Waiting

When I moved to the Sierra Nevada mountains in 1993, the cabin just below me wasn’t yet occupied. Open for touring, the home, quite frankly, smelled of cat piss and dog feces. I opted against the house. A short time later a husband, wife and daughter moved in. The ripped the carpets out immediately. They were of a type wherein, early on, I waved to them when I saw them pass my house, in town, or as we passed in cars. They never waved back. I figured: so be it. The husband and wife separated for a time then, about a year later, she came back. They’d been together now for about four years.

A week ago, I noticed the man’s white Chevy Blazer was gone. I’d believed him to be retired from CalTrans but thought: maybe he’s back working for CalTrans, or on an assignment.

Yesterday I checked for my mail at the post office. A small piece of paper was tacked to a wall, indicating that he had passed away at a care home in a larger town below mine, on March 11th, at the relatively young age of 64. I saw his photo. Yes, it was the man whose white Chevy Blazer had never returned. I’d seen him about a week prior, then he and the truck were gone.

He had a blonde-colored dog named Katy. She never warmed up to me at all, was very wary of any strangers, but protected their property well. Despite his not being able to easily walk, he was out every day throwing a ball to Katy. She was clearly his dog. His truck would come down the street and she would magically appear to greet him. She never liked me but, despite that, I could tell that she was a very good dog. She did her job. She played, she fetched, she loved her master.

I finally understood. That is her photo above. She waits in the street, attentive. Waiting for the white Chevy Blazer, and her master. She’s been alternately laying and pacing for days now, her gaze fixed up the street.

Neither shall ever return.

She is a very good dog. I feel sad.

BZ

Religious Left: Enviro Despoilers

Once more, a clear and documented example of the Religious Left doing as they wish in hypocritical contravention of their flowery rhetoric:

Ted Kennedy Dumps Fuel into Nantucket Sound
Friday, March 14, 2008 9:14 AM

Ted Kennedy has called Nantucket Sound near his Massachusetts estate “a national treasure” — but that didn’t stop the senator from having oil dumped from his yacht into its waters.

A local photographer spotted an oil slick coming from Kennedy’s yacht Mya as Kennedy and his guests left the vessel in a launch following a race that ended in Hyannis, the Cape Cod Today newspaper reported.

The lensman was so shocked that he rowed his dinghy out to question the crew member left aboard the yacht.

He asked the crewman, “What the hell are you doing?”

The crewman said that diesel fuel had gotten into the bilge and he was told to dump it.

When the photographer pointed out that the yacht was moored in coastal waters near shellfish beds and people swimming, the crewman replied, “Whatever.”

And of course, as the hypocrisy worsens:

As Newsmax reported earlier, Kennedy has opposed a proposal to construct a wind farm in Nantucket Sound to produce cheap, clean energy. Asked why, he said: “That’s where I sail.”

Ted Kennedy, not only the negligent person responsible for Mary Jo Kopechne’s death, and embraced by the Religious Left, but a despoiler of the environment he so alleged treasures.
BZ

The Desk Lesson

(Thanks, Steve!)
Back in September of 2005, on the first day of school, Martha Cothren, a Social Studies school teacher at Robinson High School in Little Rock, Arkansas, did something not to be forgotten.

On the first day of school, with the permission of the school superintendent, the principal and the building supervisor, she removed every desk from her classroom.

When the First Period kids entered the room, they discovered that there were no desks.

Looking around, confused, they asked, “Ms. Cothren, where’re our desks?”

She replied, “You can’t have a desk until you tell me what you have done to earn the right to sit at a desk.”

They thought: “Well, maybe it’s our grades.”

“No,” she said.

“Maybe it’s our behavior,” they offered.

She told them, “No, it’s not even your behavior.”

And so, they came and went, the first period, second period, third period. Still no desks in the classroom. By early afternoon television news crews had started gathering in Ms. Cothren’s classroom to report about this crazy teacher who had taken all the desks out of her room.

The final period of the day came, and puzzled students found seats on the floor of the deskless classroom.

Martha Cothren said, “Throughout the day no one has been able to tell me just what he or she has done to earn the right to sit at the desks that are ordinarily found in this classroom. Now I am going to tell you.”

