Meanwhile Back In Libya There Is Also Urgency

I've been having a great deal of trouble writing posts lately.  Mostly because I'm frustrated and angry about what's going on, and not, in Libya.

Now the media is focusing on the horrendous tragedy in Japan, as well it should, but what's happening in Libya should not be forgotten.

I think it unconscionable that the world body has still not made a decision to help the protesters.  Meanwhile Gadhafi is slowly but surely quashing them.  Slaughtering them.  Still the debate continues.  Should we?  Shouldn't we?

Many of the protesters have said they will die fighting for they know what fate awaits them should they be captured or surrender. It won't be wiling away years in a prison like Guantanamo.

Yawn.  Oh well.  Maybe if we wait long enough it will all go away.  Maybe next time.  Well, there are a lot of "next times" already in progress.  Every two bit dictator watching will see that he has free reign to do whatever is necessary to retain power.  I'm beating a dead horse here.  It's why I'm so tired of writing.  It isn't just us.  It's everyone.

So Hub and I are taking off for a few days.  We're weary of the winter and the grey, the news and our moods.  I expect little will have changed by the time we return for it will be but a few short days.

The situation in Japan, of course, will be with us for years to come.  What has happened to our planet as a whole with the shifts that have occurred will take scientists years to sort out.

One thing that probably did not happen with all the shaking caused by the quakes, is to shake some sense into the world leaders.  The response to the quake and tsunami is reactive.  I don't think pro-active is in our vocabulary any more.  It's a shame.  Reaction to a lot of what's happening is being over done by the media, as usual.

It reminds me of the soap As the World Turns,  I'll miss a few episodes but the storyline won't have changed.  I guess the bright side, if you could consider it that,  is I'll still have plenty of subject matter to write about without having missed a beat!

Spring!

March is a puzzlement.  It definitely is not equated with spring.  At least not around here.  It is probably the most fickle month of the year.  One minute you can be up to your keester in snow, the next minute up to your keester in floods.

One often hopes it blows through quickly with the winds it's know for.  So here we are nearing the middle.  I think St. Patrick's day is truly a blessing.  It's green and cheery just when we need it.  Winter is old now, and gray.

Every once in awhile ole March will throw you ringer.  Both yesterday and today, the morning was sunny and actually warm.  I changed to a lighter weight jacket when I went out to run some errands.  The sun on my back was absolutely delicious.

Then I saw it.  The true harbinger of spring.  Our first Killdeer.  Sitting on a snowbank watching me as I picked up the papers.  I was thrilled.  I think our Killdeer are far more accurate than some moldy old groundhog that's pampered and primped and usually doesn't get it right anyway.  Maybe it's the western spirit of these guys.  At least the ones who choose our yard in which to summer.

I can turn off the alarm clock now.  The shrill call of the Killdeer breaks the dawn.  You can't sleep through it if they're in close proximity to an open window.  That's okay.  It's just nice to know that some things stay the same.  Their presence is part of the comfort of home.

I'm glad they're back.  Even after getting thoroughly depressed from reading the morning's papers, I had a spring in my step when I went out.  The sun helped.  But mostly it was the sight and sound of that ever cheerful little bird.

One Small Step Against Political Correctness

Hooray for North Dakota!  In the ongoing non-sense over the use of Indian mascots for sports team,  sense has finally taken a stand.

I don't often praise government intervention in much of anything, but in this case both the North Dakota House and Senate deserve kudos.  They have gone against the dictates of the NCAA who  barred schools using such names from hosting championships or wearing the images during playoffs.

They were magnanimous enough to allow that with approval of the "named" tribes, in this case the Sioux, an exemption could be made.

The "Fighting Sioux".  What image does that conjure up?  Yes, they suffered mightily at the hands of the whites.  They were also fierce warriors and a proud people. That's the image I equate with the team name and logo.  There is nothing insulting about it.

There are two namesake tribes in this case and the university obtained the permission of one.  Where they stand with the second I'm not sure, but history, tradition and, yes, pride meant more to the legislature.  Many I would guess are alums and probably have logo sweatshirts tucked away or maybe even still proudly worn.  They'd not be given up willingly.

