Our very own Mrs. Polly from Snarkopolitan is not only a great writer but, as many of you may have noticed, she also frequently adorns her posts at Rumproast with her amazing artwork. Granted, Mrs. Polly’s not anywhere near as talented as Flowbee’s Fortress of Fucknuttery’s resident artiste Pat “The Horror” Racimora, but still mighty damn fine.
Hubcap on Kevin’s lap when only her arm was shaved.
First of all, thanks to everyone for the kind words of support and advice in the comments and via email about the illness of our beloved cat Hubcap. They’ve meant a lot to both Chris and me. Here’s the latest update on Hubcap after today’s trip to the vet.
As many of you know, she was diagnosed with diabetes close to a month and half ago and we’ve been dutifully giving her insulin shots twice a day ever since (I’m the lap, Chris is the doctor). Overall that’s gone fairly smoothly. She doesn’t seem to notice the needle going in and Chris has become a virtuoso when it comes to injections. Unfortunately, her glucose readings have been erratic and despite increased dosages, have remained dangerously high. She has also become very bloated around her midsection. To determine why the shots weren’t working, they gave her an ultrasound to assess the health of her organs, shaving her entire underbelly and freaking her out so bad she had to be sedated. Fortunately they didn’t find anything that appeared to be cancerous, but unfortunately either the stress from the procedure or the drug they sedated her with turned her into a furry diarrhea cannon, shooting the vile stuff everywhere for a couple of days, including right in front of me on our bedroom floor. That, I hope, will be the closest I ever get to seeing the “2 Girls 1 Cup” video.
We soldiered on with the insulin shots, but her health appeared to be degrading and her behavior was causing us concern. She started to become increasingly listless and appeared to be in pain. I used to be able to hold “conversations” with her, but lately she was unable to muster anything resembling a “meow.” She was also peeing outside of her litter box frequently which is a cat’s way of letting you know that they’re, like, fucked up. We took her back to the vet earlier this week (where her chart is now marked “caution” due to her frequent attempts for remove large swathes of their employees’ flesh) and they determined that she had a “galloping” heartbeat, which suggests the possibility of heart failure. Some more blood, urine and “fluid” work was done, but the only way to be certain that she had a heart condition was to give her an echocardiogram. Brought her in today after they assured us the procedure would be a lot quicker and less stressful than the ultrasound, and after shaving off more fur on the right side of her body (we’re afraid she’s going to start looking like one of those creepy hairless cats), doing the echocardiogram, and draining a considerable amount of excess fluid from around her lungs, it was determined that she was suffering from a rare form of heart failure. So now in addition to the twice daily insulin shots, we have to give her two kinds of pills a day (one for the heart, the other to inhibit the accumulation of fluid around her lungs and abdomen) by jamming them into these foul-smelling chicken-based pockets of horror and getting her to eat them. The good news is that she’s been a ravenous pig through all of this (she loves her new gourmet diabetes diet) and she snarfed down the chicken ‘n’ pills treats in seconds during our first attempt this evening (yay!).
So basically we have to wait to see how she reacts to this new medicine and also continue to monitor her glucose levels by routinely dabbing color-coded “stix” into her urine. You don’t even want to know how we have to collect that. But she’s a champ and we love her to death and we hope, if this all works, that she can go back to living a fairly normal and comfortable life.
That’s right, baybay. Michael Steele, RNC Chair, is one hip dude and he’s bringing it to the Republican Party. Do I sound stupid talking like that? Of course I do! I’m old and not hip and I know it. Michael didn’t get the message. However he is getting ready to launch a public relations offensive aimed at bringing the young, the hiphop and the cool, especially young black and Hispanic voters, into the folds of the Republican Party “by applying the party’s principles to urban-suburban hip-hop settings.” Say what? You’re gonna what? And how’re you going to do that Michael? But he dodged the question:
He stiff-armed an attempt to get him to elaborate on his public relations effort, saying he would be an idiot to give his opponents too much information, but indicated the Republican Party needs to break out of being considered a regional party.