At this point, Martha Cothren went over to the door of her classroom and opened it.

Twenty-seven U.S. Veterans, all in uniform, walked into that classroom — each one carrying a school desk. The Veterans began placing the school desks in rows, and then they would walk over and stand alongside the wall.

By the time the last soldier had set the final desk in place, the students began to understand, perhaps for the first time in their lives, just how the right to sit at those desks must be earned.

Martha Cothren said:

“You didn’t earn the right to sit at these desks. These heroes did it for you. They placed the desks here for you. Now, it’s up to you to sit in them. It is your responsibility to learn, to be good students, to be good citizens. They paid the price so that you could have the freedom to get an education. Don’t ever forget it.”

This is a true story. If you doubt, go here to affirm.

  • If you can read this, thank a teacher.
  • If you read it in English, thank a soldier.

BZ

Two Points


. . . that I’d like to make about Geraldine Ferraro:
  1. Regards her comment about Barack Hussein Obama: duh. These are called both “facts in evidence” and “stating the obvious.”
  2. She looks just like Hal Holbrook.
BZ

The other thing I very much enjoy: the Demorats are tearing themselves apart with Political Correctness, harkening back to a post I originally made on January 15th of this year wherein I wrote: These are either the best or the worst of times for Demorat voters:
1. They can either vote for Barack Hussein Obama against Hillary Rodham Clinton and be sexists.
2. Or they can vote for Hillary Rodham Clinton against Barack Hussein Obama and be racists.

Demorats: Remember This


As a buttress to yesterday’s post, I checked out the following from WeaselZippers (referred to me by Mark) whereupon it is written:

It might come as a surprise that the country with the largest oil reserves is not Saudi Arabia, Iran or Venezuela, but Canada.

Yet America’s No. 1 trading partner is concerned that the U.S. doesn’t want its oil. Canada has an estimated 1.6 trillion barrels of oil on its territory. Saudi Arabia has an estimated 270 billion barrels. But much of Canada’s oil is locked in tough-to-excavate tar sands in the province of Alberta.

Canada’s government recently sent U.S. Defense Secretary Robert Gates a
letter warning that it might not be able to sell the U.S. any of the oil America needs for national defense, according to the Financial Times of London.

You must be kidding me! Canada can’t sell us more of the oil we need? Why not? To continue:

The reason: The Energy Independence and Security Act of 2007, which was passed with “great gusto and self-righteousness by the Democratic Congress,” an editorial in Investor’s Business Daily (IBD) observes.

Under the Act, tar sands are considered an alternative fuel, and the law requires oil sold to the U.S. government from alternative sources to emit fewer greenhouse gases than oil produced from conventional sources.

Is there any point to this? In my opinion, there is not. And who had driven this process? Why, that would be the Demorats.

Please, remember this when you can’t afford a tank of gas. When the costs of goods delivered by truck or rail (most everything extant) spiral into the stratosphere. When your wife or girlfriend takes the bus or light rail and is accosted or, God forbid, assaulted by the mingling scrotes or mentally deficient bums and human detritus frequenting mass transit during, to or from various stations.

I can tell you right now, I will never allow my wife to ride Sacramento buses or light rail and subject herself to the pond scum that can be found there.

Again, remember who placed the country onto the path it’s obviously taking: lacking the energy necessary to keep it running; namely:

The Demorats.

Classifying the oil sands as a nonconventional fuel would unnecessarily complicate the integrated Canada-U.S. energy relationship,” said Tristan Landry, a spokesman for Canada’s embassy in Washington.

Let there be no mistake:

America lacks not for the fiscal means or the technical capabilities to build more refineries, more electrical generation stations, more infrastructure, more oil wells, enabling more energy independence until viable, workable and logical energy alternatives are identified and instituted in a mass fashion.

It’s not that we can’t; it’s that we are internally constrained by political forces in the form of the Demorat Party under the pressures placed by various misled environmental factions spearheaded by the Religious Left.

I still to this day cannot understand what motivates the Left via the Demorats to continuously attempt to remove the power and independence of our great nation.

BZ

P.S.
The top photo is of actual oil-sand.