Catch-Up Blogging

I’m back. Sort of.

Because I spent a lot of time trying to relax and now I feel like I need some more time trying to fend off all the nonsense that made me not relax. (Note to ex-therapist: I know, I know, no one or nothing can “make me” do anything, but…whatever.)

Goddamn vacations. But I guess someone has to do it.

Pick me! Pick me!

Thanks, Dad, for a great retreat.

Politics, American Style: So, having been privileged enough to have the New York Times within a short walk’s distance every morning last week, I can report that the political status of our nation is… well…fucked.

And, as usual, I’ll keep my sharpened pen pointed at the good liberals – who certainly should know better.

The liberals, of course, have been focused on their kindergarten-like fixation on all-things-Sarah-Palin while continuing to ignore the rug that that their electoral-season hero, Obama, has been pulling out from under them.

If you don’t believe me, just pick up one of the last several columns by the liberal darling Maureen Dowd of the Times. Here, I’ll summarize them for you: Palin is an idiot and I am a clever genius for repeatedly pointing it out. Okay, okay, we get it: Palin is a dimwit. Not to mention an easy target.

But how about a little focus on the issues of the day – especially those that Obama and his Democratic accomplices in Congress are fumbling and/or ignoring daily? You know, things like the war, health care and economic justice (read: where’s the economic relief for those who truly need it?).

Oh, but it’s nice to see that Goldman Sachs is about to post record profits, isn’t it?

Making daily fun of Sarah Palin is a no-brainer. Been there. Done that.

What needs to be done now is to put a spotlight on the Democratic Party’s back-pedaling on nearly every major issue of the day. For years, these same Democrats fed the populace lines about “not having the White House,” or “not having both houses of Congress,” or “not having a filibuster-proof majority.” Well, those excuses are long gone. So what are they waiting for? Courage? A belief in their own electoral-season rhetoric?

Forget Sarah Palin. She lost. You won. Now give us some results.

Having said that, I will now break the rule. Deal with it.

I actually like it when the right-wingers start pouncing on Sarah Palin. Mostly because I love a good catfight. Meeeeeee-oooooooow.

The right-wing diva Peggy Noonan recently penned a piece in the Wall Street Journal in which she poked Sarah Palin for being an intellectual lightweight. Noonan insinuated that Palin should just disappear so as to protect the image of the Republican Party.

Oh yeah, the party of Ronald Reagan and Dan Quayle must protect its deep intellectual image…

Give me a break.

Speaking of liberals (well, a while ago), Vermont’s Secretary of State, Deb Markowitz, is touting her office’s plans to give each member of the Vermont National Guard who is about to be deployed to Afghanistan for Obama’s War a 100-minute Verizon phone card so they can more easily phone home.

Fine, make it easier to phone home. But what about the bigger picture here? You know, like the unnecessary nature of the war?

Markowitz – a Democrat – is ginning up her soldier-phone-home effort as an early public relations move in her bid to become the Democratic candidate to unseat Governor Jim Douglas. See, she supports the troops.

But wouldn’t it be better for Democrats like Markowitz to be speaking out against the deployment orders and the wars rather than slipping those sent to fight a phone-home card?

Oh Democrats, you never cease to infuriate me.

ATV comments: Last week, the Burlington Free Press reported that the comments submitted to the Agency of Natural Resources about its proposed rule to allow ATVs on state land were running between 3 and 4-to-1 against the proposal.

Well, what do you know, I was right: ATVers can’t write. But they sure can get in their monster trucks and drive, drive, drive to a public hearing. Perhaps if they put a motor on those pencils…

Bravo to Broadsides readers who certainly contributed significantly to the more than 1000 comments submitted the ANR. Now let’s see if the agency does the right thing. Don’t hold your breath.

Personally, I’m hoping for a good old-fashioned Conservation Law Foundation lawsuit on the matter. Those folks get things done.

Reading: Paul Auster’s “Man in the Dark,” a slim novella that is as engaging and as hard to put down as any of Auster’s other masterful works. And this one’s got a Vermont connection, too, as its protagonist – August Brill — is a retired literature critic who moves to the Green Mountain State to be with his daughter.

Brill, his daughter and his granddaughter share a Vermont home and a common affliction: broken hearts as “the weird world rolls on.”

Brill also finds the nights challenging, often waking to an over-active mind and left with the challenge of directing his mind’s conversations away from the sad thoughts about his life’s losses and toward the more soothing make believe.

The result is a wonderful tale of a certain Owen Brick, a man who lives in the competing – and colliding – worlds in which Brill creates. And the only way Brick can put an end to it is if he find and kill Brill himself. Unless, of course, Brill kills off Brick first. Storytellers do get bored with their creations, you know.

Auster is a superb writer and this little novel matches the prowess he’s displayed in my particular favorites of his, “The New York Trilogy,” “The Music of Chance,” and “Leviathan.”

Read it.

