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Free To a Good Home

FREE to a good home: year-old puppy of questionable parentage, but is probably half circus clown, half pick-pocket. Housebroken, understands a wide variety of commands, just doesn't always choose to follow them.
Likes: walking in the rain and digging in the mud all over the yard, the taste of shredded paper, pencil lead and shoe liners.

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Purloins socks, is fearless in thunderstorms but frightened of tricycles that the
neighbor kids leave out. Can be quite amusing when he attacks your garden hose- as long as you weren't trying to actually get anything done with it. Likes to drag his half-full water bowl around the kitchen, with the result that it isn't half-full any longer.

Enjoys destroying fences, jumping into gardens and playing tug-of-war with sugar snap pea vines and removing all the nearly-ripe tomatoes to carry around the yard. Eats strawberries right off the vine. Chews the noses off of dog toys and pulls their guts out, mangles frisbees.

Does stay off the furniture, though. Was the most adorable baby you ever saw and is still cute in a scrawny, slobbery, shedding-everywhere sort of way. If you like fluffy tails, he's your guy. Makes funny noises when he yawns, is good at keeping your feet warm at night. Does that eyebrow thing when he dumps a gooey tennis ball in your lap so you can't say "no" to throwing it. When you do, if he can't find it, he looks up in the sky, like perhaps it's hovering up there, waiting to drop.

Still has a really soft fuzzy head and curly hair behind his ears and sometimes actually lets you pet him without slobbering all over you. Has a way of laying on his back with his legs spread out that still cracks me up,  always acts glad to see me when I get home, follows me everywhere– oh hell, I may as well keep the little monster. No one else is going to take him!

Never mind.


Posted by Tracy on Jul 28th 2010 | Filed in General | Comments (1)

Right on Target

Target Corporation (affectionately known to many of us as "Tar-zhay") has a reputation for being very community oriented, with lots of charity programs, green programs, etc. This always made me feel better about all the money I spend there.

But Target has recently been caught with their pants down, so to speak. It has come to public attention that Target Corp has donated a large sum of money  to the Republican candidate for the governor's race in Minnesota, Tom Emmer.

The fact that Emmer is a Republican is hardly the scandal. (Target  spreads their donations out pretty evenly between republican and Democratic candidates, they assure us.) What is raising eyebrows (and voices) is that Emmer is a bit … reactionary in some areas. He has voted to slash funding for AIDS treatment, supports bringing laws like Arizona's "Driving While Brown!" immigration statue to Minnesota,  and came out recently in favor of cutting the states already reduced minimum wage for food workers because apparently, the woman who brings you coffee at Waffle House is getting filthy rich off your tips! But what really has people up in arms is that Tom Emmer has vowed to "protect marriage" in Minnesota by banning gay marriage, civil unions and anything approximating the rights of marriage for gay couples.

Naturally the GLBT community is wondering if they shouldn't shop somewhere else.

Target Corp was quick to say that they don't agree with Emmer's gay marriage position, but that with no candidate does one agree with all their policies. Their commitment to gay rights remains "unwavering", they insist.
Which raises the following two questions in my mind:

1) What is it about this Emmer character that they do agree with? Is it the "no money for AIDS" thing? Are they all excited about his anti-immigrant stand? Maybe it's that crackdown on rich waiters? If they find him worthy of such a substantial contribution, they must be very supportive of some portion of his policy position, yes?
I'm guessing it's his snake-oil tax policy, as in "lower taxes cure everything". If this is the case, then for them, it's all about getting their business taxes reduced.

Which brings me to my second question for the Target CEO.

2) What exactly about your new, lower tax state will you somehow pass on to your GLBT employees to make up for their loss of civil and basic human rights when Governor Emmer tries to whip up support for a law that will not only stop gay marriage but ensure that same-sex couples won't get inheritance rights, death-bed visitations, custody of the children they have helped raise, etc?

How will your "unwavering commitment" to their rights somehow protect them from THAT?

  You say "Hey, we still like gay people- and look how much money we give to food pantries!" and think that makes it OK  to donate OUR money (as in we the shoppers who gave 'em that money by shopping there)  to enable this crazy man to take away human rights. That is like assuring me that "it's nothing personal" while handing a crow bar to a guy who plans to hit me with it.

Actions matter. Doing good is lovely, but it doesn't erase the evil you do. Would giving money to battered women's shelters make it OK to support a candidate who wants to remove penalties for hitting your spouse? Well, sponsoring a float in the Pride parade doesn't make it OK to bankroll a man who wants to treat GLBT people as less than human.

