamed of where we allowed ourselves to be led. It is my undying belief that those thousands of innocent people deserved better than what we have now become. A nation of backbiters and bickering fools who care more about what an uneducated pundit screams than confronting a terrible truth. That, in our fear, we helped our lawmakers create this mess. The 9/11 victims deserve to be remembered not once a year, but every time a law is made, a deal is brokered or a lobbyist starts talking.
And the only ones who have the true power to ensure that this happens is you and I. When are we going to use it?
Dogwoman
8 Sep
Hello.
Today is the first day of school for those of us in Michigan. So that’s good. Kids will be running in the halls, banging on tables with pencils and shouting. And I will be there to tell them to knock it off. Have I mentioned I love my job?
However, as I go through the day there is one thing I no longer have to concern myself with. My feet. You heard me, my feet. See back in the day when I was really worried about what people thought I would cram my oversized giantess feet into cute little creations. Heels, pumps, strappy little do’s that caused me an great deal of agony. But, hey, they looked good. Then the back problems and trouble bending started. Not to mention my poor feet which constantly felt like they needed immediate removal. So I switched to cool tennis shoes. Air pumped, nifty designed tennis shoes. And the pain marched across my lower back and the leg cramps started. Ever been woken up at three am screaming because both legs have seized up with giant knots? Well I have and it was not pleasant. And it frightens your family something awful.
Then the gods of footwear smiled down on me in my time of trouble and charlie horses (they’re bigger than regular horses, trust me) and said “Let there be Crocs” and there were. Amen. I have been wearing the shoe deemed the ugliest thing since Mariah Carey’s Glitter for over a year and I haven’t had any pain since. None, nada.
They are ugly. Hideous. But man, are they functional. Except on wet surfaces. Like marble school floors during the winter. I digress.
My point is they now have new designs and some of the ugly has been worn away. I don’t care how much people rail against my footwear choice, I will never wedge my giant feet into regular “fashionable” shoes again. When I am ninety and still standing upright while walking without assistance and the fashion conscious of my generation are in wheelchairs then tell me how awful Crocs are. At least my feet won’t look like they have suffered Japanese binding treatments for twenty years.
Fashion gurus like Peter Whatshisname can issue all the fashion edicts against Crocs they want. I’m keeping my ugly shoes. Maybe just maybe I might even start wearing clothes I find comfortable rather than trying to wedge my giantess body into tiny fashionable ‘stretchy’ dos that make me feel naked. Where did that horrible fashion trend come from anyway ? Not every woman wants to highlight certain aspects of growing older.
So ignore the fashionable and do what is comfortable. Unless you live in Hollywood. Then starve and be completely miserable because we like the way you look on screen. And people like Peter Whoeverheis need to have a job too.
Dogwoman