Chimpy Ain’t Responsible

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George Bush, Presidency

I admit, I haven’t watched any of the Bush/Gibson interview. I understand there are more planned with all the major news outlets. Perhaps, just perhaps somebody will have the chutzpah to ask the tough questions and actually follow up. Gibson can’t or won’t.

Mostly I am so very tired of Chimpy that I find it hard to even listen to him anymore. I pepper his speeches with a vitriolic and constant barrage of responses. And sadly, the fool cannot hear me, and so it’s a waste. So mostly I’ve avoided watching, but for the news bites I see here and there.

Nothing much seems that have changed. Bush is still incapable of putting a sentence together that is grammatically proper. It seems to have gotten worse over the years. It seems as well that he is still a master of saying things then when deconstructed actually make no sense. He was not “prepared for war” he admits, but then, the “modern presidency is now fraught with “unexpected happenings.” So not really his fault that he didn’t do such a good job.

Listening to the tidbits here and there, one sees rather clearly that Dubya still takes no responsibility for anything that went wrong. The Iraq war was the result of bad intelligence, but he takes no responsibility for it at all, and is “sorry I guess, that it was wrong! I guess indeed! He is sorry about the financial crisis, but you know that most of this started before he took the throne.

A quote will suffice to illustrate both his responsibility to the financial crisis and his utter inability to speak normal English:

“You know, I’m the President during this period of time, but I think when the history of this period is written, people will realize a lot of the decisions that were made on Wall Street took place over a decade or so, before I arrived in President, during I arrived in President.”

It should come as great consolation to the rest of us, as we’ve struggled with war dead and financial ruin, not to speak of the actual destruction of our homes through floods and hurricanes, to know that our commander in ineptitude enjoyed himself thoroughly during these long bleak years of darkness:

I think they’d be surprised at how our team has worked so closely together. Some days we’re not so happy, some days happy; every day has been pretty joyous, though — that when you have a purpose in life, that no matter what it may look like from afar, that we’re a highly motivated group of people that are honored to serve.

So glad to know you were joyous so much of the time there Chimpy. We weren’t but then, heck I can understand how much fun it must be riding on Air Force One and seeing them run the sirens as you speed around town oblivious to traffic. And not to mention coming home to endless food choices prepared by world class chefs. Not bad chimpy. I can see why you are so joyous. Laura not the best cook? I’m sure you can hire one with all the riches you guys have accumulated over your years of excess for the rich!

Perhaps the kicker of all time is his response on how he will be judged.

I hope they feel that this is a guy that came, didn’t sell his soul for politics, had to make some tough decisions, and did so in a principled way. . . .

You betcha Chimpy. I shall always remember you as principled. And shockingly, I would have sworn you had no soul, thanks for telling me otherwise. Funny, but I would have sworn you didn’t. I guess I’m just not able to see things as you do, speaking as you do with God on a regular basis and getting his okay.

I must say, many comics are honing their skills in other areas of endeavor now. I mean, all that material now gone! No more chimpy to kick around any more. Nope, just sane intelligent people back at the helm again. How boring is that! Maybe boring Chimpy, but some of us feel a sense of relief. We may live through the next administration. It was always touch and go with you. Good luck, and don’t let the door hit ya in the pants now you Hades bound idiot!

Meanwhile we are told, Bush supporters of the Rovian kind are busily making the rounds of the talk shows and any place else where people might listen, all intend of shoring up the legacy of the soon to be departed Prez in chief. Rewriting history is more like it. As I have said before, I don’t know whom they hope to convince. The scholarly community is not likely to be swayed, and voters don’ t really matter any more. It gives them all something to do I guess, and no doubt they are personally aware that their names will be mentioned in the ugly truth letting that will some begin in earnest.

Times, They are a Changin’

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change, computers, life, psychology

Well, I mentioned that a few days ago in a post, and darned, but I’m being hit between the eyes with change all of the sudden. And frankly, I’m not at all sure that I am up to all this. And worse yet, I never considered myself a stick in the mud kinda person, afraid of what is new around the corner. Let me explain.

The Contrarian and I have an ongoing laugh at his love for leaving things alone. He rails regularly about the soap opera come to night time TV. This started, oh, about the time of Dallas I guess. Dallas, as the Contrarian is so eager to tell anyone who will listen is a show he has never seen a single episode of. He is awfully proud of that I must say, to the point that it’s boringly obnoxious to hear him.

