Leslie reminded Austin it was getting too big for its britches

We end on a sad note this week.

The bonafide character of Austin, the sometimes homeless, scraggly and cross-dressing, Leslie Cochran died this week at the age of 60. If you have read this blog from the beginning, you might remember that Leslie was my original choice for Texas governor in the 2010 election. He didn’t win. He didn’t even run. Some say Leslie exemplified what helped “keep Austin weird.” I’m not so sure. I’m not even sure Austin is any weirder than, say, Marquez, or maybe even Dime Box.

Creative Commons photo by Johanna McShan Photography

Perhaps Leslie was what helped Austin from being just another large Texas city with too much traffic and too little infrastructure. Or perhaps Leslie’s thong-exposed butt was stuck out there on South Congress Avenue to help remind others that the city and its folks aren’t nearly as cool as they think they are.

That’s not to say I hate or don’t like Austin. I do like it. I’ve liked it since the 70s when it was a little city with a refreshing absence of blatant self-superiority. It was certainly more enjoyable when you weren’t forced stop for traffic jams at all hours of the day on I-35 or other crowded byways. Or, of course, it was definitely more favorable when the Armadillo World Headquarters still existed. Those were the days, such as when a topless UT coed sunbathing and literally “hanging out” at Barton Springs Pool was more as a act of simple youth enjoyment rather than an exercise of entitled chic.

Many headlines and news clips today say Austin is less weird with Leslie gone. I just say Austin is left a little less colorful and minus a living example to warn a city that it can get a little too big for its britches.

 

A “rat” awesome blog post, it is

Holy Foley, there is a lot going on and I don’t have time to put my two-point-five cents’ worth in, to escape ending with a preposition. I haven’t been here in a few days thanks to Verizon. I finally got my second replacement for the 4G upgrade I received a week or so ago. The replacement’s replacement is a “MiFi,” or “Jetpack.” which is basically a device smaller than my cell phone that provides a mobile wi-fi hot spot wherever I go. In theory. The device and battery arrived in two separate boxes on two separate days. It’s a funny thing but there is little communication between Verizon and FedEx. I bet that surprises the hell out of you if you’ve ever dealt with either one of those companies. I still am awaiting a charger for the MiFi which will come in maybe one, maybe three days. I can use my phone charger on the MiFi for the time being, thankfully.

I have a doctor’s appointment at the local VA, the monthly type, in about 1.5 hours, but I will write a few things, go to the doc, well, nurse and then come back to this labor of love (Say what?) when I finish my rat-killing. Oh lighten up, PETA, I’m not really killing rats except the ones that come inside where I live and chomp on rat bait. “Doing your rat-killing” or “Finishing my rat-killing” is just an East Texas way of saying I am going to run errands or do some chore or the other.

All hail the President

President Obama just held his first news conference since October. He announced that SEAL Team 6 has been sent to take out Rush Limbaugh. That’s a joke, son. I think the most poignant remark Seamus O’Bama made today concerned all the saber-rattling taking place all over the place. Some folks such as John McCain — who never saw a problem that couldn’t be taken care of with by a Cruise missile, Tom or otherwise, wants us to bomb Syria. Captain McCain wants us to help out the Syrians fighting against the dictator Assad. That might not be so bad if we knew Assad would not be replaced by some Hezbollah-Bolla-Slop-Bucket or that rockin’ group named Al Cicada and His Exploding Crickets.

Then there is Iran to bomb. Israel would probably have already bombed them had there not been more targets in sunny Teheran than Newton Yahoo has in his Tel Aviv arsenal. President O’Bama said it is easy for folks to stand on the sidelines and say “bomb ’em,” to paraphrase.

“Now, what’s said on the campaign trail — you know, those folks don’t have a lot of responsibilities, said the Prez. “They’re not commander in chief. And when I see the casualness with which some of these folks talk about war, I’m reminded of the costs involved in war; I’m reminded of the decision that I have to make, in terms of sending our young men and women into battle, and the impacts that has on their lives, the impact it has on our national security, the impact it has on our economy.

