I'm Exhausted!

Thoroughly and completely.  Two things have contributed to this.  One, I've been going through numerous check ups and tests as I approach the beginning of a new decade.  It's mostly an annual ritual, but it seems a lot this year.  That in itself is tiring.  There are things I'd much rather be doing than going to doctor's offices and waiting.  waiting for my appointment.  Waiting for tests.  Waiting for the results.  Sheesh.  Fortunately, except for the degenerative arthritis, I'm not in bad shape for an old gal.

The other thing that has me thoroughly exhausted is watching everything that's happening in the world we live in.  I'm so tired of what's going on I can't even get my ire pumped up enough to blog about it.  Everyone is fighting.  The mid-east is on fire.  Other countries are just hungering to follow suit.  Who wants to hear any more about it?  Especially what I may think!

This country is a mess.  Everyone is fighting.  No one wants to stop shouting long enough to listen.  We're in an economic mess - cities, counties, states  and the country as a whole. You'd think it was only the teachers.  Hello?  We're all feeling it!  At least you have jobs.  Unless you blow it. Yet we fight.  You can sacrifice but don't ask anything of me !  Prices continue to escalate.  Gas is ridiculous, food is getting there.  We haven't gone out to dinner for ages, it's the food and the gas!  Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration.  But it may be true for some.  We've just become hermits.  Being winter and all and, yes, the climate created by the politics.

I'm overdue in my workshop now.  It has become a welcome refuge.  I can bury myself in the creation of my little chess people and be in another world until Hub asks if I intend to prepare some dinner.  Afterward I retreat to the den and read.  Something I haven't done enough of recently.  It too lets me escape into a more pleasant place.  Watching television certainly doesn't.

This may last no longer than today.  It all depends on what the papers bring in the morning.  But for today, well I'm off to my shop.  I'm painting Alice.  The walrus is waiting and the carpenter is in progress.  I'm off.  Down the rabbit hole.

Who Will Slay The Monster?

He is one, you know. Gaddafi.  And his sons are in training just as were Saddam Hussein's. Any man who vows to fight to the last man and woman, slaying his own people, is a monster.

For what?  Power.  The power that we, among others, have allowed him to keep in return for something we want.  Not need.  Want.  Oil.  We have it.  We just won't drill it.  So we allow monsters to exist.  No.  Thrive.

The question isn't if he will fall, but when.  Surely he will.  As we've witnessed in Tunisia and Egypt and an armful of other countries, people will reach their limit and will rebel.  Even when unarmed and against terrible odds.  With their own lives on the line whether during battle or if they should lose.

Forget all the accusations being thrown at us by governments in fear of their own existence, is it time for our absentee president to step forward and show some leadership?  What we do hear is weak at best and coming more from the Secretaries of State and Defense than the President.  He should be showing outrage at what this delusional monster is doing and taking action to counteract it.

As we and the rest of the toothless world bodies that could already be engaged dither, countless people are dying for wanting no more than dignity in living.  It's not much of a trade off is it.  Death for a decent life.

The turmoil in Africa and the mid-east is far from over.  The dominoes are continuing to teeter and fall.

Not meaning to be a fear monger, but our government might well be taking a lesson from all this.  People can only be pushed so far.  They will only allow their leaders to obfuscate and oppress for so long.  The more our government tries to take over our lives, the more restless we become.  Don't be fooled by suits and ties.

I cheer the people of those regions who have done what has long been needed.  To take matters into their own hands.  The problem is theirs to solve.  But there is nothing that says we can't step into help when the balance is lost.  There is a point when intervention is justified.  Forget trying to instill democracy.   The people may not want our version of it.  But help the down trodden by arming them, or creating no fly zones or whatever is necessary to level the field.

If Russia and China and North Korea and the United Nations don't like it, so be it.  Each and every country has ordinary citizens waiting in the wings watching.  And so do we.

Comic Relief Or Is It?

As Charlie Sheen and his sodden ego speed toward who knows what, nothing good, and the people of the mid-east are dying in their attempts to overthrow their dictatorial governments while the west dithers, it's nice to know that things of real importance are also being covered in the news.

Naturally it would have to do with sports, right?  After all entertainment had it's night last night.

I read yesterday and passed over the news that there is controversy over the logos chosen for the Russian Olympics.  They've been called everything from plagiarism to just plain  bad taste.

