Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
And already emailing the Young President.
It seems that the I.R.S. will tax BP's restitution payments made to those affected by the Gulf oil mess at the same rate as ordinary income. What a nice little windfall for empty government coffers at the expense of people losing their livelihoods, cultures, and property!
Having recently flown over the Gulf a couple of times and personally witnessing the vast expanse of that abomination, I can attest that there is no easy fix on the "horizon" (pardon the unpleasant pun).
Without even getting a teeny weeny smooch. Or even a Value Meal dinner at McDonald's.
So, I'm joining in FairTax.org's mass email effort to ease a little of the pain facing all those folks whose lives have been irreparably damaged: Mr. President, CALL OFF THE I.R.S.!!!
Here's my version of the email template:
Re: IRS Reg to tax oil spill payments: Gulf South v. NYC
The people and economies of the Gulf Coast states have suffered enough because of the catastrophic oil spill, but the worst may not yet have been seen. It is neither
fair nor just that the IRS will now tax the relief checks paid out to residents by British Petroleum.
I begrudgingly accept that the Gulf South isn't as important to you or your administration as the northeast; nonetheless, please direct the IRS to forgo any taxation of these relief payments as was done in New York after the 9/11 attack.
Mr. President, this is the right thing to do for our fellow countrymen.
Please act now to direct that these payments go untaxed so that those who have been so hard hit are not asked to give more out of empty pockets next April 15th.
The magnitude of this disaster justifies this compassionate exception to the rules.
(For clarity, Sir: "com·pas·sion (km-pshn) n. Deep awareness of the suffering of another coupled with the wish to relieve it. See Synonyms at pity." Emphasis mine.)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Make him stop!!!!!
Can't you just hear the other leaders of the free world giggling behind his back at various summits like those guys who are filming him on the practice range?
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
This morning, a full day before a ruling was expected, U.S. District Judge Martin Feldman enjoined enforcement of the White House's half-year long moratorium on deepwater drilling in the Gulf of Mexico, finding the Executive Order to be arbitrary and capricious -- one of those good ol' legalese fall-backs. And bless him for it! There are tens of thousands of folks out of work in the Gulf region, and only a fraction of them actively work on the rigs -- transport operators, vendors, motels, restaurants have been affected, and on and on and on. And several rigs have already packed up and headed for Brazil, but that's another stinky story. The White House promises to appeal the ruling. But I don't find the White House appealing in the least.
And, finally -- that cake! That was the birthday cake for my friend Barb on this day in 2004. It was the most decadent thing I've ever wrapped my tongue around! Today is still Barb's birthday -- although she celebrates in Chicago now -- but the fabulous french bakery that produced that beauty didn't survive Katrina. I miss you both, Barb and Maurice's!
Can't you just taste it!!!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
My Daddy ("Boompie") turned 81 in April and is still rockin' and rollin'! Doesn't he look handsome and happy at Shay's wedding?
And, of course, Pepper is still father to 3 and grandfather to 3, but he is now also father-in-law to one and father-in-law-2B to another! Ain't it grand how families continue to grow!
So, Happy Dad's Day to one and all out there who are fathers, had fathers, or will someday be fathers! Hope you don't get a tacky tie, and hope you get to watch all the golf your little hearts desire! (I even sucked it up and recorded the entire broadcast of the U.S. Open for my Pepper-in-transport. Happy Day, Baby!)
Boompie would be Moogie's father, still kickin' and driving at 80. That's him holding Maxie, the dachschund, circa 1959. Boompie served 20 years in the Navy Reserve, but I couldn't get to the box where older family photos are stashed in what we lovingly refer to as "the attic room" to find a pic of him in uniform. Mama was beautiful -- she's lived in heaven since 1977 and she moved there entirely too early. Am I cute in that picture, or what!
The dashing young Corporal is Grandpa, my father-in-law. This is probably my favorite picture of him. He lied about his age and joined the Army Air Corps at the ripe old age of 16 (which caused all sorts of problems down the road when age needed to be verified for VA stuff!) and headed for Burma during WWII. He left us way too early, too, in 1990. I still miss him.
Boompie and Grandpa taught me lots of things.
Boompie taught me how to distinguish between a Cessna and a Bonanza, and how to shoot a pellet gun out of his bathroom window to chase squirrels away from the birdfeeder. Grandpa taught me how Solitaire can be a sport and where to find beer on Sunday in Hot Springs. They both are among the most intelligent men it's been my pleasure to know.