Now, I on the contrary, love the ongoing shows. I like character development, though I admit that soap operas, having gone on for decades in some cases, have story histories that are slightly if not overtly crazy. I mean most everyone on these shows has at one time or another been in jail or near death. Many have come back from the dead numerous times. They don’t reflect reality much any more.

I digress. Anyway, the Contrarian as I said, is rather devoted to not changing some things, liking them just the way they are. I on the other hand, as I said, never thought I had that problem. But alas, I’m discovering that too much change leaves me rattled.

We have lived most of our married life in quiet seclusion. Oh I don’t mean that we don’t go places, but mostly we are home. Mostly we don’t go out at night. This is changing and everything I’m entering into at Church seems to require a “meeting” to get to know someone, and most of these folks want to meet me in the evening.

So I have to go into Cedar Rapids on Monday evening to meet a lady about the education classes I want to begin. I know these meetings are in the evening, and I’m trying to get used to that fact. But now I have a place to go Monday. We also have another VA thing on Friday. And grocery shopping on Monday as well. Talk about upsetting my routine.

So, I’m out and about a lot more than I used to be. That’s one change. Second, I got my treadmill yesterday and did my first stint on that this morning. I hate exercise! Except for swimming and the Contrarian seems unimpressed with my desire for a heated pool in the basement. I don’t know why that is frankly. It seems a reasonable request to me.

So, change two, is my now new exercise regime. I did 1/2 mile today. Pretty slow. My hips hurt. I hope it helps my back get stronger. The times, they are a changin’.

I went to my reader today. They have changed that too. Moved stuff around mostly. I don’t see much else that has changed. But it’s changed, and it brought me up short when it opened. Nothing like warning a person.

I went to my blog today. Well, obviously I did, because you are reading this. And low and behold, they have introduced the new WordPress 2.7 format. Okay, more change. It looks different, and stuff is in different places. I looked around it for some 15 minutes checking out stuff but could no where find out how to view my own blog.

Finally, I went to the press release on the new interface and started reading the comments. Plenty of “oh great, I love it,” but finally, finally, a question. “How do I view my blog?” Answer, double click on the blog name. Funny they didn’t bother to tell anyone. Is that self-evident to you?

So I went to make a new post. Now they got publish, tabs, and categories plastered over half the editor. Hmmmm, this is not good. Back to the press release. Reading more comments. Oh, answer: you can drop and drag the stuff around. Except when I do, they pop back to where they were. Hmmmm, back to press release. Reading more comments. If you have Foxfire, clear the cache. Ok.

Yippie, now I get to search Foxfire help and find out where they keep that little cache thingie. Finally found that, and now the drop and drag works. I have now spent 45 minutes getting ready to post. Yay, my time is worth nothing it seems. I’m now in business. The times, they are a changin’.

I think I’m beginning to feel anxious. All this change is dropping on me faster than rain on a tin roof. It’s loud and clanging, and I’m not liking it particularly well. I long for what I know and am used to. Nobody asked me about these changes, at least the computer ones. I admit I entered into the meetings and treadmill thing, but gosh, did they have to hit me with all this computer alteration?

It’s not like I’m a geek or something. This stuff is painfully hard for me to learn as it is. I can barely stand to ask for help because I have to make that admission in hushed tones, “I’m on dial-up, you know.” You can just imagine the look on the face as you say that. “Poor dear, must be old, wonder if she knows we have been to the moon and back?”

Is this all a function then of getting old. Is the old brain case indicating it has reached its saturation point and new information is now unwelcome and must be a trade off with deleted memories? I mean is this why I have more trouble than I used to bringing up the right word? If so, then damn the change, I want sameness!

I have warned the Contrarian repeatedly that he fills his sorry head with too much trivia. I mean really junk junk. He has it in huge bundles. It serves him well when we play Jeopardy each day, but heck that don’t pay a bill or explain the price of eggs does it? I think he is close to his limit. I think his brain will seize up and just shut down. The store is closed for business. See how he likes that.

I try to protect my noggin from acquiring information that is useless. I know I have a finite storage space. And I think these computer interface prettying up things are just dangerous. I have no use for them. Leave stuff alone unless it actually helps me do things faster. Much as they claim that this does, I don’t believe ’em.

I just wish I could be consulted and could menu my choices of change/no change. I would be okay with that. Want to change something in my life? Ask me. I’ll look it over, and decide. It seems fair. Oh excuse me, I have to go, there is some alert coming about changes in my TV service. Something about needing some box to make my remaining analog TV work or something. Sigh…times they are a changin’. Ain’t that just a bitch!