Last week a young man with a cheap sailboat took my father, my daughter and me out for a sailing lesson on Lake Champlain. It wasn’t really a lesson though. We were mostly too mesmerized by his sea ballet to focus on or retain much of what he was teaching. He called out the terms and performed the actions – tacking, watching for “luffing,” monitoring the jib, and beating – as we sailed back and forth on a mostly calm lake. It was a fine show. And a wonderful afternoon.

Congrats to Greenpeace for its creative action against President Obama over his willy-nilly approach to global warming solutions.

More of that please.

Thanks for playing. Now get back to work.

About This Week…

Oh my, I feel terrible.

I’m not sick or anything. Unless guilt is a sickness.

Yes, I’m being told from my Jewish wife, guilt is, indeed, a sickness.

So I’m sick from feeling terrible about guilt. Are we clear? Good.

Because I had to leave you – dear readers – hanging there on a rather dubious holiday weekend post. It was nothing I was even that interested in posting in the first place. I was just bored, had too much coffee and found myself letting an hour or two slip away in the rabbit hole of YouTube.

Don’t act like you’re better than that. Because, after all, you’re still here.

And where am I? Busy, of course. Really busy.

But that doesn’t tell you where I am. It only proclaims the cultural necessity of proclaiming busy-ness, no matter the truth.

I could be busy drinking coffee for all you know. Or busy being not very busy, which I think they call being anxious. But it can still feel very, very busy. Trust me.

But I’m not drinking coffee right now and I’m not feeling particularly anxious.

I could be traveling back from Los Angeles after live-blogging the Michael Jackson funeral.

It was amazing, too. I went for several reasons: Live-blogging, of course. But also to see the stars and to make sure for myself that Michael was really dead.

It may seem odd but I’ve always felt a connection to Michael Jackson. You see, we’re both dancers. And we’re both Michaels. Two-for-two if you’re keeping score at home.

Michael Jackson was a moon-walker from Detroit. But Michael Colby was a clogger from Iowa. Both dancers, both Michaels. It’s a connection no matter how you look at it.

Or maybe not. The clogging, that is. And the trip to L.A.

Besides, I hate to travel.

But no matter how much I hate to travel, I am traveling. Or, to be more precise, I traveled. By car. Down through the Mad River Valley, over the Appalachian Gap, and straight to the shores of Lake Champlain. With family.

Yep, that’s it. I’m on the Broad Lake this week. Which means Broadsides will be a bit spotty as a result.

And that, my friends, is the truth.

Thanks for playing.

Mr. T. Sez: Happy Fourth of July, Suckers

Eat & Be Loud, America.

Oh my, the holiday is upon us. So, in case you forgot the drill, here’s your Broadsides’ checklist for Fourth of July survival:

1. Eat, you fat fuck.
2. Take the kids to eat too!
3. And drink!
4. Make noise, lots and lots of noise.
5. And to prepare for the noise you are about to make, mow your lawn twice a day and pretend your mower is yelling: “I fucking love America!” Don’t forget to smile.
6. Wave a flag and do not think about anything but waving that flag. Well, it’s okay to think about where you’re going to eat next. But then get back to thinking about your flag, and your meal, and your drink, and your noise. Fuck yeah.
7. Yell randomly. Just yell. Loudly. Whenever the fuck you want to yell (loudly).
8. Do not worry about the history of the day. That’s totally dorky.
9. If you find yourself thinking about George Washington, stop yourself. That is wrong. You should be thinking about Michael Jackson. Period.
10. If you find yourself thinking about Michael Jackson, stop yourself. Because he was a pedophile and a victim of our leisure.
11. Go to a teabagger party (oh hell, they’re back!) and proclaim — in a fit of patriotic glory (read: be loud!) – that you share their hatred for government waste.
12. And just when the teabaggers have barely stopped wetting themselves over the possibilities of having another member (what, that makes 4, right?), remind them that the largest amount of waste in the federal government’s budget is…(drum roll, please)…the military. Bring them home. Now. Fuck yeah.
13. Rinse and repeat.

So let us swim naked. Or not. Speaking of which, check out Elizabeth’s cool blog post about just that topic.

And do yourself a favor by clicking on some of her links regarding the history of the swimsuit, the “patriotic” beginnings of the bikini (to save fabric – duh!), and some other fun posts about wanting to bare it all on – yes – Independence Day.

Here’s another cool link – via Elizabeth – about swimming and living near water.

Just a thought:

The Vermont blogosphere is filled with drama queens. Such little fish in such a small pond making such a nuisance of themselves.

Children, please, please, please, keep it down out there. Or, better yet, give me some truth.

(And special note to Petey: I think it’s time to find a new hobby.)

Speaking of Vermont blogs, I’m still polishing up my new adventure. Buckle your seatbelts. And, better yet, stay tuned.

I’ve got more to say but I’ve got to go outside and yell something like: “Fuck yeah America and Michael Jackson and the noise we can make because if you complain we will kill you with more than noise!”

Ain’t it great to be 233?!

Sis-BOOM-bah.