Posted by Tracy on Jul 28th 2010 | Filed in The Daily Rant | Comments (0)

The River

A love song for the Big Darby as it used to be.
 
I am the river.
 
I am bluegill and small-mouth bass,  pumpkin seed and shiner,  
hellgrammites and crawdads, water striders and dragonflies.
I am back eddies and quiet pools filled with swift, argent minnows
the opal eye of perfect shells, gleaming in the sand.
I am the phoebe and the hopping wren,
the silent regard of turtles and the deliberate trek of the snail.
 
I am the smell of mud and rocks baking in the sun,
of fish scales and algae and something washed ashore.
I am the diamond flash of  the bass that breaks the water,
the dapple that dances through the branches of the walnut tree.
I am the olive light as you glide beneath the rusting steel bridge,
and the slick rocks piled just so, to help you step across.
 
I am the song of many voices- 
the roar of the cataract and the whisper of sandbars and muddy flats,
I chuckle as I twist around rocky bends.
I am the call of the kingfisher from the canopy
and the whistle of the heron’s glide on stately wings,
the scream of cicada and the whine of mosquito,
the echo of owl's cry on moonlit water.
I am the laughing voices of children splashing in the shallows,
the whoop and holler of teenagers floating old inner tubes downstream,
the silent fishermen in their canoe.
 
I am the sycamores, leaning freckled boles across the water
offering a perfect perch for a dreamer to sit and read.
I am the fan-dance of the willow branches trailing in the water
near the deep hole where the fish hide on hot afternoons.

I am hidden stumps and hanging branches decorated with bobbers of yellow and red,
dirt paths worn smooth by generations of bare feet,
calloused hands and fishing hooks in the brim of an old cap.

 
I am the spring flood, the boggy field, washed-out road and uprooted tree,
I am highway and highwayman,
life in perpetual motion,
untameable and unpredictable.
I am the constant, the lodestone, the landmark by which you find your way home.
I am Mother and maker, communion and destination.
I sing you to sleep with a song that is as old as life
and as new as the rising sun.
 
I am the river.

Posted by Tracy on Jul 28th 2010 | Filed in Poetry | Comments (0)

An Open Letter to the GOP of 2010

Dear mostly Sirs-

     I would like to call upon you, as faithful citizens of the United States, to "refudiate" your entire platform and everything you stand for, and start again, from scratch.
      Seriously, guys, have you listened to yourself lately?

      You have become the party of not just "no" but of "Hell no!" and have even admitted that your plan is to simply oppose everything without offering alternatives. That way, no one will be able to attack you for how bad your own plans are. In other words, you plan to burn down the neighborhood so that you can complain about how inefficient the fireman are.

      You are the snake-oil party, because no matter what the economic situation: recession, depression, expansion, unemployment, stagnation- you insist that tax cuts for the rich will cure everything! And if they haven't helped so far, well, that's because you haven't cut taxes enough! And it'll get rid of your swollen feet and cure stubborn warts, too!  How did the Grand Old Party of "fiscal responsibility" come to this?
      You are now actually the welfare party, because you insist on continually funneling welfare to the rich: failed wall street executives, bankers, companies that move their factories and assets overseas- and pay for it by squeezing the poor.

     You are now the poster children FOR government interference in our private lives in the form of sodomy laws, gay marriage bans, abortion bans even for rape victims, "driving while brown" immigration laws and forcing our kids to be indoctrinated into one religion- yours- with your so-called "intelligent design" theory. Please accept these commemorative buckles for your hats and shoes, because the Puritans would be so proud of you!
      The only thing you want government to stay out of is business. You scream for less government regulation and oversight even as poorly maintained mines collapse and oil rigs blow, as tainted food and uninspected imports threaten the nations' health, as businesses rape the middle class and run for their offshore tax havens with what was supposed to be grandpa's retirement money. Yet you see no irony there.

      That's because you have more faces than a dodecahedron. You call yourself pro-life but keep trying to start more wars. You want to ban abortion but aren't willing to pay for childhood health care. You stand there whining about "fiscal responsibility" while you eagerly hand out trillions for an unnecessary war. You insist that you are the party of homeland security but your foreign policy creates more enemies every day.

