Eastwood - Because A Friend Asked

I wasn't going to get into the criticisms of Clint Eastwood's comments at the Republican convention, but since a friend asked I will have my say.

I loved it.  What better metaphor for an empty suit than an empty chair.

True, he stumbled over his delivery and you had to listen but if you did, oh did he say things that needed to be said!  No one has taken Obama to task for unkept promises and plain ineptitude quite like it.

Don't forget he ad libbed it.  How well could the talking heads do without their scripts under the same circumstances.  They were well primed to find fault.

Let's consider content over delivery. Risque?  Poor taste?  Only to the holier than thou types.  Obviously they were in the minority in the live audience.  They appeared to love it.

Call him all the disparaging things you can think of.  Tell him how he's embarrassed himself.  Deny anything he said was true.

Then go out and get a life.  It was fun.  It was a nice break from the rubber stamp speeches that came before and after.  At worst he brought to mind Presidential failings and told us it's perfectly okay to fire the guy.  At best, he made my day.

Morsi Gets It!

I have yet to form a strong opinion on the whole of the Arab spring movement.  We have been witness to civilian uprisings, military crackdowns,  dictatorships falling and governments rising.

We've wanted people to have democratic elections and at times we've tried to influence them to no avail.  Sometimes we've seen our choice elected and disappoint.  We've seen others elected and surprise.

I think newly elected Egyptian President Mohammed Morsi is one such.  There was much concern when he battled his own military for control.  There is concern that he is a member of the feared Muslim Brotherhood.  There was concern when it became known he was to attend the conference of non-aligned nations in Tehran.

The conference was of course a ploy by Iran to create an illusion of support against the crippling sanctions imposed because of its nuclear program, its support of Syria and its stand against Israel.

All I can say is Hallelujah, it failed.  In front of 120 countries Mr. Morsi condemned Syria's regime as 'oppresive and devoid of legitimacy'.  That is a pretty strong rebuke.  He went on to condemn all of the countries for their lack of intervention to stop it.

To emphasize what one can hope is a growing realization that things must change by their hand, United Nations Secretary General Ban Ki-moon joined in the condemnation of Tehran along with their threats to Israel and penchant for denying historical events - namely the Holocaust.

The Iranian media even went so far as to quit translating Mr. Morsi's comments and branded him as 'immature' and new at diplomacy.

Even though Iran has been elected to head the Movement for the next three years, there have been complaints about the cost considering the strain the sanctions have imposed.  Not that Ahmadinejad cares a whit about what the people think.  His hope was to negotiate oil deals with the delegates to ease their problems but success seems unlikely.

 Can it be that even rogue countries who don't like us any better than the Iranians finally recognize the poison in their midst?  Obviously Mr. Morsi does.

That leaves Iran with it's tried and true allies for what they're worth.  Venezuela, if Chavez lives.  Syria, if  al-Assad lives and the untested Kim Jong-un of North Korea. It's not a group I'd want to trust.  I'd expect they'd turn against me in a minute if it suited their purpose.

It will be interesting to watch how this plays out.  It would be the most promising action in decades if Iran's own neighbors brought it to heel.  Peace in the mid-east might then be more than wishful thinking.  If Obama is re-elected it will all be on their shoulders so they are indeed masters of their own fate.

The end of the tunnel may not yet be in sight, but the light from within seems to be coming from Mr. Morsi.  May he be successful in switching on the others.

More Code

Did you know the State Department has a Diversity Officer?  Wow.  I'm not sure why nor do I understand exactly what he does other than remind us we're all victims if we really want to be.  Of course we have to learn the code.

I've learned the 'code' MSNBC talking heads have been reporting on has it's origins in the government, not the political parties!  It would seem  that no matter what we say we are likely offending some one some where.  We already know we aren't to use the word squaw or call a sports team the Braves or Warriors because it's offensive to American Indians.  I had no idea how much farther it goes.

Some where between my growing up years and my present elderly state, slang has practically been outlawed.  Why?  Because those to whom we're speaking may misunderstand our intent.  The State Department tells us so.

On occasion I do wonder where a phrase originated.  Sometimes I actually look it up, find it interesting, or not, and tuck it away.  Such knowledge never made me quit using a phrase. Words and phrases can be obviously mean spirited and insulting but we can also be far too sensitive.

One of the more obscure of the codes was a shoe ultimately recalled by NIKE.  Guess which?  Black and Tan.  It's a mix of brews, right?  Pale ale and Guinness.  Nope.  It refers to a group of khaki uniformed thugs who committed atrocities against Irish citizens.  Who knew?  Who knew enough to raise a fuss sufficient to make NIKE recall a sneaker?  Those folks were really into code.  Sneaker.  Does that mean they were trying to 'sneak' a message out there?

Hold down the fort.  Another insinuation about our Native Americans.  Protecting the fort from attack by the vicious savages.  Who came up with that stereotype?  They're not my words! Of course not.  They're code.

