Officially Unofficial

I am setting this blog aside. I have actually decided to do something just a tad more spectacular in another location and will post details when appropriate.

Keep you eyes open, it will be fun!

Nothing like Dog on Duck action to close out a Saturday Night

Name 3 things...

You don't want to see being made.

1. Sausages
2. Laws
3. Sarah Palin Interviews in front of Turkey Slaughters.

Strike a pose... no juxtapose.

Is it just me....

...or does anyone else think that they should have chosen a different picture...

Ladies Join Free.... NOT!

In Las Vegas, we have a new controversy of Epic proportions.

A man has filed a discrimination suit against a health club for their "Ladies Join Free" promotion. Today the controversy comes up against the Equal Rights Commission. I find this impossibly frivolous. It is a shame that this self-aggrandizing fella decided to take on something as innocuous as "Ladies Join Free" when a real issue such as Prop 8 in California could have really used his help.

I expect that we can see all the other hours of the day file suit against "Happy Hour".

A friend of mine lamented that California really wasn't all that progressive because even though they elected a Black President, they could not muscle through Proposition 8. To me it seems like two completely different issues. To some, and apparently most in Cali, a Black man as President is far less threatening than a married gay couple. Read that last sentence one more time... OK read it again. Absurd.

How far have we really come? There are still causes worth fighting for, and while we all bask in the post Obama glow, if the promise is to be fully realized, everyone needs to dump their prejudices. We need to get rid of our prejudices against gays, lesbians, cat lovers, gun owners, abortion clinics, abortion clinic bombers, right wing zealots, left wing tree huggers, smelly people, ignorant rednecks, atheists, lutherans, bible thumpin' faith healers, and deep sea fishermen.

Today, I will find me a right-wing gun totin' cat lover and give them a hug. If something bad happens, blame the guy suing the gym.

Penguin MAN!

Ok, now that the election is over I can get back to the funny stuff in life.

I love this announcer.

Thoughts on Change

There was a lot of emotion in the Jones household last night. Even Chloe cried, but I think that was more related to a poopy diaper. When I was a kid, I didn't think this was possible, and is a tribute to the American public that it has happened.

Now there is work to do.

If you want to know why Obama won Nevada, just look at me. I am a Registered non-partisan. The Obama campaign got to me early and often. Yesterday, the Obama campaign sent me 6 text messages reminding me to vote and to get out the vote. Do you know how many times the McCain campaign reached out to this non-partisan voter. Zero. Anyone who thinks Obama would not be a good President needs only to look at how he organized this Presidential campaign. Impressive, very impressive.

It is my hope that there are a couple of lasting effects from this Election Cycle.

1. I hope that the negative campaign crap is retired. If McCain would have ran on the issues, it probably would have been a lot closer. Just ask Jon Porter how that worked out for him.
   
2. I hope people realize Joe the Plumber and Sarah Palin are not beacons of "great thinking", and that they are retired.
3. I hope Obama lives up to the promise, and restores the worldwide dignity to this country. From my overseas friends, it seems last nights results already have done some restorin'.
4. I hope that the word Maverick hasn't been permanently torched.
5. I hope that I never lose this newfound passion for what can be right, and what will be right.

After thinking about it for a while, I understand why I identified with Obama on such a deep level. He is of my generation. He's only a couple of years older than me, and he carries much of the same beliefs... religion excluded. He could be me. Of course he made good decisions, me... not so much. It is stunning, and it gives me a profound sense of responsibility. In the back of my head I hear this voice, "Great work kid, don't get cocky".

It's showtime.