Oh my, I do believe I have cracked under pressure. This is not good for someone who is so very attractive. Please fix me!!! Oh please, oh please!
Merci, Jean Paul, I do detest this poverty. It does not befit a creature who is so pretty to use shoes to roll her hair. What shall I do???
I am s-s-o p-p-pret-t-t-y yet s-s-o c-c-cold.
Lady Bird: Why the hell not?
Texas bloggers got together and picked their Texan of the Year. I probably would have picked someone different than State Rep. Carter Casteel. For one thing, I don’t have a clue who she is. I wouldn’t have known she was a she had I not read In the Pink or my old co-worker Nate’s Common Sense.
The crux of the biscuit, to paraphrase Frank Zappa, is that I suppose I have just given up on the Texas Legislature. I wrote them off two years ago during the redistricting fiasco and I think if when they meet they would all just go off and get drunk and do nothing our state government would be in much better shape. I can’t say much for the executive branch either except Gov. Rick’s got good hair and Lite Guv Dewhurst, well, I just don’t know about that dude.
So I guess the Texas Blogger choice was based on knowledge of what our state leaders are actually doing rather than the mean-spirited indifference I show toward our Texas governmental officials. So who would I have picked as Texan of the Year? I don’t know, there are a lot of choices: Kinky Friedman, Lance Armstrong, my perennial fave Willie Nelson, Dan Blocker (hey, it’s my choice, I can pick a dead Hoss if I want to). I am just not good at picking the something of the sometime.
If I have to absolutely positively pick someone as Texan of the Year I guess I’ll pick … Lady Bird Johnson. Why? She was the mother of roadside beautification (not to mention Luci Bird and Lynda Bird). She put up with that megalomaniac LBJ. And she is not dead yet (unlike Dan Blocker). So for 2005 Texan of the Year, I give you … da, da, da, daaaaaaaaaaa: Claudia Alta Taylor Lady Bird Johnson. Cheers Mrs. LBJ.
More Cameron Parish destruction
At least I think this was the bar
Sadly, not an unfamiliar sight in downtown Cameron, La.
Back in January I got a week of comp time off from the job I had then and decided to go somewhere completely different. Since I then lived in Waco, that would have been anywhere. But I chose among my destinations Cameron, La. Why? I had never been on that particular stretch of the Gulf coast.
Although my accommodations that night were not very comfortable I nonetheless had a good time the one afternoon I spent in Cameron. I found this little bar downtown that was populated with colorful old Cajun guys and what I thought at the time might be the town’s one good looking woman.
This afternoon I went back to Cameron. I was down there sort of on assignment, well I guess if the publication buys my story it will have been on assignment. Anyway, I think the photo above is of the bar I had such a good time in back in January. I have seen a lot of damage from Hurricane Rita over the past two months. After all, I live in a town that was hit hard by the storm. But Cameron is just, well, destroyed. I’m still sorting out my feelings about all the damage I saw today. It was a mighty bad wind.
Weasel ripped my soul
Gee Dubya announced today he has a plan for victory that will ensure the Crawford Pirates will win their Division II state quarterfinal game against Celina on Friday. Bush vowed to bring in the Delta Force if necessary.
I remember having a very pleasant interview with the man who would become the 43rd president of the United States. GW was campaigning for his daddy’s losing race against Bill Clinton. Dubya looked me in the eye, gave me a pleasant grin and shook my hand before telling me how the elementary school class his twin daughters were in had a straw vote and elected George H.W. as president. Cute story. Just me and George. No Karen Hughes up his butt like later when he was governor. None of the snarkiness that overcame him as governor. None of the arrogance nor the idiocy he sometimes displays these days when he opens his mouth. Either Dubya was a fraud then or somebody hijacked Dubya’s soul. Maybe a little of both.
His speech today at the Naval Academy just appears to be more of the Iraq war snake oil he and his merry band of misfits have been peddling since long before the “shock and awe” days. Stay the course. Let’s go out in a blaze of glory. Damn.
It would have been nice to recount my days as a newspaper reporter (I am now a freelance writer and write for no one in particular for those of you cruising by) of having covered GW as citizen, governor and president were George W. a great man and great citizen, governor and president. I don’t know how he is as a citizen. He wasn’t a bad governor. But God almighty, I didn’t think I’d ever see anyone who sucked as president worse than Richard Nixon. Until now.
What is really bad/sad/smell like shad/ is that I can think of no one in the official chain I would want to replace him. Cheney? He’s worse than Bush, Nixon and Clinton combined. Hastert? I’d rather my neighborhood crazy lady — who said this morning on my daily walk that she’d throw a brick at me — be president. Frist? DeLay? I’d prefer my two paroled child molester neighbors over those two crooks as president. (Hey, my neighborhood is really pretty good all-in-all, with a few exceptions.)
I really wish I could be like Rip Van Winkle and go to sleep and when I wake up, Bush and all the rest of the vermin would be gone from office. But I’m afraid that if I went to sleep for too long I would wake up and nothing would be left standing. Nothing worthwhile at least. Man oh man George W. you let me down. Not as president because by that time I knew you weren’t worth a whole hell of a lot. But as a human being. If I’m cynical, and I am, you helped sealed the deal Lucille. You seemed like a stand-up guy back in ’92. And now you’re just another weasel politician. What a waste dude.