STUCK IN THE WRITER'S TRIANGLE?

I suspect that I’m not the only one who has been stuck in the writer’s version of the Bermuda Triangle.


I mean how many times can I write about Dick Cheney, the Energizer Bunny of the far right. As in “here he goes……….again.” That I suspect that he’s setting the table for a “torture works and I could prove it if the nasty liberals would just release the evidence” campaign for next year? How the pol who went to court to keep information on who advised him on rewriting the nation’s energy policy secret is suddenly all for release the documents already!


How I’d be so surprised if Cheney had announced that he supported Colin Powell’s opinion on how the ‘pubs should rebuild the party that I’d probably fall out of my chair. I mean, is anyone really surprised that the man with five Viet Nam era draft deferments and “better things to do” at the time went with the divorced, draft avoiding, pill popping, radio talk show host instead of the man who put it on the line, worked up through the ranks and served his country for over thirty years? The sound of bloggers falling off their desk chairs would echo through the country if he had. And is anyone really surprised that Dick Cheney just WON’T GO AWAY?


Remember how anyone who didn’t support the War on Terror, rendition, enhanced interrogation techniques (torture), the war in Afghanistan, Iraq, etc. ad nauseum was labeled a traitor, or at the very least was soft on terror? Do I want to blog over and over that wishing that the new administration would fail might not be very, shall we say supportive? I mean if the shoe fits……..?


How many entries can I write on my opinion that perhaps all unions that bestow certain secular benefits should be strictly secular? Make all unions civil unions and forget about the genders of the partners. Let the faith communities decide if they want to bless such unions within the community or not.


Do I want to keep repeating to the ether that given the bishops's stance that faithful Roman Catholics need to toe the line or else; the number of catholics on the Supreme Court or in congress might raise questions. But, do I want to live in a country where a candidates's faith should even raise questions? Arrrrrrrrgh! Never should have opened that can; I'll never get the worms back in.


And while we’re dog paddling in this particular pool; Miss California has a right to her opinion and the right to express it. Says so right there in the constitution. That said, I find the whole tempest in the teapot over the nude, semi nude, whatever photos to be just that. No one seems to have a problem with the contestants wearing bikinis for the swim suit competition so give it a rest already. And perhaps Carrie should follow the age old advice “when you find yourself in a hole-stop digging.”

And gee thanks, hon, you’ve given Mt. Sarah an excuse to blow a little ash……again.


And all of us in our little group probably could do an opinion entry on “why on earth do they still have a swim suit competition anyway?”


Reminds me of a very old Mad magazine entry. Teen age guest at friend’s pool party needs to borrow a swim suit. The extra suits are in a drawer in the bed room. Guest comes out wearing what appears to be a very nice bikini. Hostess asks which drawer she got it out of and whispers that the drawer in question is not the drawer with the swim suits. Same amount of skin exposed but the whispered information that the outfit came “out of the underwear drawer” makes all the panicked difference in the world.


That I had gotten along very nicely without ever hearing of Perez Hilton and again am wondering what all the fuss is about.


And so on, and so on and...............


Ok, mini-rant over. I feel much better now. If anyone wants me I’ll be checking out the lettuce seedlings and wondering why the yarrow isn’t up yet. If a watched pot never boils I’m beginning to believe that watched seeds will never sprout.