So, here's a happy day to all the fathers out there. And as a blog-buddy says: Call yer ol' man!
(On a Musing note: that pic of the pre-school Moogie has a caption on the back, in Mama's elegant handwriting, that identifies all of us, and notes that it was taken in our house on "LeFever Lane." That just makes me think of the old test of how you find out what your stage "stripper name" is. You know -- take the name of your first pet and combine it with the name of the first street where you lived that you remember. That would make me "Maxie LeFever." It could work! Well, it could have worked a few years and pounds ago. I guess Maxie LeFever will not be working Bourbon Street this Father's Day!)
It looks like my cover might be about to be blown! I received this email today:
Supporter Number 10284611X Supporter Name MoogieP Supporter Contribution Status as of 05/12/2010 Pending
We were reviewing our supporter records and saw that you had not yet made an online gift to the DSCC. The November elections feature a huge and ever-shifting map.
And Karl Rove's American Crossroads group just announced on Friday that it is
turning the full force of its fundraising machine against no fewer than eleven
The DSCC is counting on every one of our grassroots supporters to defeat Republicans and defend President Obama in November. We can't win without your help. Would you consider making a contribution today? Even $5 will make a difference in races from coast to coast.
Please click here to make a gift of $5 or more to the DSCC.
When you give to the DSCC, you'll become part of a powerful grassroots force that has helped elect 14 new Democrats to the Senate since 2006. There is no path to
victory in November without the support of committed Democrats just like you.
Please consider making an immediate donation.
P.S.: Even a gift of $5 will make a difference in November.
Please become a supporter of the DSCC today. We need your help to win in
Paid for by the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee, dscc.org,
and not authorized by any candidate or candidate's committee.
Soooo, they're keeping records and realized that Moogie hasn't fed the kitty yet while accepting all their fascinating emails just brimming with "strategy" -- and panhandling.
Do you suppose they'll cut me off or, heaven forbid, stop sending me "personal" emails from Organizing For America or -- gasp! -- the Young President himself!?!?!
As long as the black helicopters and guys wearing sunglasses and squiggly cords coming out of their ears stay away, I'm good, and the mission continues.
If I disappear, send cookies to Gitmo or Sujiatun prison camp, and tell my family I love them.
(To get a secret message to Moogie in confinement -- the password is "Wolverine!!" And a working knowledge of Chinese might be valuable.)
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Just call me malleable -- the government's example must be getting to me: ask, and if you don't receive, take!
Herewith, today's second (and I'm not promising it's the last!) pilfering from Moonbattery --
Heh. Don't you just love the little jig with Ellen?
Wait -- was that a racist comment?!?!
And, once again, those inclined to believe the U.N. still has any relevance or influence in this world should inquire of Moogie about the excellent beachfront property she has for sale in New Mexico. Cheap.
Stolen from Moonbattery.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Presented last night at the historic Roosevelt Hotel in a private ceremony closed to both the public and the press.
Bling, baby, bling!
If one wears such a ring and lifts one's arm from time to time, one probably gets enough weight training to skip a day or two of weight training!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
In yesterday's column, Pitts said:
Here's some bitter irony for you.
Back in April, I received the Helen Thomas Spirit of Diversity award. Yes, diversity. And yes, Helen Thomas, the legendary White House correspondent who recently nuked her career — and legacy —by telling a rabbi, following a Jewish heritage ceremony at the White House, no less, that the Jews of Israel should, in effect, go back where they came from.
Life sure takes some funny bounces. Two months ago, I was honored to receive an award in the name of a woman who has asked combative questions of every president since John F. Kennedy. Two months later, receiving a Helen Thomas award in the spirit of diversity feels not unlike receiving a Kim Jong Il award in the spirit of diplomacy.
"Kim Jong Il Spirit of Diplomacy Award." Good one.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Anyway -- we were at the Don Cesar -- a beautiful old art deco resort that F. Scott and Zelda used to frequent. You could easily picture them floating down the ornate lobby, cocktails in hand.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Kinda Like What the Mainstream Media Spoon-feeds Us
I overheated my brain over the weekend, so today's post will be fluffish. Plus, my future son-in-law just cracks up every time he sees this box -- he even took a picture of it once so he can crack himself up at home -- so I thought the photo on the box might crack up other folks, too.