The mascots that actually make sense that have been passed over are a depiction of Father Christmas and a snow flake.  Prime Minister Putin's favorite,  a snow boarding snow leopard, became the favorite as soon as it was known. I wonder if he's partial to Mac. Snow Leopard is its current operating system.  Nah.  It's probably because he sees the snow leopard as very macho.  No one asked me, but I think all of them are cute and not being the illustrator, I could care less who created them because after the Olympics are over they'll soon be forgotten.

AP Photo

Not wanting to be left out, since all the action has been elsewhere lately, the Iranians decided to pick on the logo for the London Olympics.

They claim the logo is racist because it spells out Zion, therefore referring to the city of Jerusalem.  It's no secret how the President of Iran feels about anything Israeli! Actually the design designates "2012" which is clearly apparent with a second look.  You have to reach a bit to see "Zion", but then the Iranians do know how to reach when it comes to reality.

I'm sure the snow leopard is going to prevail in Russia and "2012" in London.  I'm certainly glad both have been settled upon without bloodshed.

Still, even dicey letters and cute animals can't escape the wrath of those who feel wronged.  I wonder if anything will ever satisfy anyone!

Too Little Too Late

I can't get the "Nero fiddles while Rome burns" image out of my mind as the Obama's party hearty with the Motown crowd at the White House. I know they like to entertain and do so often and lavishly but somehow as the middle east is crumbling before our eyes, I find the image troubling.

Today much is being made of the sanctions we're going to impose on Libya. Just what Libya are they going to impose them upon? Forget that sanctions don't work. Look at Iran. They may feel a bit of a crimp but it certainly isn't making them come around to our way of thinking.  There are other countries that fill in many of the gaps.

Libya is even worse. With the major cities falling to the protesters, all that will soon be left is Tripoli and a mad man, Gaddafi, if he doesn't take himself out or someone does it for him.

Ever since the people of the middle east have started taking on their repressive governments, we seem to have been behind the curve on responding and when we've finally gotten around to it there seems to be no passion to it. Of course it may have something to do with our having made pacts with all these devils and, yes, for those of you who think I'm picking on Obama, I know most recent administrations share the guilt.

No matter. We have to live with what's past. Hopefully as new governments form we won't make the same mistakes. Still, I'd like to see some outrage, some emotion regarding the despicable acts that are taking place.

With all that's going on in the world, the image of Joe Cool doesn't portray leadership. It portrays detachment. Either not understanding the gravity of the history unfolding or not caring or not knowing what to do about it.

I fear for us if it's the last.

Children And The Cultural Divide

I was pleased to see a blow against Sharia law in this morning's paper. An Iraqi man living in Phoenix was convicted of second degree murder for having run over and killed his daughter in an "honor killing." She refused an arranged marriage, had the audacity to go to college and had a boy friend. She was 20 years old. Her life should have been ahead of her.  Her father thought she had "dishonored" her family.  Now she is dead.

Did you ever disappoint your parents when you were young?  Embarrass them?  Anger them?  I surely did. I was not the best kid on the block. My biggest problem was I questioned everything, including authority. And often challenged it. Had it been against the inbred tenants of my father's religion I'd have long ago been dead under Sharia law. Catholicism was bad enough. I'm sure I'm doomed to at least purgatory for near eternity for my life's choices.   If it exists.  Which I doubt.  See?  I haven't changed much.

Take religion out of the equation, we, as what we consider as civilized people, tend to love our children. Through thick and thin. I read a column written by a local psycho therapist, telling of a "boot camp" for parents he'd be conducting for those at their wit's end with problematic children. No, I never drove my folks to quite that extreme. But kids do. And parents don't kill them. They try to do everything they can to help them. Raising them to be happy, educated, productive citizens is a religion of it's own to most parents. Forget the headline grabbing horror stories we are witness to. I'm talking about the millions of others who never make the headlines because they're too busy trying to do right by their children.

Of all the things that make us different from those who follow Islam,  I think the ability to kill  your own child explains it all.  Children are supposed to be created out of love.  You bear them, they are born.  You cherish the experience and the wonder of a new born.  You nurture them, feed them, support them and guide them.  They are your flesh and blood.  You do not encourage them to put on a suicide belt and go out and blow themselves up in the name of your religion or the hatred of another.

And you don't run over them with an SUV because they didn't choose to be what you wanted them to be.  In our culture we tell children they can be anything they want.  Hard work and focus help.  And we try to help them get there.

That is the cultural divide.  It is one to which there will be no compromise.  At least not from our side of the divide.  I'd not have it any other way!  Unfortunately, it seems, neither will they.