“This is not a game,” the CINC said. “And there’s nothing casual about it.”

Soup or Tuesday?

Remember the movie “Willard?” The original is the only one I remember. There was a remake too. The point is that Willard loved rats. Whether Willard Mitt Romney loves rats, I don’t know. If he thought it might get him votes, he might get in bed nekkid with a whole passel of rodents and roll around with them. You can probably substitute rodents there with $100 bills. Tonight, Willard could lock up the Republican presidential nomination. And then he might not. I’m kind of tired of that whole rat race. What is it with the rat theme today, anyway? To celebrate Soup or Tuesday, I will hopefully watch “Justified” tonight because the stupid hotel in which I was staying in San Antonio last week didn’t carry FX on its cable.

I’m off to the VA!

Ugh. What a way to spend an afternoon of leave. That is it today, bucakangaroos!

 

Back here discussing a few

You might have noticed I haven’t posted in a day or three. Ah, one word: “Verizon.” Long story and don’t want to talk about it right now.

I am on business in San Antonio overnight. Made the 4.5-hour drive from Beaumont on I-10. The speed limit was raised on most highways in Texas to 75 mph so more people will burn hydrocarbons. I can’t drive 55, but I can drive 75. For some reason, driving 75 feels like you are driving 82.5 mph. You know what I mean?

There are GOP primaries in Arizona and Michigan tonight. Whoopie! I will be watching NCIS x 2 and “Justified.” If you’ve not watched “Justified” on FX, you are missing a hell of a show. It is a very well-written, well-filmed and well-acted program. The first makes sense, of course, since it is based on Elmore Leonard’s novels “Riding the Rap” and “Pronto,” as well as the short story “Fire in the Hole.” That alone should make you want to watch “Justified” if you don’t already. I have already covered this subject before including the fact that the show has a cool Website with a couple of interactive games to help with that time you’ve been wanting to waste. Right?

As far as the primaries, if Mittens loses in Michigan — where his father was governor and CEO of American Motors (AMC) — then he’s stick-a-fork-in-the-toast done. Well, maybe not but it won’t make that nomination any easier to attain. George Wildken (where do they get all the weird names, Mitt’s name is Willard Mitt Romney) Romney also ran for the GOP nomination. He tried and failed back in 1968. That was when Tricky Dick Nixon was chosen for his first term.

I listened to Rush Limberjaw for about two minutes while driving today. He said there is no way that Obama will be reelected whether Romney or Santorum wins the Republican nomination. I think Rush sounds like he might be on the Oxy again.  I disagree, vigorously, with Rush’s ridiculous position just as I disagree that Rush is not a big balloon full o’ methane gas.

I’m back. Welcome back, welcome back, welcome back. That reminds me. I was zipping through the radio stations while driving to San Antonio and caught on a Houston urban music station a Zydeco version of “Movin On Up,” the old theme from “The Jeffersons” TV series. My friend Rene always called the show, “The Jeffersonians.” It was something to do. I am not for sure who recorded the Zydeco version.

Santorum: The face of the once Grand Old Party

Never would I have expected Rick Santorum as front runner for the Republican presidential nomination.

I know it’s just February. I also know that several candidates have been out front in this race, or the weekly media buzz, that I really couldn’t have imagined. There was Rick Perry, Herman Cain, Newt Gingrich, Michelle Bachmann, and, of course, Willard Mitt Romney. Well, I suppose if Cain and Bachmann could generate excitement then I should have imagined that the same goes for Santorum. Still.

Of all the major GOP candidates, Santorum is the biggest demagogue. He also happens to be an extremely dangerous sort of demagogue. When it is convenient for him Santorum wants “big government” off our backs. He has no trouble, however, with government in our bedrooms and even in our private parts.

Santorum has railed against modern health care for women and infants such as blasting contraception and saying prenatal testing leads to more abortions.  