We have a geriatric beagle who, despite her age, is constantly on the hunt. The hunt is for food. "Food," in Wendy Whiner's mind, needn't necessarily be edible, and she'll take it where she can get it.
Hence, she is known, for polite discourse, as a poop eater. That is not precisely the phrase my husband uses, but you get the general idea.
Yes, you read that correctly -- she eats poop. Often. With gusto.
Since the consumption of one's own -- or someone else's -- poop can be detrimental to one's health (and, observing the process can be detrimental to the observer's gag reflex), the practice is one that is to be discouraged. "Scooping" is not the answer -- a wily beagle can always find a way to beat the scoop.
So, the product pictured above has been stocked in our house for some time and used according to package instructions to try to break Wendy of her between-meal snacking habits. It claims to "help stop your ... dog from consuming its own feces." How is this miracle product supposed to work, you may wonder? Once consumed, it moves through the digestive system and discourages the dog from wanting to re-eat the by-product because it makes the poop taste bad.
Yep -- it makes the poop taste bad.
Foolish me -- it never occurred to me that poop could taste any way but bad.
For all the unpleasant imagery that it evokes, does the product work well?
Not when one lives with a determined beagle who has a poop monkey on her back.
I'm with the chihuahua on the box, however. Is that a great face, or what! Kinda the same expression I had on my face last week when the Nobel Peace Prize was announced.
Aw, come on -- you knew I had to get in at least one political dig, didn't you? And the dig is pretty much about the same subject matter as the rest of this post -- the knee-jerk reaction to both is "Ewwwww."
Friday, June 11, 2010
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
And it struck me.
Dang. The last few days have been just about nearly perfect.
I have gotten to spend a lot of time with Diane as we prepared to co-host a pre-wedding party for another of our friends' child, had lunch with my Daddy (and will get to see him again before heading south tomorrow), enjoyed my children's company, drove short-cuts and traffic-avoiding routes by reflex, laughed until I couldn't breathe, and enjoyed visiting with a whole houseful of friends at the party at one time.
There's nothing like becoming the friend of an adult child (although, giving up the role of unsolicited-advice-giver is a little tough and takes a lot of practice. I'm still trying to master that one). I've always been close to my kids, but becoming their confidante and drinking buddy, being among the first they think about inviting to go to a movie or shopping, and watching them become willing friends to my friends is nothing short of solid gold. But now I don't want to go home to the "new familiar."
Friday, June 4, 2010
I've got to find a long-term project that I can work on indoors in the pleasant splendor of un-green, southern, air-conditioned, de-humidified comfort. And my activity can't involve oil spills or fouled waterfowl.
I read about a race for some minor state-wide office in Arkansas in which an old head is being faced down by a young upstart. The youngster, in trying to paint the old incumbent as past-his-prime, described him as being on the "trailing edge of technology." While I usually stand up for the geezer, that's a pretty good slam.
It's Hurricane Season 2010 + 4 days. So far, so good.
I fear the "good hair days" are past us for this summer.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
She was right. I know it for a fact.
How, you say, do you know it for a fact, Moogie?
Okay. I'll fess up.
I always wanted to be The Girl From U.N.C.L.E. or Mrs. Peel (of "The Avengers") when I grew up. My aspirations and inclinations toward espionage seem to have compelled me recently to become a "mole" in several liberal organizations so I can keep up with their shenanigans. One of those organizations is a particular political party fundraiser that counts the Young President among its membership,
Hence, and unfortunately, I receive several emails daily seeking monetary donations so they can "continue to keep pace with the Republicans." I mean, these folks are relentless money-grubbers! Today's offerings included this:
In appreciation of your support, we're offering a limited-edition poster of President Obama from renowned artist Anne Savage with a gift of $35 or more to the DSCC. "Out of Many, We Are One" has been featured in numerous publications including Time magazine, and pieces together faces of thousands of Obama supporters into a stunning mosaic of our president. "Out of Many, We Are One" perfectly captures the diversity of Americans who stand behind President Obama. It is truly a remarkable, one-of-a-kind work.This is the poster:
"Remarkable," indeed. Folks, if this isn't the very definition of "communism" in graphic form, I'll eat my hat. I'll eat my hat smeared with liver baby food. (And if the very thought of liver baby food doesn't make you gag, there's something wrong with you!)
Do they really believe we're that naive? They might as well re-title the poster, "Out of Mao, We Are One."
There ain't no "e pluribus" there -- just the "unum."