That’s right. Because the Democratic party doesn’t attract young, hip voters so we don’t want them to learn your secrets and figure out how to get some of them!
So, good luck with that, Michael. Capital gains tax cuts never looked so groovy, baby!
Yesterday, our Vice President spoke at the big Denver whoop-di-doo stimulus celebration, and our President, standing behind him, looked markedly happier when Joe stopped speaking. It’s always fun to watch Biden glad-handing, winking, and behaving for all the world as if he hadn’t nearly sunk the campaign ship every time he opened his mouth.
Amazingly, he’s a teetotaller, but he still gives the erstwhile Japanese Finance Minister a run for his money in the public appearance flaming catastrophe department. I can’t stop loving him.
An unknown master of the rebab, in the great Silk Route city of Herat:
President Obama is sending 17,000 soldiers into Afghanistan, 13,000 than the commanders wanted, but roughly half again the number of troops that are already there. Hamid Karzai and Obama spoke last night; Karzai has protested lack of consultation with Afghani forces.
Could use a break from politics right now, don’t know about you guys. So, having just celebrated Darwin’s birthday, let’s see what’s going on in the world of science.
Speaking of Darwin, at my favorite science blog, Pharyngula, PZ Myers notes that there is no one simple evolution story. The stereotypical portrayal of the evolution timeline generally shows small apes becoming larger until finally Man emerges. In PZ’s words “It implies that evolution is linear, that it is going somewhere, and of course, that it is all about people — all the wrong messages.” He presents this, more accurate, illustration
and goes on to argue that evolution cannot be portrayed as a linear tale with a defined beginning and end but is more analogous to a soap opera with numerous plot lines and stories beginning and ending, constantly unfolding and continuing on indefinitely. It’s an intriguing read.
PZ also shares with us, in another piece the story of how a science professor he knows responded to a request from the Discovery Institute to debate the relative merits of evolution (on the professor’s side) and “intelligent design” (on theirs). Let’s just say the word “pwnd!” was used a few times in comments. And, no, the debate will not be scheduled.
Supposedly this went down during a Celtics game and was grabbed from the live Jumbotron feed. Ray Allen does this to people. [via Missing the Moon]
SIDE NOTE: I haven’t felt like blogging lately due to some bad news about my lil’ buddy Hubcap (she’s really sick ... more on that later), so many thanks to Bettty Cracker, marindenver and Mrs. Polly for keeping this joint rollin’ while I’ve been taking some time off. They’re the best.
And instantly, speculation started about the next stimulation bill. Or, to phrase it more felicitously, the next JOBS bill. Here in NYC, the aptly named Bruce Ratner is lobbying for funds to complete clogging the heart of Brooklyn with his Atlantic Yards project, a giant sports/residential/shopping complex that ran out of gas even before the market tanked. And cheerfully, indefatigably corrupt Al D’amato is lobbying for Ratner. D’amato’s last triumphant project? Kirsten Gillibrand. So though AY is mired in lawsuits (lots of eminent domain problems), I wouldn’t be shocked to see some of its 16 towers rising across the river. The showpiece, Frank Gehry’s “Miss Brooklyn”, who looked like she was lifting her skirts, has been replaced by a pile of shoeboxes, as if she’d just grabbed her Manolos and cleared out.
Obama announced that this bill did more for healthcare than had been done in a decade. Sayyyyy, doesn’t “decade” include the last years of the Clinton administration?
Well, it wasn’t quite the smallest political protest in the history of Denver (that would be this one, perhaps), but what it lacked in size, it made up for in presumption when these titans of industry bestirred themselves to protest the stimulus bill:
A day or so ago Betty Cracker raised the issue that Roland Burris had not exactly come clean in his testimony to the Illinois House Impeachment committee about his contacts with ex-Gov. Rod Blagojevitch and his associates regarding his interest in the vacant Illinois Senate seat. Although he told the committee he had not had any conversations with anyone representing Blago, last Saturday he admitted that the ex-Gov’s brother had asked him for a campaign contribution.
Then last night Burris acknowledged that he actually attempted to put together a fundraiser for the helmet-haired one.
U.S. Sen. Roland Burris has acknowledged he sought to raise campaign funds for then-Gov. Rod Blagojevich at the request of the governor’s brother at the same time he was making a pitch to be appointed to the Senate seat previously held by President Barack Obama.
Burris’ latest comments in Peoria Monday night were the first time he has publicly said he was actively trying to raise money for Blagojevich. Previously Burris has left the impression that he always balked at the issue of raising money for the governor because of his interest in the Senate appointment.
That he apparently didn’t actually raise any money was not for lack of trying. Robert Blagojevich (the brother) had asked him if he could raise ten to 15 thousand dollars. Burris continues
“So when the (governor’s) brother called me back, I said, ‘Well, look Rob…I can’t raise any money from my friends. I said, maybe my partner and I, you can talk this over and see, could we go to some other people that we might be able to talk to that would help us out if we give—because we give a fundraiser in the law office, nobody going to show up. We’ll probably have a thousand dollars for you or something to that effect.’
Burris said prior to his final conversation with Robert Blagojevich in November he came to the conclusion that because of his interest in the Senate seat, he couldn’t raise money for the governor.
“I said, ‘No. 1, I can’t raise any money for you and I can’t give you any money because I don’t want to have a conflict,” Burris said he told Rob Blagojevich.
In a letter filed Feb. 5 with his latest affidavit,Burris said, “I did not donate or help raise a single dollar for the Governor from those conversations.” But Burris didn’t reveal that he tried to put a fundraiser together for Blagojevich—and failed because of a lack of donors—before deeming it inappropriate.
The timeline of the fund raising conversations and Burris’ expression of interest in the Senate seat are not completely clear. What is clear is that Burris lied by omission in his previous testimony and affadavits. I think Betty’s description of him as “crooked as dog’s hind leg” sounds pretty much right on.
But first a little preface. You know how scientists calculate the presence of a black hole by the movement of objects around it, since the black hole itself can’t be seen? Or how you can deduce that a stone was plunked into a pond by the spreading ripples around it when the stone itself is no longer visible? Well, the content of this scrubbed op ed piece can only be deduced by the spread of commentary that widened around it from here and here to mention but a couple of the ripples.
What was the content of this piece? The revelation that four Tennessee state representatives, including the GOP caucus chairman of the Tennessee House, have signed up to be plaintiffs in the latest birfer lawsuit. The columnist notes:
Let me just say what all the world is now thinking, including their fellow Republicans on the Hill: This is dumber than a box of rocks.
Tennessee Reps. Eric Swafford, Stacey Campfield, Glen Casada and Frank Nicely now have a giant “G” on their foreheads for “Gullible.” The four were so willing to drink the craziest flavor of Kool-Aid, they’ve gotten themselves caught up in a national urban legend that has been thoroughly debunked.
What’s next? A resolution honoring the Easter Bunny for doing such a great job with the annual colored egg delivery system? A proposed law asking these four to prove they have a brain?
and then apparently goes on to actually get sarcastic. And this piece was scrubbed from the website, and apparently within hours of being put up, as I first looked at this yesterday afternoon. So along with rational thought, freedom of expression is also not an available commodity in Tennessee these days.
UPDATE: Thanks to Kerry Reid in comments for finding a working link to the article. It’s a great read!
So here’s Karl Rove, who lies as naturally as most people breathe, claiming that there’s no tension between Bush and Cheney over Bush’s refusal to pardon Scooter Libby. (Cheney is reportedly furious with Bush over the issue.) So who’s telling the truth? Rove? All I know is I wouldn’t wander between Cheney’s Lark mobility chair and Bush’s turned back at the next BBQ…