      These days you are the party of people who set themselves on fire when they don't get their own way, of mis-spelled protest signs and red-faced people screaming  false talking points at public forums. You are reduced to pouts and rants and militant talk of secession and restricting civil right, disguised in Paul Revere costumes. It seems that Revolutionary War get-ups have become your white hood of the 21st century.
      Your lack of empathy and charity knows no bounds. When one of your standard-bearers makes fun of sick people and says that poor kids who are hungry should stop whining and go dumpster-diving, you rush to defend him against all criticism.
     You are now the tin-foil hat  weirdos who stand with your eyes squeezed shut, screaming "Well I haven't seen any birth certificate!!"
      You are the party of "blame the victim". Be the issue du jour immigrants, Muslims, the unemployed or the underpriveleged, you are ALL about attacking the scapegoat and nothing about finding a solution.
     Instead of the elephant, your party emblem should be a pitchfork and torch.

      You have become the party that stands for homelessness ignored, pollution cheered, food pantry shelves barren, for foreign civilians murdered by our mercenaries without consequence, for offering struggling veterans little more assistance than a stupid magnet on your car.
      You are now the gang in favor of the return of the poor house and the orphanage, insisting that unemployment makes people lazy and kids are better off in a group home than with gay adoptive parents.
       Things that were once considered merely "compassionate" you are so quick to label "socialism" that the word has lost its punch and you've had to up the ante to "Communism" and "Nazism". As in, "health care for poor citizens is something Hitler was in favor of". Come on!
      Thomas Jefferson is too much of a wild-eyed radical for you, and his philosophy and ideals are being replaced in your textbooks with such intellectual heavyweights as Newt Gingrich and Sara Palin. Really? Do you really think history will record her as anything more than an embarrassing cultural footnote?

      Honestly, you are the most politically limber bunch I"ve ever seen, able to twist yourself with pretzel logic into the most contorted, convoluted positions, to the point where the people who are against the stimulus can bitch about not getting enough stimulus without batting an eye. Doesn't it hurt your back to stick your head up your ass like that?

      While I am sure some of you actually believe the horrible things that you now stand for and have convinced themselves that America would be a better place… for them… if they were in charge, I cannot believe that most of you feel this way.
      I know that many of you, deep inside, believe in simple tolerance if not acceptance, believe that true homeland security requires economic stability and want all people to have a chance life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.. no matter where they pray, or don't. You've just allowed yourself to lose sight of what that means.
     You want SO much to be in charge that you've started to believe your own rhetoric as if it was carved on Moses' stone tablets. That is dangerous for any party, and it is dangerous for the nation as a whole.
     You're scared of what's going on in this uncertain world, and angry. We understand. After all, we survived the Bush years. (Well, most of us did. Sort of) But you need more than anger.

     Do yourself a favor. Do the nation a favor. Erase Glen Beck's insane chalkboard, and start over with your platform. Maybe consider things like freedom of speech for everyone, religious tolerance and an understanding that a nation that does not care for its weakest members can never be truly strong.
      We really need to have you back at the table. We know we don't have all the answers, but guys, lately, all you're bringing  us is hate. If that's the best you've got to offer the discussion, then we're all in a heap of trouble.

Sincerely,
    Me

Posted by Tracy on Jul 19th 2010 | Filed in The Daily Rant | Comments (2)

Insistent

The writing prompt was to pose a question, and then answer it in a poem. My question, as always, was "Why do I keep trying to write poetry when it makes me crazy?"
 
Because it burns the tips of my fingers,
it itches underneath, like a cough too long held in-
something in my throat that cannot be pushed down
but must be spit out.
Because it follows me through my day,
a fretful toddler clinging to my skirts,
unable to tell me exactly what it needs,
merely whining of unfulfillment.
Because even in my sleep it finds me,
a cat crouched on my chest, rumbling in my dreams,
stealing my breath
so that I rise from my bed, gasping from weight of it
to pace the floor, trying to lose it in patterns traced on midnight carpet.
Because it rains down on me when I find myself in moonlight,
filling my eyes, coating my hair,
sticky, clinging, insistent.

And because, in that swift, sweet dimension
between the condensation of the vapor of thought
 and the fermentation of word-
It is perfect
containing exactly what is needed and nothing more.
 
By the time my hands trace thought to page, my words are just a web
spun around the perfect parts, which are missing.
But it whispers to me that if I keep trying
the right words are sure to tumble out at last.
Then I need only erase the wrong ones
to make the flame as true as the spark.
 
So I go on, adding and subtracting my rational and irrational numbers,
trying to find the correct emotional algebra,
the proper values of x and y to balance the equation,
to equal the moment of perfect zero,
the synapse and spark of creation.

Posted by Tracy on Jul 13th 2010 | Filed in Poetry | Comments (0)