He portends to know what is in the hearts of people — President Obama in particular — and attack their “theology” even when they don’t know jack about it. His new press secretary said Obama had radical “Islamic” policies before she called back to the MSNBC program on which she was talking in order to say she misspoke. Don’t they all … misspeak?

Among the other trash talk which comes from the man his critics, me included, like to call “Man on dog,” is attacking environmental science that does not match his own beliefs.

I think he is a dangerous man because he doesn’t tend to consider the views, including the religious ones, of others. Those sentiments, which he has expressed endlessly are of an unbending evangelicalism that I fear he would try to put into law. I have no problem with tempered religious discussion in school, nor prayer. People are free to pray, in silent, just as millions do every day. I don’t believe religion should be mandated in public schools though, and if symbols of Christianity are placed in government facilities there should be no denial of other religious symbols including, yes, Islam.

Frankly, I hope Santorum is the GOP nominee because I believe the majority of Americans have trouble with the thought of his neo-Puritanical mindset injected into government. I don’t see the Republican nomination going to Santorum though. The big party men with the cigars and tons of money want someone with a chance to beat the black man. That’s pretty much the long and short of it. The old party rich and powerful will prevail, and if it not, we will finally see the destruction of the Grand Old Party. I’ve predicted such a split before, this is just another way it can happen.

State legislatures in the U.S.: Only those with pea-sized brains need apply

Remember Mr. Peabody and Sherman? They were the cartoon characters in the “Peabody’s Improbable Tales” segment of the popular 1960s “The Bullwinkle Show.” The fictional Mr. Peabody was a dog, who along with his “boy” Sherman, would revisit history in the WABAC (pronounced “wayback”) machine which resulted in some awry version of a historical event.

Alas, some state legislatures — especially those conquered or heavily influenced by recent Republican waves — are producing laws which seem as if they were the result of a trip in some WABAC machine. Some legislation passed by GOP-led state houses are more in step with Colonial America than the U.S.A. of present. Sometimes one wonders if the neo-Puritan Republicans seek a return to the good old days of the 17th century when a man who dissed the Sabbath by kissing his wife, after returning from three years at sea, would get several hours in the stocks. Such was the time that men might also find themselves a bit “taller” after being stretched by the pillory for such offenses as slander, drunkenness or fortune-telling.

Here are some examples of what “enlightened” state houses are passing these days for the betterment of its citizens:

  • Let’s say you are a junior high school teacher in Arizona and you have just had the crap beaten out of you by several of your darling little students. That’s bad, of course. But if a law being considered is passed, make sure your sudden, unexpected pain does not cause you to utter one of the words considered obscene by the Federal Communications Commission. You know, those words such as s**t or f**k! Arizona State Sen. Lori Klein — the same smart person who pointed a gun at a reporter last year while demonstrating a laser sight during an interview — has introduced a law prohibiting teachers from using such dirty words in front of students. While it is common sense not to talk dirty to students, it would be tempting to call the “brainy” senator a dumb f**king b***h upon her pointing a gun at someone in an attempt to be clever.
  • Florida lawmakers are setting in motion a bill that would give them immunity from having to testify or turn over documents in lawsuits. Lawmakers who proposed the law say its timing has nothing at all to do with a lawsuit filed against redistricting that was done with clear Republican advantage. Oh no, wouldn’t do that. Not at all.
  • GOP members of the Virginia House of Delegates passed a bill that would define human life beginning at conception, not at birth. The Republicans of the Oklahoma Senate have okayed a similar bill. Critics of such “personhood” laws believe passage of similar legislation could cause restrictions or even bans on use of contraceptives. Why not go a step farther? How about banning that 1st drink you take about five or six hours before … Oh, and maybe they should consider banning those “Daisy Duke” shorts and halter tops while they’re at it. I’m sure they wear those somewhere in Virginia and, if not, I know they do in Muskogee.

It is fully expected that states such as those aforementioned will also be passing laws soon in which the minimum requirement for election to state government requires the candidate to possess no larger than a pea-sized brain. Such legislation will no doubt ensure continued domination of state legislatures and offices by Republican party members.