The Turkey Song

The Sarah Palin Plan for Winning the Presidency

I got to hand it to Sarah Palin.  Polls showing her disliked by 60% of Americans don't discourage her.  She thinks she can win.  Watching her Republican/Tea Party allies in the House I think I know what her plan is, and maybe it could work.  Do nothing about unemployment, cut off the unemployment extensions.  Do nothing to help our senior citizens,  Cut off health care and shred the entire social safety net--or what's left of it -by cutting the budget or refusing to pass one.  Do nothing about the Americans who are losing homes and repeal Wall Street reform.  Then the 60% of us who don't like her will be out homeless on the streets and have a hard time making to polling places on election day.  Sharp thinking Sarah!

Turduckenfu

Some of you have heard that the ultimate Thanksgiving menu item the the turducken, a turkey, stuffed with a duck, stuffed with a chicken.  But in fact, fellow meat lovers, we can go one better.  Stuff the chicken with tofu.  This is so you can have a tofu dish to feed that vegan that always comes to Thanksgiving dinner and wines about the menu. Happy Turkey Day.

Yer Out

“Yer Out” was the common cry my ears rang with as a child.  Or else the cries “Ball”, and “Strike” rang in my ears.  I was a last to be picked stringer.  And I accordingly hated baseball. I didn’t know the great Babe Ruth struck out more than he connected.  As I was physically as strong as I was also uncoordinated.    It was such a slow game, I complained—which doesn’t explain why I liked chess and go or long hikes in the woods. 

Raised in Seattle, I moved to Santa Cruz, CA at 13, not to return until 43.  I retained into adulthood my dislike of baseball. And so too my love of walking the urban woods, forest, parks and beaches remained intact.

One spring day when I was 19 or twenty I went for a long walk in a Delavega Park, a large park at the edge of Santa Cruz.   The walk took me by the baseball field. A familiar voice called out “Joe” from the field and there I saw two teams forming, both composed of friends of mine.  The surprise at seeing so many friends in on spot beckoned me over. My friend said, ‘We are short a player—can you join one of the teams”. 

I stated categorically and perhaps in the imperative, that I have always hated baseball, and added that I usually struck out, to which the bottom line reply came – we have a keg of beer.  I couldn’t argue with that logic, nor did I protest the utter disregard for city park alcohol rules, which seemed at the moment worthy of disregard.  I immediately joined the game and warmed up my batting arm several times at the keg, enjoying sudsy the comradeship of friends. 

I came up to bat after three pints worth of warm up with my batting arm.  The ball came across from the pitcher, smooth, but fast and I entered into a relationship with it with the same reckless abandon another drinker might apply to a fair young lady.  I suddenly just didn’t care.  I wanted to get it over with and get back to warming up. 

And in that reckless abandon the bat did something totally unexpected.  It hit it dead on and smooth and the ball went flying, through the outfield, over the fence, across the two lane service road, into the bushes and trees between the road and Delavega Creek at park’s boundary.  When he ran down the creek we discovered that the ball had indeed been caught, by a crawfish, which had wrapped its permanently crumpled body around the hardball. On seeing this stunning catch the umpire yelled “Yer Out” which is why I still hate baseball.

Join or Die

These days the Tea Party is dividing our country up and using, or misusing the "Don't Tread on Me," snake from the American Revolution. George Washington would turn over in his grave at the thought of an anti-government movement using that slogan, since as soon as he became our first President he started using government to help the nascent country grow economically. But now the Coffee Party is proposing a new image and slogan from that ear -- also a snake but Ben Franklin's one:

This image originally appeared as a political cartoon in Franklin's Pennsylvania Gazette. While it only showed 8 rather than 13 colonies it was meant as a call for the colonies to unite in action against the British. It was believed at that time that a snake cut apart could reunite itself.

The coffee party is right. It's time to pull our country together to solve our problems. Remember that Tea is not the America drink, we dumped that stuff. Have some coffee instead. The Coffee Party says stop obstructing, join together and use government to solve some of our problems. Accept our demographic changes and work with our immigrants. Have government work for us instead of for the corporations.

There is another slogan from the American Revolution: "We must hang together or we will surely hang separately."

Statement from the founder of the Coffee Party Movement:

Facebook, join the Coffee Party:

http://www.facebook.com/coffeeparty

Home page Coffee Party:

http://www.coffeepartyusa.com/

Wikipedia on our snake:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Join,_or_Die

Later on Late Night Catechism

Some people think that Late Night Catechism1 and 2 are very funny and theologically accurate. Let this curmudgeon tell you that it has twisted the faith and sister will go straight to purgatory for it. But since she will eventually get to heaven, I guess she will get the last laugh after all. Here is a little U-Tube from Late Night Catechism 2.

If you, like the Old Curmudgeon, on rare occasions eat at Jack in the Box, avoid the "hot sauce". Why do they give you the worst hot sauce in the world when you ask for salsa. They keep the real salsa hidden under the counter, and you have to beg for it. Tell them, next time, that that hot sauce causes your head to turn into a styrofoam ball. In the mean time, Jack, take this: