NOT GOD'S WILL

Dear Sarah,

Even though it would be incredibly entertaining for the rest of us, please do not run for anything ever again.

This man loves his bird...

I am currently reading "The Goshawk" by T.H. White, a novel about a man and his bird. I thought I would share a delicious excerpt you all might enjoy:

To divest oneself of unnecessary possessions, and mainly of other people: that was the business of life.

One had to find out what things were not necessary, what things one really needed. A little music and liquor, still less food, a warm and beautiful but not too big roof of one's own, a channel for one's creative energies and love, the sun and the moon. These were enough, and contact with Gos in his ultimately undefiled separation was better than the endless mean conflict between male and female or the lust for power in adolescent battle which led men into business and Rolls-Royce motor cars and war.

I did not disapprove of war, but feared it much. What did it matter however? It might kill us a score of years before we should in other circumstances die. It was pointless, cruel, wasteful, and to the lonely individual terrible; but it did not matter in the least whether he survived or not. I should be killed, likely, and my civilization perhaps wiped out.

But man would not be wiped out. What did it matter then? That one dictator for his own megalomania should destroy a culture: it was a drop only beside the sum of cultures and perhaps a good thing. In the world which I had run away from I had found so much wickedness in our present development that one could have no definite feelings about its termination: and, as for myself, I was wind in any case.

....ahhhhhhh. Like a brain massage after a long exhausting day.

Children are scary

In an effort to find out if they had actually caught the dickwads that videotaped themselves beating a helpless dazed kangaroo while laughing their tard heads off, I came across this story from the Moscow Times:

http://www.themoscowtimes.com/article/1010/42/371909.htm

I'm sorry, what? So these kids, aged 10 and 12, CLIMBED into the kangaroo pen, bludgeoned a small kangaroo to death, then thought to themselves "since we have already started torturing creatures even MORE helpless than ourselves, let's make this that much more fun and kill some seagulls while we're at it." With the full knowledge that what they were doing was WRONG, they even had the 10 year old girl act as a "look-out."

Yes, I agree that there is more to this story that we don't know. These kids come from dysfunctional families, they're starved for [something], they're very mentally unbalanced, etc. But I still can't help but fear for the fate of man knowing that these children (and many others like them that i know are out there) are going to grow up and become not-so-helpless adults FAST.

We laud and cherish our children for being so innocent and pure and when one of them is abused or murdered, we come together (as we should) against whichever sick bastard was responsible. Why can't we come even close to doing the same for animals? We take over their land, we lock them up, we gorge ourselves on their flesh, etc. and yet they are eternally without malice, without spite, without all the awful attributes that make us human, and they each remain so to their deaths.

Humans make me sad...

“If you want a friend in Washington, get a dog.”

The Obamas are getting a puppy for their new house. As Canadians who were not able to actually vote for Obama, we’re going to fulfill what we believe is our civic duty in another way: by offering some advice on the kind of pup the Obamas might want to consider welcoming to their beautiful family.

Candidate number one: A rescued stray dog

Here’s Lyndon B. Johnson with Yuki, a stray his daughter found at a gas station somewhere in Texas. They used to sing together to entertain guests at the White House, as you can see from the expression on the very entertained guest sitting on the couch – former U.S. ambassador to Little Britain, David Bruce.

First of all, if the Obamas are going to rescue a stray AND name it something Asian, high obamafive!! Not only would he score huge adorable points with animal-lovers, but also adorable yellow points from Animal-Loving-Asians, such as myself. Secondly, if he can train said stray to sing, FA LA LA!

Candidate number two: A talking dog
NO you assholes, not Sarah Palin. I mean one that can actually answer a question coherently. No dog has ever set the bar so high for First Pups as Warren Harding’s Airedale, Laddie Boy.

Here he is sitting on his throne:













On the topic of his sense of “public duty,” in regard to being photographed constantly, he said: “We of the White House…must be photographed in company with this or that delegation of distinguished individuals…It really becomes tiresome after a while, but if the public demands the pictures I suppose I will have to be patient.” Wise words from a very wise pup.

Laddie Boy understood the sacrifices and commitments a First Pup must make. In interviews he was calm and composed, and in photographs he always looked smashing. An Obamapup must be able to learn to do the same and take on his role as the First Pup with as much poise and dignity as his master.

Candidate number three: An aspiring writer dog

Millie, pictured here with the first Georgie, wrote a book and made a lot of money. What more could the Obamas ask for?

BY THE WAY, WELCOME TO ELECTRIC YELLOW