Going Dutch, where each pays his own way, is code that the Dutch are cheap. Does it sit better if you say frugal?

Rule of thumb is code for spousal abuse for the thumb was the measure of the diameter of an appropriate switch with which a man could beat his wife.  If her bruises were no larger than the diameter of the switch the man could not be charged.

The biggest reach, however, is handicapped.  This is code for beggar coming from the time when people begged with cap in hand. Ironic, isn't it, how many beggars you see today that are by definition handicapped?

Is the State Department Diversity Officer paid to research these phrases and terms to determine their potential to offend?  Do people send them in?  I have no idea. I do know though that accusing a presidential candidate of inadvertently killing someone or suggesting they may have committed a felony are every bit as offensive.  Calling one another liars. Accusing every one who is against a policy a racist. Code. Code for incivility.

With that I think I'll head down to the pub and order me a Black and Tan.  In Dogwalk code that means quenching a thirst.  I don't yet have a code for finding some sanity in all of this.  I could use one.  It seems no one understands plain talk any more.  Maybe it's 'Clint Eastwood'!   

Dogwalk's Secret Code - "They're Nuts!"

First Donna Brazile says Mitt Romney's joke about no one having asked him for a birth certificate is code.  Last night Al Sharpton went on about dog whistles - you know, the ones we can't hear but dogs can.  That's how the code is sent.  Then Chris Matthews tells us "Chicago" is code for racism.

This code, you realize, is designed for those of us trying to figure out which undeserving party is going to weasel a vote out of us.  The pitch of the dog whistle is just such that we can hear it and realize it's a plot against the President and we had ought to tune it out.

We're supposed to listen to this crew and take any of their commentary seriously? Seriously?

The birther joke is old news.  It really didn't go anywhere except maybe with Donald Trump.
At my age I have trouble hearing anything, what's more a high pitched dog whistle!  Heck, I'm not sure my old dog Bacchus ever heard one.  He could turn a deaf ear to anything if it suited his purpose.  Especially 'come'.  But then this isn't about dogs.  It's about those vile Republicans and the lengths to which they'll stoop to remind voters the President is (gasp) black!  Next, no doubt, there will be rose colored glasses to alter the perception of the fact.

Then there is Chicago.  That toddlin' town.  It has always been code for the White Sox or the Cubs or da Bears.  If you want to get away from sports code try the arts - fine museums, opera, symphony, a couple of great zoos.

Really though, the Chicago stereotype has do do with Al Capone,  booze, prohibition, gangsters and g-men.  Not to mention deep dish pizza.  Corrupt politicians and the multitudes of dead who vote.  Really, nothing racist there.  Ethnicity, yes.  Race?  No.

I can name two blacks from Chicago other than the family of the President.  Roland Burris who got the Senate seat vacated by the now President and - well, the President.  They have similar claims to fame - monumental egos.  Burris built himself a monument where one day he will be buried.  Obama is building himself one of a different sort.  Neither has to do with race as much as personality.  No secret code there.

MSNBC.  Code? Maybe though it's hardly secret.  It's way too obvious and certainly easy to hear if you can stand to listen. It stands for a collection of idiotic conspiracy theorists who are so vacant this is all they can come up with as commentary at a political convention - and beyond.

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The Social Administration Ordered 174,000 What???

I get my ideas for posts from a variety of sources.  Today it comes from the ever ripe letters to the editor column in our local paper.  A doctor was expanding on a former letter about how the UN is advocating international gun control and the possible implications for American citizens.

In a list of dire possibilities as to what could happen should we lose our gun bearing rights, he mentions that the Social Security Administration has ordered 174, 000 hollow point bullets for their special agents.

Wow!  The picture that comes to mind is overwhelming. First of all I pull from memory my one and only visit to a Social Security office.  It was when we signed up for Medicare.  The procedure was handled efficiently by a lady young enough to be our grand daughter and obviously bored with the rote chore.  There was no sign of security though it may have been lurking as a camera or some such while the agent watched in an undisclosed location.

Actually, had I seen such a person I would have thought him to be building security, not SSA  security!  They, however, have some 295 of these people scattered among 66 offices around the country.  Their task is to ferret out fraud, among other things of which I am not quite sure, and need arms for their safety.  But hollow points?  Yep.  It's apparently a demand of training procedures.

It's perception you know.  I think of government agents much like the illustration, unsmiling and grim and packing heat. When I think of Social Security fraud or Medicare fraud I think of scooters being granted to those who don't really need them or doctors padding an office visit with procedures not really necessary or actually completed.  I picture Social  Security recipients looking much like Hub and myself.

I have to laugh about the current battle between our esteemed political parties regarding the threat of Social Security as we know it being ended. What about the Social Security we don't know?  The one that requires special agents armed with weapons that shoot the most deadly bullets available to keep agency workers safe from irate investigatees!

I am a firm believer in elder power but I had no idea we have the SSA quaking in its boots!