The irony is that if the "Fighting Sioux" went away there are still some 400, 000  nicknames out there.  We know on a scale somewhat larger than the NCAA, the Washington Redskins and the Cleveland Indians with their Chief Wahoo are still alive and well.

I don't know.  If I were generic Native American, which most are today, I think  if I were to be offended by one or the other it would be Chief Wahoo over the Fighting Sioux! A caricature to be sure.  But offensive?  Hardly.

In either case, Native Americans, no matter the tribe, are a part of our history and culture.  I know many, mostly artists because of our interest, and I find them not unlike us.  The main difference I think is their awareness of who they are and from whence they came.  A proud people who wanted no more than to be left to live their lives.

We certainly did nothing to help help them any more than we're helping people who want the same today, but rather than being insulted,  the use of their images to portray those characteristics could be considered a compliment.  When the teams were named I'm sure insults were the last thing on any one's mind, but rather an image of competitiveness, strength and courage.  An image we seem to be losing sight of in ourselves.

Bully!

Rafsanjani, the only moderate in Iran's power structure has been moved aside.  Saudis are firing on protesters in their country.  Gadaffi continues to slaughter his people.

What is our President doing?  Holding a conference on bullying!  I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

I can't help wonder what is wrong with the world that it can sit by, bickering, while thousands  are being slaughtered.  I've gotten tired reading about it.  I've gotten tired of writing about it.  But the conference on bullying just got me.

At least the French are still pushing for some type of intervention in Libya. We have certainly backed off our brief stand that Gaddafi must go.  We're right in there with the rest of the world waiting for a consensus opinion from NATO.  By the time they come up with one, if ever, there won't be any people left to save!  Meanwhile it gets more and more ugly.  News crews are now continually being roughed up.  What's next?  Another Danny Pearl?

As of right now it doesn't look like the turmoil is going to end any time soon.  It continues to worsen.  What has been learned from this is if your citizens rise in revolt you don't have to worry about the U.S. flexing any muscle.  Ask Iran.  Ask Egypt.  Ask Libya.  There was a time, if we really felt we needed NATO approval, we'd ask and we'd get it.  We no longer have that kind of stroke.   That the French may is astounding.

So far we aren't a country that takes to the streets to oust our government.  It's a good thing because if we citizens were driven to that point and were out gunned at every turn, there's little comfort to know the rest of the world would wring their hands wondering what to do.

We have little worry though.  To quell a rebellion would require making a decision.  It could be delegated, but like in Egypt, the military might opt for the protesters.

Bully!

Is Speech Free For Everyone?

"Kids say the darndest things" said one time television host Art Linkletter.  So do adults.  And while it drives me crazy sometimes, it's one of the rights we still have.  What I find curious is how the rule isn't applied equally.

Just this past week the Supreme Court has said the Westboro Baptist Church people have every right to spew their hate at military funerals.  Decency is not part of the issue.

Michael Moore is free to go to Wisconsin and in all his corpulent glory tells us that the money the rich has was stolen from us.  Well, he's rich and it doesn't appear the cost of food hasn't inhibited his consumption of it. Maybe he'd like to share a bit more with the unions .

We're privy to the maniacal ravings of Charlie Sheen on a daily basis.  We listen to the semi-accurate ravings of Limbaugh, Hannity, O'Reilly, Matthews, Graham, Colter, Savage, etc.  Glenn Beck is thought by many to be genuinely certifiable yet there he is day in and day out pontificating on FOX.

On the other hand we have Don Imus, Keith Olbermann and Juan Williams who lost their jobs for speaking their minds.

Yes, sometimes the passion with which utterences are delivered can be offensive, but who is to decide where the line should be drawn?

Today we can add one more to the list.  Catherine Grandy, who had a regular spot on husband  Fred's WMAL radio talk show in D.C,  was banned from his show for taking on radical Islam. He followed suit by resigning.

The Supreme Court, in it's ruling, has pretty much given a pass to whatever anyone chooses to say.  You could argue that it's where they say it but that doesn't wash either.  Radio and television are just that, for the right, the left and everything in between.

I disagree with a lot that is said and the way it is said, but if it's allowed under First Amendment rights then it should be allowed for everyone across the board.  We always have the option of the off button.