Author: Dick

The Obamarama made his first pick for the Supremes today, Sonia Sotomayor of the 2nd U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals. Sotomayor has a pretty compelling back story. It appears she doesn’t have a long judicial trail. But nevertheless, one may count on the opposition party on the Senate Judiciary Committee to bruise the candidate as much as is possible. It’s not just a GOP thing, as one should only look back at Justice Samuel Alito’s nomination hearings after President Shrub appointed him.

It seems for as long as I can remember and I am more than a half-century old the opposition party in the Senate has made the confirmation hearings a spectacle more like “Batter the court nominee.” Were such an exercise both useful and expeditious, then perhaps I would think better of it. But I think that it is pretty simple to understand the hearings for a prospective justice are nothing more than a political opportunity that both sides can exploit for their bases who are really riled up about hot-button court issues.

Then again, if Congress would only do what it needed to do in order to better the nation as a whole I am sure we would probably accuse them of being on drugs. And, most likely, they would have to all be smoking something if the members actually did their jobs in Congress rather than play politics.

The 2-year-old son of Pittsburgh Steelers linebacker James Harrison was taken to the hospital with severe but non-life-threatening injuries after he was bitten by a family pit bull. Harrison was not home when his wife let the dog out of a pen and it attacked the child.

Such stories have become all too common these days and raises many questions about who is most responsible for attacks by vicious dogs, man or dog breed. Well, say what you might about dog attacks, and specifically those which are labeled as “pit bull” attacks. There is an amazing amount of ambiguity when it comes to the reporting of dog attacks both by public officials and the media. A pit bull, or to be more precise a “bull terrier,” is ” … an exceedingly friendly dog, with a sweet and fun-loving disposition … ” according to the American Kennel Club. What actually gets reported as a pit bull attack may, in some cases, not be a bull terrier.

Today’s culture, in which some sectors believe that watching and betting on dogs killing and maiming each other, has contributed to what has become a public menace and it isn’t something limited to pit bulls. A Centers for Disease Control report said at least attacks by dogs from 25 different breeds were responsible for 238 human deaths over a 20-year period dating back to 1979. Some 58 percent of those deaths were a result of unrestrained dogs on their owner’s property.

Isn’t it fairly obviously from where the real problem stems? A Web site called pitbulllovers.com puts it very bluntly: “Pit bull attacks happen because people are irresponsible and ignorant.”

One feels reluctant to lay blame on someone when their loved ones have been hurt. But it should be mentioned that Harrison recently told reporters he skipped meeting President Obama with his fellow Super Bowl champion teammates at the White House because it wasn’t a big deal to him. It is there that we shall leave the matter with perhaps enough said.

Returning home this afternoon to Beaumont, Texas, from a couple of days camping in the Angelina National Forest made me realize I should have just stayed.

As my friend, who was camping with me, ran back to Nacogdoches for a few hours yesterday to run some errands, I was left practically alone inside the little campground where we landed known as Boykin Springs. The wind was blowing ever gently yesterday and if you haven’t ever listened to the sound of pine trees whistling in the breeze in the quiet of the woods, then you have really missed something grand. While I planned to camp out only two days, I began thinking seriously about spending another day camped out.

But no. I had to come back to Beaumont, the city which should have as its motto: “You can’t get to there from here.”

For whatever reasons the city government let the streets in all but its best neighborhoods deteriorate to a state of maddening neglect. Now all of a sudden, they want to fix everything all at once. I suppose it is so they can tear it down again and make most of downtown Beaumont a lake, which is what I gather our city moms and dads want to do.

On the way back to my living spaces from downtown here is the construction, repair or other public works work I encountered. Broadway by the post office, construction. Broadway at Martin Luther King, right lane blocked on MLK for the creeping constructionism that is Calder Avenue. I turned on North Street and then hooked a right on First Street. Several blocks up, I went to turn on Ashley, which would be the shortest path of least resistance but city trucks were picking up huge limbs that someone cut down. So I continued onto Evalon, crossed Seventh Street and proceeded to Tenth Street where I would finally turn onto Ashley Avenue.

But no. That’s not happening. This lady in a hard hat and fluorescent vest comes up and said I would have to wait quite a while to get on the street. Apparently, they had resurfaced the street and were waiting to roll it down with one of those big rolling pin machines.

You get the drift though. And there is not a sign one except a sign in the middle of the street saying to turn here to get to the Exxon station on Calder, the street on which the convenience store is located and now is completely shut down in front of the Exxon station due to what I like to call the “creeping constructionism of Calder Avenue.” They are tearing the street up from downtown all the way to I-10 N-S.

The City of Beaumont apparently thinks I, nor thousands of others, have anything better to do than guess which street is going to be open when (most often our guess is not good enough). The only silver lining is that the streets are being improved, but one has to wonder if those streets which were fixed will still be in good shape by the time they finish and subsequently turn downtown into a redneck version of Venice.

Next time I go camping and have an internal debate of whether to stay or go, I think I know how I shall choose.

It’s amazing. My phone doesn’t work out here in the Angelina National Forest of East Texas but my wireless Internet does. Oh well, who needs phones — or the Internet for that matter — when you’re out in the woods?