congressional wusses and einstein’s latest
It’s hard form me to fathom the near-complete lack of backbone the Congress is exhibiting. Bush says, “Bend over and spread ‘em.” and they do. Sixteen Democratic Senators voted to give the prez more power and less oversite to spy on people in the US they think might maybe might possibly be one o’ them teerrists ... justifying their vote that it’s only for six months. I was surprised at the list of Senators kissing Bushie ass: Evan Bayh (Indiana); Tom Carper (Delaware); Bob Casey (Pennsylvania); Kent Conrad (North Dakota); Dianne Feinstein (California); Daniel Inouye (Hawaii); Amy Klobuchar (Minnesota); Mary Landrieu (Louisiana); Blanche Lincoln (Arkansas); Claire McCaskill (Missouri); Barbara Mikulski (Maryland); Bill Nelson (Florida); Ben Nelson (Nebraska); Mark Pryor (Arkansas); Ken Salazar (Colorado); and Jim Webb (Virginia).
Now the Dem reps have passed the bill so they can scurry on home for vacation (like those legislators in Iraq) without having to look weak on terrorism.
No, they don’t look weak on terrorism. Just weak. What happened to the men and women we sent to Washington to kick ass and take names?
It’s time for term limitations. Two terms, period. Congressional office should not be a career—our country’s founders never meant it to be.
Anyway, I need to change the subject before the stress hormones start triggering some more psoriasis patches. Dad sent the monthly photo of Einstein (click the image to enlarge it)—he titled this one “The Great Escape,” one of three escapes today, he said. How? “She’s really slick, she comes out of nowhere.”
Just two weeks until we leave for Michigan! We ordered a crate for the cats from http://www.dog.com along with a cushion for the cats and one for Ginger. We never had to use a crate for Twitch, but we have a hunch Slink won’t be such a good traveler. It’s one of those foldable crates so we’ll give it a whirl and only use it if we have to.
See, just thinking about seeing Mom and Dad and Three Mile Beach has calmed me down.
The grass crunches, Dad said. He said it’s been so long since they’ve had rain he can’t remember when it was. I asked him about the forest fire in the Upper Peninsula, near Newberry—it’s a part of the UP that we love. He said there was a forest fire at Sand Lake not too long ago, which is just 30 miles south of Oscoda. He said you could see the smoke. My parents’ house is about a thousand feet from the Huron National Forest, so thoughts of forest fires in Michigan are worrisome. Hope it rains there, and rains a lot.
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