Sarah, Sarah, Sarah

I am trying a new approach to life: hypnosis. Wow, is hypnosis is strong. Under it, I like Sarah Palin.

That picture on the front page of the commie, elitist and effete New York Times showing her signing the tummy of a baby didn’t look anything like a human sacrifice offering. I thought her point guard allusions were cogent, poignant and presidential. Also, I am glad she is working for the underdog and taking up the cause of the oil companies. Her op-ed showed that she understood cap and trade and its effects on the average Joe, and Joe the Nazi Plumber in particular. And I agree with her that having a “b” in plumber is a trap for hard-working Americans and therefore un-American. So, I support her drive to require Webster’s Dictionary and Oxford English Dictionary to publish “American” language books which, among other things, will include the spelling, “plummer”.

Ok, even under hypnosis, my body and mind rebelled. This blog was written while I was suffering mental defect. – a brain fart, if you will.

Dick Cheney — the next generation

Liz Cheney is defending her father and possibly running for office. I would be grateful if she went back into the closet because she gives gays and lesbians a bad name. Maybe she can use the man-size safe that her father used for his regular top secret expense reports as her home office.

A Politician who told the truth by accident

I love Barney Frank. Not because I agree with everything he says and does. In fact, I often disagree with him. But you have to hand it to him when he appears on The Daily Show and says that the slogan for the Democrats in 2010 should be that the economy would have sucked worse without the recovery plan. Not a lot of spin there. Thank G-d for small favors.

Visiting Day at Day Camp

Today is visiting day at day camp. Ok, it is visiting dinner, really.

I still remember my parents coming for visiting days when I was at sleep away camp. I remember the summer my mother went gray. It was 3-1/2 weeks since I had seen my parents and I wondered who were those odd people waving at me. Maybe it was my mother’s gray, my father’s checked pants and white shoes combo or the red keds (the really wimpy kind — not the now-preppy-cool kind) my mom wore. It was probably the whole picture that made me weak in the knees.

Luckily, my son saw us this morning so the trauma should be muted. More later.

GOP is a party of hypocrites

Mitch McConnell is going crazy over the cost of health care, but he didn’t mind the reckless spending by the Bush administration. It was solid accounting not to include the gazillions of dollars for the Iraq war in the budget, but health care reform is too expensive. It is appalling how Republicans destroyed our surpluses; yet, it is galling that they won’t take responsibility for that and are instead pointing the finger at Obama who is trying to FIX THE MESS.

Back to health care. So far, I can afford top of the line health care, so this isn’t about my particular situation. But it is critical that we fix the problem.

Why? Because this is America, damn it, and it is a DISGRACE that, in such a rich and wonderful country, millions are not insured, health care is inadequate when available and illness will backrupt a family. The Bush administration gave over $700 billion to the banks without asking where it was going. But no GOP member wants to put at least that much into the health of the taxpayers? Let me remind you, members of the GOP, that the $700 billion was earned on the backs of those very taxpayers.

Failure is not an option. So, instead of criticizing the president’s plan, come up with a solution that works and not just some pander to big business.

Grandma, Mom and me

So I am not only becoming my mother, I am becoming my grandmother.

You may remember seeing old Jewish ladies like her. They had heavy accents and would offer you a “gless of tea in a kup” (because in the “old country” tea was served in glasses, but “vee know that here, in Amerrrica, dahlink, vee poot tea in a kup”).

They carried heavy shopping bags full of things. In fact, those shopping bags were so ubiquitous that they were called “Jewish luggage”. Which gets me to my point. This morning, I couldn’t seem to find any of my fancy shmancy bags in which to shove some of the daily detritus of my life. I spied a small Dean & Deluca shopping bag (note to self: remind family that this is not a eatery for recessionary times). So in went my blackberries (yes more than one), gym clothes, bills I need to pay, etc. Off I went to my fancy shmancy job at my fancy shmancy office with my shtetl style bag.

Some things must just be in our genes. From generation to generation. . . .

Tattoos

I hate tattoos. I think they mar an absolutely amazing work of evolution — the human body. It also must hurt. And, ink in the skin can’t be a good thing. But, tattoos are everywhere, even on 60-something people who didn’t get them in the military.

So, now I try to look at them instead of looking away. What do they say about the person? They must be clues to a person’s identity or life story. Or am I giving people too much credit?

I must read up on this because if there is meaning in these tattoos, then there is a whole new level to people watching.

Dick Cheney demeans us all

Cheney unlawfully withheld information from the Congress, violated the rights of our fellow citizens and approved torture. We regularly incarcerate people for crimes lesser than the ones he committed. How is this different from the goings-on in third world nations that we regularly deride as having corrupt governments? Thank you, Dick Cheney, for putting us on the same level as a country ruled by a belligerent and paranoid dictator.