the latino leadership speaks

Augustin Cebada, Brown Berets; “Go back to Boston!  Go back to Plymouth Rock, Pilgrims!  Get out!  We are the future.  You are old and tired.  Go on.  We have beaten you.  Leave like beaten rats.  You old white people.  It is your duty to die . Through love of having children, we are going to take over.
 
Richard Alatorre, Los Angeles City Council. “They’re afraid we’re going to take over the governmental institutions and other institutions.  They’re right.  We will take them over . . . We are here to stay.”

Excelsior, the national newspaper of Mexico, “The American Southwest seems to be slowly returning to the jurisdiction of Mexico without firing a single shot.”

Professor Jose Angel Gutierrez, University of Texas; “We have an aging white America.  They are not making babies.  They are dying.  The explosion is in our population . . . I love it.  They are shitting in their pants with fear.  I love it.”

Art Torres, Chairman of the California Democratic Party, “Remember 187–proposition to deny taxpayer funds for services to non-citizens–was the last gasp of white America in California.”

Gloria Molina, Los Angeles County Supervisor, “We are politicizing every single one of these new citizens that are becoming citizens of this country . . . I gotta tell you that a lot of people are saying, “I’m going to go out there and vote because I want to pay them back.”

Mario Obledo, California Coalition of Hispanic Organizations and California State Secretary of Health, Education and Welfare under Governor Jerry Brown, also awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom by President Bill Clinton, “California is going to be a Hispanic state.  Anyone who doesn’t like it should leave.”

Jose Pescador Osuna, Mexican Consul General , “We are practicing ‘La Reconquista’ in California.”

Professor Fernando Guerra, Loyola Marymount University; “We need to avoid a white backlash by using codes understood by Latinos . . . “

to forgive divine

Yesterday, I reported a bad experience in Albertsons.  I posted a form message to the company via their Web site, and got a call today from the assistant manager of the store.  He was very nice, apologetic, and sincere.  He promised a sea change for the crew.  And today when I went in, there were plenty of people manning the registers, bagging groceries, etc.  I was out in a flash. 
 
That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
 

better today

Happy seemed to be feeling better today.  I took her a new toy when I went over, and we went to the park, along with my Dad.  It was cloudy and cool, but girls were playing softball with lots of parents watching, so life was definitely going on.
 
Looks like the sun is coming out now, so I’m off for a walk to the cliffs overlooking the harbor seal sanctuary.  I walked out there last night, just before sunset, and it was amazing. 

bad service at albertsons

Ever get pissed off in the grocery store and just leave? I did, today. All I wanted was some stupid Crystal Light. Had it in my little fist, looking for a way to pay for it and get out. Three checkstands were operational, the rest closed…

#1: Ooops, there’s a closed sign on the conveyor.

#2: A lady just starting to unload a massive cartload of stuff.

#3 is Express and no customer there. Cool. But just as I walked up, out comes the little closed sign, and off goes the employee. She takes over for the one on #2, who scuttles away somewhere.

Now the only lane open is the one with the huge load. … I put my item back and left, and I won’t be back there for a while. Albertsons sucks.

Happy’s Heart 2

Happy had her ultrasound this morning.  There was good news and not such good news.  It’s not her heart that made her collapse.  It’s the collapsing trachea, a congenital narrowing of her windpipe.  We knew she had this, but didn’t know it was so bad.  Her heart disease is still really progressing, but it’s not causing her immediate problems, meaning symptoms.  She has to stay on heart medication. 
 
If you want to see the full scope of my conversation with the vet, you can read it here.  I’m still a little confused on where we go from here, and maybe you’ll have some insight.
 
Lord have mercy.
 

happy’s heart

Happy collapsed while I was walking her today. The vet thinks it’s her heart. Syncope, she called it. Happy fainted or collapsed, because not enough blood was getting to her brain.
We set off for just a little walk, down to the end of the block and back. We’d been walking 3 or 4 minutes when Happy fell over on her side. She looked ridged. I thought she was having a seizure. I scooped her up, ran to my truck and went straight to the vet. We were there in less than 10 minutes after it happened. She seemed disoriented on the way down, but conscious. She could sit up and stand, but not well.
The vet did a neuro exam, to rule out a seizure, and that result was OK. They kept her in the clinic for several hours, until closing time, for observation. Chest xray last week showed no fluid in her lungs, so she’s not in heart failure.
Happy had a smaller syncopal episode last night, though we didn’t know what it was. She was sleeping in a chair, started to stand up and fell over in the chair. My Mom called me, and I thought it was maybe just a pinched nerve or leg gone to sleep. She was better in a few minutes, but seemed restless, so my Dad slept on the floor with her.
Happy was diagnosed with bad mitral and tricuspid valves in December, at the time of the chicken bone crisis. But it wasn’t bad enough to start therapy. The vet is doubling her heat medicine from once to twice and day. And she’s having an ultrasound — or maybe it’s an echo cardiogram — in the morning. Mean time, she’s at home and resting.
I’m worried. Happy’s my widdle buddy. Prayers would be appreciated.

hi, fructose!

Did you see Boston Legal tonight?  It was pretty cool, funny.  An obese client sues a snack food company for his addiction and diabetes. 
 
Some of you know that I’ve been on a clinic diet for several months, eating better, exercising … I’ve lost 72 pounds.  Well on my weigh.  Which is good.  And when I saw this argument on Boston Legal about high fructose corn syrup, (HFCS) its link to diabetes and blocking of the hormone that makes you feel full, I checked out my clinic food.  Right there in the little snack bars they supply to help clients stay on the diet between meals — #1 ingredient — you guessed it.  High farkin’ fructose corn syrup.  Dammit. 
 
I grabbed the last few bars I had left and ran the little bastards down the garbage disposal.  (I like to call it the kitchen pig.)  They did not go quietly.  Sounded like I was trying to shove rocks through the pig.  I had to run hot water and keep grinding, to finally get them to die. 
 
Yes, they deserved to die and I hope they burn in hell!
 
Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, take my advice
pull down your pants and slide on the ice …
 
… no no, that’s not it …
 
… take my advice, get that evil goo HFCS out of your house and your life. 
 
Oh, and one last twist of weirdness.  This was a brand new Boston Legal episode, first aired tonight.  But when I googled HFCS and found the Wikipedia site linked to above, that episode is already mentioned in the entry.  The Net is faster than human thought.  Just like a certain Decider’s decisions.   
 
 
 
 
 

a coke and a smile

I love these moments when the blogosphere rises up to prove its commanding social relevance.

“Diet Coke is an excrescence, a vile concoction that leaves a sickly, Rumsfeldian taste in the mouth.”

Andrew Sullivan ~ The Daily Dish

Rumsfeldian? Right! It’s sort of the new Orwellian … leaving a sickly aftertaste. Sweet.

I know you’re wondering, so I’ll tell you. Why not? I usually drink Crystal Light at home. Raspberry Lemonade or Pink Lemonade mostly, but I’m not gay. I just got tired of the carbonation. I prefer a lighter, more subtle beverage, which doesn’t make me feel like the Hindenberg, caught in a freak inverted windshear. Now you know.