The Senate Goes Off the Deep End and I Am Not Jumping In to Rescue My Senator

The snowfall in D.C. must have buried the last ounce of common sense remaining in the hallowed halls of the Capitol. I have lost all faith in my government, and that really depresses me. So, to share my holiday doom-and-gloom, I emailed the following today to my Senator, Mary Landrieu:

I am a registered Independent and resident of New Orleans.

Judging by its actions today in connection with the proposed health care legislation, it is increasingly apparent that the Senate has taken leave of its senses. This proposal (and others) clearly will saddle taxpayers and their progeny with such a massive amount of debt that I fear for the solvency of our nation and its business enterprises.

The "deal-making" in which you and your colleagues in the Senate have engaged is reprehensible. Your strategy to cover your own posterior is crystal clear -- plus it is undeniable that you wish to promote only the best interests of the Democratic Party, not your constituents nor your country.

Congress is out of control when it comes to spending money which we do not have and enacting legislation simply for the purpose of enacting legislation. We are clearly on the fast track to becoming that which we have, in the past, laughed at with great derision: a European-style, statist, bankrupt joke. And that future -- the breakdown of our once great nation -- rests squarely on your shoulders; yours and those of your disingenuous, unscrupulous colleagues on Capitol hill.

I have never been ashamed to be an American, but today I am close to that point. Furthermore, I am deeply ashamed to have voted for you in the past to represent my interests and those of my grandchildren. That is not a mistake I shall commit again. In fact, if you continue down this fiscally and socially reckless and irresponsible path of legislation, I shall do everything in my power to see you and your colleagues unseated and unceremoniously sent home, in coach.

This legislation must fail if we are to survive as a world leader. Wake up, look around at what other countries have experienced, and act responsibly before we become little more than a second-rate world debtor.

P.S. GEAUX SAINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ride dem Cowboys hard and put 'em up wet!

Holiday Hurryings

More rain. House is still a disaster, but why clean it when there will be FIVE dogs to track in mud?

Still raining. Spoke to the Board of Volunteers of America and got a Statement of Support signed with Larry Jones, Louisiana's Veteran of the Year for 2009 (and I wrote part of his nomination!)!

It's raining. The kids are still 7 hours away, so I have a little more time to shovel out the top layer of junk before they get here, after the two functions tonight.

Rain. But I don't have to cook or clean up the kitchen tonight!

Ahhhh. I'm so easy.

Spud's Carol of the Bells

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This is just too good! Our local radio personality, Spud McConnell's, "Who Dat" rendition of the "Carol of the Bells." Carol of the Bless-you-Boys?

Geaux Saints! Let's ride dem Cowboys and put 'em up wet!

Visitors and Saintly Christmas Wishes

I'm stealing Elder Daughter's post today -- because I think she's so clever and talented! She came up with "Bark, the Furry Angels Sing," and designed the Christmas card you see above, which is also, obviously, on my refrigerator. The subjects of the card, two of our granddogs Ty and Pippi Lou, will arrive along with Elder Daughter and her Intended tomorrow night for a Saints v. Cowboys battle-cum-victoire/Daddy Birthday Dinner party!

Yay -- five dogs in the house.

At least it stopped raining!

The other pic is a Christmas card I received from a friend -- I'm not posting the second page -- yet! I don't want to jinx the Bless You Boys! But, as a little hint, I plan to post it a little later, once we get past the playoffs!

I'm SO happy my dogs are outside today in actual sunshine -- they were starting to have some serious crankiness (Wendy jumped Rosie and pierced her little forehead) and wet doggy odor!

Science? What Science?

Saw this somewhere. I'm just about ready for those folks in Copenhagen to take a nap, and to take AlGore with them.

Imagine

I'm reading The Shack (by Wm. Paul Young) -- my husband passed it along to me; his sister had passed it to him after she finished it. A lot of it makes my head hurt from thinking too much, but, overall, it's an interesting, and not too difficult, read. Some of its ideas are pretty intriguing. Here's a little taste -- Jesus is speaking of humans:

"You imagine. Such a powerful ability, the imagination! That power alone makes you so like us. But without wisdom, imagination is a cruel taskmaster."

No truer words, those.

Witness the folks in D.C.. And elsewhere.

Saturday Thoughts about Tiger

Sorry -- just couldn't resist. I have been one of Tiger's biggest fans, but now I'm really ticked off at him. Who cares if he's a huge celebrity!? He took a wedding vow just like the gazillion commoners in this world who manage to keep their extra-marital lust in their hearts and their stroke-shaving equipment in their pants.

I'll miss watching him drive, though -- and I'll certainly miss watching him walk away from me. Just like Greg Norman.

Hmmm -- is it getting warm in here?