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Sunday, February 10, 2008

Lazy Sunday

I had a rare Sunday morning where the dogs and I just kicked back and watched the TV. I do not often watch TV on a Sunday, or during the rest of the week, for that matter. I'm such a dweeb that my favorite program is Antiques Road Show. And I have had this big crush on Tim Russert, ever since he mentioned his son's little league game on his show. Mike Huckabee was his guest on Meet the Press, and then he was on Face the Nation. The dogs were totally interested in this part: They thought any candidate who ran on a platform of squirrel cookery was a worthy candidate indeed. I didn't make that up. Here's the actual transcript:


MR. RUSSERT: All right. Before you go, I have to ask you about this comment on...
GOV. HUCKABEE: All right.
MR. RUSSERT: "Morning Joe"'s program back in January.
GOV. HUCKABEE: OK.
MR. RUSSERT: "When I was in college, we used to take a popcorn popper--because that was the only thing" many of us--"they would let us use in the dorms"...
GOV. HUCKABEE: Yeah.
MR. RUSSERT: ..."and we would fry squirrel in the popcorn poppers in the dorm room."
GOV. HUCKABEE: Yeah. Yeah. We really did that. We really did.
MR. RUSSERT: Did you eat them?
GOV. HUCKABEE: Well, of course you--we ate them.
MR. RUSSERT: What does it taste like?
GOV. HUCKABEE: I should say it tastes a lot like chicken, but it doesn't.
MR. RUSSERT: What's it taste like?
GOV. HUCKABEE: It, it tastes like squirrel. It's not the best thing in the world but, you know, when you go squirrel hunting, you got to do something with those things. And part of it was just to say we could do it. I mean, it was a college thing. I mean, but fried squirrel is a Southern delicacy. You got to know that.
MR. RUSSERT: But you're off the squirrel now?
GOV. HUCKABEE: I haven't eaten fried squirrel I think since college. Thank the Lord. I don't...
MR. RUSSERT: This may help you in Virginia.
GOV. HUCKABEE: It may kill me up--in other states, however.
MR. RUSSERT: Governor Mike Huckabee, we thank you for joining us this...
GOV. HUCKABEE: Thank you, Tim. Great to be here.


[from http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/23095171/page/3/]


I'm with the dogs that if you are going to shoot "things" you should eat them. But then they played this video.







It had me worried. It made me feel queasy and like I stepped on something dead and slimy. Barefoot.


And then Face The Nation came on. And you know who the guest was????










Eeeeewwwww. I made the mistake of Googling him, so that I wouldn't write anything erroneous here, and it was too much. Here's how he got his start:


In the fall of 1970, Rove used a false identity to enter the campaign office of Democrat Alan J. Dixon, who was running for Treasurer of Illinois. He stole 1000 sheets of paper with campaign letterhead, printed fake campaign rally fliers promising "free beer, free food, girls and a good time for nothing", and distributed them at rock concerts and homeless shelters, with the effect of disrupting Dixon's rally. (Dixon eventually won the election). Rove's role would not become publicly known until August 1973. Rove told the Dallas Morning News in 1999, "It was a youthful prank at the age of 19 and I regret it." [ Dan Balz. "Karl Rove - The Strategist", The Washington Post, July 23, 1999. ]






Then I wasted some of my precious Sunday Morning free time by doing this, but it made me feel better.





Once the discussion of Jiffy-squirrel-poppin' was finished, this is how much interest the dogs had:
Mama Pajama and Luciano.



Very Old Dog and Fat Charlie.


Maria.

Sweet Sam I Am. (Delia was in the studio with Bill and the young'uns were tearing around the yard.)

But then I started screaming at the Karlrovian Devil and that disturbed them.

So I got up and put the dogs' coats on and went out for a walk in the cold, windy sunshine. I waved to my neighbors, and talked to my friend on the cell phone. (You have to be careful whom you call to gripe about the cold weather. I called Laurie in Minnesoooooota to whine that it had dropped way down to the low 30's and the wind was bitter cold. She said, "Oh, you got that Arctic blast too, sure you betcha. It's minus 17 here with a chill factor of minus 38." OK, so everything is relative.)

And the dogs were so happy to be out in the sunshine in their toasty warm coats, and then I felt so fortunate, and I hope that the devils that have taken advantage of good people in this great good country will have to accept responsibility for what they did. And I hope they have a change of heart, and that they spend the rest of their lives putting their considerable talents towards making life better for the people that they took advantage of and duped.

That's what I hope.

hug your hounds