darfur, sudan

2.5 million people have been driven from their homes in Darfur, Sudan. Each day, they face threats that should not be hard for us to imagine – including rape, disease, and starvation; though, if you are like me, you prefer not to imagine them.

These are people. They need our help to put an end to the genocide and they need it NOW. That they are people, in the sense that my friends and family are people, is another concept my brain wants to ignore. They don’t look like us, or dress like us, or let us take the right-of-way at an intersection. They don’t live in cities like us, or talk about the stock market or literature. Isn’t it easier to turn away from their deaths, by the thousands, than it would be if they were Americans?

Well, I believe God loves them each and every one just the same as He loves me. And my weak-minded willingness to tolerate their suffering is pitiful and irrelevant. So please join me in taking the first step in stopping the violence.

Use this link to sign the Save Darfur Coalition’s petition urging President Bush and the UN Secretary-General to take immediate steps to stop the killing. Maybe we can make a difference in the lives of millions of people in the region who desperately need our help.

The Save Darfur Coalition is urging the international community to prevent further killings, displacement, and rape by deploying the UN peacekeeping force that has already been authorized, strengthen the understaffed African Union force that is already in Darfur, establish a no-fly zone, increase humanitarian aid, and ensure access for delivery of food, medication and other essential supplies.

what’s going on here?

I’m listening to Charlie Brown Christmas music on the laptop, and watching the minutes whirl by like snowflakes (yes, I’ve seen some at some point in the distant past) while my thoughts settle into drifts. A pure white winter wasteland, devoid of sentience, let alone cognition. I mean the tree is lit, but nobody’s home. But man, this music is cool. The album came out in ’65 – with the TV show – the year I was four.

Back in those days we didn’t listen with our laptops and I-Pods. It took a strong man to to hand crank whatever needed cranking, be it the model-T, the ice cream maker, or the gramophone.

We’d lost our innocence with the fall of Camelot too years and a month earlier, but a sweet jazz piano riff to the tune of O Tannenbaum could still turn heads. We couldn’t have envisioned the soulsucking cynicism of the Patriot Act.

I never thought it was such a bad little tree. … maybe it just needs a little love.

Oh, I’m rambling … here, watch for yourself.

triggerhappy: my issue with authority

Are cops afraid of dogs? I’m afraid so. They’re afriad of all of us, especially gangs, but dogs just completely piss them off. There’s the fear of teeth I guess, and the fact that sooner or later, some men who carry guns around just have to shoot something. I’ve been watching the phenomenon for years. And until a recent computer crash, I’d amassed a respectable collection of news stories about cops shooting people’s dogs for stress relief, fun, target practice, and just because at the moment of making a decision a police officer is trained to resort to violence.

I remember when I was a kid in the Boy Scouts, and a veteran local cop gave a speech to our troop. He said that in about 20 years of being a police officer, he had never drawn his gun in the line of duty, because they were trained not to draw unless they intended to fire, not to fire except to kill. He’d never seen the need to kill anyone. And back then, the police didn’t tackle people unless forced to do so. They made you put your hands behind your back, handcuffed you, frisked you, and led you away to jail.

Now I watch TV – the documentary Cops shows – and I see that they draw their guns routinely, put people on the ground, tackle them, sit on them, etc. You’ve seen it too. The have batons and teargas and such, but they increasingly pull their Glocks, and more often we see a guy on the ground with a cop’s knee on his neck.

Recently, I saw a Cops show where they’d set up a drug buying sting. People walked up to an undercover cop, bought drugs, and were arrested as they left. Except they weren’t arrested. As each buyer walked away, he was tackled – blindsided – by a cop who flew at him from the shadows off-camera. Then more cops piled on. I’m saying each one was literally tackled, like in football, slammed to the pavement, by screaming officers. They were breaking the law, they got busted, but dammit they’re still citizens and entitled to fair treatment and due process of law. Instead, their civil rights were grossly violated. And no, this wasn’t an episode from Moscow or Beijing. It was someplace like St. Louis or Kansas City. And the cops went there with cameras – they knew it was being filmed.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m a law-abiding, law-respecting, citizen. I respect the police and the courts, and I’m certainly not suggesting that the cops should put themselves at unnecessary risk. But something is getting out of control somewhere. There’s been a shift in the way The Authorities view The People, the people’s property, and – most offensive – people’s little pets.

TELL CITY, Ind. – Mayor Gayle Strassel says the city’s street department was wrong to dump dogs shot by city police officers onto the bank of the Ohio River behind a near-downtown flood wall, but she defends the shooting of the animals.

Complaints surfaced last weekend after Tell City residents questioned the presence of yhe deteriorating carcasses of three dogs along the riverbank.

Perry County does not have an animal control officer, and the dogs had been shot by police, Chief David Faulkenberg said, after they exhibited aggressive tendencies toward officers. A county ordinance requires dogs to be on a leash. [Link]


One of the three dogs shot and dumped by these people, who are armed and trained to defend themselves against humans by non-lethal means, was a boxer named Harley. You can read about Harley here. And expect lots of posts on this topic, because cops are afraid of dogs, they’re triggerhappy, and I’m rebuilding my collection of these stories. This chickenshit behavior has to stop.

remembering junior high

Do you remember how much you weighed in junior high school? The average boy reaches 100 pounds at age 13, in 7th grade. I googled this. But I guess they call it middle school now.
 
As many of my constant readers know, I’ve been on a serious weight loss program for over a year now. So tonight I went to the clinic to weigh in, as I do each week. 
 
Somewhere along the way, I seem to have misplaced a 7th grader. Yep, it’s official, I’ve lost 100 pounds. It’s a milestone I’ve been looking forward to blowing past for a long time. Feels great!
 
Thank you for your support.
 
 

brrrrr and the end of the world

It’s a cold night Carpinteria. Another night for the hoodie. Fortunately, there’s a concert honoring James Taylor on PBS, and I’ve got that to keep me warm. (I have heat in my condo, but I’m trying to keep it to a minimum. It’s radiant – big electric elements in the ceiling, which work fine but run up the bill like crazy.)
 
I love James Taylor. Not personally, but his music. He’s such an artist. Unpretentious, honest, with a clean delivery.
 
Speaking of clean, I got my carpets cleaned today. Which means the little dove-gray patch in the living room, where Tasha used to have her little bed, is gone.
 
The end of the world as we knew it.
 
I used to hear people mention the end of the world, and I was naive enough to think it was a single event in time and space, which odds suggested I would not live to see. How could I have known I would live to see it arise in benign morning, pass the day in angry silence on my porch, and walk off with my treasurers into weedy dust and dusk, again and again.

Senator Boxer: Help Change the Course in Iraq

Dear Friend:

If you believe that it is time for a new direction in Iraq, I hope you will go to my website at http://boxer.senate.gov and look for the link to a Petition to Redeploy Our Troops.”  By signing this petition, you will join your fellow Californians in asking the President to redeploy our troops and have Iraqis begin to rule their own country.

I encourage you to consider this vitally important issue and let your voice be heard.

Sincerely,

Barbara Boxer
United States Senator

it’s here

I heard a strange noise, something I haven’t heard in a while. So I went to the door to investigate, and discovered that it’s raining. Wow. It’s wonderful. There’s so much around here that needs a good rinse.
 
But happiness is watching Sunday night football with Dad, with a Happy dog sleeping on the sofa next to you, and getting all warm and cozy under a comfy comforter.
 
It was a pretty good game, and I think that’s partly due to the Colts’ no-huddle offense. Makes the game move at a better tempo. All the NFL teams should play that way.
 
 

the tryptophan effect

1:15 pm : It was a very quiet day in the stock market.  The indices all opened significantly lower.  The dollar dropped sharply in European trading.  That knocked European stocks lower and produced a negative tone for the US open.  There were no economic releases or earnings reports, and virtually no corporate news.   The markets began to claw their way back through the day, reflecting the resilience that has been apparent in recent weeks.