Month: June 2007

This is NOT my America

Posted on by D. L. Keur

Interrogators threatened to send him to Egypt or Saudi Arabia, the lawsuit said, “where, they told him, he would be tortured and sodomized and where his wife would be raped in front of him.”

NYTimes June 12, 2007, Judges Say U.S. Can’t Hold Man As ‘Combatant’By ADAM LIPTAK

Want to know what makes me, a patriot, a Constitutionalist, ashamed? That this sort of thing can even be conceived, much less carried out…and sanctioned by my America.  My America has turned into “his Amerika” — a Little Tyrant’s Personal Dictatorship. 

I’m ashamed to be an American — ASHAMED.  …No.  That’s not quite right.  Americans are all right, no worse and sometimes a lot better than people from other cultures and countries.  However, I am ashamed of some Americans — Bush and Cheney, Rumsfeld and Rove, and everyone who enabled them.  I’m certainly embarrassed that Americans have allowed our country’s most precious foundations to be abrogated on the insolent, logically erroneous, petulantly willful demands of an administration that used 911 as a personal stage to undermine what made us the greatest nation ever conceived by man — the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.

Imagine a country that denies the right of Habeas Corpus.  That’s our America.  I shuddered.  The Patriot Act? I was in shock that Congress sanctioned this.  Preemptive war?  Aghast.  And “We, the People” allowed this, did nothing to stop it.

This is NOT my America.  Be ashamed.

Now for the FUN stuff!

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That’s right, I said “Fun.”

I’ve always wanted to create a visual conundrum.  I lace them into my art, but I want to stir trouble in your brain cells.  I want synapses snapping and snarling at one another as they worry themselves dizzy. 

Yep, I’m plotting FUN on this website — stuff to keep you cussing at me and dying to know “The Answer.”  Maybe I won’t do a good enough job.  Maybe you’ll all figure it out in a gnat’s blink.  We’ll see.  That’s the challenge — me against “y’all.”  *snicker, smirk, grin*

Accessing from Everywhere, Anytime

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Toshiba laptops — I swear by them.  I can access from everywhere…almost…anytime day or night.  Good thing when you have to keep an eye on the herds and hoards of websites I’m responsible for.  Home or office, traveling or vegging out, my laptop is always handy, and my “server down” pager is always on.  That’s why I suppose this website will probably be a success.  Right now, I’m waiting for several call-backs, emails, and a program to finish rendering out a graphic, so, multi-tasker twitching with a list of to-dos that are just begging to be checked off as soon as everyone gets back to me, I’m typing here.   Here is nice, too.  I practically live on the computer, so, for me, so long as I can say whatever I want, blogging is cake. 

Does this blog seem negative?  Not meaning for it to be.  Blogging is one of those things that I’m doing now to vent my moments, which use to be typed in an on-computer journal.  Might seem all negative, but the secret for me to stay in top form, energized, and happy (and I am happy — bouncy even…which drives hubs nuts [he’s a grump]) is to always vent off my momentary grumbles.  I save the good stuff for me.  You guys can read the snarls, snickers, and snides.  😀

Barefeet, Office & Home

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I tend to run around barefoot.  Whether I’m working in the garden, picking up around the house or office, or working — especially working — my feet are FREE!  Now, outside, this addiction to bare toes sometimes winds up netting me a thorn or two, but I do it anyway except when shoveling in the garden or working on the barn.  At the office, I sit cross-legged in the chair, and shoes and sitting like a toad on a mushroom just doesn’t work.  Of course, invariably, someone walks in and insists on a face-to-face.  So here I am, dressed in “comfort” clothes — nice comfort clothes so I can do lunch with a client at the high end of the dining spectrum — and in walks Mr. and Mrs. Suit, usually suburban, totally and completely at ease in antiseptic environments, and they want to meet ME.

Quick toes reach desperately to dig out my slouch-arounds tumbled way back under the desk.  Slide them on as they walk through the door, barely getting them locked on my feet as I rise to meet and greet.  Even then, though, I see the look cross their faces — she’s in casuals.  Uh, yeah.  I’m all for efficient, and comfort makes efficient better.  Really.